#Ino my dearly beloved

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YESS SOME INO FOOD FOR MY NEW INO OBSESSION IGH HES SO CUTE THANK YOU NANA 😩😩😩🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Giving boyfrined!Ino Takuma a hand(y)

ʚ cont: no gender specified for reader, hand jobs, making out, dirty talk, neck kisses, crack at the end ^.^

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Ino's fingers dug into your thigh, threatening to leave a bruise as he held onto whatever drops of sanity were left inside him using your thigh that was slung over his legs. Your hand was braced on his soft chest as he kissed you like he was poisoned and inside your mouth was the antidote, small whimpers and groans leaking from his mouth and into yours, which you greedily swallowed up.

Ino couldn't stop himself from letting his head fall back for a moment, detaching your lips, his mouth open in a wide O shape as he screwed his eyes shut, groans falling freely from his lips as you focused your hand on his tip, making hard quick strokes over it. "Fffuukc baby, oh fuck that feels so good." Ino groaned, his forehead tipping against yours as he looked past your eyes and watched your hand jerk him off, going back to rotating your hand over his entire length as you jerked up and down.

"Yeah? Your tip is so sensitive, huh?" You coo, your lips hovering right over his, your chin tipping forward a bit, almost closing the distance. Ino's eyes locked on yours as he nodded, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before he pressed your lips together, his other hand slung behind your neck, gripping you tightly there. "So sensitive, feels s-so good." He whined between kisses, his hips jerking up every so often to meet your thrusts when he was unable to hold them back any longer.

"Fuck my fist ino, you're close aren't you?" You ask, feeling the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching from his cock kicking against your hand and his abs clenching rhythmically. He nodded dumbly, his lips working sloppily over your own, his fingers curling harder into the back of your neck. "God your hand feels so good, r-right there-" He groaned when you focused your attention on his sensitive tip, rubbing your thumb against the soft skin just under the head of his cock.

you slung your leg fully over his thighs, sitting on him, making sure to keep your lips collected while you did so. Ino released your thigh and the back of your neck and gripped your hips, his hands shaking with the need to finish. Reaching between his legs, you grabbed his full balls with your other hand, massaging them as you worked on his tip. Pre-cum flooded over your fingers at the contact, making you think for a moment he had finished already.

"Oh fuck meee-" Ino whined, his eyes rolling back in his head as he kissed you like a man starved, a long whine traveling from his lips to yours. "I'm cumming baby, b-baby I'm gonna cum-" Ino whined, his body jerking and twitching under yours. You felt the muscles of his thigh tense and relax as he thrust into your hand weekly, spit leaking from the corner of his mouth as he became more incapable of kissing you back properly.

"I know, I know, come all over my hand Takuma." You encouraged, massaging his balls expertly, rolling them in your fingers. You felt them tense as his cock kicked stronger this time against your hand, quick needy pants falling from his weak lips until they eventually stopped moving against your own, falling open in a wide O. Ino locked eyes with you, his face all screwed in pleasure, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, his teeth gnashing together tightly, making the muscles in his jaw strain against the skin.

When you felt the first rope of his hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling over your hands, you were unable to stop your own whine from falling from your lips. His body jerked and shook under yours as cum flooded from his cock, his eyes rolling back in his head after every rope of cum. "That's it, good fucking boy Takuma, give it to me, cum all over my hand." He groaned at your words, his hand wrapping around your neck shakily when you leaned down and sucked the skin of his sensitive neck into your mouth, only making him jerk against the sheets more.

He wrapped his other hand around your own when his cock stopped kicking, you only released him until you were sure he had nothing left to give. Takuma laid bonelessly against the sheets, his mind god knows where as you kissed and sucked on his neck, waiting for his soul to come back to his body. "Jesus Christ, that felt so good baby," Ino whined, cradling the back of your head with his weak hand, pressing you deeper against his neck.

You giggled at his breathless praise, lifting your head against his protests to sit up on his thighs and take in his disheveled look. His blonde hair strewn in every direction, his gorgeous face flushed with glossy, unfocused eyes to match. "Thought I lost you for a second there." You joked, caressing his face with the back of your fingers, making sure you don't get any of his cum on his face.

"Think I did, swear I saw an old man with a white beard at the end of the white light when I came." Ino joked back, a dumb, fucked out smile on his face as his fingers drew lazy shapes against your hipbone. "Thinking about old men when I'm the one making you cum? That's not very nice. Didn't know that was your type." You tease, poking him right on the tip of his perfect nose. Ino scrunched his nose and grabbed your wrist with whatever little strength he had left before he placed your hand back on his face, leaning into the touch like a kitten as he closed his eyes.

A content smile graced your features when he rubbed against you as you stroked his cheek with your thumb, feeling all the tension dissipate from his very tired body. He had such a long day after all, and now he was finally able to relax.

[kiljoius]

Since I LOVE the way you write (you convey the feelings of the character in a terrific way!), what about a Kiba x Tamaki fanfic at the beginning of their relationship, with her having self-confident problems because of Kiba's beautiful former crush Hinata?

My beloved artist of beautiful KibaTama, KibaHina, Team 8, and so much other content, GiuStoArt! For you, I’ll write anything, and this prompt is very cute. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.

As Pretty As You Are

Ao3 | FFN

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/Tamaki

Summary: Tamaki likes where her and Kiba are at, right now.

It’s not too serious, but she can tell he’s smitten with her. It’s what Daku, her closest ninneko, whispers to her, anyway. He’s suspicious of Kiba, and doubly suspicious of Akamaru, but has an open mind. He says that Kiba is doing everything right, so far.

Then, one day, while she’s shopping in the middle market of the Leaf, that all comes into question when she’s approached by Ino.

Word Count: 4.5k

Rating: Teen

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Tamaki likes where her and Kiba are at, right now.

It’s not too serious, but she can tell he’s smitten with her. It’s what Daku, her closest ninneko, whispers to her, anyway.

