#Genma imagine

[marvelmymarvel]

Swim Day

Genma Shiranui x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: It was unbearably hot in Konoha, and with you having a day off, you decided to take Naruto to the pool.

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"Mama. Are we going to the pool today?" Naruto's muffled words filled the air as you tugged the swim shirt onto him. His head popped out at the top, blonde hair falling in his face as he looked at you with wide eyes. He needed a haircut, but that would be an adventure for another day. "Ya, bud. It's hot out, and I have the day off. Figured today would be a good day for swimming!"

His eyes widened further as he cheered excitedly at the prospect of playing with his new swim toys. Ever since he was a baby, he had loved the water. Now, almost five and a half years later, his love for the water only seemed to grow stronger. He began to go on and on about the toys he was going to bring and all the friends he was going to make. You simply hummed at him before slathering the sunscreen on his exposed skin. Your heart was hopeful for that last part, the kids at first would want to play with him, but their parents would always shy them away. It was only a matter of time before the kids avoided him altogether.

You were just hoping today wasn't that day.

"Is Genma coming today, mama?"

Your eyebrows shot up at that as you maneuvered his head to spread sunscreen across his pale face. "I think Genma is busy today, baby" He huffed at that, having grown quite fond of your boyfriend over the last year and a half. "What's he doing?"

"I'm pretty sure he's still on a mission. You know he'd love to join if he was available" Your reassurance made him nod up at you; Genma spent most of his time with the two of you, only being away when missions required him to be. You shoved the floaties onto his arms as he talked adamantly about how much he missed Genma. It made you wonder if he loved him more than he loved you—the person who raised him. A smile crept onto your lips at that thought, it was nice having another person around to help out, and it was 10x easier when Naruto liked them back.

"There!" You exclaimed before sitting back in the kitchen chair. Naruto's arms were raised slightly thanks to the floaties, and his whole body was covered in sun-protecting material. He looked adorable, "Hang on, stay there. I want to get the camera!" You raced towards the bedroom, knowing that Naruto would grow restless the longer you took, and you would surely miss your opportunity for a picture of him. When you returned to the kitchen, you found him on the counter with a cookie in his mouth. Your head cocked to the side as you took him in. "How did you get up there, and where did you even get that cookie?" Your arm wrapped around him, hauling him off the counter before maneuvering him to get a picture.

"Genma gave it to me," He mumbled with his mouth full, and you would have scolded him, but the sound of Genmas name stopped you. The door to the bathroom opened all of a sudden, causing you to jump in your spot, "Jesus, Gen!" Genma laughed at you before walking over to greet you properly. "My mission ended early. Figured I'd come to check in on you two-"

"And give my kid sugar…."

He shot a sheepish smile before pressing his lips against yours; Naruto let out a sound of disgust making you roll your eyes at his childishness. "You're putting him to bed tonight, then." You stated firmly before once more turning to Naruto with your camera raised. "Oh my gods, he's so cute," you whined quietly as you dropped down to get a better angle of him. Naruto looked at you with wide eyes as you snapped photos of him, this wasn't new, but it confused him every time. You, on the other hand, were dying from how sweet and innocent he looked. Not only was he adorable in his swim attire, but the cookie crumbs all over his face added to the cuteness.

Genma leaned against the counter, snacking on his own cookie that he left there. After a few minutes of you gushing over the young child, he grew restless. "Mom, can we go to the pool now?!" You giggled at him before putting the camera on the counter and grabbing the half-eaten cookie from Genmas fingers. "Of course. Are you joining us, Gen?"

He bit back a smile as you practically inhaled the other half of the cookie, "Yeah. Naruto already asked me. I think I left a swimsuit in your room" You nodded at that before leaning against the counter beside him, "Better hurry then. You know how he gets-"

"Mommy, come on, I'm ready to goooo" Naruto whined as if on cue, causing you to shove Genma toward your room. "Go get changed! I'll gather his toys."

Genma hollered out that he'd be ready in a few minutes, leaving you and a very antsy Naruto alone in the kitchen. You smiled down at him before leaning down to wipe the crumbs off of his face and hands. "You and your cookies…" you muttered cheekily as you pinched his cheek. He tried swatting you away but stopped once you kissed his forehead.

"Let's go get your toys gathered up, kiddo."

[venerawrites]

Hello!! :D could you write about Genma with an s/o who's not used to receiving affection? Thank you~~ :DD

author's note: thank you so much for your patience and this request! It's no lie I am a big Genma lover, and while it took me a while to get to this request, it was so fun to write it! <3 Hope you enjoy! x

Genma has always been an affectionate man and it was never something he felt shy about. He loves to keep his partner close to him and he would use any excuse to have his hand on them - either around their shoulder, waist or by simply holding their hand.

Even before getting together with his s/o, he always sought some type of contact. When they were out with friends/colleagues, he always sat next to them, resting his hand on the back of their chair; during missions, he would always check on them and walk right beside them; when they finished their shift at the Hokage's office, he would always walk them back home, before giving them a quick hug.

As someone not used to receiving affection, his s/o was a bit distant, always sitting awkwardly with their hands either hanging on the side or stuffed in their pants' pockets.

Naturally, Genma assumed that they do not really like him, but they probably feel shy to tell him. And while physical touch was a big part of his flirting game, he was a gentleman and he knew when to back off. So after a few weeks of him trying to show his interest in his s/o, he got the hint and actually distanced himself from them.

A few days passed and while they were initially a bit taken aback by his behaviour, his s/o soon started to miss it. So they would try to seek his attention by taking their lunch break at the same time as him, chatting him up on random topics and even inviting him to grab a dinner together after work.

This man is very honest and blunt, especially when it comes to his feelings. So while he doesn't want to hurt his s/o in any way, he would soon ask them to talk in private, so he can be open with them. "Is that dinner a date or just a friendly hangout? Because the truth is I really, really like you and I would love for it to be a date, but I don't want to misread what your intentions are."

He already knows the answer, but he secretly enjoys the way his s/o blushes and tries to explain that they are indeed interested in him in a romantic way. He would watch them "suffer", while he would have the widest grin on his lips.

When it comes to his behaviour once they are in a relationship, Genma is SUPER patient and gentle when it comes to the comfort of his s/o.

This man may be a tease, but he would never do anything to make his partner uncomfortable. So in the beginning, despite his affectionate nature, he would take it slow, testing the waters by asking his s/o what they are comfortable with and experimenting with small touches/gestures of affection first.

It would take probably around 2-3 months till they finally get to hold hands and twice as much for cuddling to become a normal part of their routine.

Genma loves kissing! If it was up to him he would steal a kiss at least once every hour, but he would fight his urges and again let his s/o control the pace and the amount of kisses allowed. Still, sometimes his self-control slips and he presses his mouth against theirs after he comes back from a long mission or when they were away for a certain period of time, nibbling and sucking on their lips, till they are all red and swollen.

With time his s/o would relax more into the relationship, but I would imagine they would be the type to hint at him when they want some affection and loving, rather than saying it out loud.

This man may not have the IQ of a Nara, but when it comes to women, and especially his partner, he knows how to read them like a book! He doesn't even need hints in order to understand what his s/o wants, but he would still take PLEASURE in playing ignorant to the point they just initiates the physical contact they are seeking.

The more the relationship progresses, the more he lets out his teasing nature show! Sometimes it gets to the point when his s/o wants nothing more than to throw the closest object at his head, but for him, it's really just fun and games.

When it comes to showing affection in the form of gestures, Genma loves giving gifts to his s/o and spoiling them, but he always feels too shy to give them in person. (People think it's because it contradicts with his whole 'bad boy' image, but the truth is he always feels anxious if his partner would like what he got them, so he prefers not to see their face when they open it.)

The BIGGEST compliment giver!

Surely, his constant compliments would make his s/o blush and stutter at first, but they can be sure that this only encourages him more. He loves expressing his feelings and thoughts to his s/o and he loves it even more when it leaves their face as red as a tomato.

(also, don't forget the dirty comments and jokes, omg! He lives for that and there is nothing his s/o can do to change it!)

Overall, while their relationship will progress slowly in the beginning when it comes to intimacy and affection, Genma's love for it will eventually rub on his s/o.

cc artwork: Robin Tran

[thottyimagines]

In Naruto who moves on quickly vs who’s stuck on their ex for a long ass time even after they break up?

Amazing, wonderful question.

Onwards and upwards:

Ino would, I think, be very pragmatic about things once she gets older. If they don't want her/can't want her/are incompatible, then that's that. She can process and move on expeditiously.

Hashirama would wildly pretend to be over a lost love, and many would believe him.

Sasuke can be very "fuck it, we ball" if the ended relationship is shallow enough.

Tenten continues to be normal and move on accordingly, especially when it's young love.

Deidara jumps from love to love and doesn't feel (a) sad for his loss or (b) like his newfound love is shallower for the novelty.

Kankuro is gifted in leaving his exes in the past.

Genma may be willing to give many a chance, but once his goodwill has run out, he's all done.

Rock Lee would always honor and cherish past loves in his heart, but he would use the lessons he's learned from them to empower him into being the best possible partner to his new lover very soon.

Mired in the past:

Kakashi, who visits the Memorial Stone daily to not only think of his lost comrades, but also of his lost love and how both are all his fault for hours on end on the daily.

Naruto could never, ever get over a lost love. This whole series, in a way, his him wildly chasing a lost love.

Kurenai and Asuma both have some sort of mutual pining situation going on that makes me feel that they are unlikely to move on, especially considering Kurenai's status in the new series.

Hinata bases so much of herself around caring for someone else, I can't imagine her realistically moving on.

Kiba can only get over someone once Akamaru stops searching for their scent. This can take...well, a lot of time. But once it's done, it's done.

Let's finish up Team 8: Shino can't move on, once he's let his walls down. It's so difficult to get there, he can't imagine doing it all over again.

Shikamaru is pragmatic enough to know if he has to love again (re: clan things), but he shan't put care into it.

