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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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HAPPY 400 FOLLOWER GAME!

Ask me any of these questions in my requests and I'll answer them! ❤️ (thank you @tumblush for this list!)

150 questions - You must be curious about one of these things!

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get alone with?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

12. What are your 5 favourite songs right now?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

19. Do you like bubble baths?

20. Do you like your neighbours?

21. What are you bad habits?

22. Where would you like to travel?

23. Do you have trust issues?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

26. What do you do when you wake up?

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

40. What do you want to do after high school?

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

43. Do you smile at strangers?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

46. What are you paranoid about?

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

53. Favourite makeup brand?

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food?

58. Last thing you ate?

59. First thing you ate this morning?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

65. Are you hungry right now?

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

69. Are you watching tv right now?

70. Names of your bestfriends?

71. Craving something? What?

72. What colour are your towels?

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

80. What colour pants?

81. Favourite tv show?

82. Favourite movie?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

87. First person you talked to today?

88. Last person you talked to today?

89. Name a person you hate?

90. Name a person you love?

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

96. Favourite actress?

97. Favourite actor?

98. Do you tan a lot?

99. Have any pets?

100. How are you feeling?

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

103. Can you spell well?

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

111. Do you have trust issues?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

113. What was your childhood nickname?

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

115. Do you play the Wii?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

121. Are you mean?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

127. What makes you happy?

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

130. Do you like subway?

131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

134. Can you count to one million?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

137. How tall are you?

138. Curly or Straight hair?

139. Brunette or Blonde?

140. Summer or Winter?

141. Night or Day?

142. Favourite month?

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?

147. Mars or Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closet book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

#HAPPY 400 #THANK YOU FOR 400

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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Thank you for 400+ followers!

Hello lovely followers!

How are you all doing? I hope well!

I wanted to make this post to thank all of you for 400+ followers and to give all of you a few updates regarding my account! As of right now, requests will be CLOSED so that I can catch up!

Requests pending: 26

I also want to make a game to celebrate this milestone! Any suggestions? Thank you all so much!

#THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS #THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING #THANK YOU ALL

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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Overthinking*

Overthinking* (AU)

(REPOST BC MY DUMBASS DELETED THE POST BY ACCIDENT)

author: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS! This is my favorite piece of literature I have ever written for this blog specifically. I literately felt so alive while writing this! I hope you like it! It’s pretty long so I do hope you like it! I also know you specifically requested headcanons, but it was easier to write as a scenario! I am sorry about that! I also failed to mention this is an AU!

pairings: AU Shisui x female! reader (It could be gender-neutral too)

words: 1813

genre: angst & fluffy

warnings: jealousy, angst, and too much fluff

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(it is really long so it’s continued below the cut)

The cold wind made the shivers up your spine mutate into creatures of the night, scratching and roughly cutting into your skin as you ran through the streets, tightly holding two bags full of the appetizing junk food you had shockingly found at your local corner store. You allowed your scarf to blow through the wind as you looked ahead of you, capturing the gate of his apartment.

You slowed down, typing in the numbers to the small pin-pad laying on the gate before entering the apartment complex, rushing through the halls, and into the nearest elevator. You pushed the button to his floor, your finger clicking the button in careless desperation. The elevator closed in a seemingly ignorant manner, earning a disgruntled sigh from you.

Upon reaching his floor, you began running again, almost bumping into a couple that was entering the elevator. You squeaked an apology before turning your attention back to your whereabouts, finally reaching your destination. You knocked on his door, almost wanting to claw at the rundown paint as every second felt like an eternity.

The door opened with a loud groan and you were greeted with darkness. Your eyes searched for another pair in the darkness and you finally let out the breath of air you were unconsciously holding in. The eyes that stared back at you, once warm and inviting, were emotionless and cruel. You felt the air spill out of your lungs with desperation and you opened your mouth to speak, but to no avail. Nothing was appropriate for this type of meeting.

You walked into his apartment, shrugging off the heavy feeling that had accumulated in your chest, before turning on one of the lights in his kitchen. You let the bags fall on the counter, removing the items carelessly.

“I brought you vanilla, chocolate, cookie dough, and cookies and cream ice cream,” Your voice was turning into mush as you began to name the countless things you had bought in a rush. You were met with silence.

You turned around to look at your best friend, eyes widening as you noticed his disheveled state. His eyes were surrounded by red, swollen skin, his shirt covered in smudges, and his sickly pale skin made his brokenness obvious. It wasn’t only emotionally painful, you had noticed, his pain had also manifested itself physically.

