#and their jutsus pls!

[justsomeoneunordinary]

ok wait now i'm imagining that tobirama only invented edo tensei to prove a point against hashirama

so hashi goes around trying to butter up his clan for peace with the uchiha and tells them how there's no point in fighting for the dead, how the dead surely wouldn't want them all to lose their lives so early either for a war none if them even know how it started

and tobirama is like, hey let me check that real quick. and casually invents the edo tensei to bring back butsuma to ask him what he thinks of peace with the uchiha. naturally, butsuma fumes out of all his pores in anger, because peace with the bloody uchiha?! how very DARE-

hashirama is wholly unimpressed and grounds tobirama for a month. "you can't actually ground me, anija, you're not my father and i am an adult." - "two months it is!" - "... aw fuck"

and then hashirama takes the jutsu away from him and tobirama never quite forgives hashirama for that

[kishimotomasashi]

Can they make Izuna a playable character

[ikeberry]

ace uses talk no jutsu on yamato:

it's super effective!

[dutybcrne]

Bouncing back real quick to say I rlly want the Pyro Archon to be a full on irredeemable enemy

[oh-no-its-bird]

Normal 'Izuna survives' au but he gets isekaid into canon founders era and doesn't notice for a week (everyone is convinced he's a ghost)

He literally lives in the same house as Madara but Madara acts like this is normal bc hes been hallucinating so this is clearly just another hallucination

He only realizes smthn is wrong with Tobirama sees him and immediatley goes "what the FUCK" and suddenly everyone is going "oh god you can see him too????"

Izuna is on a quest to convince people he's not a hallucination (it's a losing battle)

Realistically tho, in that era, wouldn't it be more believable that Izuna is a ghost / somehow came back to life than fucking dimension travel?

Cearly the ghost of Izuna just doesn't realize hes died (common enough in ghost lore)

Tobirama is the only one who believes Izuna bc he has the brain cells to think ab dimension travel / time and space jutsu

POV Madara starts to convince Izuna he's actually a ghost. Maybe... he did die? And he just doesn't remember?? Oh god is he a ghost??? Is he dead????

Tobirama is standing by watching this shit happen with a look of disgust on his face (I'm sorry Tobi the stupidity is genetic)

Madara really said gaslight gatekeep girlboss, starting with yourself first

@beatriceportinari :

hashirama is trying to be compassionate and get him to move on and izuna just. stays there (bc he's not a ghost)

hsrm so desolate abt it

tbrm he won't move on 😦 what if he's stuck forever 😦

SORRY IM JUST PICTURING LIKE HASHIRAMA AND MADARA DOING A FULL EXORCISM LIKE OUTFITS AND SAGE BURNING AND HITTING THE DRUMS AND ALL AS IZUNA STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM LIKE 🧍‍♂️

Tobirama is standing nearby watching this shit happen fully aware Izuna isn't dead but no one will listen to him so !!! Might as well watch the show

@fashionredalert :

Izuna standing there like

Tweak it slightly to turn it into a happy ending where they get to keep him bc he eventually has to go back home: there was no dimension travel, for some reason he survived or was revived (zetsu interference gone wrong?? Or right ig, for Izuna)

IT LOOKS LIKE HES WAITING PATIENTLY FOR IT TO WORK PLS

@mengfm :

He fr came back to life/survived but everyone's convinced he's a ghost and are trying to lay him back to rest

The idea of people trying to re bury him is so funny. Left and right he’s trying to avoid having funeral rights just said to him

@beatriceportinari :

PLS YESS

montage where they make him lay down in a coffin and he's just laying there fidgeting like "this feels weird is it working yet"

noooo asdfghjh he's letting them do it'

maybe i should be dead yeah' izuna!!!

@mengfm :

"No I saw you die"

"Ok convincing argument I guess" -Izuna, apparently

@fashionredalert :

I know there’s that trope about the Uchiha burning the bodies with funeral rites could you image…Bro having to run away from Madara trying to burn him alive to lay him to rest again

@mengfm :

IZUNA GET ON THE FUNERAL PYRE

ITS TIME TO BURN!!!

@fashionredalert :

Izuna running through the village with rope ties around his hands as he runs

ZUNA STOP SCREAMING AND LET THE FIRE DO ITS JOB

"IZUNA COME BACK!!"

THEY TRY TO DO IT BUT IZUNA GETS TWITCHY AS THE FLAMES DRAW CLOSER THEN JUMPS OFF THE PIRE

"NO I CHANGED MY MIND"

"THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD"

Madara is chasing Izuna through the streets with a lit torch as Izuna screams about wanting to try a different way and Madara screams about how it'll work if he just STAYS STILL

@instant-bull :

(Hashirama looks out his window and asks Tobirama if he just saw Izuna running through the streets and Tobirama tells him to stop making shit up to get out of work)

@mengfm :

JSDNJNFSDJNSDFKSNDJF HASHIRAMA THIS WON'T SAVE YOU FROM THE PAPERWORK

That’s just a lack of sleep hallucination back to work!!!

@instant-bull :

Madara trying to burn his brother alive isn’t real!

"You'll get used to them" Tobirama waved his hand, the years of insomnia experience making him sound particularly knowledgable

@mengfm

Hashirama’s already moukoton scrambled brain is going to feel even more insane. This is not helping his sanity

@instant-bull

Hashirama starts to believe he sees into some alternate timeline or the past or whatever that shit was

HASHIRAMA ON HIS OWN INSANITY KICK BELIEVING HE CAN SEE INTO ALTERNATE TIMELINES

The ending is literally just Tobirama hitting everyone over the head with a rolled up newspaper and yelling that they're all stupid, going "HES alive. YOURE not hallucinating. and YOU can not see into other dimensions!"

Only sane person in Konoha

(Then in the epilogue he goes home and has his own regular hallucinations of his dead brothers)

Parts of todays AU are brought to u with the help of @instant-bull @mengfm @fashionredalert and @beatriceportinari, everyone say thank you to them

[driftingdryad]

Omg Bestie! I know I wanted to wait a bit with new request but hear me out!

Shikamaru or Shikaku teasing his girlfriend / partner with the Shadow technique 🥵🫣 Please! 🤭

Ask and you shall receive babes! xox

Listen I'm no jutsu expert and the Naras probs can't use the Shadow Sewing Technique to do all this filth, buuuuut for the sake of the spice let's pretend they can m'kay? lol

Also this is like the third time I've ever written anything smutty so pls be gentle! Thank yooou 🫶

((P.S. just so it's stated in multiple places, Shikamaru is in his mid 20s here!))

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Word count: 2.2k

18+, Mid 20s Shikamaru, Clan Head Shikamaru, established relationship, consensual objectification, D/s dynamics, bondage, a little bit of pain play, mild overstim, inappropriate use of shadows lol

You waited in anticipation as you knelt upon the ornately embroidered cushions in the corner of Shikamaru's private office. ‘Be still,’ you reminded yourself, only moving your eyes as you cast a glance around the room in hopes of finding something to take your mind off of the heat rising between your thighs.

Shikamaru's private office was spacious, but minimalist in its aesthetic. The walls were lined with shelves housing a plethora of books, scrolls, and clan documents. When the titles of books on strategy and history didn't hold your interest, you wished Shika would let you fill the small gaps on his shelves with knick knacks. Then you'd at least have something to focus on and keep you still ‘like a good doll.’

You subtly clenched your thighs as your mind drifted back to your current situation. No, knick knacks probably wouldn't help you, and they weren't his style anyway. His office was the embodiment of function over form. Sure there were a few personal touches here and there, the large antique desk Shika had inherited from his father; a single picture of Team 10 in their genin years sitting on the windowsill overlooking the private garden; the well loved shogi set that sat mid-play on a low table on the opposite side of the room from you. There was no decor, though. Shikamaru didn't find such trivial things necessary to the overall function of his space. Plus, what man needed decorations when they had a gorgeous little thing like you — naked with your pretty little pussy weeping onto the luxurious pillows you knelt on — to liven up his space instead?

You were never usually one for sitting still long; something that Shikamaru endlessly grumbled about, though with adoration in his eyes; but something about being the only piece of true decoration in his office made you feel all floaty, and you wanted nothing more than to please him. Who knew being objectified by the man you love could feel so good?

You knew how much of a drag all his tedious paperwork was, and it made your heart soar to know that you made it more bearable for him. The wonderful feelings that came from Shikamaru directing you to kneel in your designated display space in his office was enough to keep you still, blissed out on the idea of being nothing more than an object, a porcelain doll, for him to devour with his eyes between reports.

Well… it kept you still for the first couple of hours. After that, the anticipation of what would come next — after all the paperwork was neatly filed away and Shikamaru finally relaxed into his high back chair and graced you with his full attention — had you starting to lose composure. He'd never made you wait for longer than two hours before. Today, it was nearing the four hour mark, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it. You wanted to please him, gods you wanted to please him so badly, but your calves had long ago gone numb and you were certain that if you weren't touched soon you might start humping the pillow beneath you like a feral dog.

You shifted slightly hoping to ease some of the pressure on your calves, but only really succeeded in accidently squeezing your sensitive pussy between your plush thighs. The subtle pressure almost made you moan, but you didn't want to draw Shikamaru's attention to your rule breaking. Dolls weren't allowed to move, nevermind pleasure themselves, even if it was an accident.