Konan will honor a lost love in every gesture for the rest of her life, whether or not this lost love is also still alive and kicking.

The Sannin! Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Jiraiya all kind of live via references to and honoring of one another, no matter how far apart they are. They love and hate and love one another in such wildly toxic, intense measures that there could never be room for anyone else in the kind of space the others occupy. God, I'd love to make a long post on them one day.

[pupkashi]

hype

kakashi doesn’t understand how genma can be so smitten with one person, until he meets said person

a/n: hi friends ! thank you sm for this request <3 im thinking of making this into a series if you guys would like that ? let me know what you all think :]

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“-and they changed their hair today! usually they wear it in this one certain style but today they-” kakashi zoned out again, Genma’s all too familiar musings become more and more similar everyday.

“genma do you even talk to them? seems like you just stalk them from afar” the silver haired jonin replies, genma stares at him in shock.

“pft! of course i do!” his chest is puffed out and he’s looking to the side with an angry pout, “i tell them good morning and goodbye” he mutters, kakashi shakes his head.

“i don’t see how one person that you barely even talk to can be so captivating” he mumbles, rolling his eyes as genma gasps, as if you’d insulted his entire bloodline.

“how dare you hatake! y/n is the most amazing person in this village! maybe even the world!” he’s defending you as if you were already married and a life together.

“it’s a silly crush genma! talk about them when you actually make a move” kakashi scoffs, leaving genma alone in the street as he turns to make his way to his apartment.

and so that’s how genma found himself in his current predicament, reciting the words in his brain he’d say to you when you flashed him that bright smile of yours. all he had to do was invite you to dinner! it’s not like it was a straightforward date, some of his other friends would be going. it was a good way to ease into this!

genma is staring much too hard at a tree when he hears your voice from behind him, “i think that one’s an oak tree if that’s why you’re so focused on it” you laugh, smiling when genma turns to face you.

“y/n!” he shrieks, eyes widening before clearing his throat, “good morning! i didn’t even hear you” he smiled nervously and you bump his shoulder.

“you should be glad i didn’t become a shinobi, I’d probably outrank you” your voice is teasing as you wink at him, causing genma to think he was gonna go into cardiac arrest anytime soon.

“pft, as if!” he smiled back, “hey, you busy this afternoon?” he asks, his palms sweating beyond belief as you ponder his question.

“what today friday?” your lips are in a small pout as you think before shaking your head ‘no.’

“do you wanna be?” there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you smile, “depends” you reply, his once faux cocky smirk falling off his face.

“on what?” his voice much weaker than he intended it to come out. genma can’t help but study your features, drinking in how breathtaking you look so early in the morning.

“will you be there?” the question catches him off guard, had you always been this coward with him? was he always too stupid to realize?

“I’ll be the one picking you up” he smiles, beyond ecstatic that you were actually gonna say yes.

“then I’d love to be busy tonight, what’s the occasion?” your eyes are sparkling with excitement when he looks at you, he can’t help but smile widely as he explains.

“we’re having a surprise dinner for Gai! we missed his birthday since he was out on a mission that ran long” he explained, you couldn’t help but smile warmly at genma.

“that’s really sweet of you guys” you reply, “never took you for such a sap genma” you tease, bumping you shoulder into him, smiling as he rolled his eyes, hating the fact that a prominent blush was already on his cheeks.

“yeah, yeah” he grumbled, watching the way your smile turned into a small frown, your brows furrowing.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you’re looking at him with wide worried eyes as you explain to him you have no clue what to get Gai. genma only smiles, shaking his head and reassuring you, “don’t worry, i got him something I’ll just say it’s from both of us.”

Genma can’t help but feel like a proud peacock that afternoon when he’s walking home with kakashi.

“guess who got y/n talking to them for almost an hour this morning” he’s boasting, kakashi ever as uninterested sighs.

“raido?” Genma smacks the silver head jonin upside the head before pointing at himself, the cockiest smile on his face as he shakes his head.

“this guy!” he cheers, practically running circles around his much calmer friend. “and guess who they’re coming to gai’s birthday dinner with?!” he doesn’t give kakashi the chance to speak before cheering once more, “this guy!”

“so I’ll finally meet this ever famous, impossibly perfect y/n?” kakashi asks, genma nodding.

“I’ll see you there! I’ve gotta make sure i look amazing so i can woo them tonight” already taking off in the direction of his apartment. leaving kakashi alone in peace and quiet.

so he was finally gonna get to meet you huh. after who knows how long (it’s only been a month) of genma gushing about your every little move and comment, he was finally gonna see what all the hype surrounding you was. kakashi would never admit he was looking forward to meeting you, especially after the countless times he’s told genma he didn’t care to ever meet you on their almost daily walks home together.

it’s 6:30 when you hear a knock on your door, you’re checking yourself out once more in the mirror before opening the door with a bright smile.

“hey! come in i just have to slip my shoes on real fast” you smile, motioning for genma to walk in.

“you uh- you look great y/n” his face is burning up, only getting hotter when you giggle, asking if you can hold onto his shoulder for support as you slip your shoe on.

“you clean up nicely yourself” you reply, grabbing your bag before turning the light off, genma offering you his arm as the two of you leave.

“I’m not too overdressed am i?” you ask, genma quickly shaking his head, “no of course not!” he assures you, trying his best to not outwardly freak out because you’re so close he can smell your perfume.

the two of you make small talk as you arrive at the restaurant, genma pulling a chair out for you, giving you a charming smile when you thank him.

it wasn’t long before the large table was filled up, only the birthday boy himself another seat left empty. as it turned out you and genma shared many mutual friends, smiling widely and hugging kurenai and asuma when they walked in and saw you. anko practically ran towards you, crushing you in a hug and smiling widely.

“i didn’t know you knew Gai!” she beamed, taking the seat next to you and you shook your head.

“i don’t! but i know genma and he invited me” you smile, “i hope I’m not intruding” you frown, kurenai and anko both replying with a firm ‘no!’

“oh Gai is gonna love you! he better not end up intruding on girls night!” anko frowned and you laughed, shaking your head.

“for all we know he could hate me” you reply, turning your head when you hear genma snicker.

“y/n i don’t think there’s anyone in the world who could hate you” he smiles, leaning a bit closer to you, your face heats up a bit at the proximity, laughing softly before taking a sip of water.

“where the fuck is hatake? surely he wouldn’t be late to the dinner he planned” asuma states, his brows furrowed as he looks around.

genma’s attitude changes as he replies, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, “that man will be late to his own funeral” he snickers and you can’t help but smile a bit.

you’d seen the famous copy ninja around the village, but with such different lives you’d never actually spoken to him. it was a miracle you were even friends with the amount of shinobi that you were friends with, considering you were just a normal villager.

“I’ve never met him actually” you comment to genma, and he smiled at you reassuringly, “he seems mean but deep down he’s a real nice guy” he says, asuma quickly getting his attention as they talk about something they’d been discussing earlier.

it’s only a couple more minutes when a silver haired man walks in with Gai at his side, his sworn rival talking his ear off.

“surprise!” everyone cheers as Gai notices the group of people at the table, “happy late birthday Gai!” everyone taking their turns hugging the man and handing him a small gift.

“you guys! i cant believe this” he smiles, his eyes tearing up a bit, “this truly is was youth is all about” everyone laughs at his words, ordering food and making small talk.

kakashi notices you immediately, your smile just a soft and bright as genma had described, your hair falling perfectly and framing your face, his breath almost catches in your throat when you laugh and push a strand of hair behind your ear.

it’s the moment that genma introduces you to each other that he realizes he has a very big problem.

“this is y/n! y/n this is kakashi” he’s staring at kakashi with a shot eating grin, one that says ‘told you they were amazing’ and kakashi has to stop himself from smacking him then and there.

“it’s nice to meet you!” you hold out your hand, kakashi taking it and shaking it gently.

“likewise, I’ve heard a lot about you” he smiles, holding back his laughter when genma almost chokes on his own spit.

“all good things i hope!” you giggle, turning to genma with a soft smile, your face flushed.

“of- of course!” he smiles sheepishly, the two you turning back to your meals and continuing to converse with each other.

as everyone is leaving the restaurant kakashi is giving the group signals, one that you don’t understand and are looking to genma to explain.

“there’s a secret after party at gai’s place asuma and i planned” he whispers and you’re nodding along, a smile on your face, “you wanna come?” his cologne is wafting into your nose and you can’t help but nod.

“sure why not” you smile, blushing a bit when genma grabs your hand, pulling you alongside him to catch up with the group.

it didn’t take long for the party to start once you got to the apartment. you laughed as you watched asuma and kurenai sing a terrible duet, genma and raido both downing shots one after the other and anko trailing off for the fifth time about something she’d been wanting to tell you but couldn’t remember what it was.

you glance at the clock and realize how late it had gotten, eyes widening and apologizing to anko that you had to get home.

“oh but you only had a couple shots! you aren’t even buzzed” she slurred, frowning when you hugged her tightly.

“sorry sweets but i have work tomorrow!” you pout, smoothing her hair down before saying goodbye once again and going off to find your date.

you have to hold back laughter when you find genma almost passed out next to Gai and raido, shaking them all a bit to make sure they were still alive.

“genma? I’m gonna head home” you smile and he gets up, wobbling a bit before he throws his arms around you.

“oh don’t leave us y/n! you’re too perfect to leave” he whines, your face flushing at his words, “i can walk you home” he smiles, getting up from his chair and almost slipping, causing you to catch him and help him to the couch.

“i don’t even think you can walk right now” you laugh, bidding him goodbye and letting him know you’ll see him monday.

as you finish your last goodbye’s and wish a much too intoxicated Gai happy birthday once more, you’re heading out the door, a small smile on your face as you close it.

“genma not walking you home?” the deep voice startling you, causing you to shriek a bit, your heart pounding as your eyes land on kakashi.

“god you fucking scared me” you laugh, hand over your heart, “no he’s piss drunk right now” your head shaking.

