#Shika imagine

[ravewoodx]

Copy& Paste: Shikamaru Nara

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It wasn’t that Shikamaru was trying to copy his father, he just happened to look just like him in every way. You and the young Nara clan leader have been together for years. Happily married at that. 

It surprised Shikamaru when he met you and all his ideas about women and marriage where out the door so fast. He found himself himself wanting things he always thought where a drag. 

“Daddy!” A loud scream came through the house as soon as Shikamaru opened the door. Little pitter patters followed by giggles through the Nara compound. 

Shikamaru crouched down already expecting little Shikaku running towards him full speed. He easily caught the toddler with one arm before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

“How was your day?” He asked as his eyes scanned for his wife. 

“Mama let me train a little, and I helped her cook dumpling soup. And boruto came over for a little.” His son went on and on. He may have looked exactly like him but he sure had your light energy. 

Shikamaru smiled when he finally noticed you walking out the hall struggling to hold a basket of clothes. His smile always seem to grow more when you where around. 

“Hey, love” Shikamarue said as he took a step closer placing a kiss to your lips. Shikaku groaned fighting to get out his fathers arms. 

“What are you doing with all this?” He asked taking the basket from you. He tried to make sure that you where resting being 9 months pregnant. But you where too stubborn for your own good. 

“I need to go through all of Shikaku old clothes, see what we can keep.” You said with a pout trying to reach back for the basket but your very round belly wasn’t helping when Shikamaru held the basket way out of your reach. 

“Let me help.” He said not letting you say anything before he sat down with the basket slowly going through it. Though before he would think this was a drag but he would do anything for you. 

“I want to help too!” Shikaku yelled running back before making himself comfy next to you.      

“When will little brother be born?” the toddler asked as he looked at your swollen belly. 

“Any day now.” You said smiling knowing Shikaku will be the best big brother.

And as you said it wasn’t even a week until you went into labor.  Having a second baby wasn’t as stressful or exciting as the first. You held the small baby in your arms as Shikamaru slowly crept in the room. Shikaku was holding his hand feeling shy. 

“Shikaku you want to meet your brother?” You asked smiling as Shikamaru picked up your son placing him in the bed with you. He couldn’t help his smile either. You may have been tried, dark bags and messy hair but to him you where still the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

“He’s so small,” Shikaku said as the baby little hand held on to his finger. 

“We have to have another one.” You said looking up giving a glare at Shikamaru. This color quickly drained outhis face as he fell to his knee besides you. 

“What?We just had a baby” Shikamaru said making you laugh.

“He looks just like Shikaku, and they both look like you. It’s copy and paste just like you and your father!” You reasoned looking down at the new born. You could already tell he was exactly like Shikamaru. He has dark fuzzy hair, dark eyes and those sharp features. 

“Why does the Nara gene have to take over everything. I just want one of our babies to look like me.” You whined making Shikamaru laugh as he pulled you just a little closer. 

“guess we will have to keep trying, you troublesome women.” He said smiling at his little family.

“I want 100 little brothers and maybe 1 sister. Then we can have our own village!” Shikaku said crawling into his fathers arms making both of you laugh.                                                                                                                                                           

#shikamaru fanart #shika #shikamaru smut #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru x oc #shikamaru #naruto #naruto next generation #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanons #shikamaru imagines #nara clan #shikaku nara #shikadai

[chaosnojutsu]

these three on a mission together when

#char chats #do you know how much i would pay to have an entire filler arc of this content #i mean for the character dev and screen time alone #but also just IMAGINE #naruto #boruto #sai yamanaka #temari #karui #ino shika cho #ish

[inoandsaislavendarmarriage]

thinking about how ppl on tumblr have been calling genin's teammates their "government assigned childhood friends" which is funny as FUCK, but also how it's slightly different for team 10, who were straight up clan-assigned childhood friends... like poor ino was all "i hope i get into the same team as sasuke!!!!" meanwhile unbeknownst to her, her dad already called the school and demanded she be put with any nara & akimichi kid available

#naruto #did their moms time their pregnancies... #straight up imagining one of them getting held back a year just to preserve the sacred ino-shika-cho formation

[murasakiirohana]

Honestly, since Hidan was in the Nara forest which is closed off to outsiders, it would have been infinitely funnier if Shikamaru had just left the hole open so that Hidan would just sit there and scream his lungs out to no avail

#'the screaming man in the Nara forest' becomes a folk tale in Konoha but it's literally a screaming man #then shika could even sit there and laugh at him when he was stressed out #maybe bring i/no and chou/ji along #i assume his team has special rights to go on in the forest so i could legit imagine ino going there and ranting about some nonsense #just because she knows it'd make hida/n's ear bleed which would make her day better

[mrs-kelly]

God man I. Irl I hate smoking. Like I wouldn’t really be with someone if they smoked just cuz of family history. But in fiction? There’s just something hot about it idk ahdjfl

#a good amount of my f/o’s smoke ahdjfl #Stan. Bigby. Nana. #Jim earlier in the series #and Chloe. and Rick would never turn down a good cigar #oh and Seb too even tho he’s not on my list ahdkfl same with shika #I don’t imagine asking them to quit but I also like to think they would do it for me #just because I won’t stand with them outside while they smoke and they can’t do it when I’m around #I’m just. sensitive to the smell and stuff. it makes me feel bad #it’s just a little fantasy of mine cuz of family stuff #like I’d be happy to help them quit. if they want #the only one I think wouldn’t really give it up is Rick and that’s cuz he doesn’t do it on the daily #it’s a special occasion thing so I think he wouldn’t think it’s a big deal #but I can imagine the rest of them coming to that decision 🥺 #well maybe not shika but. I don’t think of him often enough to be sad about that shfjfl #ren speaks #jimren

[thecuriousquest]

Can I PLEASE request yandere Shikamaru x reader when he's like being hella condensing making you second guess yourself

You Have Friends?

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, hair pulling, manipulation, Shikamaru is an asshole in this, kind of bullying, SFW

Checkout my Master List here.

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Pulling your head back by your hair in a strong grip, Shikamaru glowers at you. “You weren’t really thinking about going out all by yourself now were you?”

You wince in pain, your scalp begging for release. “No, Shika, I was going to meet up with Hinata for dinner! We were just gonna get ramen, please, let go!”

He sneers at you, releasing his grip on your hair before a cool expression takes place. It’s as if a switch has been flipped and an entirely different person is in front of you.

“Why would you be going out with Hinata?” He inquires as he slips his hands into his pockets.

“Because…well…she’s my friend.” You nervously fiddle with the hem of your skirt. “I like her. I just wanted to spend some time with her.”

“Do you really think she likes you back? Oh, come on. Dumpling, Y/N, you can’t honestly be that naive.”

You bite your lip in hopes that it will stop trembling. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone in this village talks about you behind your back.” He takes his hands out of his pockets and places them on your waist. “Everyone.”

Do they really? You had honestly thought Hinata was being genuine when she wanted to go out to dinner with you. Being new to this area, you don’t really know a whole lot of people aside from Shikamaru.

“Hinata seemed so nice, though. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Try using that thing between your ears and think for once. She was probably just gonna stand you up and laugh about it behind your back with Ino and Sakura. Those three are always gossiping together about something or another. You know how girls are.”

“I’m not like that, Shikamaru!”

“Sure you’re not, Dumpling.” He gives you a soft pat on the hip.

You push at his chest and sit down on the foot of the bed. No matter how much you try to keep your back straight, your spine slowly begins to wilt with the weight of Shikamaru’s words. Could he be right? Could the three of them really be talking about you and laughing behind your back at this very moment? Would Hinata really stand you up just to be mean and petty after you found her so welcoming?

Shikamaru regards you, and he can visibly see the impact he has on you. Like a true predator, he goes in for the kill. “I mean, if you really want to go out, then by all means, go. When you come home, I don’t want to hear you crying about how Hinata never showed up.”

You look up at Shikamaru as you blink back tears. He’s known these people his entire life. He would know them better than you ever could possibly imagine.

As you nod your head, you place your hands in your lap. “Okay, Shika, you’re probably right. I don’t know these people as well as you do, so if you think I should stay home, then I will.”

Shikamaru places a hand on your head and runs his thumb over your hair. “Why is it that I always somehow have to end up protecting you?”

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden #shikamaru nara #shikamaru imagines #naruto shikamaru #yandere shikamaru #shikamaru x reader #yandere shikamaru x reader

[bythepen98]

Doodle || ShikaNaru 💚💛

Older ShikaNaru doodle. Naruto distressed bc of the paperwork while Shika just kisses his head in support and leaves him to it (lmao). I also like the idea of Naruto wearing casual clothes that has a Nara symbol while Shikamaru would probably have an accessory with the Uzumaki symbol.

Oh and pretend there are bandages on chibi Naruto's hand. Only just noticed that I forgot to include it 🤦‍♀️/N

I also haven't watched boruto but imagining shikanaru being an old(er) married couple made me giddy so I just searched up what their boruto selves looked like and drew them. //N

#fanart #naruto fanart #boruto #naruto uzumaki #shikamaru nara #shikanaru #shikanaru fanart #shikamaru fanart #shikamaru x naruto #they love e/o so much :( #doodle #myart #sketch #traditional art #pen sketch #character art #artists on tumblr

[evilminji]

Back on my DpxNaruto ideas cause there's room for SHENANIGANS~!

You ever go on a BIT of a road trip? To a Really Good Restaurant you've heard exsists waaaaay that away? And it's far... but not Unreasonably Far(TM)? You could make it a day trip! Maybe check out the surrounding area! Buy some other stuff or see the sights.

You got a long weekend.

And you heard it's REAL good.

Imagine~! If you will! Broke ass, scruffy, Built Like His Father, Feral Like His Mother, "just here for the snacks, man" type College Student type Danny! A GIANT. Perpetually reeks of engineering oils and the unplace-able yet universally familiar scent of Ectoplasm. And? Probably whatever high-end self care products Sam's mom sends her, since Tucker can't use um.

He eats like a bottomless VOID because somehow he's STILL growing. Will be for centuries. Long after his HUMAN half stops? His ghost half is gonna keep going.

Sucks, man. :/

He hungy.

But he already SPENT his monthly budget on that part he desperately needed. And cheap ramen sucks after the fifth meal in a row. And it's not like he can go fishing or anything. So what to do???

