#there is an intimacy in nudity that is completely unrelated to sex!!

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Focus, Focus... ✞⛧

Warnings: sexual themes but no sex, intimacy, nudity, body worship, teasing, voyeurism, slight power dynamics, steam room setting at the end-

Word count: 2.6k

You're sitting on the couch with a book in your hands, but it's hard to focus. Really hard. Not because the book isn't interesting—okay, maybe it's not, but that's not the point. The real issue is the view across the room.

Vi's in the middle of a workout, and you cannot seem to tear your eyes away. She's been up for the past hour, using the living room as her impromptu gym, as usual. You've gotten used to her discipline when it comes to working out—her unrelenting drive to keep her body as strong as her spirit. But today, it's harder than ever to stay focused.

She's in the middle of doing pushups now, her body moving in fluid, controlled motions. Every time she lowers herself to the floor, her arms flex with powerful muscle, and when she pushes back up, you can see her shoulders shift, the defined muscle in her back contracting with each movement. Her form is flawless, and it's intensely distracting. The way her chest bounces slightly as she moves—god, that's not helping either.

Your fingers fumble with the pages of your book, but you're not reading it. Not even close. You're too busy watching how her body moves—how her legs spread just enough to show off the tattoos winding down her thighs, and how those same thighs swell slightly when she sinks into a squat. The material of her makeshift top—just a couple of bandages wrapped around her chest, nothing more—does little to conceal the raw power of her figure.

When she's doing sit-ups, her abs tense and flex in a way that makes you want to look away, but you can't. You're mesmerized by the way her stomach contracts with each movement. You know she's strong, you've always known, but seeing it in motion is a whole new level of appreciation. Every muscle, every inch of her body seems sculpted and toned in the most alluring way, and it's impossible to ignore.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters in through the windows, catching the faint sheen of sweat that's started to glisten on her skin. The sound of her breathing—steady and rhythmic—only adds to the intimacy of the moment, like you're the only two people in the world. It's almost hypnotic, the way she moves, the way she pushes herself, and the fact that she doesn't seem to notice your increasingly intense stare.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch, your book still open but forgotten, your heart beating a little too fast. You're trying to maintain your composure, to pretend that you're not completely falling apart on the inside, but it's getting harder by the second.

Vi does another squat, and when she rises back up, you watch the muscles in her thighs flex and stretch, her body moving with a grace that belies the raw power she holds. You swallow hard, biting back the urge to make a noise—something, anything that would reveal how much you're feeling right now. The ache in your chest, the fire in your stomach—it's all building up, and it's all because of her. Because of how she looks when she works out.

She glances over at you, catching your gaze just for a moment. Her lips curl into a small smile, but she doesn't stop what she's doing. She just keeps going, moving like she doesn't have a care in the world.

"You know," she says, breathless but teasing, "I could use a spotter, you know. You're just sitting there."

You blink, snapped out of your trance, your cheeks heating up as you try to quickly hide the fact that you've been staring at her. You cough, pretending to clear your throat as you look down at the book in your hands. "I'm, uh... I'm fine. Just, uh, reading."

Vi raises an eyebrow but doesn't push. She just shakes her head, her ponytail swishing slightly as she gets back into the groove of her workout. Her body is so toned, so perfectly in sync with the movements she's making, and you feel your breath catch in your throat every time she shifts. There's something hypnotic about it—the fluidity with which she moves, like a dancer, but also with the intensity of someone who's never going to back down.

"Come on," she calls out after a few moments, doing another squat. "Don't tell me you're gonna keep sitting there like that the whole time. You're distracting me."

Distracting you? You think, swallowing the lump in your throat. If anything, you're the one who's being distracted.

"I'm not," you say, the words coming out a little too fast. "I'm—uh—I'm just... enjoying the view."

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you immediately regret them when Vi smirks, her eyes glinting with that teasing spark you know so well.

"Oh, enjoying the view, huh?" she says, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Well, maybe I should make it more interesting for you."

You can't help but freeze at that. You know her, and you know that tone. It's the one she uses when she's about to push things a little further, when she knows she has you wrapped around her finger without even trying.

You try to hide the nervousness that starts to bubble up in your chest, but she's already giving you that look. The look that says she knows exactly what she's doing, and she knows exactly what effect it's having on you.

But instead of doing anything to make it worse, she just smiles and shifts gears, moving into a plank position. Her arms are strong, her abs taut as she holds herself up, her body forming a perfect line from her head to her toes. She's holding the position effortlessly, but every time she shifts just slightly, you catch glimpses of her muscles, the strength in her body that's so evident in every movement. It's incredibly attractive, and you're helpless to look away.