Daku’s never been one be open in front of others. A stark black cat, he prefers to keep to himself, or Tamaki. He’s suspicious of Kiba, and doubly suspicious of Akamaru, but has an open mind. He says that Kiba is doing everything right, so far.

Then, one day, while she’s shopping in the middle market of the Leaf, that all comes into question when she’s approached by Ino.

“Hey! Tamaki, right?” Ino gives her a wave as she approaches, one hand wrapped behind her back. Tamaki tilts her head curiously. She knows who Ino is; she knows who all of the Konoha 12 are at this point, who doesn’t? They’re not just all Kiba’s classmates and friends, they’re all hailed as heroes to some degree. Some less than others (Kiba), but still, they all garner some form of respect in this village she moved to some years ago.

“Yes, hello.” Tamaki gives a short nod and a smile, respectfully. “I-uhm, I’m surprised you know me?”

“Well yeah,” Ino laughs lightly, leaning over to peak in Tamaki’s basket. “Kind of hard to miss the first girl who’s ever been interested in Kiba!”

Tamaki pales at that. What does she mean by that? “Oh…”

“Oooh, are those for Akamaru?” Ino pokes inside her basket at some dried sausages and Tamaki looks down as well.

“They are.” She’s trying to win the pup over. Her grandmother called her crazy for trying to make something work with a member of a dog clan, and while she’ll never admit it, it’s part of the reason she’s attracted to Kiba. To irritate her grandmother. She loves her dearly, but it is funny seeing her realize she has less control over Tamaki than she thought. Who’s to say cats and dogs can’t get along anyhow? Sure, Daku swats at Akamaru’s butt sometimes, but it’s out of love. She’s caught Akamaru sitting on the cat’s face on more than one occasion.

“Good idea.” Ino nods her approval and Tamaki smiles. “I’m honestly glad you came around, you know?”

“Oh?” Tamaki tilts her head curiously. She hasn’t had much chance to interact with Kiba’s friends outside of Shino. She’s met Hinata a couple of times, along with Choji when they ran into each other during a date to a barbeque restaurant, but that was the extent of it so far. She does wonder sometimes what his old friends think of her, but tries not to focus on it too much.

“Mhm.” Ino nods again, hand on her hip. With her other hand, she flips her long, cascading hair over her shoulder and she smirks. “After all of those years of that crush on Hinata, I’m happy that dolt is moving on.”

Tamaki freezes.

Crush on Hinata?

Well, this is a new development. The sudden weight on her heart is unwelcome.

“Hey!” Ino laughs, sets a placating hand on Tamaki’s shoulder. “Hey, hey I didn’t mean to make you lock up like that! That’s in the past obviously, she’s dating Naruto now, right?”

Tamaki swallows. That is true, she supposes. Kiba never really got around to explaining how that happened, but she’s spotted the happy couple on a few different occasions. The way Hinata looks at Naruto is like something out of a movie. Tamaki exhales a little breath, formulating a response. “Right…I just—well, I wasn’t aware of this crush.”

“Hinata’s not, either.” Ino rolls her eyes as her hand slides off Tamaki’s shoulder. “Kiba did a good job not showing it too much, and Hinata’s a little clueless sometimes when it comes to things not Naruto, but I always saw it. But you know what? You’re just what he needed.”

Tamaki thinks that Ino’s attempt at comfort is perhaps admirable, but really not very good. She’s unsure of how to respond.

“Well anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself—oh shoot, I didn’t even do that, did I? Ino Yamanaka! I hope I see you around more often.” Ino lifts a hand to wave, and Tamaki weakly lifts hers back, realizing she spoke maybe 20 words to the woman for the entirety of that exchange?

As the high-ponytailed blond skips off, Tamaki feels that weight on her heart grow.

This was not what she needed today.

-

Kiba thinks Tamaki is beautiful.

Not in the same way as other girls. Not like Ino, who is objectively hot and bold. Not like Sakura, who is bright and powerful. Not like Tenten, who is quick-witted and stylish. Not like Hinata, who is soft and sweet.

No, Kiba thinks Tamaki is beautiful in the way that she’s real. She doesn’t do herself up, but when she rolls out of bed, she looks stunning. She doesn’t need to flex knowledge and power, and yet, the words she says are thoughtful and challenge his mind. She doesn’t behave seductive or flirty, and even still, she makes his heart flutter with how she moves and acts.

Like right now. All she’s doing is wiping down counters, thinking out loud about the errands she needs to run, and he thinks she’s grace personified. She’s in an apron and scolding Daku for being too close to a vase of flowers on a shelf near the fridge, about to jump to it and he thinks she’s cute doing it. Daku jumps anyway, and when she curses, loudly, while catching the vase that was bound to be pushed off, he thinks it’s downright sexy.

“Good catch,” he comments loftily, chin resting on his palm as he admires her. She looks over her shoulder, and even though she doesn’t offer him a smile, she’s pretty anyway.

“How long have you just been staring?” she asks, brows furrowing, scowl forming.

“Entire time.” He smirks at the way pink hits her cheekbones. That’s cute, too.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Tamaki asks, huffing slightly as she places the vase back in its spot.

“Nothing better than this.” Kiba chuckles when she shakes her head.

She looks up at the black cat who, if Kiba didn’t know any better, looks smug. “Daku, if you jump back on that shelf, I will surrender you to the local shelter.”

Kiba watches as the cat looks at her, unamused. He knows he’s saying something back to her, though he doesn’t know what. It must’ve been something like how he interacts with Akamaru.

“Don’t test me, cat.”

He finds it amusing when the cat opens his mouth with a little hiss back. When Tamaki reaches over to turn on the faucet threateningly, Daku shrinks back with his ears down, growling quietly. Satisfied, she shuts off the faucet. “Thought so.”

“So bossy,” he says as he gets out of the chair, sliding up behind her as casually as possible, hands finding her waist. She tilts her head back to look up at him and he can’t help but rest his gaze on those lovely light brown eyes. They remind him of honey, warm and inviting, and he’s instinctively licking his lips. She reaches out to push his face away and he takes her wrist to stop it from bullying him.