Visit... lunch lady? Maybe? He considers?

He figures "Why Not?". Makes a portal and lazily floats towards the Box-Lady Lair. But? So deep in though is he? He doesn't look where he's GOING and *gentle bonk* oop! Oh man! He's so sorry!

Some giant dude in armor with a HUGE mane of hair. The guy just laughs good naturedly, says it's fine. And turns out? They're going the same way! He's part of Lunch Lady's Cooking Club. Oh, sweet! Danny's heard she started one of those...

But wait! If he's heading over? Is the club NOW?

No, no! He's assured. The guy also watchs Lunch Box for them. He's good with kids, comes with being part of a big clan.

They get talking. Danny fascinated. Ninjas, huh? Cool. And that's when? The guy drops, with no small amount of pride, the little tidbit.... that oh by the way~ no big DEAL~☆

But WE produced some of the BEST cooks in the ENTIRE known world.

:O

Okay now he HAS to try this food. This guy is waxing poetic about it. Descriptions that make him actively drool. Mentioning how this aunt ran THIS stall and that nephew was learning at THAT restaurant. And Danny just? W... Where did you say this was?

Hell yeah! Direction? Achieved!

Danny gonna get him some FANCY BBQ! \( ^ - ^ )/

Smash cut to him making a day of it. Finding the right area. Asking around. Trading some stuff from the Speeder to a dude for not only the location body but permission to take his wallet. Guy says he can have it in return for a travel chess set and a proper grave. Nice!

So he locks up the Speeder, squeezes past the weird "Summon Realms" bubbles, dodges the SUPER cranky Shinigami, aaaaand? We're in! BBQ here we come! It's takes like? Basically nothing to find the guy's body. He's supposed to burn it, put it in an urn, and deliver it to one of some Deer clan near the BBQ shop. Along with his stuff.

Hope they don't mind ice urns.

Just? Imagine A Void. Like Vanta Black. A hole in the world in the shape of where a man SHOULD be. Where ANYTHING should be. You can see through it, the color of simple existence fighting to make your eyes overlook What Is Not. Were it 2D, you know you would be able to see it clearly, but in the presence of a third dimension?

It's Not There.

You are LOOKING at it... and everything it is, is Empty. Void. A perfect Nothing.

Not hot or cold, neither light nor dark, just... Not There. With Chakra being present in all life. Air, the soil beneath you, all of it. This is? A perfect shadow upon the world. No suppressed Chakra, no hidden bloodline trick.

It's like the Patron Spirit(s) of the Ino-Shika-Cho decided to come and visit.

Or, more accurately, the SON of one such spirit decided to sneak off and visit. He has the height, the hunger, and the gregarious nature. The perfect shadow, the black hair, and the incredible intelligence. And those blue eyes? The ability to dive into bodies and take them over? (He wanted to see if he could do it WHILE his "new friend" was doing it to someone)

Most terrifying, though? APPARENTLY his mother? Was some Uzumaki Spirit. Red hair, purple eyes, his dad fell in love with her at first ass-kicking defeat. Terrifying women and Nara's, man. Good to know it even transcends biology. Even their GAURDIAN SPIRITS fall to it.

Now the question?

What sort is THIS one? And can they, POLITELY, make it leave?

@babbling-babull @lolottes @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter

#dpxnaruto #dpxnaruto prompt #bbq road trip au

[animeomegas]

About little Shikamaru finding his mate pretty early on; what would he think if his little obsession had a kid crush on one of the teachers? Or just any fleeting kind of crush

(Sorry, I just imagined little Shika trying to threaten Kakashi 🤣)

Haha, Shikamaru would definitely be jealous.

I'm imagining parents evening at the academy, and Shikamaru obviously hates Iruka. Shikaku is so confused as to why Shikamaru suddenly hates his teacher.

And then he sees Shikamaru's obsession blushing with their obvious puppy crush on Iruka and everything makes sense.

Shikaku doesn't know what he did to deserves this pre teen drama in his life🙄

#nara obsessions #asks #shikamaru

[ravewoodx]

Shikamaru imagine: Arranged Marriage pt 7

(Pt 1) (Pt 8)

You never realized how fast time goes by when you’re free. When you pick what you get to do everyday. It was almost 2 years since you left the Nara compound. You left to the village of the hidden mist. You gotten a job at the hospital there and made a home for yourself.

It was hard, you struggled to make ends meet and get a home for the baby. And you where utterly alone with no one to help. You would think about what would’ve been if you stayed and gotten married. But now you think what is Shikamaru doing. Maybe he married Temari and already has a baby and long forgotten about you. All you hope was that he was happy.

You where happy, lonely but happy. You never felt such strong love until your son was born. He was a copy and paste version of Shikamaru. He dark hair. The dark eyes. Everything about him was his fathers. Yet some days you see the moon in his eyes.

“Shikaku.” You warned as you pulled the toddler that was barley over one closer to you. You felt uneasy being back at the leaf village but you thought it was long enough that shikamaru wouldn’t notice you. Plus the village has grown so much, with so many new people. There was a better job offer at the hospital here that you had to take. You had to for a better life for your son.

“Mama” he mumbled as he raised his arms for you to pick him up.

“Come on Kaku.” You said lifting him on to your hip as you walked to your new home.

It was easy to settle and get into routine. Even for a toddler shikaku was too smart and quickly got used the new preschool you dropped him off at. Your shifts at the hospital weren’t terrible. 3 days a week, 10 hours shifts. Gave you 4 days for your son alone.

It was another day as you helped prep the surgery room. Apparently there was a mission that has gone south and ninjas where being brought back straight into surgery.

“Y/n?” A nursed called for you.

“Hm?” You asked. Stepping out the ORT room confused on why you where being pulled.

“There’s a call from your sons preschool.” She said giving you a smile. You rushed over to the phone, panties something may have happened.

“Hello this is y/n, Kaku mother.” You didn’t give the school his real name, you knew everyone knew he Nara family in the hidden leaf village. You knew how careful you head to be staying here.

“Can you please come down to the school. Kaku is alright. Just something we need to discuss.” His teacher stated making you huff in a breath.

Within 10 minutes you where at the school. You saw Kaku playing in the sandbox with some other kids.

“Hello ms y/l/n?” His teacher asked as she let you into her office.

“What’s going on?” You asked sitting down.

“Today during art time. Another tried to take Kaku crayon. He got really upset. It was like a jitsu but i don’t know how to explain it. He paralyzed the boy with his shadow.” She started making your heart drop.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered running your hands through your hair.

“Has you shown such great abilities before? He has great chakra control. I have never seen it this so young.” She asked smiling hoping to reassure you nothing was wrong.

“Its been getting more out of control since he turned 1. But it does not happen often. I have been training him to the best I can. He’s only a little over one.” You said hoping and praying he wouldn’t get kicked out of school.

“I suppose I can talk with the ninja academy and see what they say.” The teacher offered.

“He is only a toddler. I want him to have a childhood. Please.” You said before taking your leave. You knew the Nara clan was powerful but you didn’t expect this much power this early on.

“Kaku.” You said bending down with your arms out letting him running to you. His dark hair tied in a bun on top of his head. Your only task to is to love him and keep him safe.

The next day

“You have 2 meetings this afternoon, as well as these reports that came in. They need to be reviewed.” Shikamaru said standing in front of Kakashi desk.

“Have you went over them.” The hokage asked looking at his advisor.

“Only gotten through half.” He said with a bored expression.

“Well I found a very interesting report for the preschool.” Kakashi said as he pulled out a folder sliding it over the desk.

“A toddler using jujitsu?” Shikamaru said not sure why Kakashi even was giving him this report.

“Barley over 1, using a paralyzing shadow jujitsu on another.” Kakashi correct making shikamaru gain interest. The Nara clan is the only one to use shadow jujitsu, this must have been some kind of mistake.

“That baby has better chakra control then some jinion I know.” Kakashi joked before going back to his book.

“I’ll look into it.” Shikamaru said before leaving the office. He headed over to the preschool only a few blocks from the office. He did not notice anything strange. Just children playing. He headed over to classroom 3-B hoping to find the teacher.

Shikamaru walked in to see a few kids playing tag. A few girls playing with dolls and one rolls er sitting at a table himself. He almost felt his soul drain out as he sat down in front of the little boy.

“What you drawing there?” Shikamaru asked. The boy was precious and yet so familiar. His dark hair tied into a top bun look awfully similar to his own. But when he looked up shikamaru almost had a heart attack. It was like looking in the mirror. Or at an old photo of himself. But the boys dark eyes had a glow, he could almost see the moon in them.

“Trees” The little toddler said but the picture was more of green scribbles.

“What’s your name.” Shikamaru asked as he tried to understand what was going on. He could be just crazy, his own daunting thoughts and day dreams of what could have been are playing games with him. 

“Kaku.” He said not paying much mind as his little legs swinging as he sat still scribbling on the page. 

“How old are you?” He kept asking, he was very surprised that this toddler was replying. He just looked up holding out his pointer finger. 

“Just one huh?” Shikamaru said rubbing his jaw. 

“Nara-kun, sorry I did not notice you earlier. Is this about the report I filled?” The teacher asked as she came up to the table. 

“Yeah, I’m assume this little one used the shadow jitsu?” Shikamaru just needed to confirm. 

“Yes.” 

“Can I have the file on him, his family and home address.” He stated going back to watching the little boy in front of him that paid no mind to anything around him at the moment. 

“Yes of course.” They said before hurrying back with a folder. It was pretty thin, not much paperwork. His breath hitched when he noticed y/n y/l/n scribbled under the mothers name. It felt like a wave of emotions he has been holding back hit him all at once. 

This can’t be real.

#shika #shikamaru x you #shikamaru nara #shikamaru #shikamaru angst #shikamaru smut #shikamaru fanart #shikamaru imagines #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru fluff #shikamaru fanfiction #shikamaru x reader #naruto imagines #naruto fanfiction #naruto headcanons #shikaku nara

[delirious-donna]

Shikamaru’s cock is massive. Like I’m talking a monster cock here. And he knows.

But he is a little self conscious about it! He knows bigger is not always better, especially when he is so thick around his base that he has to focus extra intently on getting that last inch and a half in, carefully, so as to not destroy her.