When she finally lowers herself back down to the floor and sits up with a satisfied grunt, she looks over at you again. You're still holding the book—barely—but you're not reading. Not anymore. There's only her. Always her.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Vi announces, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "You coming with me?"

The question sends a jolt through your body, and for a moment, you hesitate, wondering if you can survive this level of intensity. You've always been comfortable with her, but something about the way she's looking at you now, all sweaty and confident, makes your pulse race.

"Maybe later," you say, though the words come out more breathless than you intended. "I'm fine here."

She gives you another knowing look before she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you to deal with the rush of emotions, the mix of admiration and desire, that has you rooted to the spot.

You hear the shower start, and for a moment, you wonder how much longer you'll be able to pretend that you aren't completely and utterly captivated by her. By her strength, her beauty, and everything in between.

You're so in love with her, you think to yourself, sitting back on the couch with your book in your lap—still unread. But as the sound of water running fills the space around you, you can't help but smile to yourself. This, you realize, is what happiness feels like.

Suddenly, the book in your hands feels like a foreign object. You glance over at the bathroom door, the sound of water cascading from the shower growing louder. Every part of your body aches with the desire to be near her, to be as close as possible to the woman who has you wrapped around her finger in every way.

With a frustrated groan, you throw the book down onto the couch. It's not like you were actually reading it anyway, and the thought of just sitting there pretending to be distracted by it makes your stomach twist with impatience. Vi's in there, all sweaty and radiant, and you're done pretending you can focus on anything else.

You rise from the couch quickly, your heart hammering in your chest as you make your way toward the bathroom. Your footsteps are light but deliberate, your mind focused on the one thing that's been occupying every thought you've had in the past hour: her.

The door's already cracked open when you approach, and you can see the steam beginning to fog up the mirror. You take a deep breath, your pulse quickening as you push the door open, revealing Vi, standing under the spray of water. Her skin glows under the warm light, a mixture of sweat and water making her look even more alluring than usual. Her pink hair is damp, clinging to her neck in wet tendrils, and her muscles—those strong, defined muscles you've been watching all morning—seem even more powerful in the steam-filled air.

She doesn't turn around at first, seemingly lost in the sensation of the water running down her back, but the moment you step fully inside, she glances over her shoulder, her smirk widening as she catches sight of you.

"Thought you might join me," she says, her voice low and teasing, her eyes dark with amusement. There's something in the way she says it that sends a shiver down your spine—like she's been waiting for this, just as much as you have.

You stand there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You can't help but let your eyes drink in the sight of her: the way her muscles ripple as she shifts, the way the water runs down her body like she's some kind of goddess. Your mouth feels dry, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you finally speak.

"I couldn't just stay out there," you confess, your voice hushed. "Not when you're in here looking... like that."

Vi chuckles softly, a low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flip. "Like what?" she asks innocently, though the glint in her eye tells you she already knows the effect she's having on you. "Just a little sweaty, a little worn out from my workout. Nothing too special."

You take a step closer, moving toward her until you're standing just outside the shower, your breath quickening as the steam swirls around you. "You're everything," you murmur, your gaze falling to her chest, where the water runs in rivulets down her skin. The sight of her body, even in all its sweaty, post-workout glory, is enough to make your knees weak.

Vi eyes you with an amused yet possessive look. "You're getting all worked up over me, huh?" she teases, but her voice has that soft undertone to it that tells you she's enjoying every second of this. "Maybe you should get in here and cool off."

Without breaking your gaze, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it off swiftly, then your jeans, tossing them aside in the corner of the shower to keep them from getting soaked. The warmth of the water cascades over your skin as you step into the shower, the steam wrapping around you both like a thick blanket. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of her: Vi, standing there, the water dripping from her body in a steady stream, her muscles soft and defined in the best way. Her skin has a healthy sheen to it, still glistening from her workout, and her posture—so confident and strong—takes your breath away.

You can't help but stare at her, mesmerized by how her body moves, how her curves are accentuated by the way the water glides down her chest and sides. Her breasts, still firm with the exertion of her workout, shift slightly with every breath, and you find yourself fixated on the way her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The water beads along the curve of her neck, pooling at the dips of her collarbones, and you ache to run your fingers along the smooth, wet skin.

As she shifts slightly, turning to face you, you catch the faint outline of her muscles—those beautifully sculpted arms, the strength in her back as it ripples beneath the steam. You can see the way her biceps flex as she moves, the subtle play of muscle in her shoulders as they shift with her every movement. Her thighs are strong and firm, and the muscles in her calves ripple slightly as she shifts her weight.