A deep sigh had your eyes locked on Shikamaru in an instant. He met your gaze with half-lidded chocolate brown eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. Apparently, you hadn't been as subtle as you thought.

“Getting needy, are you?” Shika drawled, his voice low and calm as he inspected you. “Troublesome woman.”

His heavy gaze trailed your form slowly, taking in every detail from your quivering thighs, to your pink nipples that pebbled under his stare, then up to your large pleading eyes.

Troublesome woman indeed. You so badly wanted to tell him that yes, you were so incredibly needy for him, and that if he'd just please give you the release command you would crawl across his office on numb legs to the space beneath his desk that you loved so much and keep his cock warm in your throat until he was done work please, please, please!

But he didn't give you the command, and so you remained in place, unable to move or speak. A soft, pathetic whimper bubbled up your throat instead, a noise you were able to make on technicality alone.

A lazy grin lifted the corner of Shikamaru's lips. “I've kept you waiting a long time, haven't I, baby? You've done so good for me, though.”

His praise lit you up inside, warmth spreading through your system and lifting you higher into that fuzzy, floaty place. Shikamaru must have seen it on your face because his grin widened and something calculating flashed in his eyes.

“I still have two more reports and some scrolls to sign off on...”

Your heart dropped, and you're sure that your desperation was showing in your eyes. You wanted to whine in displeasure this time but held it back. You wanted to keep being a good doll for him, to make Shika proud of you. Whiney girls did neither of those things. You could tell he was waiting for it, though, giving you a moment to process. When you didn't make a fuss, he nodded, pleased.

“How about a little warm-up while I finish up? You'd like that, wouldn't you, pretty girl?” His gaze smoldered and trapped you within their depths.

Your eyes widened. Had Shikamaru read your mind? Your tongue flicked out and wet your lips unconsciously. Oh, how you loved having him buried in your throat. Your body tensed, waiting for the release command so you could throw yourself across the room at his feet. You could feel a rush of slick dribble down your inner thigh at the dirty images flashing through your mind.

The command never came. A single fluid hand gesture later, and Shikamaru's face fell back into his regular bored working expression as he opened the next file folder on the stack. You kneeled there, still as a statue, in utter confusion. Didn't he say…?

And then you saw it. Flowing out from beneath Shikamaru's desk were long tendrils of his shadow. You watched awe as the shadows glided across the floor towards your quivering frame. The Nara clan's secret techniques never failed to amaze you.

A jolt of excitement ran through you as the tendrils reached you, gently prodding your skin where it met the floor. You sighed softly at the familiar coolness of Shika’s shadow as the tendrils glided up along your heated skin.

Tearing your eyes away from the shadows that were exploring your body with gentle brushes, you turned your attention back to Shikamaru. You knew that while it seemed that the shadows had a mind of their own, in actuality, every move they made was at his behest. You'd never be able to tell though with the way he was diligently focused on the papers in front of him, pen scratching across the page here and there.

A small but sharp pain on your thigh drew your attention back to the tendrils. It seemed Shika wanted you to focus on yourself, not him. The sharpened tendril on your thigh dulled again before trailing over to your hand that rested palm up on your thigh. It wrapped around your wrist, tight but gentle, before forcing it behind your back. More tendrils mirrored the action with your other hand, binding them in shadows behind your back. You tugged experimentally on the binding hold — more out of curiosity than an actual want to escape — and were met with another needle like prick of warning against your skin.

You let your body relax into the hold of Shikamaru's shadow, enjoying the feeling of the many tendrils exploring your body. Some caressed gently while others pricked against your skin, only to be soothed by a softer touch. You reveled in the feeling of finally being touched after such a long wait, gasping and twitching as Shikamaru's shadows teased you. They were almost everywhere. You couldn't tell where one tendril began, and another ended. You had no clue how many there were either. All you knew was that they felt amazing teasing against your skin, and the need between your thighs was reaching a fever pitch.

Desperation bubbled up inside you as the tendrils explored; curling around your legs, whispering across your ticklish tummy, smoothing down your arms, and even softly caressing your cheeks, but not a single one strayed to the places you wanted them most. Your ass, breast and cunt were left untouched and alight with need. Sure, the feather light touches and sparks of pain already had you gasping, but you wanted more.

When finally a single shadow ghosted along the underside of one of your perky tits a whimper escaped your throat. Your hips stuttered forward against your will, raising your bottom off your calves, searching for something to grind against. A tendril that had wound its way around your hips tightened and jerked your body back to the proper position.

Shikamaru made a ‘tsk’ sound but didn't raise his head to acknowledge you. “Doll's can't move on their own. You know this,” he chastised.

He wasn't looking at you, but you lowered your gaze in apology either way. You did know that, but you couldn't help it! It didn't matter, though. Shika's shadows would help you.

The shadow tendrils tightened their grip on your wrists and spread further up your arms, binding them together from wrist to elbow. At the same time, the one around your hips extended out more tendrils to the floor, effectively anchoring you in place. The worst part, though, was the thicker tendrils that encased your folded thighs and yanked them apart with a strength that always surprised you.

Your glistening, sopping wet pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room, your clit peeking out from between your spread folds. Your most intimate parts displayed for Shikamaru. You could feel the heat of a mortified blush spreading from your chest to the tips of your ears. The embarrassment had your poor little pussy clenching down on thin air, even more aroused than you'd been seconds ago.

A shadow brushed along your inner thigh, trailing up, up, up to your spread core. Finally your pathetic pussy was going to get the attention it needed. Or not. Just before reaching the apex of your thighs the shadow shot up your body and wrapped tightly around your left breast. A keening cry left your throat at the unexpected move, so different from the slow sensual touches you'd been receiving thus far.

The shadow gripped your flesh, the tip of the tendril reaching out to flick your taut nipple. It hurt, but felt so good all at once. You arched against Shikamaru's restraining shadows and felt more of your slick dribble down your inner thighs. Another tendril climbed your body to tease your other nipple.

The tendrils enveloping your body continued to play across your skin, the mix of pleasure and pain so great that you soon began losing yourself to it, floating further away from reality with every second. You quickly lost track of time, but very briefly a clear thought crossed your mind: Your gasps and moans were probably distracting. You didn’t want to cause trouble for Shikamaru. You probably shouldn't let yourself float too far into the fuzzy space in your head. You needed to reel yourself back in, but you felt so good.

When you managed to pry your eyes open though Shikamaru was still diligently working away as if you weren't a twitching, near overstimulated mess on his office floor. His indifference fanned the flames within you and it felt like all he would need to do is send a single bored glance at your drenched cunt for you to fall over the edge. You could already imagine his teasing, ‘poor baby, so worked up and pathetic that you came without me even touching that pretty little pussy’. You mewled out a sob at your imaginary Shikamaru's words, closing your eyes again and throwing your head back, letting yourself fully fall into the overwhelming sensations swarming your body.

You didn't know how long you were bound there, spread wide and on display as Shikamaru teased you into oblivion with his shadow, but it all came crashing down around you in an instant. A single, electrifying brush of a cool shadow against your throbbing clit was all it took.

Your eyes flew open, unfocused, as a broken cry ripped from your throat. Your pussy clenched hard around nothing as your body went taut against your bonds, Shikamaru's name a worshiping chant in your head. The tendrils of shadows lost their chaotic vigor, instead caressing soft and gentle easing you through the intense orgasm.

When all that was left were the aftershocks and you managed to raise your head, you were once again met with Shikamaru's half-lidded gaze. His eyes were full of such heat and adoration that a soft, dopey smile took over your lips. He'd enjoyed the show. He'd enjoyed you.

“Such a good little doll,” Shikamaru said lowly, pushing himself away from his desk and rising. Your smile widened as he crossed the room to you.

For him? Always ♡

[arabella0001]

passion behind the mask (Kakashi Hatake x Reader OneShot Smut)

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Anime: Naruto Synopsis: Kakashi’s eyes linger, and his touch… something about him is more than just a sensei.

i'm new to writing so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

Warnings: light teasing, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, fingering, against a tree

"the hokage assigned me to train you," kakashi said, his voice low and calm, eyes hidden beneath his mask. "i hope we get along. we don’t really have a choice in the matter." he extended a hand, his fingers long and relaxed.

"hi," you smiled, a hint of nervousness lingering in your words as you took his hand. his eyes seemed to pierce through you, assessing every detail.

"so, what brings you to konoha?" he asked, the question casual but his gaze sharp. "you're not from around here, are you?"

"no, i’m not." you hesitated, but your voice grew steadier. "i came for knowledge... to push myself further as a shinobi. i’ve heard about the techniques taught here in konoha." you locked eyes with him.

kakashi raised an eyebrow, an unreadable glint in his eyes. "i see. well, you’ve come to the right place," he said, crossing his arms with an air of ease. "but, let me be clear—i’m not known for being gentle with my students."

his tone was firm, but there was something almost dangerous about it, a subtle edge that made your pulse quicken. "training with me isn’t going to be easy. you sure you’re ready for that?"

"i’m ready," you replied, your voice steady despite the tension in the air.

he nodded, the slightest flicker of approval in his eye. "good. let’s see what you’ve got." his voice lowered, becoming almost a command. "follow me to the training grounds."

you followed him, feeling the weight of his gaze as he led you. as you arrived, he turned to face you, the sun casting shadows over his features. "show me your basic jutsu. your chakra control, your speed. don’t hold back." his words were sharp, commanding.