I’m imagining him treating a new partner very delicately, like a daffodil, doing his best to get her as sopping as possible so when he can finally, FINALLY, thrust in, she feels nothing but electrifying pleasure. 🕷

🕷 oh my dear... you really do know how to feed me well. This was such a treat to read and yes, I concur, Shika is very well endowed. Makes me so sad to think that he is self-conscious about it but I can certainly imagine him being that way. He would treat a new partner like a fucking queen, and anyone can fight me if they disagree!

Let's have a peek, huh?

"Shika... please. Just fuck me already!"

The answering chuckle was dark... knowing... enough for your toes to curl into the sheets.

Shikamaru raised his inky irises, that annoying cock to his eyebrow as lips and chin shining with arousal came into sight. He flashed a lopsided smirk before his teeth nipped at the crease of your thigh. His fingers continued their assault on your sopping pussy, scissoring and twisting.

The past hour had been a blur of pleasure, every little action serving the higher purpose of preparing you. You knew how big he was, remembered the first time he had let you see the monster that lurked below his waistline.

What a difference it was from simply feeling it through the layers of his clothes and seeing it naked before your eyes. The gasp has fled your lips before you think to stop it. Shika had groaned, averting his eyes whilst a rose hue coated the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

It was big and that was with a capital B.

However, what stood out most was the sheer girth. Your little hands could wrap around it, but the closer you came to the base, the harder it became to keep within your fist.

Shika was so very sensitive, especially the darkly blushing tip that flared down into a prominent mushroom before his shaft curved ever so slightly to the right.

You had spent an age learning every vein that beat against his flesh, each little area that made him hiss through clenched teeth and exactly how much pressure he liked. Yet, when it came to the time of finally taking that last step and asking him so sweetly, so desperately for him to fuck you - he hesitated.

He had warned you. A drawl of a lecture that he wouldn't give you the dick you craved until he was satisfied you could take it. It was said with a smirk but you could peer past the veil to see his sincere concern and it tugged your heart.

The man named the lazy genius was certainly not lazy this night. He had spent an age simply kissing you, fondling your aching body, narrating exactly what he was going to do and you were a puddle for him.

"So wet already, princess. You that desperate f'me?"

You were, you really were. He had worshipped your skin; hands feeling the weight of your breasts, thumbs that flicked at your nipples that stiffened under his intense scrutiny.

Shika left a wealth of possessive marks, it was a treasure trail as he journeyed lower until he was ready to feast on your pussy. You were more than wet, you were drenched and each time he refused your advances to 'get to it', your blood simmered ever hotter.

When he finally - finally - gave in, you were already seeing stars from the pressure of his weeping cock head prodding at your entrance alone.

The slow sink was blissful agony, your walls forced apart and your hips wantonly attempting to rock up to help him slide in further. Shika halted you with a groan, sweat beaded on his brow.

"Gotta - shit - princess, gotta stay still... please."

That last inch is a bother. The burn is tight against your cunt, the muscles stretched to capacity as his girth settles at your entrance. A lazy thumb grinds against your puffy clit, sending sparks to ignite in your veins as a final groan flares to life.

Shika smiles brightly, an unusual sight on his stoic face but you accept it. His lips bruise with intensity, kissing the air from your lungs whilst he shifts back to thrust back in instantly.

Oh fuck... the prep was worth it. The wait is more than worth it for how he is going to ruin you, but without a hint of pain.

#delirious answers #🕷 anon #shikamaru thirst #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru smut

[uchihabbynic]

The Morning

Characters: Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader 

Mentions: Ino Yamanaka 

a/n: I’ve been stuck with the most insane brainrot for Shikamaru for the past 72 hours - like my insides were gonna explode so this is a total random word vomit. Minimal plot, just vibes & Shikamaru smut 😈✨

Warnings: Smut; Unprotected Sex, Smoking, Brief Drug Use (Marijuana)

Word Count: 2.7k

Mood 🎧: Power of A Woman - Ella Mai

You lay awake in the early hours of the morning peeking through the curtains of his bedroom window, watching as the sun tried to break through the dark, rain filled clouds that had covered the sky since the night before. You were as still as a glass lake on a windless day, careful to not awaken a sleeping Shikamaru as you knew how much he valued his sleep.

You deeply inhaled the intoxicating, musky scent coming from the oversized gray t-shirt that Shika had let you borrow the night before. The wonderfully addicting smell filled your nostrils every time you shifted under the covers, sending icy shivers down your spine. While you and Shikmaru were seemingly content with being nothing more than close friends, recently - you’d noticed a newfound tension between you two.

(Cliché, I know)

The lingering touches, the intense eye contact that neither of you seem to wanna break, the faint blush that crawled across his cheeks - which was a bit uncharacteristic for him. And now - lying half naked next to the boy you’d been friends with since grade school just solidified the idea that you weren’t just imagining all these things. 

Suddenly, you felt movement coming from the other side of the bed.

“Mmm.” Shikamaru grumbled as he turned over on his side - most of his face buried deep under the plush comforter. Messy strands of jet black hair laid sprawled across his pillow as he could never keep his ponytail intact while he slept. 

“Mornin.” He managed. The deep, raspiness of his sleepy voice made your heart flutter. His almond eyes slowly opened and he peeked over the blanket, meeting your own (E/C) eyes. 

“How’d you sleep?” You whispered, turning back on your side, face to face with the Nara. 

“Fine. You?” Shikamaru asked followed by an exaggerated yawn before settling back down into the blanket next to you. 

A small smile crept across your face. “I slept great. Thanks for helping me last night.” 

“No need to thank me.” He mumbled, eyes fluttering - fighting to stay open.

“You were plastered, so there was no way I was letting you go home alone.” Despite the drowsiness that consumed Shikamaru after just having woken up, he managed a tiny smile. 

“Shikamaru, the hero.” You let out a soft chuckle as you sat up in bed and carefully peeled the covers back, stepping onto the cold wooden floor beneath you.

 “Coffee?” You asked as you shoved your feet into the thigh high socks you had previously thrown off the edge of the bed. 

“Hm, that’d be nice.” Shikamaru replied, now propped up in bed on a mound of pillows, eyes gently closed once more - resting peacefully. 

As you made your way across the bedroom and into the kitchen, Shikamaru couldn’t help but to force an eye open and peek at you as your hips swayed across the room. He quite loved the view of your perky nipples that protruded through the oversized heather gray tee he’d given you and plushy thighs that rubbed together with every step. This caused Shika to shift, adjusting himself under the blankets, ensuring that his morning wood stayed under control as much as possible. 

The aroma of black coffee beans filled the small apartment as you brewed a cup for yourself and Shika, still allowing yourselves time to fully wake up. 

Something had been on Shikamaru’s mind since he’d taken you back to his place from the bar that you and your friends had been spending the evening at. He’d overheard a drunken conversation you’d had with Ino and it had been replaying in his head since then. Being the analytical man that he was, Shika spent a good majority of the night playing it cool but trying to interpret every possible scenario of what he heard you say last night. 

Did she really mean that? -No, she was just drunk.

Maybe she wasn’t talking about me. I must have heard it wrong. 

You handed the piping hot mug to Shikamaru who was in the middle of re-adjusting his sleek, black ponytail. An uneasiness filled the pit of his stomach as he watched you climb back onto the bed, settling next to him. He figured there was no point in driving himself crazy over what he heard - he may as well put it all out there and hope for the best.

“Y/N. Can I ask you something?” Shikamaru’s jaw clenched, bracing himself for your response.

You peered over a Shika who was staring down at his mug, the steam flowing effortlessly out of the hot Cup of Joe he held. At that moment, he was determined to not make any eye contact and that in itself made you nervous.

“S-sure. What’s up?” you asked cautiously, taking a small sip from your own mug. The coffee warmed your belly in the best of ways, like receiving a hug from someone wearing a fuzzy sweater or wrapping yourself in a blanket fresh out the dryer. 

Shika scratched the back of his head, more fidgety than normal. You held your breath for what was to come. Nara was always so put together. So sure of himself. Nerves very rarely got the best of him, so to see him in such an unsettled state - you had no idea what could possibly be on his mind. 

“Well. I’m going to just come right out and say it.” He paused briefly before taking a deep breath. 

“I heard you say something to Ino last night and I just… I know you were drunk but I thought I'd heard you say something about sleeping with me but not wanting to make our friendship weird...” He continued, cursing under his breath, instantly regretting having said anything - fearful that he may have ruined a nice, pure morning with his accusation. 

Your heart rate immediately increased, thousands of questions prowled your mind as your eyes blew wide at the shocking realization that Shikamaru had indeed overheard your drunken rant to your best friend Ino about how much you’d fantasized recently about fucking Shikamaru but that you wouldnt dare ruin a perfectly good friendship. You suddenly sat in your own painful vulnerability as your cover was blown. You were exposed and there was no time to backpedal.

Shikamaru sat, now making eye contact with you as he patiently awaited your response but when he didn't immediately receive one, he panicked. 

“You know what? Forget I said anything. The coffee’s really good.” he breathed out, awkwardly trying to avoid the subject. 

“What? No. I’m sorry, I-” You were swimming in your own head trying to figure out what kind of response to give Shikamaru. He was the most intelligent man you knew, therefore; there was no need to lie as he’d figure you out eventually anyways.

“It’s true. I said that.” You boldly admitted to which Shikamaru’s head snapped up - his gorgeous chocolatey eyes as big as could be before regaining composure, forcing his expression to go back to a blank one.

Shikamaru raised his brow. “Did you now?” he replied coolly yet obviously intrigued. 

Shika never wanted to show an ounce of vulnerability so playing it cool was his natural defense mechanism. 

“-So what are you gonna do about it?” His eyes now traveling up and down your body, fixated on your shapely figure. It was no surprise that you looked 100x better in any of his clothes than he did. 

You leaned forward, mere inches from Nara’s face. “You tell me.” you smirked. 

No sooner than you could utter another word, Shikamaru cupped your face forcefully pulling you into him as your lips crashed into one another. You feverishly melted into the spontaneous kiss that Shika had planted on you. Considering he was a regular smoker, his lips were as soft as you’d always imagined them to be. Both of your tongues were fighting for dominance but being a woman who never backed down from a challenge - you didn’t let up even once, being sure to assert yourself. 