You stopped removing the items from the bag, stepping away from the counter until you were in front of him. He had always been taller than you, fitter than you, and always had this well-put-together aura about him that always bothered you. He seemed much smaller now; his shoulders were hunched over, arms hanging down as if gravity were to pull them apart from his body at any minute, and his eyes that were once windows to a kind soul, were dull.

You pursed your lips, knowing that the jokes that were patiently sitting on your tongue weren’t appropriate. You reached for his hand, taking it in yours as you led him through his small apartment and onto the couch you had both found sitting at the corner of a street with a “Free” sign attached to it.

You let him sit down before sitting down next to him, leaning back and pulling him onto your chest. You held onto his lifeless body in hopes of comforting him, drawing random shapes onto his back. There was nothing to say and nothing to feel except for the pain that was radiating from him as he began to cry onto your shirt.

You had never seen him like this. Your best friend that you were hopelessly in love with was always a happy, go-lucky person. He was the one to lift others up, he was the one to appear with countless tubs of ice cream and nerdy jokes when someone was emotionally broken. It was never the other way around. Except this time, it was.

“Shisui—” You began saying, your voice barely above a whisper. You had no idea what you were going to say next and you hesitated, allowing your voice to drown in his tears.

“It’ll be okay.” You whispered, the soft hum of the television drowning out your hesitant words. For once you were thankful that the television was loud enough to drown the noise in the living room.

You had once wished for his television to be shut off. Back then his apartment was full of people, full of classmates and coworkers, full of… her. You were sitting on the same couch, with a soda in hand, observing him from afar. His arm was around her shoulders as he happily talked to someone irrelevant. That night, her hand held his with a love that was now confirmed to be a lie and all of the words you’d direct at him would submerge in the noise of the television, never to be heard of again.

Back then you hated his television, his apartment, his friends, and… his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

“It’ll be okay, Shisui,” You whispered, running one of your hands through his messy hair, “Everything will be back to normal before you know it.”

“What’s normal?” The silence you had now grown accustomed to was disrupted by his voice, which had been beaten down to a frail whisper. Your eyes looked ahead and began noticing a frame holding a picture of his broken relationship. That was his normal, not yours. You had somehow forgotten that his normal was a life with her and her only.

“You’ll have your friends to rely on. You’ll hang out with Itachi and Kakashi,” Your voice wavered as your eyes fell upon another picture, one that had the both of you together. Your eyes traced the way his arm wrapped around your shoulder, just like it was on hers the one night you refused to remember. “You’ll have me.”

Why was it coming to you now? Why was the jealousy and pain you felt that night coming back to you?

Why did you feel like blurting out your feelings to him, confessing in a state of panic? Why did you want to take the pain away and comfort him in ways he never expected of you?

A kiss would be sufficient. The idea of kissing him was irresistible and yet you did not want to take advantage of his pain. You decided that you would never confess your feelings to him, as you bit your lip, trying to figure out your next move. Your next… lie.

Should you say that he would find someone else? Someone that wasn’t you?

“Y/N, it will never be the same.” Shisui lifted his head up, tears streaming down his cheeks as his eyes met yours. “She will never be the same to me. You know I could have forgiven her—I tried to forgive her for weeks—but every day I would wake up to the thought that maybe she was with him again. Am I not good enough? Am I really that shitty for her to want to be with other people?”

“No tou’re not, Shisui! She’s the shitty one.” You answered, becoming angry with the thought that Shisui would even feel as conflicted as he did before you. “You’re so thoughtful. You always do nice things for everyone and always prioritize others before yourself and…”

Why would he feel that way? Was he really so in love with her that he had become blind to his own kindness?

“Maybe I prioritized everyone but her.” Shisui’s words felt like poison as you tasted his hatred, and tears began filling your eyes as you couldn’t handle seeing him in pain any longer. Shisui’s eyes, his expression, had been crumbled into nothing but hatred. A hatred you had never experienced. “Maybe she just realized—"

“No, Shisui! You did not do that. In fact, you put her above everyone else! Honestly if I were her, I would have—” The words had slipped out. The words had slipped out of you as if someone had held a knife against your neck and forced you to confess. You stopped yourself from talking, wanting to swallow the childish words you had just blurted out.

“If you were her what, Y/N? If you were her what would you have done?” It was as if he was egging you on, trying to see what your next move would be. His dark eyes almost seemed a blood-red as he demanded an answer from you, his eyes slightly becoming soft as he realized that he was almost yelling at you, his face inches away from yours.