“Bossy?” she questions, and he wonders why she’s frowning. “Thought you liked…quiet, and shy.”

Kiba releases her wrist and pulls away from her, forehead creasing at that. “What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tamaki doesn’t turn to look at him, instead picking up the rag she had been cleaning with and continuing. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“Yeah, no.” His hand finds her shoulder to try to turn her around, and she resists. He huffs, annoyed. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I said nothing,” she snaps, and it makes him recoil. He glances up at Daku, who is now staring at him with lazily hung eyelids. Kiba tilts his head as if the cat can offer him some guidance, but Daku simply looks away.

Kiba wonders what in the hell he did to get this treatment. What does she mean by quiet and shy?

“Maybe you don’t know me well enough yet,” he starts, folding his arms and leaning a hip on the counter perpendicular to the one she’s cleaning, “but I don’t like playing games. I need clear signs, Tamaki.”

She sighs, loudly, and her shoulders slump. His frown deepens as he inhales through his nose, practically smelling the anxiety radiating off of her. “I just…didn’t know you…” The sentence fizzles out.

“I what?” he presses, leaning his head forward. She turns and the grimace on her face isn’t suited for her. He likes it better when she’s smiling with those pearly teeth.

“Had feelings for your teammate.”

Kiba blinks and wonders whose ass he’s going to have to kick for this.

“It’s fine, Kiba.” Tamaki raises a hand, hanging her head. “I’m sure it’s in the past. I’m trying to get it out of my mind…it’s just kind of difficult.”

His jaw flexes as he runs through names until it lands on a particularly aggravating one. “You talk to Ino?”

“She ran into me at the market.” He watches as she fidgets with her apron, still refusing to meet her eyes.

“Pig never minded her business…” He sighs, taking a page from Sakura. He runs his fingers through his hair, then readjusts his collar before stepping towards her. She looks up as his hand cups her chin, and he leans forward. “I’m not keeping secrets from you, Tamaki.” He figures the best way is to be straightforward, he’s never been one to beat around the bush anyway. “If you’d asked, I would’ve told you. So what? I had a stupid teenage crush on my teammate. It is all in the past now, though.”

“I know that…”

“Not sure you do,” he responds with a shake of his head, unconvinced, “if it’s bothering you this much. So I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

“Show me?” Her eyes finally meet his, a little wider now. He nods, smiling.

“Be up bright and early tomorrow,” he finishes, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips. He smiles at the way she returns it despite herself, her hand sliding over the wrist of the hand holding her chin.

If he has to show her, he has no problem doing so.

-

Tamaki does as asked (or commanded, though she chooses to think it was more a request). She’s never been a morning person, Kiba’s the one that’s usually dragging her out of bed. Daku grunts irritably as she pushes him to the side, then swings her legs over the side of the bed. When she approaches her mirror, she scowls at herself.

Since that day with Ino, she’s been questioning far more than she likes. She doesn’t want to be, she knows she shouldn’t. There’s nothing wrong with her, she knows that. She might not be a shinobi, with grand power and skill. She might not be strikingly beautiful, with bright eyes and luxurious hair. She might not be as worldly as others, with travelling experience and cultural insights.

But she is Tamaki, and she thinks she’s enough. She thinks she’s smart and hard-working, she trains ninneko who are some of the trickiest animals. She thinks she’s kind and easy-going, never letting the little things get her down and always offering compassion for others. She thinks she looks as good as any other woman; she keeps in shape, she grooms her hair to sit nicely, she wears formfitting clothes.

She spins in front of the mirror and decides to get changed and clean up before she makes any decisions. She pulls on a sleeveless turtleneck, changes her sweatpants to a pair of shorts for the warmer weather. Straps a satchel around her hips. Then she rustles through a little jewelry box for a nice bracelet and loops it around her wrist.

After she brushes out the tangles in her hair, she looks back in the mirror. Still, she’s unsatisfied. She’s ashamed to admit that she’s thinking of Hinata’s beautiful, dark hair, and her bright, lavender eyes.

Despite her initial reaction, she’s not surprised to find out Kiba may have had interest in her. She’s pretty, she’s strong, and she seems to have a big heart. Tamaki knows for a fact she’s kind, because she’d never been anything but kind to her up to this point. And she believes Ino when she says Hinata had been none the wiser, because she sees how deep her admiration for Naruto runs. She’s only ever encountered Hinata with her arm looped around Naruto’s, and the way she looks up at him with stars in her eyes—well, yeah, it’s pretty clear to her he’s her whole world, and it had probably been that way for a long time.

To be fair, Kiba had never given her any reason to think he had interest in Hinata. He speaks fondly of her like he does Shino, about their time missioning together, their time training and bonding as a team. It’s something she hadn’t had the chance to experience herself, but it was clearly important to him. She thinks of how he described his annoyance with her infatuation with the bright-eyed blond Hero of the War, but he ultimately concluded that he was happy that “the loser woke up and saw what was right in front of him all along.” His words, not hers.

She wonders if he ever resented either of them for it. If he had, he’d never shown it. So perhaps she was getting too stuck in her own mind.

As she waits on her doorstep after laying down Daku’s breakfast, she bounces on the balls of her feet and wishes she had asked Kiba for a specific time instead of simply ‘bright and early’, which could be a broad spectrum of time. But she sees him in the distance regardless, and she’s surprised to see Akamaru isn’t with him. She smiles faintly as he cast a long arm up to wave at her, enthusiastically, and she has to remind herself that this is always how he greets her: with glee, like it’s been months since they’d seen each other. No one else is as happy to see her as Kiba is, and it makes the butterflies in her stomach light up.

“Good, I didn’t have to drag your ass out of bed,” he teases her as he nears, and she rolls her eyes.

“Where’s Akamaru?” she questions, genuinely.