The room was filled with breathy pants as you pushed Shikamaru back onto the bed - his back flat on the mattress, your lips still sewn to his as if it was all you knew in that moment. You climbed atop Shikamaru, straddling his waist. You immediately felt his thick, hard member brush against your inner thigh which evoked a muffled groan to leave his throat at the foreign contact. 

You detached your lips from his just long enough to attach them to his jaw bone - sucking and nipping at all the most sensitive spots. You let out a soft moan as you felt his large hands smack both ass cheeks, gripping onto them forcefully. Shika was quite fond of the color green so it was no surprise that you had “unintentionally” slipped into olive green hipsters to sleep in the night before.

You continued to move down his neck, desperately leaving a trail of purple bruises as you went. The heat between your legs became an overwhelming sensation as you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You began skillfully rolling your hips over Shikamaru’s boxer briefs - his large cock curved to one side begging to be freed. 

“Shit.” he grumbled lazily as he jerked underneath you at the delicious friction you were rewarding him with. You smiled on his scorching hot skin, proud of the subtle praise Shika was giving you as you greedily continued to plant kisses all across his neck causing him to squirm. 

“I want it.” You breathed out, desperate for Shikamaru’s cock to fill every inch of you. Best friend or not, the man was gorgeous and this was one fantasy you weren’t going to let slip away. 

“Then take it babygirl, it’s all yours.” he cooed, arms propped up behind his head allowing the perfect view of you as he watched you peel off the T-shirt that was now drenched in your sweat. Your tits fell out with ease evoking his constricted member to jump ever so slightly in the briefs that held it in.

Without hesitation, you hooked your fingers into the hem of his briefs, eagerly pulling them down past his thick, hairy thighs causing his cock to bounce up forcefully slapping his abdomen. You crawled down his body until you were face to face with his oozing, hard member, giving the tip a small kitten lick causing Shikamaru to jerk once more under you. 

“Don’t tease me sweetheart.” Shikamaru spat, unable to sit still as the coolness of the AC and the warm heat of your breath lingered over his red, swollen cock.

 As you continued your ministrations, wetting the tip - you whimpered back in pleasure hearing the Jonin grunt and mutter curses as he felt your plump lips attach themselves to the upper half of his length. This was a sensation that Shikamaru would never grow tired of. 

You finally did as you were told and ceased the excessive teasing and brushed two fingers against Shikamaru’s lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth allowing him to suck your digits before you inserted them into your needy cunt. As eager as you were, Shikamaru was way bigger than you expected him to be and you wanted to be sure that you could show up and show out, riding his cock with ease.

As you shimmied your panties down your legs, revealing your recently waxed pussy - Shikamaru sharply inhaled as he’d never seen you this way before. You spread your legs wide on either side of his thighs and hovered over the tip of his cock.

Shikamaru immediately gripped onto your hips, his nails digging into your feverish skin, guiding you down- as there was a slight curve to the massive member he carried between his legs. 

“Atta girl. Just like that.” Shikamaru groaned as you slowly sank your sopping wet cunt down onto his cock.

Shikamaru’s cheeks flushed with the prettiest shade of pink feeling your gummy walls constrict around him the further you sank down. A loud moan tumbled from your lips as the Nara filled you to perfection. 

“Fuck, Shika. It’s so big…” you whined, nose scrunched together as you began gyrating your hips in a steady motion riding his dick.

“Goddammit.” Shikamaru panted out, beads of sweat forming near his hairline.

 While not usually very vocal in the bedroom, he was quickly unraveling underneath you - feeling your dripping heat strangle his cock. You suddenly increased the pace and began bouncing with much more fervor and intent while Shika had one hand planted on your ass and the other gripping your breast as you rode him into the mattress. 

There was something so damn powerful about causing a man who was always so composed to completely lose control. You thrived off of it. Lived for it, even. 

Shikamaru began drilling into you, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours. The sound of skin slapping filled the bedroom - your legs were ready to give out underneath you as a familiar coil hit the pit of your stomach. Your legs began to shake. Your moans and whimpers bounced off the walls as you wholeheartedly lost yourself while Shika’s cock kissed your cervix. Your vision went blurred as you felt your orgasm violently crash over you, still dazed from Shikamaru fucking into you with everything he had. 

For someone who was inherently lazy, he fucked like a champ and you were certainly not regretting the decision to give yourself to him. Finally, you tumbled over onto Shika's chest, completely out of breath while his cock still drilled into you as he chased his own high. Mere minutes later, he was shuddering and cursing as he came completely undone, filling you with his thick, hot cum. 

As the two of you rode out your highs together, Shika leaned down and kissed the top of your head, lazily drawing circles on the small of your back as you laid, still straddling him. 

“Not sure how we got here but… I actually love it.” You chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Shh. Don’t question it.” Shikamaru muttered, still caressing your lower back.

>>>

It was now mid morning and you and Shikamaru had laid in blissful silence together after the dirty deed you’d done. Neither of you asked any questions or dared to discuss it. You figured there’d be a time and place to unpack whatever the hell just happened between you two, but for now - you were just content with existing in the moment. Suddenly, a fierce growl erupted from your stomach causing the both of you to burst out into laughter. 

“What the hell was that?” Shikamaru frowned, joking at the sound that had left your body.

“You fed me everything this morning but actual food, Nara. What do you think?” You smirked. You loved the way you could exchange smart ass remarks with Shikamaru and he’d never get offended because you both just got each other. 

“You know I can’t think about food until I smoke first.” he replied, nonchalantly. 

You sighed, jumping off the bed grabbing the pre-rolled joint you’d made sure to have ready for the both of you in the morning. 

“Fine, let’s smoke. But then, you owe me breakfast.” You demanded as you threw on a fresh tee from Shikamaru’s drawer and a pair of his joggers. 

“My cock wasn’t enough, huh?” He joked, slapping your ass as he jumped off the bed behind you, pulling some shorts onto his waist. 

“Ha, ha.” You sarcastically replied as you made your way onto the balcony for your morning medicine. 

You pulled up a chair next to where Shikamaru always sat for his cigarette breaks. Your lips wrapped around the joint with ease as you cupped your hand, bringing the pink lighter you carried to your mouth lighting the opposite end of the paper before taking a nice long drag. 

You blew out, handing the joint to Shikamaru as you soaked up the rays of the mid-morning sun. 

“So what do we tell our friends?” you asked, leaning back in the wicker chair. 

Shikamaru shrugged, absolutely unbothered. “Nothing. Let’s keep this morning to ourselves. Our little secret.” He said, cracking a smile as he handed the joint back to you after taking a few small hits. 

“Deal.” 

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru smut #shikamaru x y/n #naruto smut #brainrot

[daily-hyosatsu]

Ughh it's a little bit evil of me to spring seal script on you if we haven't covered any of the characters, buuuuut all three characters are pretty common jōyō kanji, so I think I'm just gonna do it anyway? At least I'll queue it; maybe by the time we get here, we'll have covered some of them!

Hint: While the sign in the background says it's an allergy research institutes, it also happens to be a natural foods store! Can you read it?

It says 自然食!

自然 (shizen) means nature or natural, and 食 (-shoku) means food or eat.

Let's start with 自, the only character I recognized at first sight. It means oneself, and it's commonly read ji or shi, and also mizuka.ra, ono.zukara, or ono.zuto.

Next is 然, which I did not recognize at all! Both 火 and 灬 are fire radicals, but it never occurred to me to interchange them!

Anyway, 然 is usually read zen and can also be nen, shika, shika.ri, shika.shi, or sa. It has a kind of nebulous meaning: in the manner of, sort of thing, so, etc.

食 was tough too. I could not see 良; I kept seeing 百 on top and 亡 on the bottom, and that is nothing. Knowing stroke order can often help you to decode older writing styles or difficult handwriting, but givthat was not the case for me here.

Anyway, 食 means food, and it can be read ku.u, ku.rau, ta.beru, ha.mu, shoku, or jiki.

Finally, a fun tip for those who made it this far: say you encounter an unusual calligraphy style and you think you recognize a kanji but aren't sure. Do an image search for "[kanji] + 書体" (shotai), meaning typeface or calligraphic style, and you'll find whole lists of the　character written every way you can imagine! Compare and contrast til you figure it out. It's beautiful. Niche but beautiful.

#learning japanese #kanji #japanese langblr #japanese calligraphy #seal script #自 #然 #食

[blimbosworlddd]

Nirvana: A Rock Lee Fic (Chapter 4)

Summary: Your dating life is terrible. Your friends’ marriage is fantastic. Your career as a medic is doing great, though. But you aren’t happy. However, after one quick trip to the Mighty Rock Dojo, you stumble upon the most magnificent man you’ve ever met- the taijutsu master- Rock Lee.

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, (light) descriptions of blood and violence, usage of the N word. The reader and Lee are in their 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 6.3k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Shikamaru loves his late father’s lighter. At the tender age of seventeen, he found it in one of his coat pockets in the closet after his funeral. It’s one of those old school classic lighters that you flick open, and is the only one he uses to smoke. A morning glory flower is engraved into the sleek silver, and it’s the same flower that Shikamaru orders in his wife’s bouquets. Sometimes he doesn’t even use his lighter for smoking. He’ll just stare at it or keep it in his fist, rubbing the smooth round edges to ground him when logic and practicality no longer pay for his taxing burdens.

Like how he’s doing now: balled up hand caging the lighter in his left pocket while the other uses gestures to emphasize on important phrases when explaining to a couple why buying this mini-mansion would be beneficial for their lives. The words he finesses them with make up for almost any preconceived concern that they may have with the property, his gravelly tone carrying the undeniable confidence necessary to sell it.

The three stroll through the hallways, and the couple takes in the interior that they imagine looking at for the rest of their lives. The wife is beaming, running her fingers across the lustrous wallpaper while also investing her attention on the little history lesson Shikamaru was teaching about the house. The husband nods along to the story wordlessly, grabbing his woman’s hand as they follow the real estate agent into the kitchen.

He’s not really feeling how loudly the wood creaks beneath his feet, or how the cabinets in the kitchen are wooden despite the variety of building materials that adorn this establishment. However, Shikamaru isn’t paid to do nothing. So he turns around, releases the lighter in his pocket and raises both his hands to stop the customers.

“The intramural design of this house is pretty old, I’ll admit. But one of our most trusted general contractors is already drafting the modern upgrade of the interior.”