"understood," you said, heart racing.

kakashi’s gaze never left you as you centered yourself, focusing your chakra. his eyes, always sharp, watched your every move, analyzing with a precision that made you feel exposed, yet oddly encouraged.

"not bad," he commented, his voice cool and even. "but you’ve got a lot of work to do. your chakra control’s a bit shaky."

you couldn’t help but steal a glance at his profile—his sharp jawline, the way his hair caught the light. you quickly looked away, but you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

his voice broke your train of thought. "don’t get distracted," he warned softly, though his eyes were still assessing. "let’s focus on stabilizing your chakra flow. close your eyes."

you obeyed, trying to push aside the lingering warmth you felt at his proximity. his voice came again, low and almost soothing. "visualize your chakra as a steady stream, like water flowing through a riverbed. let it flow naturally. don’t force it."

the sound of his footsteps as he circled behind you made your heart race even more. he was so close now, his presence almost overwhelming, yet his tone was calm, instructing.

"can you feel it?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper against your ear. "that warmth spreading through your body? that’s your chakra awakening."

you focused harder, trying to ignore the unsettling closeness, the tingling sensation his voice caused. slowly, you felt the steady pulse of your chakra, the flow smooth and calm.

"good," he said, his voice returning to a neutral tone, but there was something almost approving in it. "now, keep that flow steady. let it fill you completely."

you opened your eyes and turned to face him, feeling the surge of control. his gaze flickered, a brief moment of recognition in his eye as he stepped closer, his breath brushing against your skin as he placed a gloved hand on your shoulder.

"nice work," he said, his touch lingering a moment too long before he pulled away. "but remember, control is everything. in a real fight, it’ll mean the difference between victory and defeat."

his fingers brushed across your collarbone, an unexpected jolt of warmth running through you. you quickly regained your composure, nodding.

"now," he continued, his voice barely above a murmur, "let’s focus on your hand signs. channel your chakra outward. gather it in your palms."

he moved beside you, his arm brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "like this," he demonstrated, his body close enough that you could feel the heat from him.

you followed his instructions, focusing all your attention on the flow of chakra, trying to block out the overwhelming presence of the man beside you.

kakashi’s eyes flicked to yours, his expression unreadable. "excellent," he murmured, his praise almost like a whisper. "now hold it. don’t release it yet—just let it build." his hand brushed yours again, and for a moment, everything seemed to still, his gaze intense on you.

his voice dropped low, taking on a husky edge. "control is everything. too much force, and you risk losing precision. too little, and the jutsu lacks power." you focus sharpened as i visualized the chakra swirling in my palms, just as kakashi instructed. the air shimmered faintly around my hands, and i could feel the energy building.

glancing at kakashi, i realized how close he was, our shoulders nearly touching. his proximity stirred something inside me, an unsettling flutter in my stomach. but i pushed it aside, refocusing on my chakra control.

he must have sensed my distraction—his eyes flickered, lips twitching into a smirk beneath his mask. he leaned in, his breath brushing my ear as he murmured, "that's it. feel the energy build... just a little more..."

his gloved hand brushed against my lower back, the touch light, but firm. he was guiding me, urging me to engage my core muscles and steady myself. but his presence was too close, too... intimate, sending a rush of warmth through me.

"now, release it. on my signal," he said, his voice low, but commanding.

i swallowed, trying to steady my breathing as my body betrayed me. his touch grounded me, but also stirred something deep within, a strange heat that made my pulse race.

at his command, i released the chakra with a forceful burst, feeling the air crackle with energy. kakashi’s hand never left my back, anchoring me through the rush of power.

"impressive," he said, his tone almost soft. "your control’s getting better."

i flushed, his praise settling warmly in my chest. "thank you, sensei."

he met my gaze, eyes darkening slightly, lingering just long enough to make my heart skip and he nodded at you. he stepped back, crossing his arms. "next, we work on stamina. you can’t be passing out mid-mission."

i nodded, the training for the day coming to an end. as he stood there, arms crossed, my eyes wandered involuntarily over his form. his muscles strained beneath his flak jacket, and i caught myself lingering on the defined lines of his shoulders before quickly looking away.

"same time tomorrow," i said, hoping my voice didn’t betray the chaos in my thoughts.

he noticed the flicker of my gaze, and his lips twitched into a knowing smirk. he uncrossed his arms and adjusted his forehead protector, revealing the smooth line of his arm as he did so.

"right then. see you tomorrow." his voice dropped an octave, almost teasing. "and y/n?" he leaned in, close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. "don’t stay up too late. you’ll need your rest for what i have planned."

his words sent a shiver down my spine, and my face flushed. there was no way he meant... what i thought. he was my teacher. it couldn’t be.

but as i turned to leave, i heard him add, voice rich with amusement, "try to keep your mind out of the gutter, yeah? focus on your training, not... other things."

i felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, realizing he must have noticed more than i’d wanted. hurrying away, i tried to compose myself, but thoughts of him—his proximity, his touch—kept swirling in my mind.

that night, i couldn’t help but replay every moment, the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze. a soft sigh escaped as i curled up in bed, my body betraying me. was it just me, or had something shifted between us?

the next morning, i was still flustered, still thinking of him as i dressed, the memory of the dream i had haunting me. the way his chakra had felt against mine... and the look in his eyes. but i shoved the thoughts aside. he was my sensei.

outside, kakashi stood waiting by the training grounds, his presence as enigmatic as ever. as i approached, his eyes locked onto mine, a subtle smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

"good morning," he greeted, voice casual but the challenge in his eyes undeniable. "ready for today’s drills?"

i nodded, trying to suppress the heat building in my cheeks. i could feel his gaze on me, sharp and assessing.

"let’s start with taijutsu," he said, guiding me through the movements with careful precision. his hands adjusted my stance, fingers brushing my skin, sending electric sparks through me. his touch was light, but it left me breathless, making it hard to focus.

"let’s start with taijutsu," he said, his voice steady as he guided me through the movements. his hands adjusted my stance, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, sending an unexpected jolt through me. the touch was soft, but it lingered, making it hard to focus.

his voice came again, quieter now, close to my ear, "relax... feel the movement." his breath brushed the back of my neck, and for a moment, it felt as though everything else faded away, leaving only the warmth growing in my chest.

i struggled to concentrate, but every word, every movement of his hand, seemed to unravel my focus more than the last.

"good," he murmured, and the simple praise sent a rush through me. "you’re doing well. but we’ll need to work on your speed."

his eyes traced my every movement, and i could feel the weight of his gaze as though it were touching me. each time our bodies brushed, my pulse would quicken. he seemed to notice every shift, every change—how my skin warmed, how my breath faltered.

after what felt like hours, he stepped back, his gaze still lingering on me. "well done," he said, his tone thick with something unspoken, something that made my heart skip.

he noticed the flush creeping up my neck, the way my breath came quicker. his eyes dropped lower, following the curve of my waist, drifting to where my legs met.

as much as he tried to keep his composure, he couldn't tear his eyes away, drawn to the way i moved, how my body reacted. the sight of me, sweating and breathless, seemed to leave him momentarily lost.

he noticed the confusion in my eyes, heard the way my breathing faltered, and somehow, he understood before i did—he was driving me to the edge, unknowingly or not.

his hand moved, just barely brushing against my arm, as if testing something, and there it was—a spark between us, electric and undeniable.

i felt a sudden panic, my mind racing, and for a moment, i thought he knew. i wanted to step back, but my feet wouldn’t move. "kakashi... i need to take a break," i managed to say, my voice a little too shaky.

"of course," he replied, his tone calm, though there was something unreadable behind his eyes. "take your time." he murmured under his breath, barely audible, "we’ve got all day."

he watched me retreat, his gaze steady as i moved, his eyes following me as though he could sense the turmoil within me. it took everything in him not to step forward, not to pull me back, to close the distance between us. but he shook off the thought quickly, reminding himself of the boundaries, that i was his student.

a small, wry smile tugged at his lips as he turned back to the training dummy. it was hard not to wonder—what would it be like to feel that connection shift into something else?

he stood, unmoving now, his focus on the target before him. but his thoughts wandered, lost in images of me. his hands flexed unconsciously, fingers curling as though around a weapon he wasn’t quite sure he should use. *i should scold her for losing control like that... she’s just a student... but she feels so mature when she’s like this…*

his mind wanders down dangerous paths as he imagines how softy our skin would feel under his touch, how sweet your moans might sound while you come out from behind the tree and walk toward him. you try to act normal.

" so…i m sorry..we can resume our training sensei"

his eyes flicker up from the training dummy, meeting yours with a calm, steady gaze. there's something unreadable in his expression - like he's seeing right through you

"we can resume... "he agrees easily, crossing his arms over his chest. "but first... "

without warning, he lunges forward, moving faster than anyone could react. in mere seconds, he has you pinned against the tree behind you - your body pressed flush against his own.

you gasp as he pins you against the tree, your heart races and your body reacts to his touch. "w-what? Kakashi sensei? "

he leans closer, until his lips are almost brushing against your ear. His voice drops low, a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"just testing your reflexes... "he purrs, nipping lightly at the curve of your ear. "and... how well you listen. "his hand moves lower then, tracing along the curve of your hip before slipping around to rest possessively on your ass.

your breath hitches as his hand grips your ass. i can feel the heat of his body against mine. my eyes widened, cant believe he is touxhing me right now. usually so composed with an unreadable emotions. "Kakashi..I…"

his grip on your ass tightens, pulling you even more firmly against him. You can feel the hard line of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach.