“I would have been with you forever.” Your voice was above a whisper, but for once, the television hadn’t swallowed your words. For once, he was in front of you, looking at you in a way he had never seen you before. In the way you had always seen him.

“Then prove it.” His voice had dropped to a whisper, a playful tint to his pain inflicted voice.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. As painful as it was to make a move under the circumstance, you felt yourself being pulled to him like a magnet. Your lips crashed against his with desperation at first, the salty taste bringing you back to your senses. You tried to lean back, immediately regretting your decisions, but was pulled back by a hand that had begun to caress your cheek. His lips met yours with a much softer greeting as his movements aligned with yours in a synchronized dance. His soft touch felt like fire against your skin and the pit of your stomach began to overflow with butterflies; his touch wasn’t the same anymore.

Shisui leaned back, his eyes wide in realization as he looked into your shocked ones. You felt your heart drop at the thought of Shisui not feeling the exact same way. You felt yourself wanting to throw up as thoughts of him disappearing from your life began to flood your mind. You didn’t want to lose him—not even as a friend.

“I—I’m,” You stumbled over your words, not knowing whether to apologize or to leave. You looked around you; you had no way out. He was encircling you, his hands on your cheeks, warmth so hot it could burn your skin.

“No, don’t say anything,” Shisui answered, his voice much stronger than it had been that entire day; much stronger than it had been that entire month. As he looked into your eyes, the eyes that he always looked at with such adoration, he came upon a realization.

It wasn’t her. It never was and never would be.

“Y/N.” Shisui breathed, trying to find the right words to say without pushing you away.

He wasn’t sure if it was in the moment, if your kiss and advances were in the moment, but he didn’t care. He had come upon a realization too important to be disregarded.

“I love you.”

#naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #anime #anime headcanons #anime scenarios #baby shisui #shisui #shisui headcanons #shisui x reader #shisui uchiha

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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Hi, there! Could I ask for an angst/fluff scenario with Madara, please?

The Decision That Changed Everything

author: Hello hello! Thank you for requesting Madara! (honestly he’s one of my favorite naruto characters!!!!) This request actually satisfied me in a way because I have been thinking of “What if... this happened?” I hope you like it! If you don’t pls do request another idea!

pairings: madara x gender neutral reader

words: 938

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: anger, betrayal, and sexual inferencing

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You smiled lightly as the aroma of the stew filled your senses; it traveled throughout your small kitchen, making its way back to you with a dance. Your chest swelled with excitement as you began to imagine Madara’s reaction when he would finally come home; he would enter, leaving his shoes at the door, walk towards the kitchen, only to find a thoughtful gift from you, his favorite food.

Maybe he would pay you back with a small token of his appreciation.

The thought made a shiver down up your spine, causing you to slightly shake your head in excitement.

The thoughts of your husband were cut short by the door slamming behind you, causing you to drop the ladle you were holding, its remains falling on your barefoot feet. You winced in pain, quickly reaching for a handkerchief to wipe the stew off. You quickly picked up the spoon, laying it on the counter before turning the stove off.

You looked over, expecting to see your husband, but were met with his shoes by the doorway. You quickly walked by them, disregarding the mess that they had made at the entrance, before going through a long corridor, stopping at your bedroom.

“Madara?” Your voice echoed through the relatively empty house, eyes peering over to look at the figure sitting at the edge of your bed. The figure didn’t respond, its shoulders heaving up in down in desperation. “Madara? Are you okay?”

The silence frightened you, drowning the comfort you had previously held onto, forcing you to become accustomed to the anxiety radiating off of the man in front of you. You stepped into the room, hands carefully taking off the apron that was tightly tied around your waist. You let the cloth fall, walking over to your silent husband. Madara’s hands gripped the bedsheet, wrinkling the fragile fabric, as his breathing began to slow down at the sound of your voice.

“What’s wrong?” By now you were standing in front of him, your eyes wide with worry. “Did something happen at work?”

All of a sudden, as if Madara’s body had become possessed, Madara pulled you into him, causing you to collapse into his lap as he held you against him. His face was burrowed into your neck, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, softly running your fingers through his long, raven-like hair. His breathing became relaxed as you continued to soothe him, trying to calm him down.

“They’re not naming me Hokage.” His harsh words were muffled by your shirt and silence drowned in tension as you struggled to find comforting words that would ease the pain that had glued the both of you to one another in a sticky trance of betrayal.