The husband raises a brow. “Such as?”

“Glad you asked.” He walks by the marble counters and opens one of the cabinets. “Why have wooden cabinets when there are significantly more durable options? Our contractor can laminate a sheet of acrylic or stainless steel over the medium-density fiberboard.”

Shikamaru leans on the countertop. “It's your choice, of course, but acrylic is susceptible to scratches.”

The wife hums in thought, realizing she hadn’t noticed the material of the cabinets until now. She feels her man let go of her hand, the chill air hitting her moistened palm. He clears his throat.

“Okay, but-“

Shika’s cold, sharp eyes quietly welcome the man with his full attention.

“How much will the installment cost? And what can we do about these creaky wooden floors? Will that also add to the price?”

“Nope.” Shika doesn’t miss a beat, lightly pushing himself off the marble. “Since our contractor has been working on this project before you found it, you won’t be paying for any upgrades on their behalf. S’just how we do business.”

The wife’s eyes crinkle in relief, hooking her elbow with her husband’s so she can rest her cheek on his shoulder.

“Does this apply to ordering a security system?” The husband continues.

“Well… no. You’ll hafta pay for that since it’s not a part of-“

Shika’s phone vibrates in his back pocket like a war cry in a distant battle zone. It’s on silent mode for obvious reasons, but his intuition tells him it’s a call he shouldn’t ignore. And he never ignores his gut. So, he excuses himself for a millisecond only to check who could be calling.

It’s his own wife.

What does this woman want? He thinks. I’m about to sell this house in fifteen minutes anyway. She can wait.

He turns off his phone, facing the couple whispering lowly to each other with approving nods and content-laced grins.

“Sorry about that.” He sighs. “Where were we?”

-

>>Your call has been forwarded to an au-

Temari shuts off her phone, eyebrows pinching into a soft cringe as she glares at the black screen.

This is the third time her husband hasn’t answered her calls, what’s worse is that they’ve barely seen or even interacted with each other in the last couple weeks. He always excused it with ‘gotta sell another house” or “too tired, we’ll talk later” or toe curling sex like that’s enough justification to shut her up. But Temari shuts up when Temari wants to shut up, and Temari once again may hafta spend another day sleeping on their shared california king bed without Temari’s man.

The exhausted woman scoffs, tossing her device on the couch as she slouches to reach the TV remote. The screen illuminates with the press of a button, and the channel displays a reality show. Images of a bunch of older women are raising their drinks in a toast to celebrate whatever the fuck, and it made Temari think of you. It made her think of how good of a listener you are, how affirming and supportive you get when she struggles in any aspect. She thinks of the first day you both met at a graduation party in college. You complimented her spiky ponytails. You both were pretty much inseparable ever since.

Y’all haven’t had a proper hang out since she and Shika took you to the dojo, maybe some girl time could give her a less jaded outlook on the situation. Of course things change, and you can’t hang out with friends as much as you used to. But you can try.

I’ll reach out later, she thinks.

💚

Today is Veteran’s Day, Lee is at a restaurant eating with his sensei, Might Guy, and Neji. They’re celebrating Guy’s survival of the Fourth Great War, so it’s not surprising that he and Neji have downed a couple shots of whiskey. Lee, on the other hand, contently sips on his humble glass of cranberry juice from a squiggly straw.

“And so get this,” Neji chuckles, talking as if his face isn't beet red with liquor. “He puts slippers on her feet like she's Cinderella, and then she thanks him with the most unamused tone possible and walks away with a face so lifeless you could mistake her for a mannequin.”

Guy Sensei cackles and slaps an open palm on the table. Lee pouts, shooting Neji the sassiest side-eye he can muster at his stupid humor, but his friend just ignores him while slurping on some ramen. Lee hums, gently placing his glass cup down before resting his chin on his folded hands.

“And yet she's the same woman who agreed to go on a date with me tomorrow.”

Guy Sensei drops his jaw with a gasp and Neji drops his chopsticks.

“And you're telling us this now?” Neji glares at him, but there's no real irritation in his tone. His eyes glow with pride for his friend.

Guy Sensei rests a hand on Lee’s shoulder, a serious expression adorning his face.

“I know I never really bothered teaching you how to love a woman.” His demanding voice carried subtle waves of regret and faith. “But despite all that you've been through, you taught yourself how to do it. That's how I know you've always had it in you. I'm proud of you, my boy.”

Lee turns to Neji who closes his eyes with a knowing smile, and feels his own lips wobbling into one as well.

“Th-thanks Guy Sensei. I think I hit the jackpot with this one!”

Guy leans his back into his wheelchair with a hand rubbing his chin.

“I’m glad,” he grumbles. “Tenten’s lost her choke hold on you, I see.”

Neji’s eyes rip open, his smile melting away. He snaps his head to Lee, who’s already frowning while his eyes go blank. Guy catches onto the shift in the aura, watching his student’s depressing reaction with subtle horror.

“I’m sorry Lee,” Guy sighs guiltily. “I thought you were over her.”

Lee lowers his unfolding hands from his chin. No one’s mentioned my ex-fiance in years, he thinks. I thought I was over her too. He inhales deeply and takes a swig from his cranberry juice instead of using the straw.

“Her memory still brings me pain,” he prompts reluctantly.

Neji side-eyes Guy before looking down at his now-cold ramen. He's losing his appetite, and it's not even about him, all because Sensei couldn't watch his mouth.

Images of your tear-stained face, your beautiful smile, and your relentless kindness fills the void in his chest with a warmth only you can provide. And he can't help but smile, more tenderly, this time.

“But not only have I gotten stronger, I have another chance with an amazing woman.” he turns to the window beside him and looks up at the blue sky, hope twinkling in his eyes.

“For the first time in a long time,” he shifts his gaze back to Guy. “I look forward to loving again.”

Neji and Guy silently marvel at his growth and maturity. It’s now Guy’s turn to make a wobbly smile, quietly sniffling as he reaches to hold Lee’s hand. He offers his hand to his other student as well, and Neji hesitantly accepts it with a hopeless sigh. But he grins once more, nonetheless.

💚

Today is the day you go out with Lee! You both decided he’d pick you up at your place at 7 pm, so you have the whole day to pamper yourself. You’re with your best friend Bria, both of you getting your nails done by her nail tech. Bria is another childhood friend of yours, y’all met in elementary school. She had to move to a neighboring state for college, but y’all always keep in touch when you can.

You sigh happily against the massage chair, feeling the tension around your shoulder blades erode while watching the color on your nails blossom with each stroke of the tiny brush.

“Bri, this is the best,” you groan softly. “Thank you.”

“Girl don’t even stress it,” She rolls her eyes lovingly. “You know I missed you.”

You chuckle sweetly. “I missed you too.”

Bria always showed her affection by spoiling the people who have their own little place in her big heart. You understood why, you just didn’t feel comfortable having money spent on you. However, as years passed, Bria helped you realize that you rejected how she loved because you felt like a burden - like if she burned some cash for you it'd ultimately be a waste.

But ever since y’all met, you’ve supported her through all her trials and tribulations. You were her strength when she was weak, especially after she was homeless for a period after her abusive grandmother kicked her out of her house. You and your father took her in when no one else would, and helped her get back on her feet. You made her feel like a normal teen amidst all the chaos. And now, she owns her own house and two businesses.

To Bria, the very least she can do is prepare you for your highly anticipated date.

Your nails are finished and they’re so you: stiletto shaped with a French, purple chrome tip. Bria’s nails are long and SpongeBob themed which makes you giggle uncontrollably but at the same time they look dumb good. All this pretty art and not a single dent in your pockets - as it should be.

-

Next up is a shopping spree but, y’all only buy from one store. It’s an underground thrift boutique with tons of vintage brands, Bria knows you love your 20+ year old classics. God, it’s like a hidden museum riddled with ancient yet modernized pieces in here. You feel like you’re time traveling as you scan through so many garments; some premiered in 90s runways from Paco Rabanne to Mugler. Where the fuck did the store owner get these?? Your brain ponders in a fashion-crazed frenzy.

While remaining hyper vigilant, you make sure to find something that doesn’t stand out but still screams classy. Simple yet effective.

“Ayo Bri,” you call out in the air, unable to see your friend anywhere.

“Yeah, hun?” She responds from the other side of the boutique. While following her voice, you put your items in a cart and predict her location. You show her your selection. Her eyes and fingers silently run over every ridge, every crease, every edge. The dress’ cotton is smoothly refined, beautifully dyed and feels amazing. Your bestie nods affirmingly with a sharp grin.

“…You gon drive him crazy.”

“Like I don’t already.” You scoff.

Bria guffaws as you eagerly throw your arms around her shoulders, swaying you both side to side.

-

It’s 4pm, and y’all finally make it back to your apartment. Luckily, you have a few hours to settle in so you won’t hafta rush to get ready. Both of you sit on your couch while watching Bernie Mac. Bria pours two glasses of Pinot Noir while you take down your twists. You feel the cushion zap your energy from beneath you, but the idea of missing Lee’s inevitable call straightens your back and forces you awake.

“Pookieee, you never showed me a pic of your lover boyyy,” Bria whines before taking a sip of some wine. Her brow raises unexpectedly at its richness.

You cease your twist out and reach for your phone. You never caught a proper portrait of Lee’s face, but you would sneak a few pics of him sparring with multiple fighters at once. So you showed her that. She brings the screen closer to her face, and her eyes bulge out of her sockets.

“DAMN,” She barks. “Bruce Lee who?”

Your jaw drops, gently slapping her thigh at her boldness.

“Don’t disrespect Bruce’s legacy like tha-“

“I’M NOT! LOOK,” Bria scrunches her eyes and zooms in on his body. “You can see his muscles through the clothes. THROUGH THE CLOTHES!”

You feel yourself wheezing, a hand over your clenching abdomen to ease the burn of laughter. But you can’t disagree, Lee’s stunning like that.

“Bri… I can’t with you,” you huff with a weak smile.

“Sure ya can!” Bria chirps, framing her words with a fake southern accent. She stay playing.

-

It’s 6:45 pm and you’re all dolled up; hair done, makeup done, outfit on, perfume spritzed. Bria takes a bunch of pics, squealing in delight at how much you you’re eating up this look. She’s proud, so proud of the queen you’ve become.

“Bitch, ya lover boy lucky I’m straight.”