The curve of her waist narrows down to her hips, and your gaze lingers there, admiring the way her body is the perfect combination of strength and femininity. The sight of her powerful, muscular legs, the way they move with an effortless grace, makes something deep in your gut tighten with both longing and admiration. You can't tear your eyes away, your mind intoxicated by the way her body has been shaped by hard work and dedication. And then there's the subtle curve of her belly, where the muscles contract with every breath, every movement.

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Vi teases, her voice a soft purr, and it snaps you out of your trance. Her eyes sparkle, half-amused, half-playful, as she catches the way your gaze lingers over her body.

You swallow hard, your lips parting slightly as your heart races. You're caught, but you don't even care.

"I just..." you stammer, trying to find the words, but they don't come. Your thoughts are too scattered, too overwhelmed by the sight of her. "You're perfect."

Vi grins at the compliment, her lips curling up in that way that always drives you wild. But she doesn't leave it at that. She steps forward, just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her body, the steam between you thick and heavy, and for a moment, you're caught in the sheer power of her presence.

You stand frozen for a heartbeat, unable to look away, as she leans in, her body brushing against yours in that teasing, seductive way she knows drives you mad. The water runs over her chest, making her skin glisten like liquid gold, and her scent—something faintly floral but earthy—is intoxicating as it fills your senses.

You step closer to her, feeling the proximity of her body heat pull you in like a magnet, until you're just inches apart. You can feel the water droplets on your skin, but it's the way she feels against you—her body pressing lightly against yours—that leaves you breathless. Her muscles flex as she shifts, the soft press of her body against yours reminding you of how strong and yet soft she is.

Vi lifts her hand, brushing the back of her fingers against your collarbone, a gentle touch that somehow sets your skin on fire. You close your eyes for a moment, just feeling her, knowing that you're exactly where you want to be—close to her, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the undeniable tension between you. The sound of the water falling is the only background to the soft catch of your breath as she moves even closer, her body now pressed against yours, the heat of her skin an overwhelming sensation.

Your hands find her hips, guiding her even closer, as your heart beats faster in your chest. You lean in and kiss her, slow at first, a tender meeting of lips, but as the kiss deepens, everything else fades into the background—the water, the steam, the sound of your hearts racing in time. All that matters is the feel of her lips, the warmth of her body against yours, and the simple fact that you're here with her, in this moment, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

[hidansbabygirl]

Honestly I don't blame you 😭 Kakuzu Gaiden is near impossible to find, I only know about it because my Chinese friend told me. The English copy isn't available easily anymore. There are also small tidbits about Hidan in Sasuke Shinden, an official TV drama and the games, which is probably why it's so hard to understand him fully, most of his canon materials are extremely niche and often ignored by fans.

Btw, parental Kakuhida can very much be considered canon, if you trust the VA's to make their own opinions about the characters they portray! In the official radio show with the Naruto VA's, they said that Hidan and Kakuzu were really cute together, like a father and his son. So...yeah, shipping them romantically doesn't sit right with me anymore.

As for the observations I was talking about...oh boy, this is going to be really messed up and creepy, not to mention pathetic. But hey, that's just Hidan in canon. Sorry if this is all too disturbing.

In Naruto SD, often Hidan is portrayed with his hand down his pants. Like, he doesn't care. He just starts doing it no matter where he is. At first it may seem like he's being perverted, but that's not the case. Because in Naruto online, they allow you to make friends with Hidan and give him gifts, and if you give him an Icha Icha novel, he's straight up traumatized.

Hidan doesn't understand what sex or intimacy is even supposed to be! Growing up in a hot springs village meant he was definitely exposed to a lot of sexual and non-sexual nudity even as a child, which likely desensitized him to pleasures of the flesh. Jashinism actively condemning bonding with anyone (and isn't that such a classic cult thing to do, to isolate their victims) certainly didn't help.

One of the main reasons Hidan is often depicted as a masochistic psychopath in fanworks is because of the scenes where his body is clearly having an intense reaction to pain. But that's not what's really happening, here, because Hidan actively says many times that he doesn't like hurting and is seen dissociating for a period after a fatal injury. It's most obvious during his fight with Asuma, he visibly blanks out for a minute on screen. It's actually a common phenomenon that can be noticed in humans in too much pain, their brains spark out and try to compensate for the extreme amounts of pain by falsely inducing a feeling of pleasure. It's....sad, to say the least. Like how a sick cat would purr to itself or a hanged inmate would get an erection in the last moments. To summerize, Hidan doesn't understand sex or intimacy, or what's proper or improper. He only knows that touching himself there feels good, and as a person who's almost always in extreme amounts of pain with no support system to fall back on, he grew to rely on that as a coping mechanism. Now he actively associates it with pleasurable memories. Doesn't mean he has any clue about perverted topics.