“Dropped him at the nursery.” He shrugs, holding out a hand for her. She takes it. His hands are one of the things she likes best about him, physically. They’re large and encase hers, makes them feel small in his grip. It’s a silly sense of safety.

“You didn’t have to leave him,” she says with a frown. She doesn’t want him to think she doesn’t like the pup. Their relationship is strained right now, but she’s sure that would pass once the pup succumbs to her charm, or at least she likes to think so.

He shakes his head, using his other hand to wave in front of his face. “Hana asked me to bring him by anyway, help train some of the new pups.”

She tilts her head, but accepts that. She hopes he’s not just trying to make her feel better. “So where are we going?”

“And ruin the surprise?” He smirks, casting his eyes towards her. She squints at him. “Give a guy some credit, Tamaki. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

She decides to trust him, because she hasn’t really had a reason not to, to this point. And she’s curious at what he thinks could convince her definitively that those feelings are in the past.

While they stroll through the village towards the outer gates, they engage in normal chatter. He asks her if Daku’s been a pain in her ass this morning, she asks him if Akamaru berated him for going out without him.

As they stray farther and farther from the village, Tamaki feels a little nervous. She hasn’t really packed much, all she has around her hip is a satchel with water and a few snacks. The further they go, the more she wonders where he could possibly be taking her. Again, she’s not a shinobi. She thinks she can rough it just fine, but she’s not nearly as experienced as someone like Kiba out in the wilderness, and she’s sure he’s strapped to the gills with weapons and rations, as any shinobi should. She is not.

“Kiba?” she interrupts something he was saying about the proper diet of a nin dog, “we’re getting pretty far from the village…I’m not prepared for some sort of overnight trip.”

“It’s just up ahead.” He casts a lazy finger towards what looks like a plain old mountain side. “Don’t worry, nothin’ overnight. I got everything we need for the day on me.”

“The mountain? I’m not the best climber…”

He snickers at her, and it just further confuses her. As they get within meters of it, he jogs up ahead of her. She watches curiously as he rubs his palms together before setting them on a boulder that matches him in height. Her head leans back in surprise as he begins rolling it away, revealing a large hole in the middle. Another thing she has to remind herself of is just how strong he is. The size of that boulder must’ve easily been ten times his weight.

She’s surprised that it’s not dark in there like she might have expected it be, like a cave in the mountain side. Sunlight beams through as the boulder comes to a halt, making enough room for a person to pass through. It shines outwards, casting a gleaming sheen on the greenery that surrounds the mountain. He holds out his hand for her and she swallows thickly.

Hesitantly, she steps forward and accepts the hand, letting him lead her in. She has to trust him at this point. Her heart beats a little faster, wondering what this grand surprise could be.

And it’s a sight that she realizes was worth the journey for.

A large swath of land, illuminated in the rising sun from a hole atop of the mountain. A sparkling lake in the middle of it, shimmering with the rays from the sunshine. Blooming foliage surrounds it, settled atop lush green grass. Scattered butterflies floating around, landing on select flowers. She even sees an adorable bunny skitter by. The perimeter of the circular area was cast in shadows, but the lake right in the middle was brightly lit and inviting.

“Kiba…” she breathed out, eyes wide like saucers as she takes in the beautiful scene.

“Only taken Akamaru here.” She looks up to see him rubbing the bridge of his nose, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. She likes it when he blushes, it makes his tanned, marked face look even more colorful, contrasting those gleaming white fangs.

“No one else?” she asks, stepping forward into the sunlight. She closes her eyes as she tips her face upwards towards it.

He approaches from behind. “Nope.”

“Not even…” She lets a pause sit for a moment before continuing, “your teammates?”

“Like I said,” he chuckles, settling next to her with his hands shoved in his pockets, “just Akamaru. And now you.”

Her heart swells a little with those words. She sighs, deeply, contentedly as she opens her eyes back up to the beautiful scenery. “It’s…breath taking.”

She hums softly, already knowing what was coming next. “Like you.” He’s predictable in a good way.

She lets a giggle escape her at that, looking back up at him. The way the sun reflects off his skin is heavenly, she thinks. He’s always looked best bathing in the rays. It was like he absorbed energy from the sun itself, like some sort of plant photosynthesizing. She said that to him once, and he called her corny, but it really felt like it sometimes. She felt his hand slide into hers and begin tugging her towards the lake.

“K-Kiba, you know I don’t really like water,” she tries to protest, hesitant as he leads her to the lake.

“It’s warm,” he points out, as if that’ll make a difference. She chews her lip as he kicks off his sandals. When she doesn’t follow suit, he laughs and drops to his knees, reaching for hers. She tries to nudge him off, but he’s stronger and she’s not really putting up a fight. “Just your feet, huh? You’re already in shorts—which look pretty sexy, by the way.”

“Ah—” She feels heat in her cheeks and knows she can’t resist him. She relents, letting him slide off one sandal, then the other, and she admires the care he takes with her belongings versus his own, carefully setting them aside next to each other neatly. He gets back up and continues tugging her to the water, until their feet are barely submerged. He guides her to sit, and she finds herself tucked away in his arm.

“Told you it was worth it,” he whispers, pulling her in close, and she willingly molds her body into his.

“How did you find this place?” she asks, genuinely curious. It looks untouched by any human, which if Kiba and Akamaru are the only ones who know about it, would make sense. Kiba’s a big believer in leaving nothing but footprints out in nature, and she admires that about him. It’s a philosophy she’s always held, too.

“Training with Akamaru out here. We were hunting for dinner and he caught a whiff of a rabbit in here, wouldn’t stop nudging that boulder, so I finally gave in just to shut him up. Turns out, there was this.”

Tamaki smiles. “That’s a fun story.”

“Yep.” Kiba looks down at her with a lopsided grin, one that she’s thought was cute since he first offered it to her. “And now you’re the only other person who knows about it.”