You smile goofily, about to respond to her joke until you feel your phone vibrate in your hand.

You take it out and Lee’s contact brightens your screen. Bria slaps a palm over her mouth when you answer the call.

“H-Hello?”

Lee closes his eyes, reveling in how sweet and lovely you sound.

“Hi angel,” he purrs lowly. “I’m downstairs.”

You press your thighs together. That voice of his; a deep raspiness thrumming with a tone so sensual, it caresses every nerve in your body. To top it off with a pet name, and he arrives early?? Wheww.

“Okay. C-coming down.”

You hang up and turn to face your friend. She hugs your shoulders and wishes you the best night ever.

“You can spend the night here if you want, ‘kay?” You coo. Bria nods appreciatively against your neck.

“I’ll save some wine for you,” she whispers.

“No you won’t.” She snorts at how well you know her.

You take your keys, purse and blow Bria a kiss before locking the door behind you.

💚

Lee stands outside, leaning against the door of his car as he waits patiently for you. He tugs at his gray slacks, wondering if he should have entrusted his suit to Neji’s personal tailor. He snaps his head up when he hears your door unlock. Your black stiletto pumps clack as you descend down the steps like a goddess from her shrine. He couldn’t look away. He just physically couldn’t.

“Oh my god…” he mumbles, staring hopelessly at your figure; a royal purple sweater dress that reaches your mid-calf, fitting you like a glove as the soft fabric hugs every curve, crease and roll that adorns your body; smoky eyes and a glossy lip accentuate your soft glow; pretty round face framed with an afro- the radiant moonlight illuminating your fluffy coils; you watch your step while gracefully lifting the bottom of your black vintage mink coat that’s draped over your shoulders. He feels like falling on his knees at the sight of you.

After approaching him, you stop at arm’s length so you can take him in. Calling Lee sexy would be a disserving understatement; the grey suit he’s wearing clings to his body with tasteful minimalism; it’s not too baggy, nor is it too tight; the fabric’s at peak quality, smoothly pressed, but not too shiny; you could see the bulk of his thighs slightly stretch his pants (the hems are cropped to perfection); the top four buttons on his black shirt are undone, so you can see his sternum and a delicious peak of his pecs adorned with a thin silver chain. This fit frames his build with such majestic subtlety, you couldn’t help but undress him with your eyes from head to polished boot.

“Lee! You… you look so handsome,” there’s that familiar lilt of humble adoration in your voice he loves oh so much. It boosts his ego, yet doesn’t soar it to great heights because he’s used to not getting many compliments on his appearance. The rosiness that blooms on his cheeks is evident enough of that.

“Thank you,” he smiles softly. “I know you’re always beautiful no matter what you wear. It- it’s just..”

He nibbles on his bottom lip without ceasing eye contact, the sight urges you to look down shyly but you’re too mesmerized by him to tear away your gaze.

“Seeing you tonight has confirmed to me that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.”

Gravity wins the battle and you finally drop your head, feeling like you’ll melt into a puddle if he gives you any more sweet praises.

“Th-thank you, Lee. That means a lot.”

“Of course,” There’s a reassurance in his tone that boosts your ego as well, making you feel like his flattery isn’t just flattery. He makes it feel like a widely accepted fact amongst the masses of an entire nation. No man has ever made you feel that way, you couldn’t depend on them to do that. It took your whole life up until now to realize yourself that you’re the shit, were always the shit, and forever will be the shit.

He turns to open the door for you, making sure the ends of your fur don’t graze the pavement as you step inside the vehicle.

-

The ride to the restaurant is quiet, words have yet to be exchanged between you two. Well, this kinda baffles Lee because he’s been on plenty of dates; but there’s something about your aura, the way you carry yourself with such poise from how you speak to how you sit; his face just won’t stop heating up, your presence isn’t helping that and he just doesn’t wanna say something stupid.

You on the other hand are just chilling; basking in the woody scent of his car that mixes with the expensive cologne radiating from Lee in small, balanced wafts. He smells like cinnamon, a sweet and warm aroma trailing a sharp spiciness. You sense his hesitation, but you don’t know what to say either. And date or not, you refuse to force small talk. It makes you feel icky, so you silently enjoy his presence.

You’re both halfway to your destination and Lee decides to restart his brain a little. He turns on the radio, making sure the music is only loud enough for both of you to listen casually. Barbra Streisand’s The Way We Were plays in the background. I loved this song as a teen, you think. Gosh was I a hopeless romantic… still am. You ponder if that was ever a bad thing, if you were just scared that you either love passionately, or don’t at all.

You ponder if that even matters right now.

Lee hums every note Barbra sings with attentive effort, his finger tapping against the wheel to match the feather-light rhythm of the percussion.

“Smiles we gave to one another,” you turn your head to him, not expecting his singing to enchant you the way it does. “For the way we were…”

He sounds so invested in the moment, simply appreciating the song by singing along. Your heart skips a beat when he shifts his gaze to you, a silly smile raising his cheeks before returning his focus on the road ahead. It makes you a little jealous, the way he so easily erased the growing tension between you two.

You want to do that. You want to do that for yourself, for the people around you, for your patients. Maybe you already do, but you don’t think anyone can do it quite like Lee does.

-

“SO IT’S THE LAUGHTER, WE WILL REMEMBER. WHENEVER WE REMEMBER..” your mouths hang low as you both shout the sentimental lyrics at the top of your lungs. Your bodies sway to the music with fervent enthusiasm like you’re in a soap opera, like it’s the last song you both will ever sing. You feel so free. You both don’t mind how crazy y’all might sound belting notes slightly beyond your registers, for your hearts called out to Streisand’s magnificent delivery of an undeniably nostalgic message. You both feel so free.

“The way we were. The way we… were.” The song concludes with the introductory hums from earlier, and you feel yourself sink back into your seat.

“Damn!” You exclaim. “You got some pipes, Lee.”

Hearty laughter erupts from Lee’s chest. “I can say the same for you, y/n.”

-

You finally make it to the restaurant and the exterior design is so sleek and well illuminated. Lee walks ahead to open the door for you, and you thank him before entering the establishment. You’d expect the interior to have a modern style like the other restaurants you’ve dined at. To your delightful surprise it’s very old-school. The lights are dimmed to increase the intimacy but not to the point where it’s hard to see. Shika and Temari would love this place, you think.

A waiter approaches the two of you.

“Good evening, my name is Jeremy,” he prompts. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes,” Lee verifies. “Under the name Rock Lee.”

“Right this way.” Jeremy smiles politely and leads you both to a booth in a secluded corner.

The round table is draped in a black cloth, decorated with silver utensils, two Riesling wine glasses and burgundy twin candles. Even the seats are adorned in velvet fabric. Is this how royalty dines everyday?

Before stopping yourself, you tug on the hem of Lee’s sleeve. He looks down at you and the concern in his expression almost makes your incoming words clog up your throat. It’s too all too much. He’s just too much.

“Lee… you didn’t hafta do all this.” You protest weakly.

Lee blinks at you, big eyes widening as he processes your remark.

“ ‘Course I did,” he says matter-of-factly. “You deserve it princess. Now, let’s eat!”

He waits for you to release your hold. You let go of him, feeling your cheeks puff up in a small grin. He pulls back a chair, offering you your seat. You thank him once more as he steadily pushes your chair forward so you’re close enough to the table. He sits across from you while you shrug off your coat.

After taking off his own jacket, he rolls up his sleeves and his forearms look heavenly; the way his veins protrude when his muscles flex make you imagine how they’d feel wrapped around your neck from behind as he p-

“Here are your menus,” Jeremy gives you each a fancy pamphlet listing all the available dishes and beverages. You both make sure to receive them with verbal gratitude and scan your options.

You want to pull out your phone so you can look up these Italian words, but you don’t want to violate the etiquette so you read the ingredients of each meal from the menu instead. Your eyes follow Lee’s confused ones, and hide a snort with your pamphlet when he asks the waiter what a certain meal is and completely butchers the pronunciation of the dish’s name.

After requesting your appetizers, you both wait patiently with a glass of wine in your hand and a glass of orange juice in Lee’s.

You raise your glass to the crease of your mouth, but something about Lee sitting prim and content with his orange juice peaks an interest within that urges you to indulge it.

“Not a fan of drinking?”

Lee lowers his glass at your question, swallowing a glob of spit to brace himself. Yes, he’s not obligated to answer that question and could just manage a way to politely change the subject. Or, he could tell the truth no matter how mercilessly his shame is clawing at his back. However, the sincerity behind the bleakness of his past sprouts in the form of a relaxed smile embellishing his features.

“I was an alcoholic,” Lee makes sure he’s loud enough so you can’t misconstrue the truth in his words. “Been sober for five years… going on six.”

Lee stares at you and waits. He waits for your reaction, your character, the potential volume of your heart. He sits and stares, looking for any judgment in your eyes. He knows how mature and grounded you are, Neji and Guy Sensei have helped him see those traits in admirable people. But you’re going to have to accept all of him if he’s going to give you all of him.

You turn your head, scanning the area for the nearest waiter. Luckily there’s one who’s an earshot away from you. To Lee’s confusion, you summon them for assistance.

“Hi, how can I help you?” Inquires the waiter.

“May I have a glass of orange juice, please? I’d like to return the wine.”

Lee’s eyes widen, wondering why his lungs no longer feel like they’re being buried by dumbbells. But rather, they feel like an inflated balloon, like a sky lantern floating gracefully into the atmosphere until they look like one of the infinite stars so impossibly far away. Except, you’re right in front of him.

“Yes, of course.” The waiter grabs the glass and bottle of Riesling, retreating to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” you mumble, mindlessly watching them walk away.

A heavy sigh pulls you from your trance. You turn your attention to the man before you, his chin resting on his palm while dreamily gazing at you.

“Why did you do that?” He blinks slowly, and the nonchalance of his grin almost perfectly masks his bewilderedness.

“Because I'm proud of you! Five years is no easy milestone.”

Lee leans back against his seat, carefully drinking in the subtle meekness in your eyes. Yes, you were a bit nervous, twiddling with your nails while wondering if the gesture you just pulled was really necessary.

“No one’s ever done something like that for me before. Thank you, angel.”

Lee raises his chin and looks up to the decorated ceiling with closed eyes, reveling in this moment you’re blessing him with.