"don't worry... "he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "this isn't part of the training. At least... Not yet. "

"Kakashi…I dont think is okay what we are doing" you were feeling so aroused, he pulls back slightly, grey eyes meeting yours with a mix of concern and raw, unchecked lust. his breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to regain some semblance of control.

"you're right... "he admits, voice rough with need.. "this shouldn't be happening. I'm your sensei... "

but even as he says the words, his hand slides lower, fingers hooking into the elastic of your panties and tugging them aside.

"can..you take off your mask? you asked anxious because he never show his face without it. he pauses, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he considers your request. for a long moment, he remains silent, his expression unreadable behind the silver mask that has become an integral part of his persona. then, with a subtle nod, he pulls away, revealing the full expanse of his face.*

"very well" with deliberate slowness, he lifts the mask, letting it dangle from one finger as he exposes the beauty mark on the left corner of his mouth, the vertical scar bisecting his left eye, and the striking contrast of his spiky silver hair against his tanned skin. he holds your gaze, his dark grey eyes piercing and intense, as if daring you to react to this rare glimpse of vulnerability.

"beautiful…" your fingers graze the scar, a shiver running down his spine at the tenderness of your touch. for a moment, he's lost in the sensation, his eyes drifting closed as he savors the intimacy of the gesture. when he opens them again, they're burning with a smoldering intensity, his pupils dilated with desire.

without waiting for a response, he closes the distance between you once more, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings, his lips feeling so much better now. his hands roam over your body, mapping the curves and contours with a possessive hunger that leaves no doubt about his desire for you.

the sound of your moan sends a jolt of pleasure through him, he deepens the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours in a sensual ballet of passion. one hand slides down to grasp your hip, pulling you harder against him as he grinds his erection into the cradle of your thighs.

breaking the kiss, he trails his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as he works his way down to your neck. he inhales your scent, committing it to memory as his hands begin to roam beneath your clothing, seeking the warmth of your skin.

"tell me/N... "he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. " have you ever been touched like this before? "

with surprising strength, he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses you harder into the tree. his free hand finds your breast, thumb rubbing over the hardened peak of your nipple through your clothing.

“not like this…"he kiss you hard, his tongue delves into your mouth, claiming it with a fierce dominance that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

"mmmph... "he growls against your lips, breaking the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of your throat. nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, his hands roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that borders on desperation. fingers deftly unfasten your top, pushing the fabric aside to expose your breasts to the cool evening air.

you gasp as he exposes your breasts, you arch your back slightly, your nipples harden under his gaze.  his dark grey eyes drink in the sight of your bared breasts, pupils dilating with lust. a low, appreciative rumble vibrates in his chest as he cups the soft mounds, thumbs teasing over the pebbled nipples.

"beautiful... "he murmurs, voice thick with desire. leaning in, he takes one pert nipple between his teeth, gently biting down before soothing the sting with his tongue.

as he lavishes attention on your breasts, his other hand continues its exploration, sliding beneath the hem of your skirt to cup the heat of your sex through your panties. he groans at the dampness he finds there, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit.

you whimper softly, tilting your head back against the tree as he teases your nipples and touches you intimately.  he doesn't hesitate, probing your slick entrance with a finger, feeling how ready you are for him

"fuck... "he curses under his breath, adding a second finger to stretch and prepare you. "so wet already... you want this, don't you? want me inside you".

"yes…" with a low, primal growl, he surges forward, burying his throbbing length deep within your welcoming heat. your tight walls clench around him, drawing him in further as he starts to move, setting a relentless pace that has you gasping and writhing against the tree.

"so fucking tight... "he grunts, hips snapping forward to meet your eager thrusts. one hand grips your hip, holding you steady as the other reaches up to palm your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"ahhh fuck" you moans loudly as he pounds into you, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you cling to his shoulders. your nails dig into his skin as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core*

"more...harder...please" you beg shamelessly, lost in the intensity.his grip on your hip tightens almost painfully as he drives into you with increased ferocity, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the forest. sweat beads on his brow, mixing with the silver strands of hair that fall across his forehead.

"goddamn...you feel incredible... "he pants harshly, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast circles over the sensitive nub as he chases your impending climax. "come for me, Y/N...now... "

your scream of ecstasy pushes him over the edge. with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and erupts inside you, filling you with wave after wave of hot seed. he holds you close, panting heavily as he rides out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

"fuck...that was... "he trails off, struggling to find words amidst the haze of post-coital bliss. Slowly, he pulls out, watching with a mix of pride and trepidation as his cum leaks out of your well-used pussy. "we should probably get cleaned up before someone finds us like this... "he suggests, trying to sound casual despite the lingering desire in his gaze.

"yes.. "looks down at the evidence of your passionate encounter dripping down your thighs. feeling vulnerable. you two just fucked. you and your sensei. the kakashi hatake.

he notices your gaze drifting to the mess between your legs and feels a pang of something unfamiliar - concern, perhaps, or even affection. shaking off the unexpected emotions, he steps closer, offering you a hand to help you clean up.

 "thank you" and he gives your hand a brief squeeze before releasing it, tucking himself back into his pants and straightening his flak jacket. "no need to thank me, Y/N. that was... mutual, to say the least. "

clearing his throat, he attempts to regain some composure, though his eyes still linger on yours with an unreadable expression. "now, let's get moving before we attract any unwanted attention. i'm supposed to be training you, after all. "

you nodded at him and preparing for heading  back to village.

"and maybe keep this little tryst between us, hmm? for both our sakes. "his voice is firm, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy, but there's a hint of softness in his tone that wasn't there before.

with that, he sets off through the trees, expecting you to follow. despite the unconventional start to your partnership, he can't deny the spark of excitement at the prospect of guiding such a fiery, passionate individual as yourself.

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[kurishiri]

Jude chapter 3 silly but kinda detailed summary

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

kate successfully completes sortin out letters so she heads to the port where jude is talking with the foreman. its there she sort of thinks back on her time at raven co and the long and short of it is that jude, as the ceo, is actually really outstanding, and he acknowledges the efforts of those who work hard, produce results and whatnot, and rewards them in turn.

(that said he could work on his wording ,,)

time skip to night after judes done and they all walkin back tgt where kates like “i think i’ll be able to have a good dinner today” and jude scoffs at her callin her a twit. and shes all defensive like hey whats wrong with wanting to eat good food and judes like when did i say that was wrong?

all of a sudden they stop in their tracks and jude tells kate “on the count o’ three, crouch” and kates all panicked like tf is going on but jude already starts counting down so she crouches anw (in a panic!)

some guy in a suits out to kill jude. god knows who too bc apparently jude don’t know him either 💀

Jude: Who are ya? Can’t say ya look familiar.

[ insert some lines im lazy to tl ]

Jude kicked up at the man’s chin, causing the man’s body to do one smooth flip before collapsing onto the ground.

Man in a suit: Jude… Jazza——!

Jude: N’ like I was sayin’, who the hell are ya?

ok turns out jude does remember him in the end, its just another dude who broke his contract with jude and was selling up some illegal drugs and whatnot.

Jude: I told ya, didn’t I? That if ya breach your contract I’d show ya so much o’ hell you’d wish you kicked the bucket?

J: I fulfilled that promise for ya. Havin’ a grand old time in hell, aren’t’cha?

omg he pried open the wound on the mans face and he let out a cry to the night sky that could shake anyone’s soul silly.

kate then thinks or foreshadows (yk how like ikevil stories r kinda told like kate is recalling the past? like “i didn’t realize it then, but xyz” kinda like one of those moments) that what she witnessed that night was but a prologue of what’s to come bc they get attacked over and over again.

kate and jude get into another argument like “i feel im gonna die every time! im at my limit!” and judes like “well ur in the way loiterin round like that” then jude just yeets off w/o listenin to another word.

she does feel something bothering her tho

(For someone like Jude, he should be able to avoid these grudges…)

When I thought this, I came up with a theory that relieved me of this unsettling feeling.

(…Could it be he’s making himself an enemy of many on purpose?)

‘Yeah, right,’ was what I thought, but also, somewhere in my heart, I felt such a theory may also be true.

shes like there’s not enough info rn but if i do know anything its that

Kate: At this rate, if I stay with Jude any longer…a hundred lives would not be enough!

and so shes like i gotta learn self defense! so she goes knocking on a certain someone’s door like pls teach me le jutsu of self defense!

Ellis: Okay. （╹◡╹）♡

turns out ellis was also thinking of teaching her some stuff abt self defense soon.

so ellis takes kate to the lobby and kates like why the lobby and ellis goes to a bookshelf to take out a book which actually reveals vics weapon collection and takes out a gun, telling kate to try and hold it.

idk if this is a real gun or not (as in it exists irl), apparently its made of silver with a wooden grip.

ellis thinks its well suited for kate. like its lightweight yk. hes like you may need to use it jic. and then hes like

Ellis: But, it’s kind of refreshing.