“I’ll see you around kakashi, take care” you’re smiling at him brightly, waving goodbye. and before he can stop himself he pushes himself off the wall and catches up to you, walking at your pace.

“oh i don’t want to inconvenience you” looking at him with kind eyes, he’s shaking his head at your words.

“ ‘s not an inconvenience, just wanna make sure you get home safe is all” his words make your stomach flutter and you nod, a small ‘okay, thanks’ leaving your lips as you look away, hoping he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

it’s a bit chilly as you continue walking, kakashi noticed the way you’re holding yourself tightly, and within seconds his jacket is resting atop your shoulders.

“oh I’m fine really!” already taking the jacket off, kakashi shakes his head, placing it back on you before speaking up.

“keep it on, i was getting a bit hot anyway” he smiles, you return him a brighter one, tugging his jacket tighter around you, letting yourself drown in his cologne.

“I think it was really nice that you planned the dinner for gai” you speak up after a couple seconds, fiddling with your fingers. kakashi shakes his head at your words.

“it was all of us really” he shrugs and you look at him, a smile on your face when he turns to face you, “what?” there’s a smile creeping onto his lips.

“asuma said you planned the whole thing, give yourself some credit” you nudge him softly, hoping to god it was alright and he wasn’t insanely uptight like how genma painted him out to be.

“or do you have some sort of appearance to uphold” you tease, laughing a bit when the jonin scoffs at you, looking in the opposite direction with his chin up.

“i don’t have any appearances” he denies, turning to face you when he no longer hears your footsteps next to his.

“oh please! the whole village has you painted as ‘the great copy ninja’ so mysterious and dark” your voice a bit lower, as you say his famous nickname, he’s rolling his eyes and chuckling a bit.

“maybe I’m just mysterious and dark” he shrugs, following you when you continue to walk to your apartment.

“are you?” your voice curious as you look at him, trying to read his features as best you could.

“maybe” he replies, watching the way you cross your arms and smile up at him. his hearts beating a bit faster, feeling insecure under the scrutiny of your eyes. why did he care so much?

“you aren’t” you reply, shrugging your shoulders as you both continue to walk. kakashi’s eyes go wide and his brows are furrowed, his mouth open at your statement.

“you don’t even know me! how would you know?” he’s a bit defensive as you brush his off easily, looking at him with a warm smile that has his stomach doing flips.

“please! you plan out birthday dinners for you best friend, you walk someone home you don’t know and give them your jacket, you have actual friends that care about you and love you” you list off, “and you’ve been talking to me this whole time, dark and mysterious people would just say something vague and look off into the moonlight” you giggle.

“you sure you’re not a shinobi?” the question makes you laugh, waving him off before turning into the street when your apartment is.

“thank you for walking me, i felt much safer with the dark and mysterious copy ninja as my personal guard” you smile, kakashi returns it gracefully, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth.

“it’s my job to protect this village” he says, his voice raspy as he looks up at the sky, searching for the moon.

“new moon tonight” you mumble, kakashi’s shoulders falling a bit, “guess you weren’t meant to be dark and mysterious” you laugh, kakashi laughing alongside you.

“I’ll uh- see you around?” he asks and you nod, starting to shrug his jacket off before he stops you, placing his hand on top of yours. he’s caught off guard by his own actions, clearing his throat and composing himself when he he looks into your eyes.

“you can hold onto it, don’t want you to get cold walking up the stairs” he winces a bit at his terrible choice of words but you don’t seem to care.

“ever the gentleman” you giggle, holding the jacket close to you, “goodnight kakashi” you smile, biting your lip as you turn around and head up the stairs, waving goodbye before you open the door to your apartment, letting out shrieks and giggles when you throw yourself on your bed.

he doesn’t leave until you’re closing the door behind you, a smile on his face as he walks back to gai’s apartment. he’s smiling widely and kicking a rock, a slight blush on his face as he replays the conversation the two of you had.

it’s not until he reaches the apartment and his eyes land on genma that his world is crumbling around him. he can’t like you, not when his friend had been pining after you for a month.

he tries his best to forget about you, he really does, but it seems fate had other plans when you quite literally run into him only two days later, his jacket hanging off your shoulders.

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Disclaimer: Order is kind random and I'm pretty sure I forgot someone, in case I did you can request a fanfiction for them.

[loudstrawberryblizzard]

Izumo and Kotetsu need way more love and recognition they deserve especially the headcanons and boyfriend scenarios like these. 😊

Naruto boys Dirt talk headcanons

Nara Shikamaru

Shikamaru loves to talk dirty to you. All the time. He's gotten in trouble at the mission desk and the office for saying dirty things to you in front of others. He would definitely have a degrading kink and does it on purpose because he wants you to punish him. He has many kinks and is definitely a brat. 

Hyuuga Neji 

Neji would say he’s not into it and wouldn't be a huge fan but he melts every time you whisper praise into his ear. He's way too uncomfortable to stay anything dirty to you and would be too uncomfortable to roleplay.

Kotetsu

Kotetsu may seem like the one more into dirty talk but he's only into it if you are. He's very easy to embarrass but will like when you talk dirty to him during sex more because you enjoy it. He would be willing to roleplay if you're into it.

Izumo

Izumo seems so sweet and innocent but when you're in bed with him, he's so dirty. He loves talking dirty and when you talk dirty to him. He would be very into kinks and roleplaying.

Yamato

Yamato would be uncomfortable at first but very into it. He probably won't say anything but loves when you talk dirty to him. He would definitely have a praise kink and is very into wood puns. 

Gemma

Gemma loves teasing you all the time. He would also get in trouble for saying dirty things in front of his superiors. With him its in bed, out of bed, and even in public. He’ll love it even more if you tease him back.

Iruka

He may seem so straight lace while he's working but once you two are alone, is another story. He would like some light roleplaying and talk during foreplay but hes not as vocal during sex. 

Hatake Kakashi 

Kakashi would be very into dirty talk and he would have a huge praise kink. You tell him he’s a good omega and he would just melt under you.

Shikaku 

Shikaku would definitely be into dirty talk. He would also definitely have a degrading kink and be a brat only he keeps those things private for the most part. He would be very into kinks and willing to try anything you were into as long as you were willing to try things he’s into. He would also definitely send you notes during the day with dirty things in them for you if you worked in the hokage offices near him. Everyone knows that they are dirty but you know not to read them in front of people after the first few times, as they quickly get worse and more detailed. 

Inuzuka Kiba

He would be very into it. Kiba would have a huge breading kink. All he wants you to do is tell him how pregnant you’ll make him and how hot he would be pregnant. 

Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto would be very into it. He’s loud and proud about it too, though he’ll tone it down once he’s hokage. 

Rock Lee

He gets very confused by dirty talk. He likes it and tries to talk dirty back to you but it's either really sweet or doesn't make any sense. 

Maito Gai 

Gai would have a youth kink (is that even a thing? It would be for him at least.) he would talk a lot during sex, not exactly sure you could call it dirty talk.

[marvelmymarvel]

Apple of My Eye

Genma Shiranui x Reader

Synopsis: You were the apple of Genma's eye and the butterflies in his stomach.

Everything about you screamed sweet. The way your eyes twinkled when you saw a baby. The way your nose would crinkle as the flower merchant gave you a tulip because it ‘matched your dress.’ The way you smiled at him…

He was in too deep, and he didn't know how to handle all of the love he felt for you.

It was springtime in Konoha, and you became rather happy-go-lucky. But it wasn't the season making you so cheery. It was him. 

Genma paused as he took in how your pink dress billowed at your knees. The merchant was correct. The tulip did indeed match your dress. He opened his mouth to comment on how pretty you looked, but your squeal cut him off. An enormous breeze rushed through, causing your dress to fly up. Your free hand went to one side of the skirt, yanking it down as you prayed for the wind to stop. Genma was beside you rather swiftly, his hand moving to pull the other side down for you. “Thank you,” you giggled sheepishly. “If I had known it would have been breezy, I wouldn't have worn this dress!”

Genma nodded at that, but he didn't mind.

You locked eyes with him before they dropped to his lips. His senbon was missing, something that used to happen rarely. Now that the two of you were dating, he found it quite troublesome to kiss you with it in. His hands moved towards your waist as he pulled you closer to him, “God, I love you,” he whispered before kissing your cheek. You cocked your head, trying to chase his lips with your cheek. One kiss was never enough for either of you. 

He chuckled against your rapidly warming skin. He loved how flustered he could make you with simple actions. “You want more kisses?” You shot him a look but didn't say anything as you pouted at him. Deciding to give you what you wanted (like always), he dove back down to pepper kisses against your warm skin. How you melted into his embrace caused his heart to soar, but it wasn't enough. He had to hear you laugh.

His life depended on it.

Genma began moving his fingers on your waist, causing you to giggle. Soon, that sweet giggling turned into a burst of vicious laughter. He continued peppering kisses on your face as you squirmed in his grasp. It wasn’t always a pretty or sweet sound, but it was you.

And that was more than enough. 

“Okay! OKAY!!! UNCLE UNCLE!!!” You screamed out as you grew breathless from the laughing and attack of kisses. Genma pulled back with an affectionate smirk before pressing a final kiss to your lips, causing you to melt into his embrace again. When he pulled away, he noticed you had dropped your flower. “You dropped your flower… Let me get you another one.”

“Oh, Gen, that's okay!” you stated as you bent down to grab the ruined flower, but when you stood up, he was already heading toward the flower stand. “Gen!!” you called out as you stepped towards him, but something caught your eye.

Genma thanked the flower merchant as he paid for the tulip. He went to pocket his wallet when his eyes landed on your form. Your eyes were wide and your mouth was dropped as you took in the sight before you.

“Is this cotton candy? I haven't had cotton candy since I was 15!”

The merchant glanced your way, not amused by your excitement. You bit your lip, contemplating if you wanted to spend the money on something so childish. “Is this cotton candy? We used to eat this after every training session, right?” Genma asked as he looked over your shoulder at the fluffy candy. You nodded happily, delighted that he remembered such a thing. You opened your mouth to order, but Genma was quicker than you.

“We’ll take two bags of cotton candy, please,” Genma stated as he handed you the tulip. The lady grabbed two bags and gave them to you. You thanked her before shifting the items to your other arm so you could grab money from your purse. Genma grabbed your wrist, stopping your actions as he passed the money in his other hand to the merchant. He shot a smile her way before lacing his fingers with yours. The two of you began to stroll toward the park, but you were still slightly upset that he was spending so much on you. “Genma, you didn't have to buy me that! The flower was more than enough-��� 

“Does it make you happy?”

“What?”

“What I got you, do they make you happy?”

You bit your lip at that; they did make you happy. He pulled you into his side, silencing your concerns before they erupted to the surface once more. “I think you make me happier than anything else,” you whispered sheepishly, eyes glancing every way to avoid his loving gaze. He pressed a kiss to your forehead but didn't add anything else to the conversation, rather enjoying the quiet moments between you the most—the moments where he could quietly drown in your presence.

The sight of the tree caused you to sigh dreamily. It was the best area of the park to watch the sunset, and it would be the place where the two of you would be sitting, cuddling, talking, and kissing as the space around you grew darker and darker. You let your eyes travel up the tree, looking carefully for something unique. A smile ghosted your lips as you let go of Genma’s hand and approached it. You traced the heart carved into the wood; your and Gemna's initials lay within it. “We were insufferable. Poor Guy,” you joked. Genma didn't say anything, only smiled at the memories between you. He didn't know how it was possible, but his love for you seemed to grow more and more every day. 

You turned back to Genma with a loving smile.

“Why do you take such good care of me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed, but his gaze never faltered. How could he possibly tell you how much he loved you? He would give you the sun and stars if you asked for them. He’d simultaneously kill and die for you. He would do anything, be anything, for you.

Just so he can see your heavenly smile.

He cocked his head, motioning for you to come back to him. Your cheeks flushed as you made your way toward him. “Why do I take good care of my baby?” he stated, wanting to ensure he heard your question correctly. You nodded as Genma embraced you, arm wrapping tightly around you as his other cupped your cheek. “Because you are the apple of my eye and the butterflies in my stomach. You are everything I love about this world. You are my everything.”

“Gen,” you sighed, ready to interject, but he silenced you with a firm kiss, causing you to lean into him for support. Money didn't mean anything to him. Nothing meant anything to him when it came to you. 'You are the one that taught me to love in this cruel world,' He thought as he deepened the kiss, fingers digging into your waist as the thumb of his other hand sweetly caressed your cheek. Nothing mattered. The only thing that mattered was that you would be by his side for the rest of his life.

And he'd do anything to ensure that stayed true.

[venerawrites]

I just read you post about Genma and I agree he is a fine specimen that I don't see too many people talking about XDD

So if it doesn't bother you too much could you write about Genma with an artist s/o please and thank you 🙏🙏

author's note: a petition for everyone to start talking about Genma! <3 Thank you so much for requesting, I never really imagined him with an artist s/o, so this was so interesting to write! I really hope you enjoy!

Genma never really cared about art.

Coming from a family full of shinobis, he didn't really see the appeal of sitting for days, weeks, sometimes even months in front of a canvas.

Is painting cool? Sure, as a hobby. But why would someone choose this as a career was a complete mystery to him.

So when Guy asked him to accompany him to one of the "art exhibition" evenings taking place at the Hokage's Tower, his first response was a "no". However, being the only available person to go with him, after a few days of nagging, he reluctantly agreed.

That Friday evening he stood staring at a painting depicting war ships travelling through the stormy sea, wishing he had stayed at home. His friend, on the other hand, was enthusiastically rambling about the hidden symbolism in every detail.

"Bored already?", a voice said behind him and once he turned around, he almost sucked his senbon inside his mouth.

Genma has always prided himself as a calm and confident man both on the battlefield and in his private life.

But as he stared at the person in front of him, he found it hard to regain his composure. Maybe it was the way they cocked their head to the side, watching him with a small smirk, or maybe it was the seductive spark in their eyes... he didn't know why but his only response were a few chocked out words, which didn't even form a complete sentence.

"I.. uh, yeah. I mean - NO!", he corrected himself, looking to the side with furrowed brows, "I am just... enjoying the art. You know.. boats, sea... hidden meanings and stuff."

The person, who was also the artist of the painting him and Guy were sitting in front of, found his comment and expression so funny, they couldn't help but tease him by asking more questions about what meanings he had found behind the image.

Poor Genma would try to structure an answer based on what he has heard by his friend earlier, but since he was not paying any attention, what came out from his mouth sounded like a complete nonsense.

Knowing he probably has made a fool out of himself, next day he came prepared. He had spend the whole day actively asking Guy questions about the exhibition and the artists who participated.

It didn't take him long to learn the person he has spoken with was one of the most renowned artists from the Land of Mountains, who were famous for portraying images of war and capture its destructing nature.

Later that day, when he went to the second day of the exhibition, he found them again, this time dumping all the information he had memorised earlier, without even given them a chance to ask him anything.

He had the smuggest smile after he finished his talk, thinking he totally "WOWed" that person, so when they start chuckling, he was both confused and a bit taken aback.

Did he make a mistake or something? Did he looked like an idiot once again?

"You're cute", they said and that was enough for Genma to gain the courage to ask them out on a date.

The next day he went to pick them up from their hotel, casually leaning on the doorway and pretending his heart is not beating like crazy inside his ribcage. He is trying to act nonchalant, but his s/o would totally see he has put quite an effort in choosing where to eat and keeping them entertained through the night.

For the rest of the week, they would spend as much time together as possible before and after work. While nothing would happen during this time, all of the Konoha ninja would notice this is not just an ordinary fling, especially when Genma brings them to a night out with his friends.

When it was time for them to leave, he would be the one escorting them to the gate (he may or may have not asked the Hokage to appoint him) and while he would act like everything was normal, the way he was dragging his feet through the dirt and gritting his senbon with his teeth would show otherwise.

It is widely accepted that this man is a flirt and a tease, but when his s/o peck his lips in a goodbye kiss, he would be so flustered and shy about it, it would look like he has never experienced any physical contact before.

All of his friends would totally make fun of him later!

It is stated in the databooks that Genma likes travelling, so I imagine him using any free days or holidays he has, to visit the Land of Mountains in order to see his s/o. In return, they would try and get more work in Konoha, always using the excuse they just "get a lot of inspiration there".

Genma would never admit it, but during this time he would spend quite some time learning about different art styles, famous artist across the globe and the symbolism of images.

I love him so much, but in my mind he is (without a doubt!) a SHOW OFF and would use every opportunity to try and impress the person he likes.

After a few months of going back and forth, quite a lot of kisses and few hook-ups, he would finally ask his s/o to officially become his partner.

At first, they would try a distance relationship, but after a while his s/o would be the one to make the decision to move to Konoha and Genma was quick to offer them to stay at his place till they find their own. (hint: they never did.)

Both of them would fall in harmony quickly - he is out working most of the day, while his s/o is creating at home, so I imagine they would be taking care of the house most of the time.

His s/o would totally rearrange the interior and while it would pain him to admit it, it would definitely look better after their touch!

The walls, which were grey and empty before, were all covered with different paintings and sketches now, creating a mini-gallery of sort.

After Guy visited the first time, it would be very hard to get rid of him! He would invite himself almost every night, spending hours and hours talking with his s/o about what he thinks their paintings mean.

I think his s/o would find inspirations at very random times (including sometimes in the middle of the night) and when that happens Genma would groan and huff how he wants to cuddle them in bed, but would still spend hours and hours watching them fall in their zone and create the most beautiful images he has ever seen.

His partner would occasionally paint him and even ask him to pose for them as a muse. He would always roll his eyes with heavy blush on his cheeks, but would nevertheless agree. (He especially enjoy it when they ask him to pose with just a sheet covering his lower half... almost every time it leads to more activities than just painting.)

While his s/o is equally as flirting and sarcastic as he is, I imagine them as more emotional, optimistic and easily excited, thus balancing his calm nature quite well.

I always thought Genma is quite a spontaneous man, so I won't be surprised if a proposal question pop in short after they start living together.

cc artwork: "SIFU" concept art

[venerawrites]

I honestly love this so much, can’t help but re-read it every few days 😭

GENMA SUPREMACY 🤍

A United Front - Genma Shiranui x Reader

inspired by this prompt

And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.

“I can’t offer you a relationship,” Genma can hear his own voice, deep and full and not at all cracking. 

He half expects you to laugh, to tell him that he imagined the growing tension between the two of you. But you don’t. “What a shame,” you tell him, your face not betraying any of your thoughts. You don’t smile though and he hates it. Your smile has long since grown into his favorite thing. It doesn’t feel right for it to be missing.

“I’m just… not in the place for it right now.”

“Ah,” you nod calmly. “And do you expect that to change?”

His heart beats painfully in his chest. Are you asking…

“I don’t know. But… probably not for the next few years.”

“Right.” You nod again. “Well, thank you all the same. Do you… want me to stay away?”

“No,” he breathes out a bit too quickly. “I mean, no, you don’t have to.”

“Okay.” You nod once more and he wonders if it’s just a motion to distract yourself or something else. “We’ll just tell each other if we can’t deal with the way it is, right? If one of us comes too close for comfort.”

“Right,” he mutters, not really getting it.

You smile, but it’s different this time. Distant, like it no longer belongs to him.

“Well, I’m going to leave then. Might Guy asked me to train with him and I’d feel more comfortable doing that now if that’s okay with you?”

And he can’t ask you to stay, can he? Have Dinner with him as if this conversation never happened. So he nods and tells you to have fun and watches you leave, feeling miserable all the same.

But he chose this. And it’s better this way. 

-

Almost dying always sets things into perspective, Genma believes.

He’d been - what - twelve, when they ran into the Swordsmen of the Mist, outnumbered even if they had been on par with their skill level. Not even Might Guy had any optimism left, stiff as a board next to him.

And Genma had looked Death in the eye and smiled. Only to come out barely unscathed, though grieving someone he’d barely known.

And it wasn’t the only time someone gave his life to save him, but he’s getting tired of that now. Of people dying for him or worse, because of him, because he’s too slow, or not skilled enough.

Genma’s getting tired and he’s just reached the peak of his career. 

Personal Guard of the Hokage. 

Life has left a dull ache inside of him. He knows it’s not visible on the outside because he’s always been able to cover his pain with dumb jokes, but if he had to compare, he’d say he feels like Kakashi looks. A little dead, living on just because he has to, and because he has too much spite to give up.

It’s not fair to drag you into this. 

But he wants to. Oh, how he wants to.

Kakashi has his Icha Icha and Might Guy has his training and Genma, well… he used to have you. Going for a drink after a mission, laughing as you come up with ridiculous pranks to play on your fellow Shinobi, or taking a walk through the forest just because you needed mushrooms and felt he’d be good company.

Life’s easier when he’s with you. As if the air has more oxygen and gravity is no more, every step lighter than the one before.

But he can’t become addicted to something that will not last.

Not for him. Never for him.

-

Genma sees you enter the bar with Anko and decides against stepping inside. 

He’d been craving a drink for hours, today’s shift grueling in its boredom. But he doesn’t want to remind you of what was and could have been, or maybe, he just doesn’t want to remind himself. 

He uses his time to go shopping instead, having avoided the market for the better part of the week. They have your favorite fruit on sale and he grabs two before he realizes he doesn’t even like them that much. He still buys them, burying them at the bottom of his bag.

Everything seems to remind him of you, which is weird and stupid and not at all helpful. And it doesn’t make sense. 

You’re still alive, so he doesn’t have a right to grieve you and you never really dated, never kissed or anything, but he’s missing you. 

Genma made it a habit not to mention you amongst his friends, lest they think they’re something there but now he regrets it, wanting nothing more for them to talk about you, tell him where they saw you and if you looked well or not.

When he gets drunk on his balcony one night, he thinks he can see you out of the corner of his eye, leaning in the doorframe with that kind of smile he thought belonged to him only. But when he moves to reach for you, you disappear and he’s left sober and missing a part of him he didn’t know he had. 

-

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Genma says the second you step into view. 

It’s a two-man mission and he’s done that before with you, but he can’t- he can’t do it right now.

“Why?” You ask as if nothing’s wrong. And maybe it isn’t, to you. Maybe you didn’t drown in your feelings for the last two months, fighting the instinct to flinch away at the bare mention of your name.

You certainly look like it. Like you’re fine with the way things are, without him. 

He bites down on his Senbon and nods, fingertips digging into the fabric of his pants.

“Just a thought,” he drawls out, before turning back to the Hokage. “When do we start?”

-

And it’s almost too easy not to fall back into a routine. You ask him how he’s been doing and he tells you the important stuff first, but you have that effect on him, keep him talking even when he feels he’s got nothing left to say.

“You know your favorite fruit,” he adds as he runs, mouth working with a mind of its own, “they had it on sale.”

“Oh? Did you buy some?”

“I did.”

“And?” Your smile has him almost miss his mark, but he’s better than that, catching himself. “Did you like them?”

“Still not really into them. But they’re ‘a great source of vitamins’.” Genma uses airquotes to show that he’s quoting you and you laugh and it hurts but he doesn’t want it to stop. 

It’s dangerous, working like this. His mind is too occupied with you for a mission of this caliber. He wonders if you notice.

-

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he’s building up your tent, suddenly glad that there’s only the two of them. With a three-man team they’d have to sleep next to each other at one point and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

The tent pole snaps between his fingertips. Genma stares at it without seeing it, his mind racing. What is he supposed to say to that? Yes? And then what?

“It’s okay if you don’t,” you point out behind him, your voice so calm it sounds like you’re speaking with a wild animal, ready for it to pounce any second. Do you recognize his heart for what it is?

“It’s not about wether or not I have feelings…” Genma cuts himself off before he adds the last two words. He swallows. “I told you I’m not ready for a relationship.”

“And what are you doing to change that?”

“Huh?” Genma turns, the broken tent pole momentarily forgotten.

“I mean, when we didn’t become Chunin the first time around, we were essentially told that we weren’t ready for that yet. But the ones who wanted to become Chunin tried their best to change that. Do you want to have a relationship?”

All tension leaves him with an exhale, the utensils slipping from his grip and onto the forest floor.

“I don’t-” He stares down at his hands. “I’m just so tired.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

-

Genma has missed this. 

Talking to you has always been a little different, a little easier.

He can talk to Might Guy about grief and to Kakashi about the potential of the coming generation but never the other way around. All of his friends have topics they don’t want to touch, but you’ve always been different, at least with him, vulnerable and strong at the same time. 

But he knows he can’t keep going like this. Not again.

“Do you think I’m ready for a relationship?” Genma asks the last night before they reach Konoha again, already used to the smell of his dirty uniform and the blood still caked under his nails.

You muster him for a second over the assortment of fruits and mushrooms and dried beef that you call Dinner. 

“I think you are,” you tell him finally. “It might be a little bumpy at times, but you’ve always been a bit of a ‘learning by doing�� type of guy.”

He sighs, the sound catching in his throat, barely making it out of his mouth.

“Would you-” You stiffen and he stops, swallowing harshly. Genma’s got half a mind not to ask but he drove himself into this mess, he needs to be able to get himself out of it as well.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” he starts anew. “But if you still like me at least a little bit, would you be willing to try? And date me, I mean?”

For a while, you’re silent, watching him like you do with your opponents. His heart is a fluttering thing inside his chest, filled with a fear he hasn’t felt since he was a child. 

Is he enough? Is he worthy?

Eventually, you reach out and pick the Senbon from his mouth, twirl it between your fingers before you move in, pressing your lips to his.

His body reacts on its own accord, all the longing snapping into his hands and arms and shoulders, pulling you in with enough fervor to upset the forest floor beneath you, leaving the two of them tumbling down and into the soft mossy ground.

When Genma kisses you back, he puts all his feelings into it. His fear, his longing, his love. He can only hope that you feel it, understand it like you understand everything else.

But your hand is in his hair now, bandana gone somehow and he stops thinking because so far, that hasn’t done him any good anyway.

-

Anko whistles low under her breath as he enters, your hand firmly in his.

“Shut up,” he growls, but he can’t help smiling, chest pushed out with pride. You’re dating him. You are dating him.

“Young love!” Might Guy wipes a tear from his eye. “So beautiful.”

“Tell me when you decide to move in together,” Kakashi declares from his perch at the back of the table, “So I can make different plans for that day.”

“Very funny,” Genma drawls, pulling your chair out before taking a seat next to you. “We’ll just ask your team to do it, call it a D-Rank Mission.”

You laugh next to him at that, nudging his shoulder with your own. “If they have to pack up all your weapons it’s no longer a D-Rank.”

“Wait,” Raido leans in at that. “You’re moving in with her? Why not the other way around?”

You look up at him, giving him the chance to explain.

“Dude,” Genma grimaces. “Have you seen my mess? Her place is much better.”

Raido considers that for a second. “True. But give me a heads up, I want your apartment when you’re gone.”

“Rude.”

Below the table, your hand rubs a soft circle into his thigh. It’s the simplest of touches, a presence that’s barely there but never fully gone, a soothing balm to the horrors of everyday life.

Yesterday you fought about what apartment you’d move into and his knee-jerk response of going silent about it fell victim to your insistence to talk about it properly. 

Genma’s not perfect and some days he’s still so tired of this life that he can barely make it out of bed without your help, but neither are you.

It helps, he has learned, to tackle these things together, shoulder pressed against shoulder, a united front.

After all, if he knows one thing, he knows how to fight a battle.

Tagging some Genma lovers:

@comicallylargemango @squishyneet @itsyoursunshinebabe @marvelmymarvel @venerawrites

[thottyimagines]

I just randomly came up with this idea about the jonins being sick/hurt and there s/o taking care of them and I want to hear how you think they would act 🤭

(I know everyone says this but I truly love your work🩵🩵🩵)

Thank you!! I appreciate hearing it each and every time.

SICK JONINS + CARETAKER S/O:

Kakashi is so, so pathetic. You'll simply have to try to keep in mind it's a wild show of trust that he turns into a big baby about being sick, considering his hospital routine is well-known to be "escape at all costs and lick wounds in private," no matter how battered he is. But with his sweet, sweet s/o, he wants to be taken care of. He wants to be pet nicely and have his s/o make nice, consoling noises agreeing that he's very sick and very brave. And he won't say it, but he'd like to be held.

Gai is a model patient, but only after his s/o has beaten it into his thick skull that he's only making it worse for himself in the long run by refusing the rest he needs to heal, and, most unyouthfully of all, it hurts their feelings terribly when he won't let them help. He cries big, shiny tears.

Kurenai is kind of like a wounded beast when she's in pain or discomfort. She'd rather be left alone for the most part, so she's very low-maintenance. Her s/o can leave her offerings of soft, warm foods and maybe even braid her hair back so it isn't sticking to her sweaty face, but she'd rather not be touched or spoken to. They may, however, read quietly in the corner in the same room as her.

Asuma, like Kakashi, is also kind of a baby about it. He'd like to be doted on. As the Hokage's son, he expects it, even. He's even worse to deal with than Kakashi, though, because when he's sick or injured and recuperating, his s/o won't let him smoke. So he's rude because he's going through some light withdrawals and whiny because he's not feeling well. He's...lucky they love him a lot.

Bonus:

Genma is easy. When he's not feeling well or in pain, he just wants to hibernate with his s/o by his side. Considering he even purchased a bed larger than the twin-sized one he used until he met them just so they could sleep with him, it'd be pretty rude to refuse. The s/o will inevitably get sick.

Anko pretends she's fine and gruffly turns away any doting unless she absolutely can't refuse. She likes it, secretly, but being taken care of used to make her sniffly and strange until she got used to it.

[racke7]

Fanon!Genma: "I'm a bad parent"

Canon!Genma: "I repeatedly threw my crying/screaming preteen son into a pit filled with starving cats after wrapping him in fish-guts, to the point where he suffered a violent mental break and now has an incurable phobia of cats. Oops tehe"

looking back on it, a lot of the "real abuse" stuff people tried to make Genma do in their fics don't really hold a candle to the fact that the Neko-ken exists

[tobiasdrake]

Watching episode 2 of Ranma reboot and it remains like a blast from the past.

Gonna be posting spoilers and screencaps to talk about it, so all of that's after the jump.

I'm sorry that I didn't appreciate the slapstick of the original manga because Rumiko Takahashi is kind of brilliant at it.

This gag sets you up to think Akane's about to hit him for yelling misogyny at her early in the morning, but then out of absolutely nowhere his fucking dad erupts from the aether and clocks him for it instead.

That's fantastic. It uses the familiar language not just of Ranma and Akane's established dynamic but of tsundere romances in general to set the gag up, and then hits it with a startling and unexpected swerve that still pays it off but in a way the audience didn't see coming.

Speaking of Genma, bits like this:

Ranma defeats Genma using the "Look, a distraction!" technique and it's funny because he won with what most martial arts anime would consider a cowardly tactic.

But it's funnier when you know the actual art he practices, 無差別格闘流 musabetsu kakutou-ryuu. Separately translated as either "Anything Goes Style of Martial Arts" or "Indiscriminate Grappling". The latter of which is hilariously specific, as 格闘 kakutou can mean wrestling or grappling but simply refers to weaponless styles of hand-to-hand fighting.

He's a fisticuffs brawler by trade, contrasting the various adversaries he faces throughout the series who are mostly tool- or weapon-based fighters, to varying degrees of esoteric oddity.

But what makes this so funny in hindsight is the "indiscriminate" part. Ranma's martial art is built around the idea that there are no rules and whatever gets you to the finish line is fine. This distraction isn't Ranma being cowardly; It's actually part of his martial art. This is how he was trained to fight. XD

You know, I actually forgot that Dr. Tofu... existed.

But setting that aside, once I remembered who this guy is, I forgot that he's implied to be an exceptionally talented martial artist. Capable of masking his presence so thoroughly that even Ranma can't detect his movements.

That's really interesting. To my recollection, Dr. Tofu never has a single fight in the entire series. Instead, his expertise simply serves as an explanation for his familiarity with all the wild and bizarre mystical maladies that come his way.

It lets him be like, "Oh yeah, the reason you're deathly ill is because someone hit you with the 5,000 year old forbidden Chinese Slow Death Syphilitic Pressure Point technique. Here, let me apply the three-step acupressure reversal technique that was lost to history."

But now I.

I kinda.

Want to see him fight.

(Has this dude been like the DBZA Popo of Ranma 1/2 this entire time?)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA She clocks him with the water kettle to make him respectfully bow.

I did not have the cultural context to understand that joke when I was young.

Rumiko Takahashi is so good at slapstick.

Yeah, okay, I don't remember half of what I said about Akane when I was young but I recant all of it. She is so fucking cool.

Imagine if you had to do this every single morning. Every morning. No exception. Just to get to school. At sixteen.

And keep in mind that this is sexualized violence. These guys are trying to overpower her because they think she'll have to be their girlfriend if they beat her up. Every single one of them is sexually harassing her. With violence.

Fuck this entire situation, y'all. I hope she gives them all life-ruining physical injuries that ruin their ability to get scouted as professional athletes at this critical age and turn them into bitter and misanthropic thirty-somethings whining on the couch about how they peaked in high school.

That's probably not how it actually works in Japan. My American is showing. But nonetheless!

She said "Kuno-senpai". She addresses him formally using his last name because that's a normal thing to do in Japan.

Subtitles, why are you changing the way characters speak to each other? The show is released with a dub and a sub alongside one another. If people are choosing to watching the sub, they don't need you to hold their hand and Americanize it for them.

She correctly calls him Kuno in the dub here. The dub is more accurate than the sub about this line. Don't. Do that.

This guy is such a dweeb he makes Jou-senpai look cool. They nailed Kuno, King Dipshit of the Jackass Mountain Akane has to climb each morning.

This is the guy who came up with the whole "Whoever beats the shit out of Akane may claim her as their trophy" thing. He probably watches Andrew Tate videos and writes internet screeds asking why women don't respect his authority and strength. Fuck this guy.

Seriously. He just. Said this. About some girl in another class. And the boys in the school were all like, "Oh, yeah, that sounds reasonable. First one to break her leg gets the girl! Thanks for showing me the best way to express my masculinity, bruh!"

A wacky setup for Akane's personal background but also a chillingly accurate metaphor for how the Manosphere functions.

For his part, it's pretty clear that what Kuno is attracted to is martial strength. He becomes interested in the "Mystery Girl" that appeared after Ranma "fled" pretty much right after she beats his ass.

He's kind of an interesting parallel to Shampoo in that regard. I never really thought of that before, but both of their interests are predicated on how strong Ranma is.

He also makes for an interesting dynamic for Ranma, from a gender perspective. Ranma's curse and the constant menace of Kuno forces Ranma to endure firsthand the kind of harassment that Akane has to undergo in her day-to-day life.

Of course, this being Ranma 1/2, Ranma's going to be getting that from both genders throughout the series. Rumiko Takahashi created a harem dodecahedron for her story, with Ranma and Akane being beset not just by rival suitors but also by rival suitors for their rival suitors trying to kill them and win the rival suitors' love.

Kuno's just one of the crowd.

But it was nonetheless an interesting choice to give Ranma a toxic male harasser as one of his suitors, that speaks to the interesting gender dynamics at play in the series.

One last thing. Something I really love about Ranma 1/2 is the way it uniquely changes the experience of just. Being around water. Like, the ever-presence of water especially in an island nation such as Japan is a constant threat.

You really don't think about how much water there is in everyday life until you have a Jusenkyou curse.

[13as07]

Duckling #2

(Asuma Sarutobi Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to ANNAISE]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,663

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Good Girl, Duckling, Ducky, Daddy, Baby

Age Gap (Older Man/Younger Woman)

Size Difference (tiny bit)

Daddy Kink

Choking

Thigh Humping

Praising

Soft Dom/Bratty Sub

Orgasm Denial

Older Brother's Friend Trope

Fingering

Oral (Female Receiving)

Fluffy Part 3?

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Asuma squeezes my throat, cutting off my breath even more, but only for a second. As soon as the pressure is given, it falls away. His hands coat down my sides, fingertips slowly tracing every rib before resting on my hips. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear, gripping me before his touch falls toward my pants. His fingers toy with them, undoing them before shimming them down my legs. Once the material hits the, he lets me go.

I wait a beat before taking a shaky step to the side. My eyes stay locked on his blanket as I walk toward his bed, pussy already slick from the past few moments. Slowly, I crawl back in, situating myself into the position I woke up in. Asuma's eyes eat at me, picking up every micro-movement.

     "Good girl," he repeats, following the trail to the bed I just took. He situates himself just like before too, thigh pressed between my legs and his hands roughly rubbing at my thighs, slowly inching his shirt up my skin. "Be a cute Duckling and waddle for me, just like before."

     My thighs tighten around his, taking a second to process what he's asking. Asuma stays patient as I try to connect the dots, big hands sliding up for a beat before they run out of room and have to slide back down. My hips jerk down when I finally figure out what he's asking of me, a moan already bubbling in my throat from the small amount of friction.

     "Good girl." My hips jerk down again at the praise, my body responding before I have time to order it too. After the small movement, I freeze, embarrassment enveloping my chest. This is not how any of my fantasies with Asuma have played out. "Keep going, Ducky. I didn't tell you to stop."

A soft "fuck" slips out under my breath, my hips responding again before I can fully process his words. This is how I imagined sex with Asuma. Gentle, dominating, soft, demanding, just like he is as a Shinobi. My grinding falls into a rhythm in time with his hands. His fingers slide up, my hips slide down. His touch slides down, my hips jerk up.

The edge of my orgasm slowly approaches, tricking against my skin like the heat of Asuma's touch. Just like his fingertips, my finish comes to a raging halt and all but disappears as he pulls away from me. "No!" I wail, jolting upright in despair. "Come back! You're being mean! I want to cum."

He gently shushes me, his big hands cupping my face as his thumbs brush away imaginary tears. "Oh, I know, I know, I know," he coos at me, the softness of his tone not fully hiding the spark of amusement in his eyes or the conceitedness lying under his words. "I'm so mean to you, aren't I, Ducky?"

I nod my head in agreement, fully aware the question is a trap no matter how I answer it. "You're mean too," he mutters, the softness of his voice replaced with a block of ice. Asuma's eyes trail after his thumb, watching it like a hawk as it rubs back and forth over my bottom lip. "Storming around my room, in my shirt, as you tell me your plans to fucking another man. That's not nice, Duckling."

     "You weren't going to fuck me. What else was I supposed to do? Leaving a girl needy isn't very becoming of you, Asuma."

     His eyes flare up because of my sass, his thumb sliding off my bottom lip and shoving itself into my mouth. Instantly, my mouth wraps around him, my tongue slashing at the tip as I softly suck. Asuma is fuming from my prior plans - something I find enjoyable. I'm sure he'd be fuming more if he knew this was how I started Genma's blowjobs before he'd face fuck me.

     "For starts, little Duckling, I'm still not going to fuck you." My whine of disappointment is muffled, but only for a second. Asuma tears his thumb out of my mouth before replacing it with two of his fingers, both of which are slowly thrust in and out of my mouth in time with the teased off-brand blowjob.