“Of course…!” You lean a tad bit forward, folding your hands on the dining table. “ You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. In body and spirit.”

A hearty chuckle slips through Lee’s lips, and the sound rumbles through your brain.

The waiter comes back with the orange juice and pours you a new drink. You thank them as they leave and raise your glass towards the man before you.

“To five years?” You prompt with a shy smile stretching your thick lips.

Lee straightens his posture, and reaches for his drink. He ascends the glass and clinks it gently against yours, the look on his face so relaxed and at peace. A quiet sombreness radiates from the satisfaction of this precious moment because of the unbearable days he had to bear just to experience it. And yet, that resentful trail of suffering leads him to share an intimacy with someone he never ever thought he’d encounter. You are invaluable, and he’s gonna make sure you enjoy every second you spend with him.

“To five years.”

-

The ride back to your place is a bit noisier, y’all don’t sing this time but rather continue the intellectually fruitful and deeply polarizing conversations you shared back at the restaurant. So much depth:

“Fave powerpuff girl?”

Lee takes a shallow breath at your question, pondering on how to answer most honestly.

“Y’know, quite a few people thought I liked Buttercup because we both have short black hair and our color is green but…” Lee kisses his teeth in thought while steadily swerving onto the next block..

“Bubble’s innocent naivety and relentless bliss always resonated with me,” he shrugs while looking ahead. “I wanted to be the ‘happiest citizen of Townsville’ for the sixth year in a row when I was a toddler.”

You snort, resting your elbow below the passenger window. “You know, she gets extremely aggressive when she’s mad though.”

“Another reason why I love her! She’s so underestimated as a fighter but is the most feared by Mojo Jojo himself.”

You loll your head in Lee’s direction. “Jojo is not a very impressive villain. I mean, you didn’t forget about HIM, did you?”

Lee catches a glimpse of how your pretty eyes slant a bit when you playfully smirk at him, an image he screenshots with his brain.

“Who can forget the most manipulative, morally inept character in that show? S’why he’s so interesting!”

“His fashion sense is interesting too,” you remark while recalling the character’s iconic design. “Wanted to dress up as him for Halloween back in kindergarten.”

Lee bellows at the thought of a tiny version of you embellished in red crab hands and a pointy chin beard. Shameless laughter has never sounded sexy to you. But after seeing his cheeks rise and eyes crinkle shut in helpless glee; after seeing the way his sharp jaw falls open to let that deep bass rumble through the car. You want to make him do it again. You want to feel him do it again, want to drink him in.

“You’d look so adorable,” he wheezes while resting his forehead against the wheel.

You try to ignore the effect he has on you. You try to ignore how contagious he is, but a few sniggers escape your lips in merry futility.

“Thank you…” you turn to look through your passenger window, taking in the streets and architecture that look more and more similar to your home as Lee continues driving by.

“Your Bubbles cosplay would be quite convincing if I do say so myself.” You add.

“Don't tempt me, princess.” Lee continues to look ahead, but you can see a sneer creep up his handsome features in a way that makes you cackle unabashedly.

💚

“This is you, right?”

“Yep!”

Your date pulls up right in front of your apartment, and you reflect on your time with him while he unplugs the key from his car. You had so much fun; didn’t feel stressed in any way, you ate good, you learned so much more about Lee than you ever expected to; and secretly hope he knows more about you too.

Lee steps out of the car and opens your side of the door. He offers his hand for you to balance yourself as you step onto the jagged pavement. While nodding your head in gratitude, you feel your pores prick open at the rough texture of his palm. His fingers are solid and scarred, yet so soothingly warm.

Before you take out your keys to unlock the gate, you turn to face the man’s chest before you. You look up to find those big eyes, and his gaze consumes you; he tucks his hands in his pockets, sighing as he stares lovingly at you; lidded eyes with a lazy smile, you got him on cloud nine. It gives you the urge to cower, but you don’t want to. The way he is looking at you right now, with such an undeniable bliss, urges you to face the fear. To judge yourself a little less. It’s quiet for a few moments, the both of you kinda just stare at each other but it’s comfortable. Not awkward, just the both of you. No one else.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You pout, a little whine erupting in your throat.

Lee chuckles lowly and tilts his head at the adorable sight, quietly grateful that you show this side of yourself to him.

“It doesn’t have to,” his tender tone sugarcoats the fearless conviction in his words.

You briefly shut your eyes in a frown and take a deep breath. “Yes…” you sigh. “Yes it does.”

Lee’s own smile doesn’t even falter, his eyes narrowing softly- like if he stares too hard you’ll break.

“Well,” he sighs. “I had a wonderful time with you. You’re wonderful, y’know that?”

Your eyes drop to your heels so you can hide your silly little grin, the bass in his voice rasping you away into the air yet grounding you simultaneously. Lee takes a step closer, and he can smell the vanilla and honey wafting from your shiny coils. The warmth and cologne radiating from his body starts to insulate your own. His throat bobs with every subtle gulp, and you feel like taking a step back because it’s so much but not even close to enough.

A tiny gasp escapes your lips when Lee gently cups your chin with his hand, slowly tilting your head up so you can look him in the eyes. He tightens his grip on your cheeks, just enough to watch your lips cutely pucker up.

“You know that, right y/n?”

Oh. So it’s like that.

Didn’t take him for a fucking tease, you think.

“Right,” you whisper dumbly.

”But if I’m so wonderful…” you gulp. “Then why don’t you kiss me already?”

Lee’s smirk widens. There you go princess, he thinks. Demand what’s yours.

The man before you swipes a careful thumb over your bottom lip before dragging his remaining fingertips across your smooth cheek. He grips the back of your neck, and pulls you in.

Your hands instinctively find their place on his chest to brace yourself.

His mouth hovers just a stray hair from yours, and you can feel his minty breath set your goosebumps aflame. He languidly latches his lips onto your plush ones, groaning at how pillowy they are. The way Lee shamelessly expresses how good you make him feel does unspeakable things to you. Lee slowly snakes his other arm around the small of your back, tugging you closer until your torsos press. He massages your waist while holding you, appreciating as much of your body as he can. The print of his abs poke your soft tummy through his shirt and you melt against him, letting your shaky hands run up his chest until they grasp onto the junction between his neck and shoulders. Lee angles his head to deepen the kiss, your breathing gets heavier and you start panting at how overwhelming he is.

He loosens his jaw to lick a teasing stripe up the corner of your lips, silently requesting more access which goes straight to your poor clit. Your hot tongues mold together, muffling the quiet whimpers that escape your mouth and Lee swallows every delectable sound. He’s filthy... you love it so much.

You haven’t been kissed like this in at least two years, don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore. You feel like this man’s delving into your soul, peeling you layer by layer with just his mouth. You can only imagine a pleasure that the rest of his body could drown you in.

You start feeling antsy, like if you don’t stop now Lee will take you to a corner store for some plan b. You scream inwardly, knowing you’ll be fucking your toy until its battery dies instead when you go upstairs. So you gently shove him away, causing your spit-slicked lips to separate with a lewd ‘pop’. Lee releases your waist, watching you inhale deeply as you awkwardly button his suit jacket.

“See you at the dojo. And get home safely,” you whisper with a tight smile, patting his chest conclusively before walking to your gate. The jingling of your keys snaps Lee out of his trance, a meek little “I will” tumbling from his lips before he retreats back into his vehicle.

Lee runs a tired hand through his black strands, lazily holding some hair in his fist while replaying his new three months worth of fap material. God you’re so divine to him; your lips are divine, the way your eyebrows scrunched together when he practically tongue fucked your mouth was divine, how your tits pressed against him when he held you was divine, your needy voice was divine. And the way Lee looks down to see a tent in his pants- beads of precum seeping through the fabric- harbors peak divinity.

💚

You open your apartment door, catching Bria snuggling with your Kuromi plushie in a blissful slumber. After closing the door behind you, you kick off your heels and pad your way to your bedroom. You decide to sleep naked tonight, chilling under your comforter while scrolling through Instagram.

Your phone vibrates and Temari’s caller ID pops up on your screen.

I haven’t heard from her in a while, you wonder. How’s she been doing?

You answer.

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#Naruto #rock lee #black reader #black fem reader #rock lee x black reader #the moment we’ve all been waiting for😌

[dark-elf-writes]

Anon, I have a list with most (?) of the recent AUs so I hope this helps :D

AU TAG LIST:

Unnamed: team seven has their own genin teams

- Okay but if team seven eventually had genin teams of their own?

- And imagine Sasuke having his various outfit choices criticized by three teenaged girls everyday for the rest of his life.

- the day they all come to training in orange

- naruto is awful at shogi

Unnamed: hokage naruto and sasuke take chunin exam and adopt a bunch of kids

- A record number of genin are promoted and every single one of them are hanging off the literal Hokage

- Naruto just “I am your father now” to everyone he sees.

- The world needs more good dad naruto :D

- Their third is a naruto clone transformed into a fox and controlled by Kurama

My Brothers Keeper Au: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/my%20brother%E2%80%99s%20keeper%20au/chrono

- Ride or die sasuke

- sasuke slashes his kunai

Pakkun Sensei: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/pakkun%20sensei/chrono

Little Trickster AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/little%20trickster%20au/chrono

Bodyguard AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/bodyguard%20au/chrono

Alpha Shika: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/alpha%20shika/chrono

Buff Tenten: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/buff%20tenten/chrono

Green Pens and Vigilante Justice: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/green%20pens%20and%20vigilante%20justice/chrono

Bard Zuku: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/bard%20zuku/chrono

- They would take one look at this feral child that fights with their words and just yoink Izuku so fast.

- Don’t know if I want it to be Izuku or an OC but mha character whose quirk is basically vicious mockery/other bard spells.

- The embodiment of that one Stiles quote. They are a hundred pounds soaking wet and like 5’5” sarcasm is their only defense.

Cataclysm AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/cataclysm%20au/chrono

- there was a tornado. That was on fire. With water whips attached.

- Naruto has a wind affinity and a proclivity for being yeeted

- Flying squirrel Naruto is killing me like this man makes the first version of a wind suit so he can go farther.