Also, Hidan is an extremely lonely individual. He craves human connection, even if he isn't allowed to express that desire, and would even disobey commands of Jashinism in order to please his partner. Not to mention, Hidan, for all his rambunctiousness, canonically has trouble expressing himself or asserting his opinions towards figures of authority, what being in a cult does to an mf. He truly believes that he's supposed to be in pain. He's not used to anyone prioritising his happiness or wellbeing. He definitely doesn't know what's normal and what's abusive. He can't set boundaries, he'll just let you do whatever to him so you wouldn't abandon him, if he loves you. Ugh, his character is so amazing, honestly....I can't fit everything here, I'm so sorry.

So...yeah. you could pair him with Naruto, honestly, kindness incarnate, and that still wouldn't make hardcore BDSM with Hidan ok imo. Does it matter if your partner respects your boundaries when you don't even know how to set one?

Completely unrelated random fun fact : Canonically, Hidan has never received a soft toy in his life. He's visibly perplexed by the existence of plushies. Also he loves getting flowers or chocolates or food in general.... he's easy to please, lol, you just have to feed him and talk to him nicely and he'll love you forever.

P.S: how did you feel about Quotidian? It's probably me being delusional, but near the end it seemed to me Hidan was genuinely in love with Temari but simply didn't have any way of articulating his own feelings. I'm hopelessly in love with him, so sometimes I just wonder how it'd have gone if instead of slicing his throat open, Temari had dropped the kunai and gave him a tight hug. There's a very good chance Hidan has never been touched affectionately like that by anyone in the entirety of his short existence. Ahhhh sorry I'm not normal about him. For once, I really want him to feel safe, happy and loved 💔

An another silly rant: I hate how SOME Kakuzu x Hidan shippers treat Hidan.

Okay okay, tale as old as time, two guy get shipped togedher, and the devoted fandom awakens, deciding in the blink of an eye who they think the bottom is, and from that, you have two ways to go:

1; Soft uwu boy

2; Shy tsundere.

If you want a bit of an extra spice, you make them a bit insane.

I cannot stress this enough that gladly this is not all KakuHida fans, and therefor its NOT targeted (i kinda ship them myself)

To be fair, these cathegories are harmfull stereotypes either way.

But on the more lighthearted note, they completly ignore the charakters personality either way. Hidan is silly, and adorable, but definently not in this way. This is more in responds to some fanart i saw, but i just look at it and.. Did we read the same manga? Did we watch the same anime?

I know anime fans have the abbility to turn anything into an uwu cute boy. But yeez does it irritate me.

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[cognitosclowns]

I loved your post about their laughs and was really curious about how youd describe their bodies? thank you!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOO <3333 I LOVE THIS SM

nonsexual nudity!!! discussions of weight, bodies and body image, mentions of drugs!!

THESE ARE PROBABLY GONNA STRAY A BIT FROM CANON BUT IDC <33333. Also just some,, general details?? Mostly just whatever comes to mind

Reagan

She looks a lot smaller than she is??? Maybe it's bc she has shit posture but,, he's a pretty tall lady!!

She definitely got her Dad's shoulders - not super broad, but enough that if she started working out they would be???

STOCKY HANDS <333333333 VV square hands, pretty textured bc shes,, Constantly Working With Them!! <333 she keeps her nails super short out of convenience.

CANONICALLY DRY SKIN. She does put a bit of lotion if she remembers, but it means she has,, a lot of texture on her hands and face!! Lots of gorgeous weathering <33

Brett

SUPER FIT. ABS FOR DAYS. We already get to see that he’s Built Like A Greek Sculpture. His muscles are all vvv distinct!!!

the only man here with an ass <3 rip everyone else

I LIKE TO THINK HIS CHEEKS ARE PRETTY SOFT THO??? 

He’s always had squishy cheeks since he was a kid!! When he smiles they all bunch up?? <333 IDK IF IM DESCRIBING IT CORRECTLY BUT <333 Like they’re,, constantly rosy. He breaks out into this,, Peach Colored blush so often?? <333

HIS FINGERS ARE BIG AND CLUMSY. He fumbles stuff a lot because he doesn’t have great coordination w/ em?? His nails are VERY well kept tho <333

JR

This lovely hodgepodge of traits??

He's thin enough you can see a bit of his ribs, but also has a bit of a tummy? He has visible muscle and decently broad shoulders, but his wrists would probably snap if you have him too hard of a high-five? Tent pole legs and a small torso?? Assless, practically concave. His body is hairless and smooth like a skink, except for a Very Pale happy trail.