You brought Madara closer to you, letting your lips rest against his forehead in a brief, but meaningful kiss. Words were not enough to demonstrate your anger towards your older brother. Madara had fought for the village just as much as Hashirama did. Madara had destroyed his family with Hashirama’s promises of a better future… and yet it was his future that was destroyed.

“Let me talk to him,” Your voice was laced with desperation as you began to stand up, stepping away from Madara, “I can talk to Hashirama and tell him that it’s absolutely unfair for you to not be Hokage. You literally fought for the—”

“I want to leave the village,” Madara’s hands found their way to your face as they cradled you so gently, the way they always seemed to caress your skin, “I want to leave and I know the clan won’t follow me. They like it here. I know you like it here, too.”

Madara’s hands dropped from your face, trailing down your body, sewing a line of panic through your curves as the thought of him leaving settled in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes were stuck to his chest, focusing on the fistfuls of clothing you were unconsciously holding onto. Almost as if you were physically holding him down to stay with you. You were speechless, angry, and terribly… betrayed.

Not only by Hashirama, the idiot who had betrayed every single one of his promises but by your husband, who was planning a life without you.

“I’m not asking you to come with me,” Madara continued, bringing one of your hands to his lips, gracing your knuckles with a kiss, “but I need you to know that it’s okay if—”

“I’m going with you.” Your words cut through his, slicing open the newly found resent you held towards your brother, along with the desperation of staying with Madara. “I am not letting you leave me, Madara. If my brother won’t acknowledge you as the village’s founder, then I will.”

Madara’s lips, that were formed into a scowl minutes before, eased into a small smile. He leaned down, softly pressing his lips against yours, the kiss that once appeared to be a silent thank you, now becoming a desperate one. You winced as Madara began to lead you towards your bed, accidentally brushing the irritated skin on your foot. You were seated down a couple of minutes later, your foot on Madara’s thigh as he applied ointment on the burn.

“I guess we can’t leave yet, huh?” You asked, a small smile spreading on your face. Madara softly smiled as he wrapped a bandage around your wound, his small actions showing his gratitude.

Maybe you weren’t leaving yet, and maybe you would soon grow to hate your brother, but at least Madara was with you. That itself would change everything.

#naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #anime #anime headcanons #anime scenarios #madara x reader #madara uchiha #madara #sfw

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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May I request Hidan relationship headcannons? Tysm! Your writing is so good! 😘

A Relationship With A Religious Sadist

(Hidan Relationship Headcanons)

author: hi hello anon! thank you so much for requesting this! I had so much fun writing this! I did just write SFW, BUT if you want NSFW... I can definitely dive into that (hidan is just... woah) and you can request it too! I hope you like it! (and please do request more if you liked it!)

pairings: hidan x gender neutral reader

words: 1420

genre: surprisingly soft/sfw headcanons

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, and religion

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Ah, Hidan, the man that walks and talks with the confidence of a thousand suns. The man who loves to take his time and experience the thrill of murder! The have fun for once, torture someone, man! Who is a COMPLETE and UTTER softie at your feet. Well, not as soft as a regular boyfriend would be, but soft in Hidan’s own way.

The man that comes back to the hideout with a little “souvenir” for you just because it reminded him of you(in reality he took it out of his sacrifice’s pocket and decided to keep it because damn, he wasn’t going to let a good gift go to waste?); it was a beautiful ring that seemed to be passed down through generations in hopes of ending in someone’s ring finger. At first, you thought, is Hidan proposing to me? But the minute he began to say how sad excited he felt thinking about the sacrifice’s never-to-be bride, you knew he had just pickpocketed it.

You kept it though, and you wear it every day. On your right ring finger—because you knew Hidan would ask about the “other man you’re seeing” and would accuse you of getting married to a dead man. Jokes on you, though, because Hidan never dies.

Hidan is overall, very sweet and caring. He cares about you in the sense that he slaps your ass every time he walks by you in the hideout. Sees you cooking? He touches that ass. Sees you sleeping? He pats it—it’s his ass, in his eyes.

What can he do about it? He loves PDA.

Every once in a while, when he feels like it, he’ll just walk up to you and shove his tongue down your throat in front of the Akatsuki—what? You’re his, after all. What are the Akatsuki going to do? Kill him? Please.

Everyone in the Akatsuki just look the other way every time they see you two together. Hidan is always manhandling you in one way or another. Hand on ass, on thighs, on arms, on your waist, everywhere. That man acts like his hands mark you in invisible lines that only men could see.

For that very reason, Hidan is also very possessive. You are his object and plaything. