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what are Spiky’s biggest fears, and what caused them?
[[ had to get one angsty one in there
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this is actually interesting (to me) because one of his biggest fears is what i refer to as "living downstairs," meaning inhabiting his body and the physical plane instead of the mental one, aka the "upstairs." he's so comfortable occupying his own mind that he sometimes forgets he even has a physical body to tend to, which results in him forgetting to eat or drink water or even bathe regularly. he is the personification of "head in the clouds" and being forced to consciously observe or dwell in his own body is wildly uncomfortable and scary for him at times. think of it a bit like agoraphobia, but in your own skin. it's why he's frequently impaired in his day-to-day, because it helps him to navigate the physical world more comfortably. there are other things that help with this too: nature, meditation, exposure therapy, etc. but simply having a human form and others bearing witness to it is a terrifying reality for him, so he hides behind a slew of coping mechanisms and a mask called apathy.
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suck-my-tomato · 1 year
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❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞ (post-modern c:)
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This was all planned out in his mind and there was absolutely no way it was about to go wrong. It was February 3rd, and valentine’s day was only 11 days away.. Sure, it was probably more typical to wait until the actual day to ask her to be his Valentine’s Day but Sasuke wanted more than just 1 day to treat her right (He had a lot of making up to do from their previous time dating in their youth that just 1 day couldn’t cover.) Sasuke and Cora had officially been done for a couple months now, Sasuke cut all ties with her and there was no way in hell he would be taking her back. Not after that long, and draining, conversation Sasuke had to have with Shikamaru when he brought this plan up during ‘guy’s night’ the other weekend. Everyone seemed so iffy about this, about Sasuke trying to get with Kimiko again.. And it was fair, the two of them never seemed to be able to be together without wanting to do something toxic or take something toxic. This time will be different, if Kimiko allowed it. 
Somehow between leaving his house with full confidence that his plan will work, and now sitting inside Kimiko’s home watching some comedy show with her.. His confidence is at an all time low. They have just made small talk between commercials and munching on popcorn, and the episode was at the end so eventually he was either going to have to say why he was here to make up some excuse to leave. ‘Why am I a grown ass adult having anxiety about asking her to be my Valentine’s day date?’ He couldn't help but to think to himself as he mindlessly chewed on some more popcorn. It is like the older and more sober he got, the stupider he got. 
“Did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company.” Kimiko broke through the sounds of popcorn crunching and recorded laughs. 
A quiet, embarrassed almost, laugh escaped from his lips and he went to rub at the back of his neck as a nervous tick but stopped himself just shy of reaching the spot. He didn’t want to seem nervous, he wasn’t really nervous.. But scared? Scared feels like the better term for this gut churning emotion happening inside of him right now. Scared of her saying no, scared of rejection. Scared of falling back into their old habits if she does say yes. “I had a reason..” He started out, readjusting himself on the couch so he was facing towards her with one leg pulled up on it with foot resting on his thigh, trying to seem like Mr. Calm, Cool and Collected when he was really Mr. Scared Shitless. 
“Valentine’s Day is coming up.. And I just wanted to see if you’d want to be my Valentine?” He asked but then quickly held up a finger for her to not speak just yet. “I know its early.. But my plan was to take you out a few days, or nights, each week to build up to an actual real nice date on the actual holiday… To try to make up for all the Valentine's Day dates we never got to have or the ones I didn’t do properly for you.” 
He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out one of the kiddy Valentine’s Day cards that kids passed out to each other in class. This one was a simple one with two black cats on it, their tails making a heart. “What do you say?”
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narasnooze · 1 year
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@quiet-kunoichi asked:
After the duo gets forcefully separated during their mission, Shikamaru eventually finds Kimiko in the aftermath of an ambush.. Ever stubborn and prideful, she’s attempting to hide a gnarly slice over her side.
“Look who’s alive.” She greets, hoping the bite of pain in her tone comes across as her usual brand of snarky.
   Shikamaru had generously been given a couple of injuries himself, but none that were major. There had been a close call of him losing his eye, but the sharp weapon of the enemy had only managed to leave a slim cut over his cheek. A close resemblance to one of his father’s scars, actually.
   When he finally found Kimiko, a heavy sigh of relief left him and he let himself lean against a tree for a second or two, before looking her up and down and frowning. “You’re hurt, though. Aren’t you? How bad is it? Let me see––”
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abyssaldespair · 4 months
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"I didn't know it was the last of your stash," Kimiko drawls, a one-shouldered shrug following as though the situation couldn't be helped. She had stolen what little was left of his supposedly 'top-secret' stash of weed and used it to roll herself a joint. The very same one that she takes a long drag of now, an eye squinting shut as she peers at him with one molten hue, lifting her chin and regarding him with acute interest. "Are your panties in a twist?" Her smirk is just a twitch of her lips; she wouldn't tease him so much if he didn't make it so enjoyable.
The Uchiha gives his new ‘friend’ a long unimpressed look, his brown leathered satchel wide open and empty in his hands. What’s with this woman and his weed? First she mocks him by calling him stinky, then she keeps asking him for it… And now she just steals it? Because he refused to share? “Why did you take all of it? You do know it’s my medication, right? I surely told you at some point…” He can’t clearly remember if he told her but it would have made sense if he did. With a sigh, Obito plops down next to Kimiko.
Lips purse as he weights his options… The clinic closes in a few minutes, does he have time? He’s not too keen on running right now, if only he could teleport… A glance in his bag has him raise his brows. “Did you steal my rolling paper and my lighter? Why is my grinder open? Tsk… You wasted my dry sift, I could have used that!” He’s not addicted but that’s still frustrating.
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Suddenly, an idea pops in his head and Obito quickly turns to glare at the culprit. “You’re going to give me a massage.” He states, in the same way he used to order his men. “I’ll harass you until you do.”
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historias-multorum · 6 months
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eerie black: do you think you could survive in a horror movie? do you think you'd be the first to die? [[ for Ino!
☽ send a shade of black. ☾
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"Maaybe? Maybe I'd be like the supporting lady who is resourceful? I mean, I dunno. It'd depend on the type of horror and stuff."
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kyuuzuchiha · 2 years
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“Don’t be difficult with me.”
[ PUSH ]:     Kimiko gently pushes Sasuke back to lie down so she can check him properly for injuries.
Settling Dust Prompts
Sasuke groaned softly, eyes closing as his aching body protested movement of any kind. He released a pained sound when he was fully reclined. He held his breath for a moment, eyes clenched shut, before he released a great sigh of relief and began to slowly relax each cluster of tense muscles in his body one by one. His hand fell away from his ribs, which he’d been clutching suspiciously. On the tail end of a clipped sigh, he muttered in response, “You like it when I’m difficult.” Eyes cracked open to look at her gazing down at him with a small smirk on her lips. “Else I wouldn’t be me.”
“Mhm,” she hummed softly as she slowly started to peel his clothes away from what was now an obvious injury that he could no longer shield. “Sure,” comes out, but it doesn’t sound playful as she scrunches her face into a concerned expression while assessing the wound.
He hisses when she prods at it, however gently, and he grabs her wrist. The severe look in his eyes softens when she meets his gaze, and he tries a smile again. “You... ad-dore me... this... way,” he chokes out between heavy breaths.
She shakes her head, wondering if he’s been taking his cues from Naruto all the sudden, what with the way he’s trying to turn a serious injury into a joke, even as he clearly tries not to black out. She can sense that it’s important, though, so she smiles softly, sweetly, and nods. She hums as she begins to soothe the wound with her chakra. It’s something she’s not one to do for anyone but herself in private. The use of the technique urges raw emotion to crawl up her throat, for reasons she’s not ready to talk about, but she swallows it down. Still, her eyes become vacant as the technique dredges up memories she’d rather forget.
It’s vacant when she says, “I love you this way,” as she plays along with his little game. She roots back into the present moment by anchoring herself to the smile that spreads across his lips from her words. It’ll be easier to treat him if he’s unconscious anyway, so she let’s him nod off with that smile on his lips as she adds, “Don’t ever change.” Once he’s fully out cold, she’ll use the traditional methods of manually cleaning and closing his wound. For this moment, though, she wants to ease his pain, even if only just a little.
So she continues to soothe him with her chakra and focuses on that smile as it ever-so-slowly fades while he falls asleep, hoping his peaceful visage will be enough to chase away her own inner pain. And it is, for a while... but she finds herself feeling extremely lonely when he’s fully lulled to sleep. It’s a profound loneliness that only rears its head when she goes back to those times of her youth, the times she shared with her mother learning these little techniques. It becomes ever-pressing how empty her life truly is.
How silly that a technique as simple as easing one’s pain could cause her so much emotional turmoil. How silly that tears are forming in her eyes while she preps a needle to sew him closed. Still, even so, she’s glad she was able to give him a little peace, not just because it’ll be easier to work on him this way, but... but because she does love him, pain in the ass or not. He might be difficult, but she wouldn’t have him any other way.
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shadowwolflady · 1 month
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Hatake Kakashi Headcanons
Alright. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.
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Known
Birthday September 15th
Zodiac Virgo
Height 181 cm
Weight 67.5 kg
Blood type O
Hair color silver/gray
Eye color gray
Missions completed 1,141
197 D
190 C
414 B
298 A
42 S
Fighting
Jutsu: Tai and Nin
Kekkei: Sharingan
Hidden ability: Kamui
Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist
General
Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)
Reads Icha Icha in public
Work smarter not harder
Is late to things that aren't important
Sees KIA stone in morning
Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on
If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.
If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.
He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.
Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.
Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.
His spacial awareness is insanely keen.
The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.
Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.
Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.
Has fallen out of bed.
Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.
He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.
Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.
He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.
He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.
Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.
He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.
Food
He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.
He has sharp canines.
Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury
Can cook
Likes simple meals
Doesn't like sweets
More savory food
Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.
Can handle most spices.
Fast eater
Least favorite anything fried or sweet
Drinks
Social drinker
Can hold his liquor
It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black
Tea
Water
Behavior
He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.
He will get cats out of trees for civilians.
He will help the elderly with groceries.
Calm, cool, collected.
He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.
He is usually reading or day dreaming.
He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.
Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.
He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.
Modest about his abilities.
Senses
He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.
He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature.
Hygiene
Showers at night
Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone
He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash
He shaves every morning.
Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.
Fighting Style
Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.
INSANE core strength.
Fluid movements.
Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.
Will use chakra as a last resort.
Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.
Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.
Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.
He usually waits to strike.
His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.
Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.
Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.
Sleep
He tends to sleep on his back.
He will wind up on his side.
He is a light sleeper.
Has insomnia.
He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.
He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.
If he can't sleep he will read.
If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.
He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.
Chakra
First chakra affinity is Lightning
Second is Earth
Can wield all elements due to sharingan
Mental
Has PTSD
Depression
Insomnia, hence naps.
DISSOCIATION
He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.
Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.
I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.
My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.
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He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!
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powerful-niya · 6 months
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The Tell-Tale Heart
❀Fest No Jutsu 2023❀
Naruhina Oneshot Available on: AO3 | Wattpad | Fanfiction.net |
Prompt claimed fulfilled for @wickermayne 🥰
❀Naruhina RomCom❀
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Summary: The Fourth Great Ninja War ends and Konoha is at peace; Hinata Hyuga contemplates Naruto Uzumaki's unexpected desire to spend more time with her.
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Tags: Blank Period • Canon • Canon Divergence • Declarations Of Love • Drama & Romance • Fake Relationship Trope • Fluff • Happy • Happy Ending • Humor • Light Angst • Love Confessions • Mutual Pining • Naruto Universe - Freeform • No Smut • Post War • POV Third Person • Romance • Teen Rated  •Tooth Rotting Fluff •
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❀Preview:
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Today in Konohagakure, the temperature was moderately warm.
The shining sun rose high in the cloudless, blue heavens, beaming with happiness where it took center stage above.
The residents of Konohagakure, enjoyed every moment of the new day, a day of peace and fun, as the sun smiled down on them with warm but pleasant beams.
The summer breeze flowed through the busy streets of the village, sweeping green leaves within its gentle wake where they carried on powerfully, just as the ninjas, Konoha's defenders, have done each and every day.
A year had passed since the conclusion of the Fourth Great Ninja War, allowing Konoha as a whole to at last settle down.
The streets were alive with laughter and chatter, with kids flying kites and pretending to be the ninjas they idolize, racing full speed through the crowds with their arms thrust behind them as if soaring.
Smiling villagers of all sizes and ages filled the streets, setting up their businesses and outlets to cheerfully trade their produce and wares with one another.
All around, structures and residences stood tall, having all been rebuilt from the devastation that numerous battles, particularly the Pain onslaught, had wreaked upon them.
Konoha was now endowed with brand-new structures, fresh possibilities, and new beginnings.
Ninjas, villagers, and children alike were all beaming and renewed—all appreciative of the timeless peace they had gained by never giving up, by consistently standing up for what is right, and by moving onward no matter what.
Konohagakure was now at peace.
Aside from Hinata Hyūga.
In the midst of the happiness that beamed all around her, the young kunoichi found herself having quite an episode: fingers twiddling together, her breathing escalated, cheeks red, and her mind in scrambles.
Hinata traversed the streets of Konoha dressed in her typical ninja garb, accompanied by her longtime team members and companions, Kiba and Shino.
Kiba, her loud, ferocious friend, shot her a glance with his slitted eyes, lifting an eyebrow as he sensed his shy friend's worried state.
After all, it was Hinata's idea to get together so the three of them could go for a walk through the village, get some fresh air, and just spend some time in each other's company.
However, Kiba and Shino have observed Hinata to be extremely fidgety and quiet the entire time, appearing to be preoccupied with a problem that both ninjas were overly conscious about.
Hinata was unable to stop talking about it after all.
Kiba groaned and shook his head, causing his brown curly hair to tussle about, brushing against the nape of his neck due to its increasing length.
To lighten the mood, the cheerful canine ninja gave Hinata a gentle shove with his elbow—just with the side of his folded arms.
He laughed as he caught the surprised squeak that flooded out of her lips, her body jolting as a result of being shoved out of her troublesome thoughts.
"Come on, Hinata-chan, stop overreacting already. It's not that bad." Kiba remarked with a gruff tone and an amused grin, his lips stretched wide to show off his razor-sharp canines.
Due to his delighted smile, the red triangles on his cheeks raised just a touch, his features quite robust and well-defined given his maturing age.
His voice, which had become deeper over the years, was emitted in a halfhearted manner, with little worry detected within, which did absolutely nothing to calm Hinata's anxiety.
Hinata's predicament was only made worse because of it.
Her pale cheeks grew even redder, and she found herself hiding behind the curtains of her long, midnight-blue hair, unable to meet Kiba's gaze.
"No, th-this is..."
"It's just Naruto, Hinata-chan. What does it matter whether the knucklehead wants to spend time with you? Big deal."
Kiba muttered impassively once again, simply shrugging his shoulders as if everything was normal—and especially normal for Hinata.
She shook her head. There was nothing normal about her situation.
Hinata took a glimpse at her brown-haired pal through the strands of her dark hair, only to be struck by the nonchalant expression found on his tanned face.
Kiba didn't seem bothered by her predicament or even able to understand why she was feeling the way she was, for the matter. It was certainly a sight she just couldn't comprehend.
It was quite obvious why she was so worked up.
Hinata bit her lip briefly, to deal with her nerves.
"B-But every day?" Hinata exclaimed, apprehensive.
"A-Am I the only one who finds it strange that Naruto-kun is suddenly spending so much time with me? It's s-so odd."
Hinata's meek voice broke through the gaps of her delicate lips, bursting into the village's midday hum. Such comments of hers would have been drowned out by the din of the crowd, but Kiba's keen hearing picked up on her words flawlessly.
He heard her loud and clear.
Kiba shrugged.
He genuinely did not perceive anything wrong with her current "situation."
Kiba thought Hinata was acting rather ridiculously, in fact. Every time Naruto was brought up in their many conversations, she would just revert to her usual flustered self.
The mere mention of the goofy blonde ninja always causes her to flush red all over and sends her into a stuttering frenzy. Even in her primary years, she would faint just by being in the blonde's presence.
Hinata has always been a flustered mess around Naruto, but even now, after having Hinata as a teammate for so long, Kiba has never been able to understand the immense anxiousness she would feel because of the blonde.
Apart from the fact that Naruto was now regarded as a war hero as a result of his heroic deeds during the Fourth Great Ninja War, Kiba still saw him merely as a hyperactive, dense, brainless knucklehead.
He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that anyone would feel immense anxiety around someone like him.
It was all quite ridiculous.
Kiba found nothing odd or different about Hinata's frenzied behavior nor about Naruto's desire to spend more time with Hinata. After all, they were all growing closer to one another—every single one of their friends—now more than ever.
Nothing's strange there.
Shino, on the other hand, saw a different picture.
He let out a hum of curiosity, bringing to light his presence as he walked alongside Hinata.
His eyes were shielded from the sun by black shades, so others couldn't see his facial expressions as well.
One hand of his was buried in the pocket of his long jacket, while the other lifted to stroke his chin.
"Now that you mention it. That is strange."
Shino's voice emerged from his mouth, somber and monotone, phasing with the pleasant breeze around them. He too joined the conversation between Kiba and Hinata, voicing his concerns about the current situation at hand.
Hinata's dilemma.
All in all, it shouldn't really be a dilemma.
Hinata was aware of this.
Her predicament shouldn't be one that keeps her up at night, sends her in a tizzy, and leads her to become a hot, stuttering mess whenever she thinks about it.
Naruto.
Naruto was her dilemma.
Since the war has ended and all of Konoha has spent its time relishing the peace, Naruto has been exhibiting a variety of behavioral shifts—shifts that were pretty different and quite apparent—particularly because they diverged from the customary behavior tactics he has always demonstrated.
Such changes were all very unusual to Hinata, changes that she was unable to interpret or understand.
To put it simply, Naruto's been acting quite strangely toward her.
How strange you might ask?
For starters, Hinata thought it was somewhat odd of Naruto to unexpectedly develop the longing to devote every waking moment with her.
It seemed weird to her that he wanted to see her every day at the same time at Ichiraku Ramen in order to spend time with her.
Hinata bit her lip a bit harder.
She could hear him now.
"Let's eat out again, tomorrow, Hinata-chan. At Ichiraku, same time, same place. I had such a great time with you, dattebayo!"
Hinata could still clearly remember what he said to her almost a day ago when they shared a meal together at the Ichiraku Ramen Shop.
Even then, he showed signs of immense eagerness for her that she had never seen him show before.
Hinata recalled how he constantly barraged her with many subjects of discussion, even as he spoke to her while stuffing ramen noodles into his mouth.
He told her several of his own tales, including mission experiences that actually made her laugh quite a lot. More than she's ever done in her entire life.
It was all so... strange.
Don't misunderstand Hinata; Naruto's excitement was refreshing, albeit a little overwhelming.
Indeed, Hinata has always wished to spend time with Naruto, and she can't stop herself from enjoying those moments when she gets to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and share a meal and a conversation with him, especially after the war is all said and done.
Sharing such moments with him has always been her dream.
Hinata relished the moments when Naruto lavished her with lots of attention, gazing into her eyes with a true sense of joy and care, and wanting nothing more than to spend as much time with her as he could.
And maybe, she's just overthinking.
Maybe, she's just blowing the entire situation out of proportion.
Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but she was unable to ignore Naruto's peculiar behavior toward her, including the very difference in the way he spoke to her. It consumed her mind and bugged her so much.
Hinata has made a constant effort to understand why Naruto's behavior has drastically changed in the way it did toward her and why he suddenly developed the urge to hang out with her so excessively.
This was a really big deal to her.
Hinata couldn't help but mull it all over.
In the immediate aftermath of the war, Naruto changed from scarcely recognizing her to having just fleeting conversations with her to obnoxiously craving her company all the time.
It's such a drastic change.
This cannot be a coincidence, she thought.
Hinata occasionally found herself questioning whether Naruto's motives were sincere; she wondered if perhaps he was merely allowing himself to be close to her out of pity.
Pity for her losing Neji.
Yes, the war was officially over, but even so, there were still a lot of wounds that needed to be healed, and Neji's death surely left a lot of them. A lot of wounds.
Hinata occasionally finds herself becoming very sad at the mere recollection of Neji being dead, no longer living in Konoha, but instead buried with the other valiant ninjas who fought in the war.
She would frequently experience severe depression as she recalled the events leading up to his death and once more realized that he had indeed left this world and never to return again.
Hinata often thought of such depressing memories and felt their suppressive effect on her throughout her day-to-day life, and thus, she often thought that is why Naruto wished to spend so much time with her.
Because of pity. Because of guilt.
However, she always dismissed the idea, labeling herself as ridiculous for having such negative thoughts about her dear Naruto-kun.
As a result, Hinata discovers herself becoming quite enthusiastic about the alternative reason she came up with for Naruto's behavioral changes toward her.
And that was a result of authenticity.
Maybe, just maybe, Naruto has come to want to be close to her from a genuine standpoint.
Maybe he secretly yearns to be close to her, yearns to learn more about her, or, better yet, just genuinely enjoys her company.
Maybe, Naruto has come to yearn for something more.
But just as Hinata thought of such a thing, just as she allowed her fantasies to intertwine with her thoughts, she was quick to shake them off.
Hinata squealed, covering her eyes with her hands due to her lewd thoughts.
'No, no, that can't possibly be it!" Shaking off the idea, Hinata exclaimed in a frenzy fit in her mind. It was absurd for her to think that the frequent outings she would have with Naruto were anything romantic.
Yes, Naruto yearns to see her virtually every single day.
Yes, he genuinely offers to pay for her meal at each and every get-together.
Yes, he regularly gives her his jacket whenever she grows cold, without her having to utter a single word.
But...
Those were merely the acts of a friend, Hinata thought, a friend that truly cares.
'There's nothing romantic about that.' Hinata dismissed once more, hysterically shaking her tomato-red face as she hurried on carelessly, her open-toed shoes kicking up dirt every step of the way.
However, she was interrupted from her thoughts when she once more heard the voice of her enigmatic friend, Shino, speak after a little period of silence between the three of them.
"Hm, it almost seems like the two of you are dating. Maybe that's what Naruto wants."
It was only hearing those words from Shino that led Hinata to completely lose it.
She began to feel lightheaded. Terribly lightheaded.
'Me? D-Date Naruto-kun?!?' Hinata practically screeched in her head. She was going to faint, she just knew it.
It was only a matter of time now.
She whipped around to face Shino, in an effort to quickly dismiss such a ridiculous notion from his head. She couldn't bear it.
Hinata sweat dropped, her cheeks flushed red, "No, no, Naruto-kun and I aren't d-dating. Dating o-or romance, for that matter, isn't possibly the reason for all of this. There has to be a-another explanation..."
"Hm." Shino rubbed his chin once more, "It's quite obvious what's going on here, Hinata-chan. Naruto's sudden and enthusiastic yearning to spend more time with you when the war is over. All of it seems to be pointing towards the possibility that his eyes may have opened after all this time." Shino hummed.
"The evidence is right in front of you." Shino expressed with a nod, as he tried to piece together the situation and come up with a solution.
Kiba, in contrast, just shrugged. He merely found the two humorous, trying to solve an issue that was so clear.
He shook his head, "Hinata-chan, come on. You gotta stop overthinking."
He brushed his shoulder against hers yet again, doing so with a groan, "Good kami, all of this Naruto stuff is getting you ridiculous, Hinata-chan. Come on, think about it. Isn't this what you always wanted?" He asked, blurting out what he knew had to be said.
With wrinkled brows, he gazed down at the midnight blue-haired woman beside him, watching as her lavender eyes widened at his remark.
He tilted his head, his expression somewhat solemn, "Isn't this time spent with Naruto, or rather, him wanting to spend time with you, something you always wished for?"
Hinata's eyes widened even more. Even her heart skipped a beat.
It was. It's all Hinata has ever wanted.
She's spent her entire life walking behind Naruto, always staring at his back, longing for him to turn and notice her.
She had yearned for him to realize her presence, to recognize all the times she had followed him, supported him, been influenced to become stronger by him, and even risked her life for him.
She yearned to be by his side, showering him with her affection and reverence.
She wished so badly he would one day look at her the very same way she looked at him.
That is all she has ever wished for—Naruto to notice her.
And now...
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as Kiba's words flashed through her mind, finally waking her up and causing her to realize what a blessing this entire situation was for her.
The sudden acts of Naruto wanting to spend time with her; and the genuine smiles he showers her with.
The big, warm hugs he gives her the moment she arrives at Ichiraku Ramen.
The jokes, the laughter, the smiles.
Everything.
Hinata finally considered every bit of her situation, and she used the opportunity to take a step outside of herself, away from the troubling emotions that were stifling her, and instead take in the situation as a whole.
Her breath hitched.
Indeed, she has always wanted this.
Always.
And now, with her eyes opened, she has realized how silly she has been.
She has done nothing but speculate about Naruto's motives, questioning herself as a whole for liking his behavioral shifts.
She was so worried and anxious about the whole thing, as well as flustered and embarrassed by being so close to Naruto so suddenly, that she entirely failed to notice the positive elements of her predicament.
But now...
A smile arose on Hinata's face and in that moment, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She suddenly felt the worries she's been dealing with for a couple of weeks now set sail and fly away.
She finally sensed herself becoming free from her worries; free from it all. All thanks to her friends; Kiba and Shino.
She really needed this chat.
Because now, Hinata could finally see the situation from a different perspective, a more positive approach to her situation, and now she finds herself a little bit more...
appreciative.
She bawled her fists tight by her chest, biting her lip briefly, "Y-Yes, this is what I have wanted." She whispered, finally voicing out her own wants for a change, voicing that she indeed has always wanted Naruto to notice her, just in the way he has recently.
Kiba and Shino exchanged a joyful grin, both ninjas flawlessly catching their bashful friend's answer even in the midst of the raucous outside noises around them.
It was undoubtedly like music to their ears, and they were both comforted by the fact that their friend's sentiments of embarrassment and worry were no longer clouding her judgment—no longer keeping her troubled.
The two men were pleased to find that their efforts had been successful and that their words of caution and contemplation had not been merely ignored or overlooked.
Kiba and Shino were certainly pleased to see Hinata finally diverted from her mental woes and the clamor of her irrational thoughts, which had previously blinded and hampered her. And ultimately, keeping her from finding happiness with the one man that almost everyone in the village knows can greatly comfort and increase Hinata's level of contentment.
Peace was now assured.
Kiba exclaimed joyfully, "See, there you go! So I say, quit your overreacting and relax! Enjoy the peace already!"
He shoved her shoulder again which actually caused Hinata to giggle, her body swaying a bit.
"Kami, if you're so worried about Naruto spending time with you, why don't you just ask him? Who knows, Shino might be right, your precious Naruto-kun might have finally woken up." Kiba teased with a laugh.
Hinata instantly gasped, her head space once again flooded by overwhelming thoughts, her body riddled with feelings of flusteredness.
Throughout Kiba's entire speech, one particular detail caught her attention the most.
My precious Naruto-kun.
Hinata's blush rushed back to engulf her whole tenfold, "H-Hey don't call him that!" The flustered kunoichi exclaimed in embarrassment before reaching over to slap Kiba's folded arm.
But her gesture of getting him back due to his teasing only pushed the brown-haired male to laugh and tease her even more.
"Oh, Naruto-kun! My precious Naruto-kun!"
"St-Stop it, Kiba-kun!"
"No! You make it so easy, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata grumbled, her heart racing in her chest as she was teased by Kiba but soon comforted by Shino.
After all was said and done, however, and after a much-needed conversation with her good friends, she found herself looking forward to the dinner get-together with Naruto.
Now, more than ever.
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mata-aetara-if · 1 year
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[ DEMO (TBA) ] - [ PINTEREST (TBA) ] - [ PLAYLIST (TBA) ]
🍃 This is the dev blog for my interactive fiction set in the Naruto universe titled Mata Aetara ~!
🍃 Sorry there’s not much here at the moment as the story being written is still SUPER early in development ~!  Please keep in mind I’m new to writing and creating an if so it will take a while for things to come out, and I’m doing this for fun so I don’t want to rush or put any pressure on myself. If you’re still interested in following my progress thank u so much I appreciate it 🥰
🍃 My main blog I will follow/like from: @sweetchaosyk
🍃 My interactive fiction side blog I'm most active on: @stephschoices
Summary & Features:
Slice of life, but make it Naruto. It's been 4 years since The Nine Tailed Fox wreaked havoc on your village, and things have, for the most part returned to normal. You start off playing as a genin who graduated from the academy about a year ago. Your team, and your friends teams have only been taking on the lowest level missions, but it's about time to start taking higher ranking ones! How will you maneuver life in The Hidden Leaf Village?