-IMAGINE A TINY ASS CHILD SHRIEKING BLOODY MURDER AS HE FALLS

- Just Kakashi’s little cataclysms

Ghosts and Greenery: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged ghosts%20and%20greenery/chrono

Omega Naruto: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/omega%20naruto/chrono

- Aged up Kakanaru could be fun

- If sasuke tried to leave the village and omega naruto was there

Omega Izuku: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/omega%20izuku/chrono

- But with shindeku everyone would assume

BirdZuku AU:

- molting would suck in the dorms

- Izuku with fragile little bird bones

- Concept: Tokoyami doing the toothless

- I’m imaging a very much Bird Crush

Fox in Wolf’s Clothing AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/fox%20in%20wolf%E2%80%99s%20clothing%20au/chrono

Idol AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/idol%20au/chrono

- First post: Gaara is known for a more Rock

Cowboy Sand Sibs: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/cowboy%20sand%20sibs/chrono

How to Woo an Uchiha: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/how%20to%20woo%20an%20uchiha/chrono

- AU with no Uchiha Massacre where Naruto is Sasuke’s

- My mother says I have Uzu eyes

Red Lights and Fox Fire Au: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/red%20lights%20and%20fox%20fire%20au/chrono

Unnamed: kitsune naruto

- Naruto curses himself for not learning more

- Naruto would be so precious with fox summons

Hot For Teacher AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/hot%20for%20teacher%20au/chrono

Song of the Sea AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/song%20of%20the%20sea%20au/chrono

Timeloop AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/timeloop%20au/chrono

Symbol of Safety AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/symbol%20of%20safety%20au/chrono

Hatake Clan AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/hatake%20clan%20au/chrono

- Note: Some Hatake Clan lore is untagged and can be found separately by searching…

- “I wanted to share this Kakashi AU in fic format”

- “The image of the Hatake’s walking through a field”.

- “I decided to rewrite and expand on some things :))”

- “The Hatake were not always as they are”.

- “Kakashi is so goddamn stressed out he turns his ancestors hair gray”

- Idk if these were meant to be untagged but I included it anyway:

- “The rest of the pack just watching/scoring”

- “TOXIC PAKKUN”

- “They meet up with Guy all the time to swap the stories”

- “Pakkun is a crotchety old man trapped in the body of a pug”

- “Tsume: They really need to do something”

- I hear what you’re saying but what it sounds like is Kakashi basically Jack O posing to box with a fucking pug

- Pakkun would find it more insulting if he didn’t look so hilarious doing it

- minato watching nearby

- kakashi would never shut up about it either.

Venomous Naruto: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/venomous%20naruto/chrono

Venomous Naruto: The Breaking of Team Seven: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/venomous%20naruto:%20the%20breaking%20of%20team%20seven/chrono

Naruto Uzumaki Protection Squad: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/naruto%20uzumaki%20protection%20squad/chrono

- Note: first 2 post are not tagged; can both be found by searching “slacker squad”.

- Additional note: second post is tagged #Naruto protection squad instead of #Naruto Uzumaki protection squad

Shinobi Babysitter’s Club AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/Shinobi%20babysitter%E2%80%99s%20club%20au/chrono

- Note: The first post was a kakashi simp/appreciation ask from me but it could be added to the tag for full coverage since it sets the scene of the au. Can be found by searching “Aizawa energy”

Kakashi’s Mom: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/Kakashi%E2%80%99s%20mom%20au/chrono

Unnamed: there’s this kinda au you made with Naruto thinking the fourth hokage is boring and preferring Hashi or Tobi but it doesn’t have a tag. Screen shots included in next ask so u can just tag that

Unnamed: Shikamaru finds out naruto is the son of the fourth hokage.

- Note: Second post can be found by searching “my tumblr keeps crashing” and the first by searching #brilliance.

- There is also 2 other people find out posts that can be found by searching “it happens in the middle of class” and “Are there just no pictures of the Fourth Hokage other than the whole mountain thing”

Unnamed: another orochimaru time travel. Less of an au and more of a prompt. Post can be found under #Oro-Sasuke is redefining emotionally repressed

Tree of Youth: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/tree%20of%20youth%20au/chrono

Color Blind Naruto: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/color%20blind%20naruto/chrono

Ohana AU: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/ohana%20au/chrono

- Some posts are untagged so you can find them by searching:

- “Both are amazing. I could see them doing both tbh”

- “I mean Naruto is definitely his own level of Too Much”

Foxy Naru: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/foxy%20naru/chrono

- Unincluded post can be found by searching:

- “Give me night shine and predator instincts”

- “The fist time Shikaku woke up his son and got growled at”

Vigilante Deku: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/vigilante%20deku/chrono

- Note: I included post can be found by searching “They’re honestly thankful for their mask so he can’t see how flustered they are”

Hunter Au: https://dark-elf-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/hunter%20au/chrono

Ya boy ye ally needs to go through and start naming things and organizing tags. Big rip

Also bless you I adore you

#the elf talks #naruto #au masterlist #au masterpost #naruto au masterlist #I swear I will eventually unearth the laptop and get things actualyl organized #I am bad at names and have so much adhd

[crystalflygeo]

Long overdue final ebg post (lmao) bc I need to get this out of my system...

Tag for all the posts/storyline

Art by the amazing lovely precious cutie Aine @/ainescribe

First of all I want to thank @i23kazu immensely for allowing me to participate pls I was SO unsure at first haha and she absolutely killed it with the interactions, the lil side project, the prompts, the scores tally... it's just so much work, kudos to you Ying fr!! It was a super fun game.

Shoutout to my besties/mutuals

@silentmoths @ainescribe thank you for your lil asks I love seeing your characters aaaaaaaa 💕

@floraldresvi @moraxsthrone and all the anons I got, your sabotages here and in discord were brutal omg Vi you almost made my cry //pos bc I wanted to react/respond to Li's messages 🥺 EVERY SINGLE TIME ghgnhgnghgn and NOT KEL MAKING MY GIRL HAVE A WET DREAM/SPICY MEMORY TYVM 💕 the way I had to contain myself hELP I loved it svcgavscgvsjgacbkackl

@meimeimeirin you also sabotaged me a lot, meanie //pos I loved SO MUCH your asks/little stories aaaaaa thank you for engaging so much when I know you're super busy 🥺 it def made my day everytime, ty for bringing the girl home and solving my silly lil mystery hehe 💕

@kurikurikurisu GIIIIIRL it's so funny to me that we kinda started interacting more on the last ebg for Rin and then I was like "she's a cool person I wanna fren.... 👉🏻👈🏻 but I shy...." took my sweet time to invite you to the server and turns out THIS ebg got us closer (I think? ehe?//hit) we didn't interact much in tumblr with each other's plots but bOY were we emotional support in discord, we really were in this suffering together 🤝🏻 mhm //nods nods 🤣 thank you so much for being interested in my lil silly plot and my girl aaaaaa

As for the "plot" and other things... (this got so long I am so sorryy;;;)

Well at first I wanted to do kinda a normal ebg, no plot or anything bc I don't think I have the smarts to do an elaborate game/story lmao and I kinda wanted to have more established s/i lore?? And then I realized hey I can use the ebg to introduce my s/i!!!

See I'd been working SO hard on her names lately, researching and studying in-game adepti lore and stuff and I though why don't I make it a simple game where the goal is to guess her name (with me giving hints ofc) and at the very start I had the idea of her losing her memories so she could re-discover/remember things about herself alongside the "players" learning them. Whoever character I got as my bias would help her and get to know her too along the way, even npcs (or in the rare case of me getting Dottore/Pantalone, probs be the villain for her memory loss lmao)

And then I got Kazuha. And it was so SO perfect. I took inspiration from Spirited Away with the plot point of having your name/memories/identity stolen and for some reason I remembered the whole Ino-shika-cho koi-koi card combo from Summer Wars I just had this vivid mental image of a scene where Kazuha dropped the biggest hint by writing the Kanji for Butterfly (Chō) which doubles ofc as the Hanzi for Butterfly/Crystalfly (Dié) written the same pronounced (and romanized) differently :3c

I was very proud of myself//hit also

I did not end up making haiku bc they are complicated but I at least tried to loosely keep/emulate the 3 phrases, phonetic rhyme and sensory elements while referencing my lil plot lmao

✧˖Originally I was gonna blame it on a playful tanuki or smth but I don't think they're powerful enough youkai lmao it was probably a kitsune.... we may never know ✧˖She was technically never in any danger yeah but imagine being lost with no memories and no way to know if you could get them back even because every person she met kept telling her they didn't know ofc she'd break down, or at least me, I'm very crybaby and neurotic sometimes//HIT ✧˖Yes this entire thing was technically Zhongli's fault since he did write her a letter addressed 亲爱的晶蝶 ("My dear Crystalfly/Jingdie") and that IS her name woops on a random note I kinda imagine he also signs with something like 你的龙 "Your Dragon" and vice versa with Crys ("My dear Dragon/your Crystalfly") sgcvgajsvcjhacbajkca //squeals kicks feets

And all this started because I was stressing over the fact that "Crys" is not an appropriate name for a Liyue character lmao, I debated for so long giving her a chinese name, but I didn't want to further make her an OC I wanted her to represent me/my blog (also part of me was and still is immensely worried I somehow insult cn ppl by being as some sort of weeabo equivalent or that I am "appropriating culture" or idk I may be dumb but I try to do my research and I prommy it does not come from a place of malice or anything I genuinely love genshin and Li and it's got me interested in a culture/country I funnily enough have somehow interacted with and have friends in but never really paid that much attention to ig...) and then I just had the epiphany What if I just reverse engineer and name her Crystalfly in cn? Lore would be that either her name got accidentally translated in documents a long long time ago and ppl started calling ehr Crystalfly/Crys and she rolled with it or she simply adopted the translation/nickname as her name for international settings, keeping her true name more private (hidden in plain sight tbh) p sure the only ones who know are the elder adepti (Ganyu/Xiao included) and Neuvillette (once he told her his real/first name) (ironically Crys may be harder to pronounce i other languages lmaoooo rip Fontaine)

Anyway this got way too long lmao sorrryyyyyyyy thank you everyone kith kith love y'all bye!! 💕

#crys plays ebg #final post aaaaaa this was all so satisfyinga nd fun and such a roller coaster dshvhsjdbvhsbvks #crys lore #new tag aaayyyy//HIT #I will spam more in the future but not too much I prommy #I gotta go back to writing soon I'm itching hhhhhhh #ty everyone ilu all <3 #crys yaps