     More disapproving whimpers spill from me, shoved back down my throat by the fingers taking up residency on my tongue. "Just because I'm not going to fuck you doesn't mean I can't make you feel good. Don't question my ability with women, even if you are barely a woman."

     I gently sink my teeth into the skin of his knuckles, displeased with Asuma still being hung up on the age gap. It's not even that large. Eleven years is nothing. He retaliates by shoving his fingers further into my mouth, making my throat contrast as a gag rumbles up and out from between my lips.

     "Don't be angry with me, Ducky. I just don't want you doing something you'll regret." Dumb ass older men, always thinking they know what's best for me. Kakashi, Jiraiya, and now Asuma too. I nick my teeth against his skin again, in another moment of disagreement. "You're drunk and eager to please. Maybe when you're a little older I'll think about filling your pussy."

     Asuma drags his fingers out, his eyes still scorching my face as he leaves my mouth empty. "Secondly, I already told you once not to use my name in my bedroom. Just because I'm not shoving my dick into you doesn't mean I can't enjoy the situation too. Be a Good Girl and use my title."

     "Yes, Daddy. I'll make sure to also use your title when I'm bouncing on Genma's dick tom - "

     His hand shoots forward, his palm covering my mouth as his fingers dig into my cheeks, a single hand easily covering the bottom half of my face. Irritation and a dark pool of arousal darkness Asuma's eyes, the sight seeping straight down to my core. "Nice try, Duckling, but I have more control over myself than that. Your little jealousy game isn't going to work. I'm more than capable of filling your needs without having to use my dick. Every last whimsy need, any time you have one."

     "Any time?" My words come out slushed because of his hand still clinging to my face.

     "Any time," he repeats, fire still blazing in his eyes. "You call, I'll come, and I assure you, I'll make you feel so good you forget your name. Every. Single. Time. Without getting my dick wet."

     His touch goes gentle, thumb back to brushing against my cheek. "You're still so young, Ducky. Things need to go slow, to feel safe, so you don't feel trapped or scared. Be a Good Girl and let me set the tempo so you don't end up somewhere you don't want to be, okay?"

     "Fine," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him before letting them land on the pillows.

     "Duckling," Asuma coos, using his hold to force my eyes back toward his. "I don't just mean right now."

     "What do you mean then?" I question, my burning irritation from my squashed orgasm quickly fueling my temper.

     He doesn't even bat an eye at my snippy tone. He simply leans down, gently brushing his lips against mine. "We'll talk about it when you're a little more sober and a little less frustrated. I'm sorry for teasing but you can't get away with acting like a spoiled brat when I tell you no. Apologize."

     "I'm not going to apologize until I get to cum."

     "You don't get to cum until you apologize," Asuma echoes, his eyes gentler than before but still swarmed with the dare to try him. "I'm in charge, not you. Apologize or I'll spend all night edging you until you do. Is that what you want? To be a squirming, crying mess because you're so sexually frustrated? Because it's not what I want. I want to make you feel good."

     "No, it's not what I want," I mutter, following my agreement with a soft apology.

     "I can't hear you," Asuma says, tilting my head again to stop my scattering sight.

     "I said," I start again, my tone snippy as I keep attempting to look anywhere but his eyes. "I'm sorry for acting like a spoiled brat."

     "And?"

     An equally annoyed and frustrated sigh shoves its way out of my nose, my eyes slowly sliding over to lock with his. "And for trying to make you jealous of Genma."

     "Good Girl," he sighs, pecking my lips with a string of soft kisses. "You pull that shit or even think about using Genma's dick again, and I'll edge you until just the scent of my cigarettes has your thighs soaked." The threat is followed by Asuma sinking to the ground, the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor fills the space.

     I know it was a threat, but the hypothetical situation he laid out for me sounds more intoxicating than threatening. It's a fleeting thought though, one chased away by Asuma's big hands gripping my thighs again. Slowly, his hands inch upward, the pads of his thumbs eventually making contact with my wet panties.

     Another "fuck" slips out as he rubs lazy circles against me. One over my clit and one over my cunt, equal pressure added to both, just enough to tip my panties into the source of my wetness. "You're teasing again," I whine, trying to shove my hips downward and force more pressure against my sensitive spots.

     "I'm not teasing, Ducky," he mutters, the flesh of my inner thigh cushioning his words. "It's just some foreplay. I want to make sure you're slick enough before I finger you."

     I know it's in good faith and definitely needed by how much of my mouth his fingers took up, but I don't want that. I want his dick in me, I want his body pressed against mine, I want to feel every vein and groove of his penis, I want to feel the warmth of his sperm filling my cunt.

     I can only imagine how big his dick is, especially since he has a physique that rivals Guy's, but Guy is also known for having a small dick, so maybe Asuma does too. I really hope not. I want to feel myself ripping at the seams as his dick splits me in half.

     "Daddy - "

     "I know, Ducky, but I already told you, let me set the tempo," he interrupts me, his fingers laying under the material of my panties, slowly rubbing my hips as his thumbs hook around the crotch of my underwear.

The soft touches are pulled away as my panties are pulled further down my legs. Asuma isn't gone for long though. Soon, he's between my legs again, the bend of my knees resting in the dip of his elbows and my ankles resting on his shoulders. "This won't do," he murmurs before tugging on me. I'm yanked down the bed, my knees sliding up to rest on his shoulders instead and my ankles locking together behind his neck. "A man doesn't like to reach for his meal," he teases, amusement glinting in his eyes as he glances up at me.

"Sorry," I babble, the single word being difficult to get out. All I can focus on is Asuma's hot breath gliding over my pussy.

"It's alright. I'm just teasing," he coos, his lips moving painfully slow as he decorates my thigh in soft kisses.

I squirm in his hold, thighs squeezing his face, hips jerking downward, and my ankles trying to push his head forward. The roughness of his beard is a weird but pleasant contrast to the leftover buzzing placed by Asuma's lips. "You're moving too slowly! Stop teasing!"

His hold tightens but his movements are gentle - and still stupidly slow - as he loosens my legs. "Duckling," he shushes, his kisses now peppering over my pussy, purposely avoiding any stop that could satisfy the ever-growing fire of need. "Let me set the tempo," he repeats, finally caving and giving me what I want. Asuma's tongue slides through me, again avoiding my clit and my aching opening.

     My breathing seems loud as he repeats the teasing he's trying to mask as foreplay. The sound of my lungs fills the room, only interrupted by the occasional sound of Asuma's tongue slurping at my wetness. Maybe my panting is so loud because I'm trying to cover up the moans, trying to take away his satisfaction of knowing he's doing a good job.

     "Plea - oh," my pleas are cut off by a moan. His tongue slides over my clit, just as slow and gentle as the rest of his movements. "Oh, oh, oh," I breathe out on repeat, each sound being led by another kitten lick. "Daddy, please?"

     "Alright, Ducky," he mutters, his voice falling short when his lips wrap around my clit. Asuma sucks on me, his tongue lulling back and forth over the nerve bundle.

     A string of pitched whimpers spill from me, my hips jerking from the constant stimulation. His hands slide, gripping my hips and forcing them against the mattress. "Tell me what you want, Duckling. I can't figure out what you want from whines."

     "I want your dick," I whisper, trying but failing to keep thrusting my hips.

     The answer I get back is a gentle chuckle and Asuma's tongue against my clit again. "I can't do that yet, Ducky. I can do this instead though." His smooth voice is followed by the tips of his fingertips brushing against my pussy.

     "Oh, please," I moan, trying to chase after his touch. Another soft chuckle breezes over my cunt, his fingers dipping into me the slightest. His fingers scissor, slowly working me wider so he can inch deeper and deeper. "I don't like your tempo. It's too slow, come on," I wail when his fingers are as deep as they can go.

     My whining is ignored, Asuma's focus on trailing his tongue back and forth over my clit. The fingers buried in me slowly curl, the thickness of them rubbing against every inch of me they can reach. His thumb rubs circles into my skin between each curl of his fingers, adding to the sparks knotting together in my groin.

     After a beat or two, his fingers start tugging out of me. My mouth falls open, disagreement resting on my tongue. Before my disapproval can be voiced, Asuma thrusts his fingers back into me. "Oh God," I mutter, my hands balling up the sheets as my back starts to arch off the bed.

     A sound of self-pride escapes his throat, the vibrations of his vocal cords raking through my body. His pace slowly picks up, his fingers and tongue working together to stockpile the ball of arousal. "Daddy, fuck me. I want your dick, I want you to fuck me. Please," I beg, the craving for his dick building up with the arch of my spine. "Daddy, please?" I try once more, the ache in my groin loosening as I come undone.

     "I can't, Duckling," he whispers, his fingers moving slowly as he licks away the cum spilling out of me. "Not yet, baby."

The pumping of my lungs and the fire in my veins make it difficult to disagree, so I let the fight simmer out of me. Two more kitty licks are slithered against me before Asuma pulls back, still buried between my thighs but not pressed against my cunt anymore.

Once my breathing settles down and my fists loosen against the sheets, I start to push myself away from him, already making my mental list of my things to grab before leaving his house. My shirt, my pants, underwear, and shoes. I need to make sure I have my wallet, keys, and my ID badge in my pants pocket too.

"Where are you going?" Asuma asks, pulling me out of my bubble of thought. His large hands grip my hips, yanking me back in place. My knees are still hooked over his shoulders, back against the mattress again.

"Home?" I say, the word coming out more as a question than a reply. The room stays frozen, the two of us staring at each other, slowly blinking.

When the weight of the silence becomes too much, I try to wiggle out of his hold again. "No," he yelps, drugging me back into position again.

"No?"

"No," he repeats, staring down at me again, a mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes. "Why would you leave?"

I blink a few times before shrugging my shoulders, confused about why I wouldn't leave and confused about why he's confused. "That's just what you do after sex?"