She stopped to really sit with those words. He was really making an effort to make her feel special, and feel special she did. Honestly, she was relieved, too. When she was first grappling with that stroke of jealousy and battered confidence, she was afraid to let him know about it. She thought maybe he’d be like all the other guys in her past: call her crazy, tell her she’s overreacting, make her feel insignificant and small. She’d never had much luck in the romance department before, she thought maybe it was just her who was the bad egg.

But he was really trying. He didn’t make her feel stupid for how she felt, just simply proved to her that he did in fact only have eyes for her, for now at least. She hoped it would stay that way, because no one had made her heart jump quite like he had.

Still, her instinct was to apologize, so she did. “I’m sorry for doubting you…”

“Stop, Tamaki.” She tilted her head at his interruption. He shook his head. “’m sorry you felt like that. I don’t ever want you to feel like that. You really are special to me, Tamaki.”

She feels the butterflies in her stomach go into a frenzy, words lost on her. So she resorts to snark to cover her fumble. “Who knew you were so cheesy?”

He laughs, and it makes her smile grow. His laugh is clear and bright and she loves to hear it. “Some thanks would be nice!”

She bites back another snarky retort, instead nods. “Thank you, really. You didn’t have to reveal your secret hideout to me just to make me feel better.”

“I didn’t do it just to make you feel better.” He shrugs, pulling himself to his feet. She casts her gaze up at him curiously. “I was thinking of bringing you soon, anyway. Opportunity presented itself, and you know me. I’m a man of action.” She giggles and nods in agreement. He really was. When they first met, he was flustered by her, that much was clear, but he was on her doorstep within a week with hastily collected flowers and a request for a date. It was the most straightforward she’d ever had a man approach her. He continued, “now it’s our secret hideout.”

Those words bring a blush to her cheeks, and she can’t even pretend to dislike it. “Our secret hideout…” She brings a hand up to her cheek, watching as he peels his shirt off. She already knows he’s planning to get into the water, because again, that’s just the kind of man he is. Spontaneous, living in the moment. It’s something she hadn’t realized she needed in the monotony of her day to day. As his shirt flies to the ground, she can’t help but rest her eyes on that muscled torso, the deep v cutting into the waistline of his shorts. She sighs dreamily at the sight. That was also something she hadn’t realized she needed. She never thought herself one to be shallow, but his physique certainly didn’t hurt…

“I like it that way, anyway.” He tears her from her daydreams as he crouches in front of her, hand finding the side of her face. She leans into the touch, enjoying the way his hand size covers her cheek fully and the way the calloused pad of his thumb feels rubbing against her cheekbone. He leans in to take her for a kiss, and she sighs into it, now fully assured that he was indeed telling her the whole truth. When he pulls away, she instinctively reaches back out, ignoring his teasing chuckle as he relents to a longer kiss.

Finally, she lets him go and enjoy the water. As he stands to his full height, he winks down at her and she rolls her eyes, still with a smile. She shoos him away with her hand, giggling, “go ahead.”

She wiggles her toes in the water as he backs away from her. His gaze lingers on her and she feels hot under it, that cocky smirk that never seems to leave his lips. He outstretches his arms as he becomes knee deep in  the water. “Now sit back and relax, little lady, and enjoy seeing this body you’ve only ever dreamt about until now!”

She thinks his charm is foolish for her to buy into, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[narutobad]

holds hands out

what author writes the good naruto smut

no horniness on main.

y'all are killing me here 😭😭😭 i'm just gonna go ahead and rec some of my fave smut fics/authors ig

theformerone is like, up there for me. their dom!sakura fics are so incredibly well written, there's sakura/hinata, sakura/karin and my dearly beloved dom!sakura/sub!sasuke fics, which i think about on a daily basis.

more dom!sakura: sakura/hinata; sakura/karin; sakura/naruto/sasuke (this one is 🔥), sakura/sasuke,

this incredibly sweet inosai fic with soft dom ino 🥺

sakura/naruto/sasuke: voyeurism, more voyeurism, this one is a 61k getting together fic, the smut is pretty great

sasuke/sakura: i read a LOT of ss fic, this list could be miles long so i'm just gonna rec authors who i think write the best smut. psalloacapella, soulaire, beyondthescenes, southsidestory, reviee, silentvoicescryingout, deeppoeticgirl, illCat, pain_somnia

DISCLAIMER: i’m just endorsing the fics i’m linking okay, a lot of these authors have written for a variety of fandom and kinks......

[getyouasenju]

Dearly Beloved

We gather here..

Warnings: Profanity, Angst

Word Count: 3k

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I smiled at myself in the mirror. wow. I looked gorgeous, I had to admit it. I wasn't the most confident woman in the world, but even I had to give myself props. Ino was a truly miracle maker with that makeup brush of hers. I calmly brush my fingers across my face as I admired the woman standing before me. Running my hands down my sides, I feel the lace and beading of my beautiful white dress. It was perfect, I was perfect- not a hair out of place. The dress, the hair and the makeup were to die for. Reaching out, I grabbed the beautiful earrings to complete my look. Glancing at the clock on the wall in front of me, I start to worry. When would Ino be back with my bouquet? As if my mind were being read, the door clicked out. I smiled widely to myself in the mirror. I knew she would come through! "How do I look?" I start to speak as I turn around to greet my maid of honor, and my breath caught in my throat.

"You look stunning."

I backed up and placed my hand on the wall for support. This was not ino. I furrowed my brow and looked at the man standing before me. "W-what are you doing in here!" I half shouted at the man, "You shouldn't be here." I finish. My eyes run over his body, analyzing him. He was dressed up, grey turtleneck, black suit, a handkerchief neatly folded within, and his regular pony tail. He almost looked ready for the wedding. Except for the fact that he wasn't invited. We stood in silence for a moment before he fully stepped in and closed the door.

Now I was pissed. "Hey! You open that door right now Shikamaru Nara!" I shriek at him, but he still stays silent as he looks over my body. I was getting frustrated as the time went by, what the hell did he want? Pushing off the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest and sneered at him. "How did you even get in here?" He shrugs his shoulders and gave me a short reply, "Doesn't take a genius to figure out." I scoffed at the cocky man. How could he be making comments like that in a this like this? In a place like this?