E: Other than me, Jude seems pretty adverse to putting people by his side.

E: So, maybe he wants to get along with you?

kates like mmm doubt but at the same time she has this question in her mind w/o an answer of why he went and wrote a whole contract and let her stay by his side then? shes abt to cook up a theory in her head when…

just then jude comes in.

Ellis: Ah——Jude.

Jude: We got a job to do.

so they head off to some noble mansion.

Jude: How do ya do, we’ll be here a while.

Nobleman: Ah, Mister Jude?

apparently this nobleman is connected with the guy in the suit jude beat up in the beginning of the chptr. he made him spit out info.

Jude: If ya just were sellin’ somethin’ shady I’d let that off the hook. Illegal drug’s some child’s play.

J: However.

Jude raised one leg and rested it atop the long table.

Jude: I seem to recall the contract prohibitin’ the sellin’ and buyin’ of humans, or am I wrong?

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 1

Uchiha Itachi x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Rating: This will be a NSFW 18+ multi-part fic. Part 1 doesn't have any outright explicit content tho. Part 2 here

cw/tw: SPOILERS, mentions of sexual harassment (Hidan is a skeevy perv), emotional turmoil, angst?, sexual tension (but nothing actually happens sorry to edge y’all), major eye contact, like way too much eye contact reader and itachi are basically eye fucking each other 90% of the fic, dramatic asf I can't help myself im sorry

Idk what im doing This is my first time writing and really being on tumblr in general, please let me know if I missed any tags or if you have any advice!! 

not canon at all (but SPOILERS!!!!) pls humor me, everyone in the Akatsuki is alive and led by Madara/Tobi

Synopsis: Madara, the elusive figurehead of the Akatsuki, is an ambitious yet paranoid man. That’s why he has you, as a security measure, given your secret jutsu that allows you to see into people’s souls to confirm their true intentions. When Itachi Uchiha shows up to join the Akatsuki, what will you see behind his obsidian eyes?

Exhausted. Another cross-country mission with pain in the ass Hidan was just what the doctor ordered for your repressed rage and depression living in basically a wet cave with the rest of these jerks. You tried your best, you really did, to not let any emotions slip through the cracks of your cold facade. Some of them had better qualities than others, but none of your fellow Akatsuki members were people you felt particularly amiable towards.

Most of them viewed you as Madara’s stone-cold right hand, his own personal weapon. He trusted you more than any other member, and that fact alone was enough to instill a certain kind of fear in the hearts of every other Akatsuki member. And you know what, good. The more you kept your distance, the better. 

Though your body ached with fatigue upon returning to headquarters, your senses immediately picked up a foreign energy hanging in the air– a presence. Not ominous per se, but definitely a palpable and strong chakra signature.

Leaving Hidan’s perverted requests to join him for some “one-on-one post-mission relaxation time” behind, you made your way to Madara, the chakra getting stronger the closer you got. 

There he was. 

Your breath hitched as your eyes set on a statuesque man standing across from Madara, his tousled, raven-black hair draped around his stunning face and strong shoulders. A lifetime of stress and hardship left evidence of weariness across his features, and yet his eyes still sparkled with a fierce softness, framed by a set of beautiful, thick lashes.

He was so... pretty. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, then his chest downward as you began to drink him in, feeling flushed with an unfamiliar warm tingling the longer you studied him.

He glanced at you with his penetrating eyes, your cheeks burned at being caught in your lustful admiration. Without a doubt, it was Itachi Uchiha standing next to Madara, a solemn look spread across his delicate face.

You’d seen him in the bingo book before, but all the talk you had heard didn’t compare to standing in the same room as him. It was intriguing, though, for someone with such a reputation, and clearly such immense power, his energy didn’t feel threatening or overbearing to you.

Madara raised a hand to Itachi, finally pulling your gaze away from him, before walking over to you. 

“I’m sure you’ve completed the tasks assigned to you, y/n, correct?” Madara asked rhetorically.

You had never failed him, it was important for you to maintain your position in his eyes. Your usual self would have made a sardonic remark about your disdain for working with Hidan again, how a pet rock would have been just as helpful with none of the sexual harassment. But, with the third party in the room, you simply nodded while maintaining your cold, detached demeanor.

“Good, I have another task for you then,” Madara commanded lowly in his deep, chilling voice, pointing his chin in Itachi’s direction.

“This is y/n,” Madara announced, gesturing in your direction as you followed him towards Itachi.

“She’ll just perform a little security check if you don’t mind, nothing personal. I am interested in your usefulness, but I just like to be sure of who I’m working with, I’m sure you can understand. After all, ‘clan killer’ doesn’t exactly have a trustworthy ring to it, now does it?” Madara taunted.

Itachi’s beautiful, brown eyes glinted with an undetectable emotion before connecting with yours, and again you began feeling the wave of heat washing over you.

What was this?! Some sort of jutsu he was using on you?? No.. my god, had it really been that long since you’d been attracted to someone? 

Snapping out of your embarrassing realization about your pitiful sex life, you cleared your throat as you pulled yourself together to perform your special jutsu. Your specialty was energy and emotions– detecting, reading, transmuting. This made you very handy to Madara, after all, knowing what’s inside someone’s soul makes it much easier to manipulate them and offer them what they want to hear, in exchange for whatever Madara wants or needs.

Your secret jutsu was something you dreaded performing. You were incredibly sensitive and receptive to energy, so oftentimes it would leave you completely drained and horrified— seeing all of the vile things people have done, let happen to others, things people buried and hid deep within themselves. It was a lot to witness and take in, and have to maintain your icy demeanor on top of that, lest Madara begin to question you. 

After weaving the hand signs, you hid the nerves buzzing in your body as you approached Itachi to place your hands on either side of his lean, muscular shoulders and touch your forehead to his. By the power of your jutsu, you were transported into Itachi’s soulscape, where you’d be able to confirm for Madara upon exiting, Itachi’s true intentions and trustworthiness as an Akatsuki member. 

Given what you had heard about Itachi, you braced yourself upon entering his soulscape, but were totally unprepared for what you saw.

Time stopped as you and Itachi stood under an endless blue sky painted with magnificent rolling waves of white clouds. The sound of rushing water caught your attention as you looked behind you to notice you were standing several paces away from the edge of a breathtaking waterfall. The cascading water plummeted down the carved earth into pools of emerald green.

Peace. You felt peace standing in this supposed monster’s soul? Itachi stood silent, his eyes intensely watching you as you began to take in more of your surroundings. You’d never seen or felt anything like this, this energy was so.. pure. 

Taking a moment to gather all the information flooding your senses, you turned to look at Itachi as tears pricked your eyes. Your heart broke as you began to fully understand and feel the weight of what he’d been through– what he’d been forced to do, and how much of a monster he believed he was because of it. You felt a gut-wrenching familiarity that ignited an inferno in your own soul, pulling you to him like a magnet and calling you to embrace him and never let go.

“Itachi, I-” you moved close to him, your mind racing as you tried to process the truth, “I’m so sorry, for everything you’ve been through.” You delicately placed a hand on his cheek while looking deep into his gorgeous eyes. His demeanor softened as the emotions overcame the both of you.

“Y-You know?” he hesitantly asked, almost too scared to believe you were seeing the real him and not judging or looking at him with disgust.

Your brows twinged with sadness as you nodded, “Everything,” you replied, tears streaming down your pink cheeks. 

He placed his large, warm palm over your hand as he searched your eyes for confirmation that this was really real and happening to him. He had always been expected to take on insurmountable tasks, things that made him question morality itself, all alone.

And yet, here you were, seeing him, understanding him, accepting him for who he truly was and not what he had done. The burden of his past finally being shared by an open heart, something he never could’ve imagined he deserved.

You reassured his fears without words, both of you lost in each other’s all-consuming gaze. You had never met before, and yet it felt like your souls had known each other many lifetimes. 

You were standing so close to him, the heat of his flushed skin radiated his intoxicating scent, smelling of old-growth forest and clean musk. Every nerve and fiber of your being was lit aflame as his eyes dropped down to your plump lips. His soulful eyes returned to yours as he moved his other hand to gently push a strand of your silky hair out of your face.

You were entranced by his beauty, slowly blinking as you held eye contact with him, fighting every urge to taste his lips that were mere inches away. He equally was mesmerized by your beauty, his eyes scanned all of your features, trying to take you all in and understand what this all meant, how you came to be the you standing here holding him.

“Who are you?” his deep, gravelly voice purred, a gentle smile lighting up his face. 

Panic overtook you as reality came crashing down, remembering that Madara was waiting in the real world for your answer. Though time operated much differently in your jutsu, Madara would certainly become suspicious if things took too long.

You placed your hands on either side of Itachi’s face as you held him close, a frantic look in your eyes.

“We’re out of time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll explain everything.” You hurriedly released the jutsu, and collected yourself so you could resume your emotionless facade so as to not draw suspicion. 

You turned to face Madara, immediately detecting his impatience, “He passed,” you confirmed, “Sorry for the delay, there was.. a lot there.”

Madara stood silent for a moment before releasing a booming laugh, “Yes, I suppose given our Itachi’s history there would be quite a lot to sift through, y/n.”