The confusion drains from his face, quickly replaced with disgust and a hint of anger. "No, it's not. You need to be cleaned up, cuddled, hydrated, cared for, appreciated. What the hell, Ducky?" Asuma grumbles, plopping a somewhat aggressive kiss just below my belly button. "Fuck Genma," he grumbles, laying three gentler kisses over the previous one.

"You stay right here, Duckling. I'll be right back," he whispers against my stomach, peppering a handful of kisses across both my hips before he pulls away from me. Asuma's movements are as slow as ever as he unhooks my legs from his shoulders, gently setting my legs back on the bed and massaging my hips for a beat before he crawls off the floor.

Before he's fully out of the room, he glances over his shoulder, his toothy smile on his face before he turns back around. My belly warms at the sight, and not the lustful needy warmth from before. I don't know why he's so stuck on me staying. Every time I've done anything with Genma, it was the dance and then dip. Maybe it's because Asuma knows I have a crush on him. I'm sure that's what it is.

"Hey, Ducky." The sound of him lulls me out of my thoughts again, my head snapping toward the bedroom door. There Asuma stands in all his glory, chest bare and pulled tight against his frame, his hair still messy but drier than earlier, and his shorts hanging on his hips in a way that shows the definition of his v-line. "You look beautiful."

I doubt it. I'm sure my hair is a mess and that my skin is still sticky with sweat. Plus I'm still spread open like a corner store.

Asuma makes it back between my legs in three strides and a quick descent to the ground. The pile of things I didn't notice in his arms is dropped onto the bedding. My eyes scan over the pile, taking in the chocolates, mini bags of chips, water bottles, lotion, and an ice pack.

The feeling of something wet against my pussy yanks a yelp from my throat and pulls my eyes away from the pile of items. "Sorry, Ducky," he softly chuckles, holding up the washcloth for a moment before dipping it back down. "I should have warned you before I started cleaning you up."

I relax back in the bed, my muscles loosening, for the most part. My hips sting with my movements, the leftover effect from being spread and positioned for so long. "You don't have to do that. I can clean myself up."

"I want to," he deadpans, his movements freezing as he looks up at me. "Any good man should want to take care of his sexual partner, long-term or short-them." A soft smile crosses his face, a gentle kiss pressed against my stomach again before he goes back to cleaning me.

Silence falls between us again, but a gentle, warm silence instead of the awkward staring contest silence from before. He takes his time, carefully and preciously cleaning my mess as my eyes roll over the stuff in the bed again.

"Asuma?" He hums an acknowledgment, eyes and a smile flickering up at me. "What's with all the stuff?"

"You use a lot of energy and hydration during sexual activity. You need food and water."

"And the other things?"

He looks up at me again, the rag now pawing at my sticky thighs. Asuma's smile weavers as he looks at me, a flicker of anger and disbelief in his eyes this time. "Your hips hurt or are going to hurt Duckling. I'm going to massage and ice them to get ahead of the pain and hopefully get rid of it so you feel normal tomorrow."

An annoyed sigh spills from him as he abounds the rag and climbs to his feet. "Are you angry with me?"

"Of course not," he answers, comfort leaking from his words as his arms wrap around me. Asuma plops on the bed, tugging me into his lap as he gets situated. My back is pressed against him, the muscles of his chest only separated by his t-shirt hanging on my frame, keeping our skin apart. He leans over me, reaching for the bottle of lotion and the ice pack. "I'm mad at Genma for being an ass and I'm mad that you don't know the proper way to be cared for but that's not your fault."

"Oh."

     "It's not your fault. There's only so many holes in your life Kakashi can fill and I don't expect you to know things you haven't been taught."

     "Oh," I repeat, my eyes trialing his movements, watching him coat his hands in the lotion.

     "Stop worrying, Ducky," Asuma coos, kissing the side of my face as his hands slide across my hips. The chill of the lotion fights with his body heat as he starts massaging my hips, spiking the pain for a moment before it slowly starts to subside. "We'll take things nice and slow. I'll show you how a man is supposed to treat his romantic partner. I'll take care of you, Duckling."

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[sockendrache]

Headcanon: Obito gets violently sick whenever he has a crush bc he's an Uchiha and feels everything way more intense

So. Uchiha feel emotions way more intense than non-Uchiha, yes?

Imagine Obito, who doesn't really have any friends but is desperate to be included, hearing the other kids talk about their little puppy-crushes. About feeling butterflies in your stomach and getting dizzy and nervous, all that jazz.

Then, enter Rin. Who's the first person to go out of her way to hang out with Obito and befriends him and gets to know him. And him, being so deprived of social interactions with kids his age, immediately latches onto her and they become besties-

And then he notices that his heart starts pounding and he gets butterflies whenever he's around Rin, and he just thinks to himself "Is this??? A Crush????" Since, y'know. He's got absolutely no reference to go off of and know the difference between friends and crushes.

What I'm saying is: Obito has no idea what having a friend feels like and is operating purely on what he heard other kids describe crushes to be like.

Years later he's slowly making friends with the other kids at the academy and has more experience on what having friends feels like, and he's cONFUSED as hell, because why the fuck does he get butterflies when he's hanging out with Asuma and Kurenai or sparring with Guy??!!

So he asks his Grandma what that's all about, and she just goes

"Well, you're an Uchiha, and we Uchiha are known to experience emotions about 10x more intense than others. What feels like a 'crush' to other kids is just what 'friendship' feels like to an Uchiha. I assure you, you'll know the difference when you truly develop feelings :)"

And Obito just thinks she's trying to comfort him because "No way that's true, how can my feelings get any stronger than this?!"

...flash forward to him, Rin and Kakashi being placed on Team Minato, and Obito realizing that Grandma was right when the sound of Kakashi's voice is enough to make him violently throw up

Turns out that those feelings could get stronger. A LOT stronger.

His friendship with Rin gives him comforting butterflies and a warm fuzzy feel up his spine that makes him smile for days.

Meanwhile, his rivalry (ITS NOT LOVE, IT'S NOT LOVE!!) with Kakashi makes him physically ill. Obito doesn't just feel warm and fuzzy when chatting (arguing) with Kakashi, he actually gets a fucking fever. Obito doesn't get comforting butterflies when he's around Kakashi, he gets violently sick to the point where he throws up whenever Kakashi so much as breathes in his direction.

And the worst part is: everyone knows what's wrong ("wrong") with Obito, literally everyone.

Everyone, EXCEPT FOR KAKASHI

One moment Obito is chatting with Asuma and Genma, he's completely fine and feels great! ....then Kakashi comes up to them (making sure he gets to the training grounds on time, lol). He doesn't even get a single word in before Obito goes pale, then,

"Obito-"

Hearing Kakashi say his name is enough to make him throw up into the nearest trashcan

Genma volunteers to help Obito get cleaned up, if only to escape the scene

Kakashi, watching them trott off: Tsk. Why doesn't he just go to the doctor already?

Asuma: ...

Asuma: Uhm. How long has he been... sick?

Kakashi: It's been like this for weeks. I honestly don't get why Minato Sensei has me go out of my way to fetch Obito every day when he's clearly too ill to be of any use during training.

Asuma: ...yea that's odd

Asuma, internally: kakashi how dense are you

[mixelation]

reborn au stuff: oto musings

i'm considering what sorts of things happen in oto & tori and orochimaru's relationship

tori's goal is to get into a lab and get her hands on fuinjutsu resources. i'm not going to let her have perfect recall for her techniques, and she needs them for researching chakra.

i think her getting to her goal is a lot of her going to orochimaru and saying things like: well if a summons can use chakra, why can't i use animal chakra? and then he gives her free reign of some supplies/ a space and is like "alright, why don't you run the experiment, then" fully expecting her to fail. except tori KNOWS this game so the first few times she asks questions she already knows the answer to. orochimaru wants to push her to her limits and see where she fails, and tori is not ever going to show him her limits

so she eventually gets full lab access and she gets a lot of one-on-one time with him. he does like having a little science student to mentor. she is one of his favorite.

but thinking about the oto characters we know orochimaru favored or liked, he uh. he DEFINITELY mostly likes people with high combat prowess. so at some point, i think tori will run into a problem where she is like, "Well, no, I just want to know about chakra for the sake of knowing about it. I don't really care about how to use it to kill people."

And Orochimaru very much does care about using jutsu to kill people. He's a scientist but he's also a ninja. Obviously you should want to know about chakra so you can make more jutsu. He's disappointed Tori is not naturally good at combat, and he's even more disappointed that she's unmotivated to get better.

i'm imagining tori finally being like: "fine, i'll show him i'm just as deadly kimimaro (fuck you, kimimaro)" and she goes out and finds some random ninja and traps them in a barrier.

the random ninja is from one f the major villages, who are still traipsing through Oto even as the war is basically just minor scuffles now. ideally it would be a canon character. i was debating someone like genma or hayate.

tori does not break a sweat trapping this random ninja. she is very small and civilian-coded and wily. also they cannot get out because even if she hits like an academy student, she is a fuinjutsu master.

and then i can't decide if she drags them off to orochimaru, kills them, or frets over it for hours and then lets them go. the first one fits into tori's characterization of "increasingly does horrifying shit for petty reasons" and has the narrative payoff of maybe some sort of Consequence down the line depending on the character. the last one leans more into Tori setting herself apart as not a low-budget Orochimaru and someone who might do horrifying things but ultimately doesn't enjoy hurting people, and has the narrative pay off "could be really funny later"

genma: oh..... that girl

genma: no, i don't like her. she's creepy af and she scares me

tori: (is literally 12 and a genin and can't even tree walk properly)

so rn i'm leaning towards the latter. we can of course let tori keep whoever for hours in a horrible cramped space and monologue at them. as a little treat

also i guess she goes back to oto and is like "guess i'm simply morally better than everyone else (SHRUG EMOJI)" after torturing some random guy for no reason all day

[marvelmymarvel]

Head empty, only thinking about Iruka, Genma, and Kakashi being girl dads and having tea parties