Choices you can make:
name
gender, pronouns, & sexuality
hair style, texture, & color
eye color
skin color & details
height
you are the medical-ninja of your team, choose to master it or learn various jutsus
chakra nature
summoning animal (options)
small weapon (options not decided yet)
dads restaurant type (options not decided yet)
RO info & tags below ⬇️
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Asahi Uchiha ( x )
he/him
One of your teammates, a member of team 3
From the Hidden Leaf Village
One of your childhood best friends, and the most talented shinobi in your class. With how humble he is you could almost say it happened accidentally though. Prefers only having a few close friends and would go to the end of the Earth for them
Niko Sarutobi ( x )
they/them
One of your teammates, a member of team 3
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Your other childhood best friend! The opposite of Asahi and will make friends wherever they go! Will always put you and Asahi first though! Is also very flexible
Shikako Nara ( x )
she/her
A member of team 5
From the Hidden Leaf Village
A shy girl from the Nara clan. Tends to think her jutsu is never good enough, but her teammates are always there to reassure her!
Inoru Yamanaka ( x )
he/him
A member of team 5
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Not a fan of Asahi, as he thinks he was the best shinobi in your class (he wasn't). Despite that, he is very talented so he has a right to be confident. As he gets older, his confidence and charisma continue to grow
Rona Inuzuka ( x )
she/her
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Her clan members can be a little chaotic, so she likes to be the responsible one wherever she goes. Safe to say she's the mom friend of your group
Jun Hyuga ( x )
he/him
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Jun is from the side branch of the Hyuga clan and tends to be quiet and reserved. He is usually uninterested in the antics you and your friends get into
Might Chai ( x )
she/her
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Chai can perform minimum ninjutsu and prefers taijutsu, just like her father and older brother. She doesn't let that get her down though! She'll do everything possible to show she's a capable kunoichi just like everyone else!
Mokoto Aburame
they/them
A member of team 9
From the Hidden Leaf Village
As long as you don't squish any bugs around them, you'll get along great. Most people call Mokoto creepy, but it's just because they dress in dark colors, don't talk much, and of course, the bugs.
Ryoku
he/him
A member of the sand team
From the Hidden Sand Village
A member of the Kazekages clan, Ryoku was born with their ability to control sand with their chakra. He has a serious personality and will protect his village with his life.
Kougetsu Hozuki ( x )
they/them
A member of the mist team
From the Hidden Mist Village
Kougetsu is an adventurous and unpredictable ninja from the very dangerous Hidden Mist Village. You never know what their next move will be. They like to keep you on your toes.
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Important tags to know:
🍃 "ch: [name]" : any info, answered asks, or aesthetics related to the charater
🍃 "ch: [team name/number]" : any info, answered asks, or aesthetics related to the team of characters
🍃 "ro asks" : any reaction / scenario asks answered about the ros
🍃 ".txt" : general text posts about Mata Aetara
🍃 "info" : information regarding Mata Aetara
🍃 "aesthetic" : and posts that give me inspiration about Mata Aetara
🍃 "q" : queued posts
🍃 "my art" : art / edits I've made for Mata Aetara
🍃 "mcs" : any mc art or edits
🍃 "picrew" : any picrews I do of the characters
🍃 "fanart" : any art of the characters
🍃 "irl inspo" : any irl people or places inspo of the characters
🍃 "character design" : official designs of the characters
🍃 "memes" : blank memes i filled out with the characters
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kunoimochi · 7 months
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𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐞𝐧
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They're so bright I can't–
Edit: these are their old color of their uniform,i change it because this one is to bright and I'm more comfortable working on with a more mute color, please check the updated one in my pinned post about yahiko gakuen 💫
Menori Arai
Members of etiquette committee, a crazy obsessed firearm guy that always carry a lighter and any type of firearm with him. Get banned from entering explosive committee storage because he's once blow up that place. Doesn't care about people around him and avoid joining social events because he hate people.
Burai Kasei
Members of P.E committee, a talkative guy that will carry any people that he find interesting everywhere. Love to compete with people especially someone who's better than him in physical education. Dislike Raiyuu tho, he thinks that guy is annoying
Fuyuto koike
Fuyuto are one of the members of accounting Committee, he's always seen with Maori since fuyuto admire him sm but at the same time fuyuto think that Maori kinda dense and clueless make him very worry about him. Have a very loud voice and talk very loud too. The top students among 4th grader. Close with senju, Date's siblings just different yk he love being around them
Reku muto
Members of equipment and storage committee, always seen carrying his weapons around make people feeling uneasy with him. Easily lose temper tho but he know how to control it. A very problematic students, a bullies, always destroy people stuff and pranking people in a extreme way for example left you in the boat in middle of the lake. Because of this he doesn't have a friend at all
Kimio oye
Kimio is one of the 'weirdos' at the yahiko gakuen, he's library committee members. He's very quiet and very mysterious boy. Close with Hagemu shirai since they both come from the same hometown.
Risaku yano
Members of biology committee, always seen with his iconic sake bottle that he replaced it with soy bean milk (but sometimes he change it into real sake in special situation)
Sunaoshi shimada
A boy that got cursed with fox mask that contains evil spirit, his hair used to be black but turn white since he got stuck with that mask. Have a cunning and sinister personality if he wear that mask, his personality is the completely opposite when he get away from that mask. Etiquette Committee members.
Poki tamanaha
Biology Committee members. Poki is the shortest among his peers, he's doesn't bothered by this eventho his friends making fun of his height. A clingy person and always try to take the Kunoichi's attention with his cute charms (what a sneaky guy) really love insect especially butterfly make him attracted to Senju. Senju clearly despise him so much but he's doesn't care about this. Love to do insect taxidermy.
Oujirou sakurazaki
Health Committee members, a clumsy guy that make a mistake in everything he do. People call him cherry boy because of his hair color that look identical to a cherry blossom tree. His hobby is ikebana a.k.a arranging flower. get bully and pranked by Reku.
Shiroshi Uyehara
There's no information about him except being a P.E committee members.
Ryomie ozaki
A exorcists or also know as the funni guy, always make a trick that he call magic to make people day better. Share his dorm with shiroshi and oujirou since his dorm is bigger inside like a whole house than on how it look outside. Have mixed blood with foreigner. Famous with the Kunoichi's since they say he have a very charming personality and look. The members of Library Committee
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spikyhairedsilhouette · 4 months
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would Spiky ever lie to Kimi? (past white lies)
if so, are there any alterior motives? what’s an example of a lie he would tell her?
[[ this is the last of my headcanon bombardment for now, thank you for entertaining us 💜
week old headcanon ask that i am just now getting to bc i'm trash || @quiet-kunoichi
short answer: yes. absolutely. i cannot emphasize enough that spiky is by no means a morally upstanding character 100% of the time (or even 50%, cause who are we kidding). these days, he's becoming less so every minute, in fact.
long answer: spiky can be blunt at times, but because he is so easily bored and apathetic, he naturally seeks ways in which to whet his intellectual appetite. sometimes that can take the form of compulsive lying, primarily when interacting with strangers. when it comes to those close to him (the few & the proud), he's less likely to lie just for the sake of it, instead using it as strategy for either self-gain or avoiding something unpleasant. for example, he will lie to her face a hundred thousand times if it means avoiding the subject of his feelings. in certain verses, he may also lie about his fidelity (or lack thereof), or he might lie as a means of eliciting a certain response out of her. say he wants to anger her, deflate her ego, or even console her, he is not above telling her something she does or doesn't want to hear in order to attain the result he desires. this might sound a little bit cruel, but it's indicative of how he's very emotionally defective, as he views these behaviors as strategies rather than manipulation or gaslighting.
i should note that as of late, i've been wanting to lean into this side of him more, but i find it difficult to break the formulaic writing style that i have for him. however, he keeps inching further and further into the shadows (pun intended), so i think maybe it's time we embrace his forthcoming villain era, don't you?
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suck-my-tomato · 1 year
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[ CARESSED ]  for Sasuke to kiss one of Kimiko’s scars (Naruto Verse!)
@quiet-kunoichi
(some meme that I reblogged 10 years ago and never got to answering)
“Hm.” Sasuke hummed as the pair laid out in the grass together, welcoming the mid-summer sun along their exposed skin. “You know, they’ll wonder why you haven’t returned to them for your payment.” The Uchiha continued on, eyes shut as his face was titled up towards the sun like a sunflower and his finger idly trailing along soft flesh of the girl beside him. “They’ll think you failed. The last Tamashi, killed by the last Uchiha.” He could already imagine the meeting the Elders and Hokage would hold if that news got back to them. No longer would they have to worry their minds about where she was and the possibility of her causing issues, but it would only raise his capture or death more of a priority. 
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When the girl didn’t make any effort to reply, Sasuke turned his head over to look at her through blades of grass and expected her to be asleep but she wasn’t. She was simply watching him, her golden eyes all but shimmering under the sunlight. Not smiling, but frowning. Simply existing, listening to the raven talk that whole time. “You never talk this much.” She did end up commenting, with what looked like a faint smile and then her own eyes shut and face lifted back up to the sky. 
 She was right, he never really did talk this much or much at all. Something inside of him seemed to have awakened when the two first met. Maybe it was the adrenaline as he was fighting for his life at first as she was attacking him, but it felt good to feel alive and see in color again. “Don’t get used to it.” Sasuke teased, turning over along the grass to roll onto his stomach and allow the sun to roam the length of his back next. It was during this turn that he caught something shimmering along the top of Kimiko’s exposed ribs and he stopped to stare at it. Of course it was a scar, their life choices had led to many scars physically and emotionally but the scar was placed where someone had clearly had intentions to kill her. 