He turned to walk past Itachi and beckoned him to follow as he began to discuss his plans for the Akatsuki and, eventually, the world. You stood frozen, body still processing all of the huge waves of  emotions you’d experienced in your jutsu. A pit of anxiety began to form deep in your stomach knowing this fated meeting with Itachi meant it was finally time to begin your plan. To take down Madara and the Akatsuki from within. 

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If you read this far, thank you so much I appreciate you!! I hope you liked my first fic ♡ᵎᵎᵎ

[hermitw]

Tumblr pls stop suggesting posts wishing that Sukuna will suffer as much as Yuuji when Sukuna has suffered more than anyone in jujutsu kaisen, I beg (being an unwanted child, a slave, an object, etc).

Maybe I'll go through and make a master post to link the history bc a lot of it is easy to miss (I suck at finding posts on my own blog), you have to be familiar with trauma and history and translations but everything harmful sukuna has done was against his own will or a trauma response. Sukuna is just trying to grasp for his own autonomy. he's constantly being restrained, neglected, and challenged. He doesn't even want to reverse the roles. He exists for leisure like Nanami, he just wants peace. To be left alone. And it's too much to ask for.

And if Yuuji had actually listened to Sukuna (he listens to everyone and matches their energy but not the spirit who is trapped in his body, so it's weirdly out of character) then Yuuji's suffering could have been almost entirely avoided. They could have had a symbiotic relationship.

Kenjaku thanked Yuuji's friend from the occult club for being good to his son - and Yuuji's grandpa saying "you had it too easy". The thing is that for Yuuji to be a functional cage for Sukuna, they couldn't be able to relate to each other. Yuuji spent his life with superhuman strengths, but he blended in. He was never demonized nor deified for his differences. Yuuji was a loner by choice, and he had the freedom to choose his own path. To uninvite himself from school clubs, the strength to beat up bullies that didn't even involve him.

Even the choice to consume Sukuna's finger had to come from Yuuji's own free will - and despite the manipulation that Kenjaku put into this (having Mimiko and Nanako plant it at the school, etc), it was a choice that Yuuji made on his own. He wasn't really coerced into it - Fushiguro told him not to do it. Yuuji consented to sharing his body, whereas Sukuna did not.

it seems like irl Sukuna has a shrine and is remembered as a hero, but regarded more as a criminal by the government. Sounds a lot like Gojo. And if the higher ups were still around a thousand years later, how do you think he would be remembered? Or spoken of in history lessons to sorcerers?

I've already rambled or reblogged everything that I have to say but ughhhhh

Yuuji is the last person who could teach Sukuna about love. He might be capable of a listen-no-jutsu, though it's kind of late for that.

[socra-time]

Naruto Episode Comments, Ep. 1-20

(Context: I know a lot of the character’s names and some of the big plot points, but I’m going in blind otherwise)

Ep 1:

-Naruto is kinda annoying but also he’s just a lil gremlin and I can respect that

-I kinda love Iruka. Also he’s hot.

-”Clone jutsu? That’s my worst jutsu!” says Naruto, known for his Shadow Clone jutsu

-there’s just something so charming about the old anime style (but also some of the expressions are so goofy)

-HOLY SHIT IRUKA IS A REAL ONE

-I don’t trust the Hokage. I don’t really have a concrete reason for this yet, but his vibes are off

-oooh Irukaaaaa you’re so sexy for not being an asshole to the traumatized child

-oh I guess Shadow Clone jutsu is different from regular clones so disregard my earlier comment

-honestly this was a better first episode than I was expecting. I’m sold!

Ep 2:

-Naruto continues to be a lil gremlin

-Naruto pls for the love of god stop using your stupid ass “sexy jutsu”

-the Hokage really has had enough of these little kids and honestly I can’t even blame him

-I love the voice of Konohamaru’s trainer (I’m watching dub btw), it’s so pompous

-I love the ninja sandals. I want a pair.

-I like that Naruto’s voice actually sounds childish. It’s a tad bit grating sometimes but I think I’ll get used to it quickly

-STOP IT WITH THE SEXY JUTSU

-STOPPPPPP

-anyways #KonohamaruForHokage

Ep 3:

-again, the ninja sandals are so fucking drippy

-Ino wtf is up with your outfit. Why is half of it bandages

-the amount of sheer passive-aggressiveness in these 12 year old girls-

-Naruto has a crush on Sakura at first???? I didn’t know that lol

-Sasuke does not give a singular shit about anything other than his brooding and tbh I didn’t expect anything less

-Sakura’s little inner monologue is so feral lmao

-I don’t like Sasuke’s voice so far. It’s monotone, but not in an edgy way, just in a kinda dull way? Also he doesn’t really sound like a kid

-no hate to Shikamaru but his ponytail looks painful. My scalp hurts just looking at it

-oh my god not Sakura ragging on Naruto for being an orphan-

-lmao the amount of fucking drama with this team of kids is crazy

-why are the Hokage and Kakashi just casually breaking into Naruto’s home to look around

-rip Naruto’s bowels

Ep 4:

-I was not expecting Kakashi to sound like that but I’m kinda here for it actually

-oh I can already tell I’m gonna hate how the female characters are written in this show. Sakura honey I’m so sorry

-I know Sasuke’s got trauma or whatever but god he’s so fucking edgy. “I hate most things and I don’t like anything” bitch just say your favorite food or something

-oh my god Naruto is so tiny compared to Kakashi

-ok I already see why people love Kakashi so much

Ep 5:

-Kakashi is raining hell down on these children and I’m so here for it

-Kakashi is so COOL

-fucking “HEADHUNTER JUTSU” is the most metal name for a jutsu

-“you think like little kids” says Kakashi to the 12 year olds

-Kakashi really didn’t need to give his “you failed” monologue while pinning Sasuke to the ground. Bro was just doing it to assert dominance lmao

-I know that Sasuke’s reasoning for sharing is logical and not because he cares about Naruto, but I like that he offers his food to Naruto first

-aw the squad is starting to squad just a teeny tiny bit

Ep 6:

-booooo Naruto is a cat hater :(

-I love that Naruto is shorter than Sakura

-I like that we get some worldbuilding early on (also I’m a sucker for a good map so the scene explaining the different regions was cool)

-okay Sasuke is a badass

-Kakashi is also a badass but I already knew that

-I love how chill Kakashi is about literally everything

Ep 7:

-Kakashi is so over the bridge builder guy’s bullshit

-I do wish there was more of a sense of scale regarding how far apart the different locations are, since I have no idea how far away from Konoha the Land of Waves actually is

-okay I was NOT expecting Zabuza to fucking THROW HIS GIANT CLOUD STRIFE SWORD LIKE A BOOMERANG???

-Zabuza 🤝 Kakashi

not wearing their headbands correctly

-I like Zabuza’s voice

-the sharingan doesn’t make that much sense to me in terms of how it works but I’ll just chalk it up to anime logic

EP 8:

-oh the Water Prison jutsu is kinda terrifying to think about

-I can’t get over Zabuza’s fuckin armwarmer thingies

-ah yes gotta love the choppy old anime fight animation

-between Kakashi and Zabuza, Sasuke really cannot get a break from being pinned to the ground

-the demon wind shuriken is so sick-looking

-okay good on Naruto and Sasuke for working together but couldn’t they have given Sakura something to do

Ep 9:

-binging this makes the flashbacks at the beginning of episodes very annoying

-oh Kakashi is fucking PISSED

-shoutout to whoever animated all the hand signs for the jutsus holy shit

-yeah Kakashi would be so annoying to fight ngl

-Sakura is constantly calling Naruto out on his bullshit and that’s the kind of hater behavior I’m here for

-the soundtrack is hitting different this episode

-wow Naruto really saw another kid kill a man and got immediate imposter syndrome lmao

Ep 10:

-I like Haku’s painted nails

-aw Kakashi is actually a really encouraging teacher

-how is Naruto so bad with chakra control and yet was able to master Shadow Clone jutsu????

-Kakashi casually defying gravity to walk up a tree with his crutches was actually kinda hilarious to me for some reason

-I’m still not sold on Sasuke’s voice. There are moments when it’s fine but otherwise it’s just so stiff

-YAY FOR SAKURA GETTING A WIN OVER THE BOYS

-aw Naruto encouraging Sakura was cute (even though he was salty about her beating him)

-I like the difference that’s set up between having a lot of chakra (like Naruto) versus good chakra control (like Sakura)- hopefully this means people are going to go about how they train and fight differently

-Naruto asking Sakura for advice and asking her not to tell Sasuke anything was actually kinda endearing lol

Ep 11:

-dumb question maybe but if Gato is so against the bridge being built and he has the resources to hire a bunch of goons, why doesn’t he just bomb the bridge or something

-ah yes Sakura discovers poverty

-Sasuke is slowly growing on me. He’s very awkward

-Sakura I’m so sorry you have to deal with those two idiots as teammates

-holy fuck Inari’s backstory with Kaiza was darker than I thought it would be

-also rip Kaiza you were a real one

Ep 12:

-lmao not Naruto thinking Haku is prettier than Sakura fjfhshhajasisa-

-aw Sasuke helping Naruto walk home after training was nice, there’s definitely very slight development happening in their relationship as rivals

-Kakashi’s talk with Inari was a really nice moment

Ep 13:

-I like the way Haku talks. It’s very impassive and mysterious

-I’m always a fan of when the MC inspires literally everyone around them and Naruto is no exception