He wears makeup to get rid of the eyebags + how Deathly Pale he looks. He needs to get more sun, he has a Vitamin D deficiency </3. Truly built like a Tuberculosis Orphan <3

I BULLY HIM BUT I DO IT WITH LOVE <333

ALSO A VV STRONG JAW??? Super squared off n firm. he is so proud of that jawline esp because he didn't have to work for it <3333

THE HANDSSSSS he definitely has Slightly Bulbous Gecko Fingers?? Kinda rosy too bc he chews his cuticles to ratshit. They’re always slightly cold and Exceptionally Soft <333

Alpha-Beta

Y'know what? I'll say it. Quintessential Dad Bod. Nobody can convince me otherwise. They hated Outis because he spoke the truth

BUT LIKE <333 broad shoulders, big stomach n thighs?? Plenty of stretchmarks everywhere!!!

Apparently the original President was an Oops All Tits situation, and while surprised, AB isn’t really complaining?? 

he definitely isn’t a fan of the body hair though ‘Was a happy trail really necessary??? he doesn’t understand why he needed body hair if nobody was ever gonna see him naked??

His skin has a buncha texture?? Laugh lines, crows feet, plenty of Wrinkles and Weathering. 

Glenn

BIG

just in,, every meaning of the word. If he had good posture, he’d tower over the entire gang.

He's the kind of strong of like,, Lumberjacks. A fuckton of muscle n fat, big shoulders - he could probably toss a desk with little to no effort.

I like to think he helped around his parents the farm since a young age, probably picked up odd jobs here and there (friends farms, local fishery) until joining the army when he graduated high school!!

He may not be as active as he was in his 20s-30s but,, Buddy He Could Still Turn You Into Jam If He Wants

MASSIVE FUCKING HANDS. Jesus you wouldn't realize it bc he doesn't Gesture A Lot but,, he could probably wrap his full hand around most ppls throats. ALSO TALONS <333 SHARP CLAWS

His teeth are the thickness of your thumb, a dulled point. He can break bone!! Yes, he’s tested, (I SHOULD CLARIFY : not on people, on Assorted Meats)

Andre

Long and thin - he has trouble keeping on weight, even though he eats like a trash compactor. you can’t see bones, but he’s definitely on the smaller side!!

SUPER LANKY, but unlike JR he doesn’t have that much muscle?? The weight he does have is mostly fat!

HES SUPER FLEXIBLE. He could probably shove himself in one of the cabinets in his office when he doesn’t wanna talk to people lmao. He can stretch backwards and grab hold of his calves (he does it to freak Myc out smdnsd)

Boniest fingers in the universe. you can see the individual like,, joints. They’re also all,, curved?? He’s broken his fingers a bunch on accident so,, they have a bunch of kinks!!

his skin and hair is vvvv oily!! he used to have really bad acne when he was a teen!! Myc lovingly teases him that the reflection of light off his forehead + hair could cook smb like an Ant in a Magnifying glass.

speaking of hair - it has this super textured, gritty feeling??? Maybe cause he forgets to clean it but,, it feels Dense n Sandy?? <333

Myc

he looks way less solid than he is??? it looks like if you poked him he’d dent

he’s actually fairly sturdy!! Like theres some give but he has Structure? He kinda feels like if you coated a Slightly Deflated Beach ball in Aloe Vera.

The bulbs on the top are probably the softest??

The Ball (tm) is straight up a giant crystal ball. There’s a slight give, but it’s basically a Firm Crystal-Like Membrane??

everything about him is slick - but in the Tacky, Oily way that some Hand Sanitizers have?? It feels like you can never get him off your hands </3

Gigi

MNSDMS SHE’S PRETTY SHORT </3 the heels help but she still has to ask Myc and Andre to get stuff from the Top Shelves.

ANDRE TEASES HER BC,, HE CAN WRAP MOST OF HIS HAND AROUND HERS??

Everything about her is very,, sharp?? High cheek bones, edge nails, etc. 

She has the kind of,, Elegant Strength that a diamond has if that makes sense??

HER SKIN IS FLAWLESS, EVERYONE ELSE IS JEALOUS. She has full access to Andre’s Mad Science + her Media Team so,, yeah she always looks like she’s just stepped down from heaven for a quick bite to eat <3

She has freckles!! she usually covers them up with makeup, so it’s very rare to see get a look at em!!! <3333 they really come out in the sun tho <3

IDK IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND BUT <333 IT WAS A BLAST TYSM ANON