There was no hesitation in his motions as he lifted himself up with his forearms to lean over and place his lips against that scar. This was the first time his lips have ever touched her, ever touched anyone, and it only lasted a second but that second was enough to send electricity through his own body. 
“Us against the world, it seems.” He mumbled against her skin before returning his body and head to the grass to take a little cat nap before the two of them were on the move once again.
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narutocharacterpolls · 7 months
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ROUND FOUR
KONAN vs SENJU TSUNADE
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Konan
600 BILLION PAPER BOMBS
literally the only female member of the Akatsuki and goddamn does she put up with a lot
she is fierce, quiet, intelligent, and passionate
she's an incredible fighter
she can go toe-to-toe with most of the powerhouse men in the series during the arcs she was in
she has a rich backstory, and she manages to get a sense of justice and need for control to help with her motivations outside of loving Yahiko
unique, strong and beautiful style of jutsu
very intelligent
one of the few good written female characters in the series
her flower ornament is very cute
her love for Nagato and Yahiko is sweet
her blue hair rocks
possibly the only revolutionary kunoichi in the whole story
her angel motif fucks
she is beautiful
Tsunade
milf….
was the best hokage
the regulation she created to include medics on every team saved so many lives
she's funny and a complex and interesting character
is a bad bitch
probably THE most competently written female character in the entire series
she has a very rich history that plays into her character's actions and motivations
wanting to be the best medic-nin possible in order to save more lives because she lost her love Dan, and also change the way ninja squads operated to always have a medic to save more lives did so much for the better during the war to reduce casualties
after being broken down by so many people she cares about dying, she dips and leaves behind ninja society, which has taken everything from her (including wiping out her clan)
because Tsunade is also one of the most legendary/strongest ninja alive, no one could really stop her or chain her down. It takes the conviction of a child who wants her to save the village and heal his friends to get her back to Konoha, despite the all the trauma she's endured
she's a medic with a fear of blood that overcomes that to fight her own teammate and beat his ass so Orochimaru stops killing and maiming people
she steps up to be a leader because it's what the new generation need and someone has to fix all the stuff broken by her selfish teammates and old teacher
the strongest female character both in physical strength and the strength of her writing. It's like she was written first as a character versus most of the other female characters being written first as Girl and Love Interest
Tsunade is vain and a chronic gambler and drunk, she is really brash and abrasive, she is traumatized. But she's also deeply caring, an incredibly accomplished woman, one of the smartest people/medics in the world, and a great leader
she's multi-layered. She is a woman, but her entire character isn't just Woman
finally finished the job on Jiraiya on previous poll
strong arms
she is strong and smart and quick as a whip but still soft and caring when it comes to her loved ones. Characters with rough exteriors who are mushy inside are very good
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happypanda101 · 1 month
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How Sakura’s Love Interest Ruined Her Character Development
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Alright. I promise this is the last Sakura related content I’ll do for a while. But after seeing several other people on here talk about about this subject, I thought it would be interesting to discuss. This isn’t gonna be a full on analysis, rather my thoughts as someone who loves Sakura and was disappointed to see how her character was handled in canon.
I think a lot of the fandom can be agree that Sakura’s biggest flaw was her love for Sasuke. Love is typically supposed to be a character’s strength, but unfortunately for our pink cherry blossom, it’s her weakness. And her downfall.
Now, I’ve already made it clear what my feelings on SasuSaku are. I like the pairing, they could have been better developed and aren’t nearly terrible as people claim they are. However, it would be ignorant of me to not acknowledge that canon Sasusaku is… kinda shitty.
Don’t get my wrong, they have their cute moments in blank period, like Sasuke asking Sakura to wear the clan crest, but things start going downhill when they get married and the plot of Burrito rolls around. Sakura is left to be a single mother while Sasuke is off god knows where for that stupid space alien/ “remains of Kaguya” whatever plot. Sasuke never writes to check up on his family, it’s implied that Sarada doesn’t remember him at all or what he looks like, and Sakura is left there trying to assure her poor daughter that Sasuke is doing this because he loves them. But when Sasuke comes back, he rarely acknowledges or wants to spend time with them at all. Not to mention, he seems to care more about Naruto’s kid than his own. Naruto suffers from this problem as well, but that’s a discussion for another time.
For the canon endgame, Kishimoto certainly doesn’t write any of his characters being happy in their relationships.
Anyway, Sakura and her character development. It may not have been grand as her teammates, but it was still there. Sakura went from a naive girl that was obsessed with boys and her looks to someone who acknowledged that she had to work harder if she wanted to help and protect those she cared for. She went from disliking and envying Naruto to someone who was willing to throw her ninja career away so her friend could follow his dream. She wanted to help Naruto to bring Sasuke back, but realized she wasn’t strong enough, so she went to Tsuande for help and become a damn good medical ninja as a result. She became more confident in herself and was always there to support her friends. She never needed an epic fight or a tramatic backstory, I would say her development was pretty great.
But then all of that gets thrown away whenever Sasuke comes into the picture. Sakura may be able to stand up for others, but never does she stand up for herself when it comes to Sasuke. When he belittles her in the War Arc for simply asking him what was going on, she gets all quiet and sad. Defeated. Worst part is that Naruto can’t even stand up for her properly.
The kunoichi who broke off Kaguya’s horn and aided in sealing her, therefore saving the world, is left a begging, whimpering mess for Sasuke to come back to her, to come back to team 7. And what does she get in return? A genjustu of him killing her.
And just when you think oh this has to finally get her to realize that she can do so much better than him, or at least get her to step back and reevaluate her feelings, let her spend time away from him, it’s just forgotten about! Forget traumatizing and hurting her, it’s okay because Sasuke apologized and now she wants to go with him. Don’t get me wrong, I do think that was a genuine apology, but the fact that she was just expected to forgive him at the snap of a finger was infuriating. And down right sad.
It doesn’t help that nobody else comments on it, or tells Sakura “hey, what he did was pretty shitty, you didn’t deserve that.” Or stand up for her at all. Kakashi kinda did, but it was so weak.
In Naruto, a woman’s role is to support the men, because what else are they good for? And if they ever move on from a guy they like, they’re a “terrible person,” in Kishimoto’s words. Whatever improved or developed Sakura’s character, it reverted backwards or was simply forgotten for Sasuke. Because Sakura loves him, she can never disagree or argue or fight with him, because that would make her a bad person.
Sakura had the potential to become one of the greatest heroines in anime, but that was all thrown away becasue of her misogynistic creator and his idiotic editors. She deserved better, every female character in Naruto deserved better, and burrito should have never happened because it’s an abomination to the Naruto franchise.
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Patience #1.5
(Jiraiya Smut)
[Art work is not mine! Credit to invisibleninja12]
Requested by: Myself
Word Count: 7,646 (I’m sorry it’s so long)
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Part One from Jiraiya's POV
Masturbating (Pillow Humping)
Age Gap
Power Difference (teacher/student)
Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial
Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl
Hair Pulling/Choking (for five seconds)
Soft Domination/Praising
Fingering/Oral/Titty Play
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My breath is sharp as I exhale. Pressing my hands and forehead to the wood of the hotel door doesn't ground me as much as I thought it would. This trip has been testing my patience and not in a good way.
The youthful kunoichi I've been training hasn't been kind to my thoughts. The youthful kunoichi who has a habit of ordering Chuhais with dinner, not so kindly reminding me that she is in fact an adult and not the usual 'fresh out of the academy' shinobis I train. The youthful kunoichi who gets a pissy look on her face when another woman catches my eye.
The youthful kunoichi that has a habit of turning me on, either on accident or - I'm starting to think - on purpose. She messes with my head. The skirts and dresses she wears on our days off. Her big doe eyes when she looks up at me. The way her hands linger on me the few times we touch. Her -
"Jiraiya-Sensei," my student calls, the noise muffled by the distance between us.
The soft whine sparks my mind out of the gutter and back into motion. A million different scenarios run through my head, none of them good. Why did my undercover have to meet today? Why couldn't he have waited until my kunoichi was back safely tucked away in the village?
My movements are quick but quiet as I open the hotel door, all worries chipped away just a bit once the distance is even smaller. The soft sound of the shower running and no threat to be seen calms my panic down in an instant.
The thought of checking the bathroom flickers through my mind. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate... but I've done worse things. Besides, my student called for me. What if she's in danger and I ignore her plea for help?
I stay silent, turning the door handle slowly, continuing the stealth movements as I push it open. "Please Jiraiya?" Comes her voice again, this time strained and a bit breathless.
She is not in danger, that's for sure. Through the cloth current, I can see her silhouette. It's hunched over, the sight and sounds filtering from it mixing to make a very good picture in my head. A good picture that rushes blood to my penis.
My mind is torn. My kunoichi very obviously wants me, she's begging for me as she gets herself off. But... she's my kunoichi. What if she says yes to everything in fear of her teacher? Of me? It would be hot, playing out a teacher-student fantasy like that... A fantasy that isn't fake. A fantasy that could destroy our teacher-student relationship and possibly her future as a shinobi.
My thoughts are cut off by movement in the shower, the situation being pulled to the front instead of my conflicting thoughts. Once again panic rises in my chest. What do I do? She can't see me in here. That's wrong, even too wrong for me.
I quickly work my way back out of the bathroom, doing my best to stay as quiet as before. What do I do? Pretend I was never in the bathroom, for one. Do I pretend I'm just getting back? Pretend I didn't hear any of it?