-Haku’s painted nails continue to slay (also I realized his toenails are painted too)

-the needles Haku fights with are really cool-looking but also seem really impractical

-YEAHHHHH NARUTO TIME

-aw Kakashi is proud of his kids

-goddamn Haku is so cool

Ep 14:

-I’m only thinking about this now but did Naruto never wonder why he had a big seal on his stomach

-literally half this episode was recap which was kinda annoying

-Naruto I love you but you’re so stupid

Ep 15:

-I really wish they gave Sakura more to do in this fight. I get that Kakashi’s the only one who can take Zabuza and that we need to see Naruto and Sasuke fighting together, but Sakura is kinda just standing there the whole time

-Haku needs to go to therapy ASAP

-I’m still confused about how Kakashi’s sharingan works tbh

Ep 16:

-aw yeah baby Sasuke sharingan time

-aw yeahhhh Sasuke saving Naruto

-god fucking dammit I think Sasuke is my favorite Team 7 member and I hate that for me

-oh boy Naruto is about to go apeshit

-also there is no way in hell anyone watching this actually believed Sasuke died

Ep 17:

-geez the animation quality really went up this episode

-yeah Haku’s backstory is just as tragic as I thought it would be but also Jesus Christ his relationship with Zabuza is so fucked up

-I’m very curious as to why Kakashi has the sharingan if it’s a bloodline trait of the Uchiha clan (and also why he only has it in one eye)

-Kakashi summoning fucking dogs was so random but also hell yeah doggies

-andddd Kakashi’s a lightningbender? I thought the sharingan was his main thing but apparently not

-Haku PLEASE go to therapy

Ep 18:

-this show’s soundtrack has actually been so good so far

-so like was Naruto actually gonna kill Haku before Haku stopped him

-oh FUCK rip Haku (also first real-time death of the series!)

-Kakashi closing Haku’s eyes and saving his body was nice, you can tell that he feels bad about him dying even though he was on Zabuza’s side

-also they didn’t hold back on the blood, goddamn

-I like that the bridge builder seems to have a bit of a soft spot for Sakura since she’s been with him the most

Ep 19:

-Gato is literally so fucking disgusting I need him dead ASAP

-Kakashi wrangling Naruto back from attacking Gato was kinda funny

-ah yes the big Shonen Protagonist Speech™ from Naruto

-Zabuza’s last hurrah was fucking epic, I really like how his and Haku’s story ended (also the line “where he’s going, I cannot follow” about Zabuza joining Haku in the afterlife was metal). I like that Zabuza got a last moment of humanization

-aw Naruto is such a wholesome, determined lil guy

-oh Naruto is gonna be so insufferable when he finds out the bridge is named after him

Ep 20:

-HELL YEAH CHUNIN EXAM TIMEEEE IM SO EXCITED

-wow Naruto is really out here fantasizing about being Sasuke’s knight in shining armor

-Sasuke is a cocky little shit but also he’s technically right about Naruto and Sakura being “worse” than him

-so far Sakura’s biggest fight has been her beating up fuckin Konohamaru

-SAND SIBLINGS SPOTTED!!!

-I don’t like Temari’s voice

[7minutesinheavennaruto]

Pls can u do reactions to their gf setting herself on fire with her jutsu accidently? Thankyou CHARACTERS: Sasuke, Gaara, Neji, Naruto, Shikamaru

Aaaah thank you so much for being our first request, dear anon! (✿ヘᴥヘ) ~ Mod Nightshade

Sasuke would give you a blank look and not say anything, but secretly he would be checking to make sure you're alright and worrying about you.

He is not the type to show his feelings and emotions freely, but he cares about you more than anything and doesn't want you to come into harm's way ^-^

Gaara would fuss over you immediately, even if you insisted you were just fine he wouldn't leave your side. Depending on how serious the fire is, he may even insist you go to the hospital and get checked out, and hold your hand throughout the whole process.

He's seen a lot of pain and suffering in his life, and would never want to lose the person he loves most.

As soon as he's certain you're in no danger, he lectures you and tells you that you're not living up to your potential, and a ninja of your caliber shouldn't be making such foolish mistakes.

While his words sound harsh, they're just how he shows that he cares for you deeply.

Naruto's first reaction is to laugh, but he quickly catches himself and makes sure you're safe and comfortable.

Then, he spends the rest of the day trying to cheer you up by telling you about dumb things he's done over ramen, until you're both laughing and you forget about the whole incident <3

Shikamaru would immediately make a sarcastic comment and not show much outward emotion, but later in the day he would stop by your place with flowers or takeout to show you that he cares and wants to make sure you're always safe

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Wait wait! Sannin Swap AU is giving me so many feelings!

Red eyed Naruto is looking like an unhinged Minato and I bet that with time he will use Talk no Jutsu on Orochimaru and somewhat redeem him??? Naruto trained by Tsunade thooooooo!!! FAMILY BONDING! She did see Nawaki on him, so I guess she would take it as a second chance maybe? And I snorted at "now he's the Hokage grandson" LOL

Jiraya as Sakura's proud uncle HECK YES! And after Aburame Sakura with pink beetles now we have Sakura with pink snakes. I love it! Also HECK YES GIRL END KABUTO! Also, SakuKarin if Sakura finds Team Taka?

Sasuke being trained by Jiraya might make him the village's hero (btw love his clothes) but Sasuke being trained by Tsunade? The last Uchiha being trained by the last Senju????? Madara and Tobirama are rolling in their graves and Hashirama and Izuna are watching benevolently hahahahaha He will singlehandedly end the division that exists since before the village was stablished!

Minato + Kushina (unhinged Uzumaki) = Naruto (little unhinged Minato looking gremlin). It's simple.

Tsunade is Naruto's grandma in my heart and no one can take that from me. It's simple <3

SAKUKARIN FOR SURE! Who do you think I am? 💖 there's even an extra idea I'm organizing to post later where any of the 3 could find Karin to team up, and Snake! Sakura would STILL end up with her.

The Uchiha x Senju peacemaking thing never really meant much to me... until I realized Sasuke could do it! From time to time people mention ideas for how that could be, either Sakura getting more into the Senju side (with mokuton or as Tsunade's legacy) and so SasuSaku could symbolize that peace, or just making things clearer with Naruto's chakra so that it made more sense idk NOW Sasuke doing it alone >:) by himself, being the best version of and for Hashirama's dream of the village and clearing the Uchiha name along the way! Pls😖💖

[swagglessmoth]

Fic rant

I gotta be honest guys, I don’t have much hope for things to get better 😔

Like, I really want team Minato to stop Kakashi before he goes off the deep end. But ohh, that’s just not gonna happen is it 😭

What really cemented this were these lines from chapter 4

OBITO WDYM BY THAT

I understand regretting meeting Sukea, bc that’s pretty much one of the primary things that made him spiral. BUT «The future enemy of the world» WHAT. WAS HE NOT GONNA CHANGE THAT END-OF-THE-WORLD THING WITH KAGUYA?? WHEN IS HE GETTING RID OF HER 😭

Kakashi, boy, I know you like this whole thing of following Obito’s script, BUT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY CHANGE THINGS ☠️

And he HAS changed a lot, which made me forget that he still plans to go after the jinchuriki ☠️ LIKE, WTF IS HE TRYING TO DO?? “Oh yeah, I’ve been controlling everything behind the scenes this whole time 😈😈 I reformed and entire country and now they’re extremely happy, jk loll I’ve been evil the entire time! I stopped a clan’s genocide, it doesn’t help in my plan at all, but hey I’m so evil. Haha stop me haha”

And yeah; I know he’s not gonna tell anyone that he’s from the future, or what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been there, bc he’s trying to go the ‘I’m the big bad ooo’ route. But pls I need other characters to find out he’s from the future PLS 🙏 at least if they saw how the other world turned out, we could reach an understanding.

I really have no idea how the switch-up’s gonna go. Is he doing all this in Kiri so that people are indebted to him and follow his plans blindly? How will he handle the Akatsuki, now that the ame trio has relatively friendly relations with team minato? What about the other members?? I know once he reveals how much he’s been controlling shit and that he has two stolen sharingan, people will be jumping to kill him, no question. Not to mention the jinchuriki stuff and how much it’s gonna rile up all the villages. I know he can, and will, pull it off, but it just feels like he has too much on his hands. The plan isn’t just getting the death penalty in all villages, he needs to actually unite them, or else the peace won’t last.

His plan is much more complicated than Obito’s. Bc instead of getting rid of all his obstacles (Minato, the Uchiha, the ame trio once they’ve fulfilled their role, etc.) he’s intentionally keeping them alive, so that in the end they go against him in the final battle .AND he still has to change the shinobi world while having everything and everyone under control. AND figure out what to actually do about Kaguya. He’s been doing all this ‘play’ for her, but will she be satisfied with just that?