"Well, what do you want? I have somewhere to be- obviously." I tried keeping my resolve even though my entire body was humming with anxiety from his presence. He sighed, wiping his hands down his handsome face. "I can't let you do this." he finally pushes out. So that's what this is about. I laugh at him, he has officially lost his god damn mind.

"Let me? You can't let me do this, huh?" I shake my head, insulted that he would even think he could make any kind of demand to me. Maybe once upon a time, long, long ago- but not now. "and why is that Shikamaru? Because you love me so much right?" I finish. If he thought he could just waltz in here on my wedding day like this... and where was ino with my flowers god damn it! "If you're done making an ass out of both of us, then I think it's time for your grand exit. If you leave right now, I'll forget you ever showed your face here." I try to bargain with the pony tailed man, waving my hand in his face as I turned back to the mirror and primping myself.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and he took a couple of steps towards me, but I held up my hand in the mirror. "That's close enough, Nara." I commanded. "J-just what are you trying to pull here!" I nervously let out, keeping my head down and my expression out of his view. Taking his hands out his pockets, he quickly stepped forward ignoring my warning and placed his hands on my waist. Oh absolutely not!

With a quick spin I smack his hands off of me “Keep your hands to yourself!” I growl out, balling my fist up and shaking it in his face. Jamming my finger into his chest I straighten up and look him in the eyes, “You had your chance. You made it clear that you and I want different things ....or maybe you just didn’t want them with me.” I whispered that last part. What ever his situation was, I didn’t want to hear it at the moment. I just wanted to walk down the aisle, say my vows, eat my wedding cake and go on a much needed vacation. What I didn’t need was a wedding crasher.

He looked stunned. “So that’s what you think? That I don’t love you? That I don’t want to be with you? Look at me (Y/N), I’m here! Isn’t that enough?” I look up to him confused at his outburst.  I scoffed again “Okay, so what now? Are you going to marry me yourself now Shikamaru?- Oh wait!” I suck in a gust of air, placing my finger on my chin as I fake being in deep thought, “You don’t want to marry me! There, case closed, are you ready to leave my presence yet?” I was becoming impatient, we’ve already had this conversation before and I wasn’t about to repeat it.

Closing his eyes and letting his shoulders drop slightly, he opens his mouth to respond “There’s more to life than marriage, (Y/N).” My eyes widened as I paused. Suddenly I let out a loud bitter laugh as I stepped closer to him. “More to life than...” I couldn’t contain myself, next thing I knew- I was beating my hands on his chest yelling at him. How could he make comments to me like that? “How dare you! How fucking dare you say that to me!” I shout in between my assault. “You were with Temari a year! one single fucking year before you proposed to her! I gave you three years of my life and got nothing!” I screamed. 

Glaring at me Shikamaru snatches my hands in his own. “Yeah, and look were that proposal got us? Do you see her anywhere?” he hissed out at me. Snatching my hands back sneering at him I bark out a reply. “Why must I pay the price for her fucking mistakes! You’re a fucking genius yet you can’t separate her and I.” Leaning forward and pointing my finger in his face once again I continued. “Now where have your actions gotten you, huh? You’re crashing your ex girlfriend’s wedding when It should be you waiting at that altar for me!” Wait, that’s not what I meant to say! “Oh yeah? and you think you’ve got it all figured out, right? You can’t separate love from marriage!” He challenges back at me. Oh you little.. “If you loved me, you would marry me Shikamaru, It’s not that hard.” He was the one sneering at me this time around. “And when you pull your head out of your ass, you’d realize a title doesn’t mean shit.” he hisses out at me. “Yeah, well it means a lot to me..” I quietly reply. My chest was heaving at this point. Who the hell does he think he was? “More than what we have?” He asked me. “Had” I corrected him sighing.

“Temari and I were fine before I proposed, everything was perfect and that stupid fucking proposal ruined everything! I don’t want that to happen to us- It complicates everything!” I was baffled that he was still mentioning her to me. “Oh because everything is so peachy between us right now? I’m standing in a fucking wedding dress aisle ready- for another man!” I screech out. He groans loudly “Yeah because you’re so blinded by your want to be connected with your parents that you’re too blind to see we already have what they did and we don’t need to get married to prove it!” He was breathing hard by this point.

“Am I not good enough to be your wife? Is that what you came here to do? Rub it in my face that I’ll never be enough for you Shikamaru?” He steps extremely close to my face “That’s the entire point. I’m trying to tell you that being together is enough, you’re enough for me. Always have been, always will be.” It felt like my heart was touching the back of my chest. “But it’s not enough for me Shikamaru.”

Our heads snapped to the door as it popped open. “I got the flowers (Y/N)! Aren’t they just beau-” Ino stops mid sentence as her eyes land on the scene before her. The two ex lovers standing awfully too close. “Oh.. Shikamaru, what are you doing here?” Taking in his dressed up appearance she continues, “Have you come to attend the ceremony?” She asked him genuinely confused. I snorted wiping my nose. I hadn’t noticed I’d been crying until now. My makeup! leave it to him to ruin things! Ino takes notice of my ruined face and quickly placed the flowers down. “Shikamaru, I think you should go find a seat now. I need to fix her makeup. Shoo!” She dismisses him as she moves to fix my ruined face. He hesitates, looking at my face while I avoid his gaze before he slowly makes his escape.

Sitting down, Ino gets to work on me. The once light and joyful mood was now dark and gloomy. Ino steps back and stares at my face. “Is it that bad?” I joke with her. She shakes her head and I was puzzled, what? “He loves you a lot, ya know.” I deadpanned “Well I sure hope he does cause the wedding is in like forty minutes.” Ino sighs and puts the makeup brush down, gently grabbing my hand. “Not him, but I think you know this.” I grimaced “Not you too. I just can’t catch a break today, geez.” Rolling my eyes I pulled my hand back gently.