But if I do act as if I heard it her cheeks will get all pink and her eyes will blow out in their doe-like way. Why did I take on such a young woman for a student? She acts so naive and it's adorable and I just want to see how good she'd look with those eyes looking at me as she pans for me to touch her.
The sound of the water shutting off and the shower curtain opening only makes me panic more. I'm running out of time for a game plan. I'll just hide. That'll be... difficult. I'm not exactly the size of my student, I can't hide in whatever knock or cranny I find.
When the sound of the door knob turning fills the room, I panic even more, ducking into the unused closet of the hotel. Just as I'm snapping the doors closed, the bathroom door swings open.
     "Dear Lord, Sweetheart," I mumble to myself once she falls into my view. Her head is on a swivel, scanning the room, making me worry. Did she hear me? Is that why she's looking for me?
     A whine falls from the little one when she doesn't find me. The sound going straight to my penis, turning me on even more.
     My eyes trail after her as she walks across the room, my mind running laps the whole time. I can't just pop out of the closet. How the hell would I explain that? It's later in the day, maybe I can wait for her to go to bed. It'll only be three or four... hours. I sigh at the thought, it won't be fun being cramped in this closet for so long.
     I continue to watch her, which probably isn't the best choice. My dick pulses as my sweet, young, obedient student crawls into my bed. My student, stretches out on the sheets, resting for just a beat.
     My little one is back in motion soon enough, reaching for one of my pillows and tucking it between her knees. All I can think is 'Please don't' as I screw my eyes shut. She's my student. My student who is getting herself off while she thinks she's alone. My student that's mewling for me as she soaks my pillow.
     "Fuck me," I mumble, eyes snapping open when my dick starts to pulse again. The sight of my student working herself up shoves the thought of jacking off into my mind. "My student, my student, my student," I whisper to myself on repeat, reaching down to grip my dick through my pants.
     "Jiraiya," she calls again, the sound of my name echoing in my head in that breathless, needy tone of hers.
     "My student, my student, my student," I continue, snapping the closet doors open before I can stop myself. I need to leave the room, I need to pretend to just be getting back, I need to touch her before I explode.
     "My student," I whisper once more, stopping at the edge of my bed.
     The little one's hips are none stop as she humps my pillow, my literal pillow princess. My eyes snag on her pussy. She's soaked, her juices leaking through her pajama pants and starting to soak the pillowcase. "Please Sensei?" Comes another plea, snapping what little piece of righteousness I have left.
     I reach forward, gently pushing on the material of her pants, forcing it just barely into her hole. More of her juices soak out from the movement, coating my bed even quicker.
     My student yells in surprise, her body shooting up as she clings to my bedsheets, making her even more adorable. A soft moan slips from her movements as I enjoy the warmth and mess seeping from her, collecting it in my palm.
     "So chatty, aren't we?" I tease, trying to soothe her fright. I need my sweet thing to not be fearful or else I'll stop before anything happens, or else I put her future and mine in jeopardy for no reason.
     "Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei," I continue, testing the waters. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she doesn't want this, maybe this is a fantasy of hers she never actually wanted to play out. Maybe she wants me but not as 'Sensei' in bed.
     More naturally made lube seeps out of her, a sign that she does like this. A sign that my obedient little student gets off to me bossing her around. "I... um... didn't hear you," she whispers as her body language loosens, arms falling back to the bed as her hands still cling to my bed sheets.
     The tips of her ears are pink in embarrassment, and I'm sure her eyes are blown out like they usually are when I catch her doing something she's not supposed to. "Are you a chatterbox in bed, Sweetheart?" I repeat, testing the waters again, this time with a nickname.
     I reluctantly shimmy my hand out from under her before resting them on her hips. I want her moving again, I want to hear her foggy lust-filled sounds and calls for me. I want to pound her into the mattress until she's exhausted with those tired tearful eyes she gets after a training session.
     "Sometimes," comes her answer, head stiff as she looks forward. Is that a good or bad sign?
     "What have you been up to, Little One?" I ask calmly, the nickname slipping out before I can stop it. I busy my hands, forcing her hips to thrust forward in hopes the stimulation will damper the pet name.
     "While you were..." She starts, her jaw clicking shut, cutting the answer off. A muffled moan spills out nonetheless, reminding me of my forgotten hard-on still locked away in my pants.
     I stop her movements long enough to tap her cheek, a usual redirection I use when she gets too mouthy with a fellow shinobi or an employer. "Don't do that, Sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again," I confess, shifting her hips back and forth to damper my words for the second time.
     My student's head starts leaning backward, causing panic to rise in my chest. I don't think I can continue this with her looking at me. Not yet. My hands jump from her hips to grip her face, my fingertips gently digging into her cheeks. "Keep your head forward, Little One," I order, holding my breath as I wait for her response.
     The Sweet Thing goes back into position, neck straight and face forward, but only for a moment. Her head tilts to the side, adding innocence to this heated moment. Adding the small piece of approval I need to be sure she wants this too and that she won't follow an order she doesn't want to.
     "While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," she answers softly, flowing more blood to my dick as thoughts of destroying her innocent act fill my head. God it would be so good hearing her beg me to do dirty things to her, to see her pussy soaked and creamy from my cum. "Sensei?"
     The gentle question only jacks up my arousal even more. I want that word tumbling out of her as I stuff her full. "Sweetheart?" I call back, redirecting my hormones by rubbing her cheeks softly. When that isn't enough, I lean forward and press a kiss behind her ear, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as I do so.
     "If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" The question is wrapped in more fake innocence, the clenching of her thighs tipping me off to the real reasoning. My youthful pillow princess is seeping in unchecked hormones with no outlet because of how much time we spend away from the village.
     As I think of an answer, I shift to the other side of her head, repeating my kiss behind her other ear this time. "Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village," I tease, tapping into the sweet girl's jealousy. Jealousy that I now know is jealousy and not just the usual pissy attitude most young Shinobis have.
     She huffs, and I'm sure her cheeks are dusted in pink and popped out like they always are when she's angry. "Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time," I shortly explain, trying to plan the best way to ease into this.
     My sweet girl wants this, and I sure as hell know I want it, but I don't want to scare her. I don't want her rushing into things or saying yes to everything because she doesn't feel safe. Or because she doesn't know any better.
     I'd be lying if I said I haven't sniffed around about my kunoichi's dating life. At the time it was for shinobi purposes, she couldn't have any loose ends in the village if we're traveling so much. The more I sniffed, the more I found out that as far as people know, she hasn't done anything. No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no reappearing visitor, and no signs of reoccurring or occasional one-night stands. Given, that doesn't mean it hasn't happened, but the signs sure do point that way.
     If we're going to mess up our current relationship, this extreme step is going to come with as many safety nets for her as possible. From possible first-time experience to whatever aftermath this will have, she will be safe and comfortable in any way I can provide.
     "Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?" The questions come out soaked in jealousy, tugging at my heart even more. This sweet little thing is craving me so badly. I wonder how long her craving has been clawing at her.
     I laugh at her behavior before I can stop myself, still toying with the soft skin on her cheeks. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers," I answer honestly, as pieces of moving this forward click into place.
     "Lair," she huffs again, head shifting in my hold to tilt in the other direction.
     I laugh again at her answer, dipping my hands further down her face to cup it better. I push her head backward, finally ready to see her face. "Hello, Little One," I coo, soaking in her features. Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are big and dewy with embarrassment as she scans over me too.
     "Hi," she answers, voice still soft as her sight snaps away from me.
     "Aw, come on, Sweetheart," I continue to coo, trying to soothe whatever emotions are rushing through her. "Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." It takes a second, but the little one shifts her focus back to me. "What an obedient student I have," I praise her, dipping down to place drawn-out kisses across her face.
     "Sensei?" She calls once my focus shifts to the other side of her face.
     "Hush, Little One," I order, knowing I won't last long if she keeps mewling for me. My hands slide down further, cupping her throat in my hands. Her neck seems small in my hold, reminding me how big of a man I am. I keep my touches light, worried I'll hurt her.
     "But - "
     "But nothing," I cut her off, hoping I'm cutting off another 'Sensei' instead of a 'no'. "I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." I wait a second, scanning for a reaction out of the corner of my eye as I stay busy littering kisses across her skin. My Sweetheart's thighs rub together again, letting me know my plan is a go, she likes the idea of me being Sensei in bed.
     I try a gentle squeeze on her skin, starting my trial and error for her likes and dislikes. Her body jerks, her dewy eyes quickly filling with fear from the gentle kink test. I freeze my movements instantly, fingers jumping to rub her jaw and kisses forgotten. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you," I apologize gently, trying to soothe her again.
     "It's okay," my sweet girl answers, the lust-filled eyes shifting back into place, her fear from a second ago completely forgotten. She feels safe, good.
     I go back to littering her with soft kisses, continuing to tune her hormones and keep her calm. "It's not. I won't do anything you don't want, Little One," I mumble, softly shifting her behavior. She needs to know her discomfort isn't okay and that her comfort is a top priority, always, but especially right now.
     The Pillow Princess shifts, a soft mewl falling from her, reminding me once again about both of our arousals. "Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, Sweetheart?" I ask, grip tightening as I try to ignore my needs. I want to toy with her and figure out her chirps and whistles so she enjoys this. Plus, if there are more times, I want to be ready right care for her needs.
     "Please?" My sweet thing whines, her needs soaking through the single word and seeping into my core.
     "Fuck. You sound so pretty," I praise, trying my best to chase away the thoughts of pounding her right here, right now. I let my hands drop back to my obedient girl's hips, lifting her and setting her on her feet, still facing away from me. I need to calm down my thoughts and keep my mind straight before I look at her again. "My pretty pillow princess," I continue to admire, sliding my hand into her loose hair.
     Again I wait and scan for a reaction, starting my mental list of 'yes's and 'no's. When no reaction comes, I tighten my hold, being careful not to pull too hard. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?" I explain shortly, reiterating the importance of her comfort.
     "Got it," my sweet girl answers, thighs rubbing together again.
     My fingers relax in her hair, a small reward for the correct answer. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I continue to explain, gently teasing her for being so impatient for my attention.
     Her head shifts forward, my princess tugging the locks of her hair as she attempts to physically reply to me. Her vocal cords rub together in a vocalized response, making my mind flicker to the thought of her humming around my dick.
     "I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?" I tease back, filling her head with thoughts like she's done to me all day. What a teasing little princess I have.
     "Yes, Sensei." The answer makes my dick pulse again. It's becoming almost painful, the lack of attention to my needs.
     It needs to stay like this though, slow-paced and gentle so my student doesn't get spooked. I repeat it in my head a couple of times, massaging my sweet girl's roots as I redirect my thoughts.
     Once my thoughts are straightened out, I shift my attention back to my sweetheart, my hands clinging to her hips again. I tug her backward, pressing her against me in an attempt to further my thoughts straight. "There's my obedient girl," I praise, positive reinforcement for her answer.
     My fingers curl around her shirt hem, the start of her first 'lesson'. My hands move slowly, sliding over every inch of her sides as I tug her shirt up. My sweet girl squirms from the touches, disappointing me a bit. "Or not," I mutter, my dick pressed against her ass from the movements. She was doing so good, waiting so well. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it," I continue to praise, hoping she'll pass the small test this time.
     My hands fall back down, resting for a second before I lift my hands again, going even slower this round. She passes this time, leading to me tugging her shirt over her head before tossing it to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing. Are you ready for our next step?" I ask, soaking in the feeling of her stomach. It's so warm and soothing against my skin.
     My obedient girl is buzzing with nerves as she tries her best to obey me, staying still despite my purposefully teasing touches. "Yes," she answers, voice chipped and sharp as she struggles with her needs.
     I let myself fall backward, settling on the edge of the bed. "Come here, little one," I order, tugging her with me. She fits in my lap perfectly, my dick having presser added from my sweet thing sitting against it. "Turn around, Sweet Girl," I mutter, wanting to see her breasts more than I want attention to my penis.
     My student does as she's told, continuing to be my obedient girl, as my hands slide down to cup her ass. I tease the new skin in my hold, squeezing it as I admire her chest. Her boobs are perfect, just as I've imagined them to be.
     "What an obedient little thing. You're being so good. I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" I begin with another praise, hoping it'll calm any nervousness my request brings.
     I test for a response, letting go of one of her butt cheeks to gently toy with her nipple. "Okay, Sensei," comes my sweet girl's answer, face dusted and eyes wide as her hands cling to my shoulders. "Why won't you touch me, Sensei?" My student asks, the question coming out as a whimper as she shifts her hips forward, ruining her obedient streak.
     "I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient," I correct her vocally as my hand shifts to correct her physically. I don't want her rushing into things or psyching herself out.
     My sweet girl shifts back into place, quickly starting her obedient streak up again. Despite the obedience, a whine and puffed-out pouty lip come from her. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson," I promise before wrapping my mouth around her nipple.
     I latch on, sucking on her as my hand toys with her free boob. I do my best to stay gentle, softly rolling and tugging at her with my lips and fingers. I constantly switch my mouth between the two, worried she'll start aching quicker than I'll notice.
     "You're being so good," I tell her, giving my mouth a rest from suckling. "So, so good," I repeat, licking her sensitive nipple before gently sliding my teeth over the bud. I repeat the action on the other side, wanting to keep her sensitivities as even as possible.
     I use my hold on her ass to tug her into my lap, wanting to see her arch as I toy with her chest. I press her pussy against my dick, needing even the smallest amount of relief. I scan my student's face wanting to see how she reacts to the added pressure on her pussy. Her face is scrunched up, worrying me a bit.
     "Sensei?" She calls, nails suddenly present against my shoulders.
     "Yes, Little One?" I ask, worry building in my chest. Which action doesn't she like? Which one needs to stop?
     "It's starting to hurt."
     I instantly pull myself away from her, my hand dropping back to hold her by her butt and lips going to work to soothe her aching skin. "Good job, sweet girl," I encourage, peace settling into my mind at her boundary. She'll set her boundaries and now she knows I'll follow them. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward," I tell her, not satisfied with only verbally encouraging my sweet thing.
     "For what?" She asks, her mind fogging from pleasure. Again, the thought of sliding into her soaked pussy and fucking her now coats my mind, but I can't do that. She needs prep to take me. We're not to the point where I can just slide right in and pace myself as she adjusts.
"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient." I explain slowly, gripping her hips again.
     I rock my sweet girl's hips against mine, getting a "hey," rumbling out of her with a string of shaky breathes. My sweet little one clings to me, whimpers seeping out more than they're not.
It's not enough, rubbing her against me. I want to taste her, stretch her out, stuff my cock into her as she whines under me. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up," I promise, more for my needs than hers.
I stop shifting her around, my sweet girl tensing from the sudden lack of stimulation as she continues to cling to me. "Okay, Sensei," she mumbles against me, head resting against my shoulder. It would be so easy to slide into her propped against me like this. Bounce her on my dick until my sweet thing is lulled to sleep.
"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand?" I explain, mentally preparing my student for our next step and setting my expectations. "Are you going to let me spread you out?"
"Yes!" She squeals, her head lifted from my shoulder with her excitement.
I chuckle at her excitement, clinging to her as I stand up. I hold her against my chest, enjoying her body heat and her scent once again. I set my pillow princess on her feet, keeping her close to my chest as I mess with her waistband. I admire the sight of peeling her soaked pants from her legs, letting the clothing tumble to the ground.
"I can't wait to make you feel good, Little One," I confess, trailing kisses along her neck. I want to suck on her delicate skin, sink my teeth into it, and mark up my pretty kunoichi as mine. But, that'll have to wait for another time.
I move slowly, trailing my fingertips up her bare thighs as I litter more kisses cross her neck, forcing the feeling of her skin against my lips into memory. Once my hands are back to my Sweetheart's waist, I tug her back up my body for the second it takes me to set her on the bed. "Lay down princess," I direct, kissing the skin stretched across her shoulders.
My obedient girl does as I ask, lying on her back with her legs open. My eyes flicker around her body, scanning her face, rolling over her tits, and settling on her pussy for a beat before I do it again. She looks pale; is it from nervousness or fear? My sweet girl's head snaps upwards as her knees snap closed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "Jiraiya?" She calls, voice shaky and filled with the threat of tears.
"Hey," I answer gently, scanning her body language again. Her legs are shaking, her chest pumping on override, and her hands clench the bedsheets. I've pushed and probed too much. My sweet girl is overstimulated, overused by my slow pace and constant attention shifts. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?" I ask, rubbing her knees in an attempt to help her calm down.
"A lot," Comes her soft answer, breath a little less shallow this time.
I focus my attention on a different part of her, littering kisses across her smooth skin. I spell out praises with my lips, a silent form of comfort. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down," I explain, ideas of how to calm my scattered princess swirling around my head.
I settle on wrapping her up against myself, offering warmth and compression to her body. I move slowly, shifting behind her and wrapping my sweet girl in my arms before settling her against my chest again. I press her legs together cocooning them between mine to help ball her up some more. Despite the possible negative effect, I rest my head in the crook of her neck, rubbing my nose against her skin as I enjoy her scent again.
I need to be more observant next time and watch out for signs of her overstimulation. I want her to enjoy this, and being overstimulated isn't a way to do that, at least not for our first time together. Why does my student have to be so young? It adds to the attraction - for both of us I'm sure - but it means she's not good at listening to her body. Or understanding it in the first place.
"Sensei?" My sweet girl calls, pulling a hum out of me in response. "I know what being overstimulated is," her statement comes out cocky, in her usual 'I think I know more than you' way, tugging a smile to my face as my lips ghost over her shoulder.
"Do you, sweetheart?" I tease, trying to get her mind off the feelings of her body. "I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed," I let my awareness of my student's eventful evening slip out, getting my little reward of embarrassment coating her face. "So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"
My sweet girl stays silent, leaving my question unanswered. I poke her cheek, like I did earlier before letting my order slip out. "Answer me, Sweetie."
"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it," Her answer was predictable, partly from her embarrassment and partly because of how little I've done to her so far today. It's going to be a lot of work increasing her physical and mental stamina in bed.
"Mhm, that's what I thought," I tease again before littering my sweet girl with more kisses. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," I utter, toying with her thighs to see how she'll react, to see if she's ready to start again or if she's spent for the night.
"Sensei?" She whimpers, legs eagerly spreading for me.
"Sweetheart?"
She clings to me, quickly grabbing for me as she struggles to find her words. A soft "please?" falls out instead of whatever she was trying to say.
I shift my pillow princess forward before pulling off my shirt. "How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" I ask her, tugging my shirt over my head before adding it to the pile forming on the floor.
Again, I shift my sweet girl, this time back in place. The connection of her skin against my scared tissue stingings, but in a good way for once. It's a nice feeling, having her pressed against a part of me I don't let people see, let alone touch.
"Spread your legs wider, Sweet Girl," I emptily order, doing it myself before she has the chance to. I left them up, resting them on top of my own to move them easier if need be. "Good job, Little One," I hum, pampering her in another compliment as my hands dance across her inner thighs and my tongue enjoys the taste of the skin of her neck. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"
"Okay," she agrees, head lulling against my shoulder. Her hands settle on my legs, fingers gently gripping me as she prepares for the attention she's spent the evening begging for.