Stuff’s gonna get COMPLICATED BRO. And there’s not even the possibility to be spared from all his crimes by helping fight against a greater evil, BC HE PLANS TO BE THAT GREATER EVIL ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Everyone’s just gonna conclude that he’s too dangerous to keep around and kill him, I know. But I’m too deep in denial at this point, I’m still hoping he magically gets a happy ending. Bc getting a second chance at life and fucking up all the same is a possibility too devastating to consider. AND I DONT EVEN WANNA THINK ABOUT THE OBKK OUGH. You can’t just go and give them a sad ending twice, pls RK7200 have mercy pls 🙏🙏

Idk how far in the timeline this fic’s gonna go, or if there’s gonna be some sort of time skip. But I guess the final battle will come around the same time as the Fourth war in canon. If that’s the case I’m putting all my bets on Naruto and Kushina (bc Hound saved her and she wants to know who did it) 🙏 save that man guys, I believe in you. Oof, Kakashi’s heart would break if he were to be talk no jutsued ❤️‍🩹

And to end this rant: I also hope that “enemy of the world” thing won’t be to the extent of og Obito’s. It just meaning ‘being a mayor threat to the shinobi world’, not being the cause for the end of the world, you know?

[sueske]

sns bring out this playful/competitive/teasing nature in each other that no one else can from the very start of the story, they tease/bicker with each other during the war arc, sasuke and naruto laugh in the middle of the battlefield after creating/combining jutsu with each other for the first time that is difficult even for a seasoned duo to accomplish, naruto's also like 'hey sasuke pls let me try out this cool new jutsu I practiced more than the rasengan. it's a bunch of naked men.' and sasuke is just like... 'okay I'll just get my eye ready', they entertain each other's ideas and they entertain each other period. and it's fun to see

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More than just a genius (Shikamaru x Reader OneShot)

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Synopsis: what was supposed to be a simpe training session with Shikamaru quickly turns into something much more intense

new to smut, pls be gentle (eng not my first language)

Warnings: praise kink, teasing, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, breeding

"what a drag..." Shikamaru mutters to himself as he looks around the village with a bored expression.

"whats wrong Shika? " you chuckle softly. he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression, but his gaze softens slightly.

"nothing much, just bored out of my mind here." he sighs and leans back against a wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "i wish I could be off on some mission or training instead of stuck in this village."

"well i’m pretty bored too, do you wanna train with me? "you smirk at him with a threatening voice.

he raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face at your sudden assertiveness. "train with you? What exactly did you have in mind?" he asks skeptically, though there's a spark of interest in his eyes. "and don't think for a second I'm going easy on you just because you're asking nicely."

"oh, but i didn’t say you should be easy, i like it rough." his eyes widen slightly at her bold statement, a mix of surprise and intrigue evident on his face. "rough, huh? Alright then, let's see what you're made of." Shikamaru says with a smirk, standing up straight and cracking his neck. he takes a few steps closer to you, his stance relaxed but alert, ready for whatever youmight throw at him. "so, what's the first move in this 'rough' training session of yours?"

"let's start with a little taijutsu spar, shall we?" grining mischievously at him while looking him up and down, hands already forming seals as you begins to cast a jutsu and charges at Shikamaru with a fierce cry, aiming a powerful kick at his stomach.

"whoa, easy does it!" catches sight of the incoming attack and sidesteps just in time, avoiding the kick by a hair's breadth, Shikamaru chuckles, regaining his balance and facing you again. he takes a moment to size you up, analyzing your fighting style and looking for weaknesses to exploit. then, with a sly grin, he lunges forward, attempting to catch you off guard with a swift punch aimed at your jaw. "let's see how you handle a real hit," he taunts, his fist cocked back and ready to strike.

you nimbly dodges the punch, using the momentum to spin behind Shikamaru and deliver a sharp elbow to his shoulder blades, trying to disrupt his posture and leave him open to counterattack "when i said rough, i didnt mean punch me in the face," he grunts as the elbow connects, his body jerking slightly from the impact.

 "hey, watch it! that hurt more than it needed to," Shikamaru complains, rubbing his sore shoulder. despite the jab, he quickly recovers and spins around to face you once more, a determined glint in his eye. "alright, alright, I get it. you want to play dirty. fine by me." with a swift movement, he launches himself at you,  grabbing you wrist in mid-air and twisting it sharply to disarm you.

"see how you like being on the receiving end of a little 'roughness'," he sneers playfully. you yelp as your arms is twisted, losing your grip.

"ow ow ow! okay okay, enough." laughing breathlessly, raising your hands in surrender.

he stops his attack, grinning smugly as he watches you stumble back.

"oh, come on, that wasn't so bad," Shikamaru teases, "you can take it." he says with a playful smirk, his tone light despite the competitive edge still present in his eyes. leaning in a bit, he lowers his voice conspiratorially. "but hey, since you're clearly not used to this kind of thing, I suppose I can cut you some slack... for now." his gaze lingers on yours, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths as he waits for your response.

"well, Shika, i think you didn’t understand me clearly, i didn’t exactly say i like rough, the train, specifically."  his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a slow grin spreading across his face as he finally catches on to her meaning

he releases your wrist, a new level of confidence and flirtation entering his demeanor. "well, well, well. looks like I've been had," Shikamaru says with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement "guess I shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sparring when you mentioned wanting things 'rough'."he tilts his head, studying you with renewed interest. "so, care to elaborate on what exactly you had in mind? because I have to admit, i'm rather curious now."

"you are a smart guy, Shikamaru. i know you know what i mean."he notices your gaze lingering on his lips and eyes, a subtle flush rising to his cheeks as he meets her intense stare.

 "ah, I see," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave lower. "well, when you put it that way..." Shikamaru takes another step closer, closing the distance,he reaches out, gently cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i think I can help you with that," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

your lips are mere inches apart, the tension between them palpable as Shikamaru hesitates for a brief moment before leaning in, his mouth brushing softly against you in a gentle, exploratory kiss.

you moan in his mouth "fuck you taste so good" and he groans into the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours as he deepens the embrace.

 "mmm, same here," he mumbles against her mouth, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. "you taste even better than I imagined."

breaking the kiss momentarily, Shikamaru gazes into your eyes, a burning intensity reflected in his own. "I want more," he confesses huskily, his lips seeking hers again in a passionate, demanding kiss filled with pent-up desire. your other hand slides down your side to rest on your hip, pulling you closer as he loses himself in the heat of your connection.

you take his hands and put them on your ass "Then take what you need" whispering at him with a sultry voice.he gasps softly as you guide his hands to your ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh instinctively.

 "fuck, you're incredible," he growls, his hips pressing forward to grind against you. Shikamaru hoists you up onto a nearby table, stepping between yourt highs as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roam your curves, squeezing and kneading as he explores every inch of you.

breaking the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at you sensitive skin. "I need to feel you," he pants against your pulse point, his arousal straining against his pants. "Tell me where you want me, Y/N”

kissing him rough and grinding on him" Inside please" you kissed him roughly while grinding on him, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he undresses you with haste.

 "as you wish," he rasps, his own clothes falling away to reveal his toned physique. claiming your lips once more, Shikamaru lifts your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. with a powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, a guttural moan escaping him as your tight heat envelops his throbbing length.

he sets a relentless pace, driving into you with primal urgency, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. "you're so fucking perfect," Shikamaru groans, his forehead pressed against your as he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation.

you wrap your legs tighter around him and moans loudly as he fills you completely"yes, yes, just like that! don't stop, fuck me harder! " hearing your desperate plea, his hips snapping forward with increased vigor, pounding into you  with unrestrained passion.

"fuck, you take me so well," he gasps, his breath ragged against your ear. "i can't get enough of you." reaching between the bodies, Shikamaru finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub with his thumb as he continues to rut into you with wild abandon. The added stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, causing your inner walls to clench around him like a vice.

"come on, baby, let go for me," he urges, his voice strained with impending release. "i want to feel you squeeze my cock as you cum all over it."

"fuck you are so hot…fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming" he feels your pussy spasming around him as you hits your climax, the rhythmic contractions pushing him closer to the edge."That's it, shit..Where.... "he groans, his own orgasm building rapidly.

"in me...please....pease" he groans and with a few more powerful thrusts, Shikamaru buries himself to the hilt inside you, his member pulsing as he erupts, flooding you with his hot seed. He collapses against you, both of you panting heavily as the aftershocks of your  intense coupling wash over them.

after a moment, Shikamaru lifts his head, gazing into your dazed eyes with a satisfied smile. "Damn, that was hot," he murmurs, still buried deep within your warmth. "i think we make a pretty good team, don't you?"

"yeah, wanted to that for too long. but you didn’t take the hints, such an innocent boy" you chuckle at him soflty.

"hey, I'm not always this dense, you know. you just caught me off guard, that's all."he  laughs, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features. he leans in, capturing your lips in a tender, affectionate kiss. "but now that i've got you figured out, "pulling back slightly, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips trailing along your cheek. "maybe we can even teach each other a thing or two about reading signals."

"oh i feel honored to caught you off guard, the smartest guy i know" your chuckle and he smiles warmly, his heart swelling with fondness for this intriguing woman.

"well, I suppose even geniuses have their blind spots, " he teases lightly, kissing you, hisarms wrap around you, holding you close as you bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. "but I'm glad you found a way to pierce through mine," Shikamaru admits, nuzzling his nose against you and holding you close, savoring the warmth and comfort of you embrace. "so, what do you say we take this back to my place?" he suggests, a playful glint in his eye. "I've got a feeling we're just getting started..."

with a final, lingering kiss, Shikamaru carefully lowers your legs to the ground, helping you stead yourself before retrieving his clothing. As you two dress, the air is thick with anticipation for what lies ahead.

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