“He’s just.. I think he’s just scared.” She continues. “Ino... you know how much marriage means to me. He knows that too.” I sigh and wrap my arms around myself. It was true, marriage meant so much to me. My parents were married for twenty one years before they died in the war. I wanted what they had so bad. I promised myself I would have that. “I know, I know. You want a love like them, something strong, But let me ask you. You might get the marriage you want today, but will you get the love you deserve tomorrow?” My heart sank. Omoi was a nice man, I met him through Chōji when he and Karui started dating, they were siblings. He was strong he treated me well, he was respectful and he wanted to marry me. It seemed like a dream.

“He was so distraught when Temari broke the engagement, but then he fell for you. I was so sure you two would make it.” I looked up form my hands to the blonde as she spoke. “I know he doesn’t do things by the book, he was never one to pay attention in school.” We both giggle at her remark. “But I know he loves you more than anything in the entire world. Omoi is great- don’t get me wrong, but If you’re just marrying him because he wants to marry you, then I don’t think you two would be anything like your parents, (Y/N).” I was confused and a little upset at her comment, I went to speak but she went on.

“Your parents married for love, true love. Not saying you don’t love Omoi, but not the way you love Shikamaru.” She was right, I was still in love with the idiot. He words resonated with me.. I wanted what my parents had- love. They had a genuine love for each other, I don’t think a marriage defined that. I was basing my happiness off of title, not the work that goes into it. My face started to heat up as I stared back at ino, realization coming to my mind. I wanted to be with Shikamaru, ring or not, but I was terrified. My anxiety started to creep into my chest, everyone was waiting for me to walk down the aisle and I couldn’t. And I had already sent Shikamaru away.

The door opened again revealing my other three bridesmaids, Hinata, Sakura and Tenten. Turning my head to look at them, one glance and they already knew. “She isn’t doing it is she?” Sakura asked with an... excited tone? “Well, good cause this dress is killing me!” Tenten says with a smile. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Hinata asked with concern, but I could see her grinning. I go to answer when Sakura yells out, “Pay up Ino!” What the-. “No fair! I was sure she’d figure it out by last week! You only won because you two days were closer!” Looking back and forth between the two I spoke up “You two bet on my marriage?” I face palmed as they laughed nervously. “Who else was in on this!” I asked loudly. Sakura spoke up counting on her fingers “Well you see, there was me, Ino, Tenten, Naruto, Kiba, Shino, Sai-” I held my hand up, “Yep, that’s enough information for me.” Hinata speaks up “Sorry (Y/N), we just knew you two would end up together!”

Ino grabs my shoulder smiling widely, “Don’t sweat it girl! We got the wedding covered!” The others chiming in with their sounds of agreement. I facepalmed once again. Oh I’m sure they did...

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I nervously fidgeted with my fingers as I waited at the door. The white dress was long gone and was replaced with my usual favorite hoodie. I sigh as I go to tap my knuckles on the door once again when it suddenly opened revealing the disheveled man.

“Hi” I nervously breath out. He looked at me confusion, quickly glancing down at the watch on his wrist. “Shouldn’t you be saying your vowels right now?” He slowly asks me. Okay, I guess it was my turn to be the one intruding, but my words were failing me as we just sat there staring at each other. Breaking eye contact and looking down, I sighed. “I couldn’t do it.”

I got no response from him, I deserved it I guess. Maybe I should just give it up and go home. Laying face down in my bed for a year in shame seemed just about right at the moment. I hear foot steps and look up to see that he’s stepped aside to let me in. I hesitantly step inside the house, It looked almost identical to what it was a year and a half ago. Hearing the click of the door I turned to look at him. I was nervous.

“Why didn’t you marry him (Y/N). Isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted?” He asks me while leaning against the door. I pondered his question for a minute before responding. “I wanted what my parents had.” He shakes his head at me, crossing his arms and taking a rather defensive stance. “Yeah, I get it. You want marriage and my love isn’t enough for you. I got an ear full of your troublesome speech today.” He snaps at me. I cautiously took a step near him, testing the waters.

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” I made eye contact with him. “I grew up hearing my mother and my father address each other as husband and wife... watching how in love they were.” I shrugged my shoulders. “When they died I wanted to keep their love going, I felt like a strong marriage would be the way to honor them, to honor what they wanted for me, what they represented.” I let out a breath. “Back there I told you that you couldn’t separate Temari and I- How I shouldn’t have to pay the price for her actions.” I shook my head at myself. “....When I’m the one who couldn’t make the separation between my parents and us.” He looked surprised.

“Shikamaru, you were right. The marriage- the title, didn’t make them into the couple I idolized. It was the love for each other that made them so strong, that made them bring me into the world.” I step even closer to him as I continue. “I don’t want a marriage if I can’t have what we had, it’s more than enough for me.” He was quiet.

“Have” he replies soon. What? I was confused what does that even mean. “Shikamaru, I don’t underst-” He swiftly cuts me off. “Have, you said what we had. We still have it.” My eyes widened as he closed the gap and embraced me, wrapping his arms around me, and dropping his lips to mine. Pulling back he grabs my chin with one hand and wipes my eyes with the other. There I go crying again. “This whole day has been a drag. I thought you were going to be a married to another man by the end of it, how troublesome.” He groans at me, but I was too starstruck to care, I had my love back.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He sighed burying his face into my neck. “Well I did walk out of a wedding for you so...” I could feel his low laugh in my neck. snuggling into him I smiled brightly. Pulling back and looking up at him I grinned. “But I can’t let you take the blame for all of this.” I was taken back by his sudden outburst. “(Y/N), I want to marry you.” I was shocked, we went through all of this for him to want to marry me now? “What do you mean?” The words slip quietly out of my mouth.