My touches are soft as I jump around different parts of her pussy. I settle on her entrants, adding pressure to her ignored needs. My thumb goes straight to work, rubbing circles to her swollen clit through her panties. I turn my head toward her, our noses sharing a butterfly kiss because of it.
"Look at me, Sweetheart," I almost beg, fear of overstimulating her again swirling in my head. I get what I want, watery and pupil-filled eyes staring back at me. "There are those pretty eyes. Can I have a kiss, Sweet Girl?" I ask, my attention settling on her lips. They're pink and puffy and look so good.
"Yes." Once the word is out, I clash my lips against hers. As my lips work with hers, my fingers settle on tugging off her underwear, quickly adding it to the pile on the floor.
"Wider, Sweet Thing," Another empty request as I pull her knees further apart.
The movement causes her ass to rub against my dick, my even more forgotten needs stewing in my head. This is for her. Make her feel good. My student's needs come first.
"Fuck," I groan as my fingers work through her, scooping up the mess I've made. The thought of bouncing her on my dick circles my head again, swaying me from my path of focusing on my obedient girl.
"Open your mouth," comes the first real command to leave my lips in the past few minutes. She lives up to her nickname, lips parting and tongue teasing to poke out. I'm rougher than I mean to be as I shove my fingers down her throat. The noises my sweet girl makes forcing more curses from me. "I swear I could fuck you right now," the words tumble out faster than I can stop them.
"Please?" The stifled word almost makes me crack, the sound of her blocked plea making my pants even more uncomfortable if that's even possible at this point.
     I pull my fingers out of her mouth and quickly go back to prepping her pussy. I shift my focus back and forth, rubbing slow circles into her clit before dipping my fingertips into her hole. My eyes stay locked on my sweetheart, waiting for her tint of nervousness to disappear before pushing my fingers in.
     I chase the new depth with a kiss, hoping it'll help soothe anything that might swim around her mind. Again, when I'm satisfied with the fact she's enjoying herself, I curl my fingers, getting wider eyes and opened mouth. "Hey," My obedient girl whines, back arching a bit from the new feeling.
      "Hey," I mimic, shifting to a slightly faster pace as I finger and stretch the sweet thing spread out on my lap.
     I stay focused, watching for the tip of her orgasm. For how much I want my little one to finish on my fingers, I want her to finish on my tongue more. When I see it, the slight curl of her body as her orgasm approaches, I stop, pulling my fingers out of her for good measure.
     "Hey! That's... you can't do that," she whimpers, clinging to my legs as I soak in her desperation and her big doe eyes that beg me to keep touching her.
     "I can and I did, Sweetheart," I mock, busying my hands by cupping her breasts again.
I give in to one of my wants from earlier, littering her skin with open-mouth kisses as I test different levels of grips on her boobs. I suck on her skin, just enough to please myself but not enough to leave a mark as I scan for her reactions, all of which come back positive. "We're going to play a game," I mutter, licking the last place I sucked on, worried it was a bit too hard and will leave a mark.
     "We... we are?" Comes my Kunoichi's shallow question, the words overran by her panting.
     I let out a hum, not entirely sure what our game is going to be as I tug at her thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?" It's a selfish game, one that I know benefits me as much as it benefits her. I want to hear her voice, taste her, feel her thighs squeeze my head as she wiggles on top of me.
     "Ya, yes, yeah," my student almost begs, clinging to me as she leans closer. I litter her in a few short kisses before leaning in for a deeper kiss, a small break from the heat that quickly built back up.
     I shift my sweet girl again, reluctantly peeling her off of me long enough to tug my pants off. Her eyes widen as she looks me over, anticipation or fear? The way her mouth waters, I'm going to safely assume anticipation.
     "Come here, Sweet Thing," I mutter, gripping her thighs to tug her on top of me again. She settles on my lap, shifting a bit when I lay down. I scoot her forward, ending up with her hovering over my face. "Sit, Sweetheart," I ask more than I tell her. She glances down at me, worries on her face as she continues to hover, just a bit lower this time. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," I mutter, trying to stay calm in hopes it'll calm her down too.
     I shift my hold back to her legs, tugging her down until she's sitting like I asked. I slither my tongue out, sliding it across her clit. "Jiraiya," My sweet girl whines as she shifts forward. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I hum in response, continuing to flick her clit with my tongue.
     My eyes shift up, taking in the sight of her chest hanging and pumping as she huffs for air. I tongue at her a few more times before stopping, waiting for her to follow through on her end of the deal. My sweet girl's eyes flicker for a second as she struggles, "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?"
      I dive right back in, her beg for me ringing in my head and sinking to my balls. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." Her words are broken, a mix of the pleasure I'm giving her and her heavy breathing. "I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god," The words and the feeling of her fingers tugging on my hair aren’t making this easy. I want to flip her over and sink into her right now.
     But I won't. I want her to feel good, to finish before I get my relief. My tongue jumps down, teasing her hole instead of her clit. If I can't fuck her with my cock, I'll fuck her with my tongue. I shove my tongue into her, trying to remember where I curled my fingers that got the best reactions as my tongue pokes around.
     "You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone," My sweetheart continues, hands still tugging on my hair.
     I lift the girl, partly to tease her and partly to catch my breath. "That's because you're a jealous little thing," I poke, getting a huff and a whine in response to the lack of my mouth against her. "I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl." My response is honest, for the most part. If these little rendezvous continue I'll have no interest in anyone else. If they don't, I'll try not to flirt in front of my student. Maybe.
     After my promise, I settle her back on my mouth, shifting between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue again. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My sweet girl is leaking, coating my tongue in her juices as I help her forward. "I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit."
     The confession strokes my ego along with making me pulse again. She's going to look adorable, folded up under me as I pound her pretty pussy. Said pretty pussy clenches as I dip my tongue into her again, her orgasm promised to come soon. I decide to be a jerk, sucking on her clit for the first time tonight. It’s the final shove she needs to tip over the edge.
     My sweet girl's hands cling to my hair, pulling on it as her hips shift forward. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck," She curses, back arched with her chest pushed out.
     I enjoy the reward of working my princess's orgasm out of her. My nose teases her clit, probably not the best choice since she was already overstimulated earlier, but I want her to squirm as I slurp up her cum. I let the bittersweet taste of her leak into my mouth, working to clean up every part of her before shifting her off my face.
     My sweet girl settles on my chest, panting as her wet pussy continues to leak. Her mess coats my scar, making it sting like it did earlier. I swear the feeling of it might make me cum without ever paying attention to my dick.
     "That was quick, sweet thing," I tease, scanning over her. My princess's chest is pumping faster than it should be, her legs shaking against my side, and her eyes a mix of panic and arousal. I shouldn't have kept playing with her clit, I pushed her too far again. "Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," I mutter, more to myself than her. My hands settle on her thighs, softly rubbing them to try and help her calm down.
     "I'm... I'm sorry," she rushes out, panic creeping into the unneeded apology.
     "You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," I reassure her, scooping her into my hold again. Maybe a nap will help calm her down, and give her a chance to settle her panic and nervous. I move her around, wrapping her up on my chest, and securing her legs around my waist.
     I probably shouldn't but I press myself against her, letting her pussy juices soak into my boxers. I need at least some relief if I'm going to survive my needy student. I knot her fingers along mine, a precaution for the hissy fit I'm sure she's going to through when it settles in her head that I don't plan on fucking her right now.
     My obedient girl rests against me for a second before her head pops up, desperation coating her face. "Sensei, you said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step," her words are a mess, her whines, and heavy breath jumbling up her words.
     The sweet thing's body is as desperate as her words, pussy grinding against my dick in an attempt to get the relief she thinks she needs. The movements fog my mind a bit, making it even more difficult to deny her.
     "I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," I say, in an attempt to calm her down. I follow the explanation with a string of kisses, easing out the need and panic from her skin.
     "You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair," my student continues to whine, my attempt to calm her falling flat as her hips move faster.
     My eyes scan over her, a smile tugging on my lips despite the scene in front of me. It's hot seeing how horny and needy my pretty little student is for me, because of me. I shake her hands around, thinking of another way to chill her nerves. My eyes flicker down, settling on the spot where her pussy rubs against me. She needs a nap and I need relief. It would be pretty watching her sleep as I use her as a cock warmer.
     "I'll make you a deal, okay?" I start, eyes staying in place as my sweet girl continues to stimulate the both of us. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"
     "A nap?!" She yelps in disagreement, more panic filling her face. "Sensei-"
     "Yes, a nap," I cut her off. "You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it," I try to explain, scanning her face for an actual reaction under the layers of lustful panic. "I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess." That's a promise I fully intend to fulfill.
     "Fine." The answer is short and still disappointed, but it's all I can offer without the worry of breaking her anymore. Once the word is out, I physically move my sweet girl, just enough that I can slide my boxers off, joining her in the nude.
     My hands grip her hips again, hovering her over my cock. My tip is red and pulsing from lack of attention and anticipation. "Nice and easy, Sweetheart," I mutter, gently sliding her down my shaft. Her face shifts back to pleasure, a long moan tumbling out of parted lips and begging eyes as I sink into her.
     She feels good, wrapped around me tight as I enjoy the warmth of her pussy squeezing me. My student looks good, filled to the brim with my cock. She'd look even better with my cum leaking out of her.
     "Nap time, Sweet Thing," I push out, tugging her to lay on top of me before my thoughts can outweigh my senses.
     Her head settles on my shoulder, fingers gently digging into my scar and making it sting in the new way only she seems to be able to make it. "I don't see why you can't fuck me now," my sweet girl whines once more.
     "Patience, Little One," I coo, rubbing her back as sleep starts to soak into me.
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