“I can’t let what happened between Temari and I control my relationship with you. Maybe It didn’t work out with her because I was always meant to be with you.” He says confidently. I was overwhelmed... He wanted to marry me. “Are you just saying this because you’re afraid of losing me? I already told you I’m here for good.” I hesitantly replied. Stroking my face he leans closers to me “Am I sure I want the girl I love to share my name? For sure. I want everyone to know you’re a Nara. I want our family to have the same name.” I could feel the blood rushing to my face and he chuckled at my expression. “H-hey! Don’t think you’re getting off the hook so easily!” I say as I wave my finger in his face. He was puzzled as he furrowed his brows at me, “huh?”

“If we’re gonna do this.. then you still owe me a real proposal, Idiot!”

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Damn I might as well be a Shikamaru account to be honest. Gonna have to start rolling out the tobirama fics soon!

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Until Next Time! xxo (▰∀◕)ﾉ

[another-dra-anew]

Chapter 1 Spoilers (Under Cut)

So! With our execution, we obviously got to see the culprits final words/final moments alive, but we never got to hear again from our dearly beloved [REDACTED] and I figured it may be a nice treat to see them again, for one last post!

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Kurokawa - …

Kurokawa - ...Nngh...

Kurokawa – Ugh, my head... f-fuck, my back too...

//Kurokawa props herself up on her elbows, just to hiss in pain- she upset the rug burn on her elbows. She looks around, trying to see where she is as her eyes adjust.

Location: Entry Hall Time: 9:59

//Inori stands by the door, messing with the doorknob, trying to unlock it with her drill- or at least, she was, before Kurokawa spoke and caught her attention.

Kurokawa - …

Kurokawa – Inori? What are you doing…?

Inori - …

Kurokawa - Were you like, the one who… attacked… me?

Kurokawa - ………Ino…ri?

..........

Inori stops, staring at Kurokawa, watching the dazed confusion morph into panicked fear, while Inori uncurls her fingers around the drill, before gripping it once more, Kurokawas eyes are drawn to the motion, watching as Inori swings her hand; after a moment, she reaches into her hoodie pocket, grabbing a cloth and cleaning the drill of its blood. As the rag is discarded, Kurokawa realizes that not a single drop of her blood has been spilt… she’s not the sole victim, but she is alone in the room, with a killer. With her killer.

She thinks she may be sick.

Judging the expression on her face, Kurokawa decides Inori must feel the same, but nausea and rug burn and concern for her classmate doesn’t stop Kurokawa from wanting to run. She presses her palms to the ground, pushes back with her heels to try and get some distance between herself and Inori. Maybe this time, she’ll be able to turn and run; she’s more  grounded, aware of what’s happening, even if she doesn’t know why. The gap between the two is steadily closing, Inori moving at twice the pace of Kurokawa, but even still there’s more of an advantage for the exorcist than there was for the first time.

Kurokawa can’t fight against Inori while the surgeon still holds what she must’ve used to injure Kurokawa in the first place, but she knows how to run, and she knows how to scream (only one skill coming from her talent) and all she needs to do is reach her dorm. She knows she can do it… but she knows that Inori seems scared too; the panic is evident, shown in the shake of her hands and the tremble in her breath. Though she doesn’t know it, it was Kurokawas concern for others that got her in this situation, and that combined with her belief she can comfort and help the surgeon will keep her in the hell room.

If her reasoning skills were better, she’d know not to lay her trust in them.

“Inori, you’re a good person-“

“No, I’m not, you never thought that; you’re afraid of me.”

The twisted sneer painted on her face is a mask for something else; yet as Inori moves closer, all Kurokawa receives is further clarity on what Inori’s projecting, not any form of the truth.

“T-that’s not- you don’t want to do this, everything will be okay, just please help fix thi-“

“What else can I do now? I’ve attacked and hurt people, you think I’ll be welcomed with anything but what I deserve?!”

“…What?”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter now- besides, your fate has been sealed for longer than I think you know.”

“Inori, Inori,”

The tears have started to flow, built up just to fall from eyes wide with worry. But as her breath hitches and stops, Inori seems to still; so Kurokawa continues to try and comfort the shaken girl, hoping she’s getting through to her.

“Please, please, whatever I did we can work this out,  i-if it’s your video, I’m sure it’s all oka-“

“Shut up about the video!”

Inoris hand plunges forward, forcing the drill to break skin, and driving it down, down, on a straight shot track to Kurokawas lung.

Kurokawas breath catches. She freezes, the only motion in the room coming from Inori’s shaking hands, until gravity takes over; her form begins to drop, and as she slides, the drill is pulled out. She’ll die quicker, loose blood faster, and as she moves on instinct, wrapping arms around Kurokawa and throwing her face to the girls’ chest as it starts slowing to a stop, Inori almost wonders if it’d hurt either one of them less to have left it in.

But while Kurokawas blood seeps out of her unconscious form, the anger once more creeps into Inori’s head. All she was doing was what she had to in order to survive. So, she turns away, only sparing one last glance to Kurokawa at the end, ensuring that the girl is no longer moving- with the lack of motion from the girls ruined lungs, you can’t blame Inori for thinking Kurokawa was gone forever.

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      Kurokawa - ...

Kurokawa - ...Gaah... Inori really packs a... would it be a swing?

Kurokawa – Ha ha… haaaa…

Kurokawa – That’s really not too funny, but the little distraction was nice…

Kurokawa – Um…

Kurokawa – I think the pain is starting to go away now?

Kurokawa – Hurts if like, I touch where she got me, but other than that I think I’m fine.

Kurokawa - …Is this the afterlife?

Kurokawa – I think I’m pretty okay with death as a concept, being an exorcist and all, but I assumed it’d be more of a “roaming around” sort of thing, cause like, how else would people get possessed?

Kurokawa - …

Kurokawa – Hold on a fucking moment, did Inori actually murder me?

Kurokawa – Miss girl, what did I do to you?!

Kurokawa – Jeez… guess I’ll find out eventually…

Kurokawa - …What to do until then…

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{Q&A – Kurokawa available for 15 asks}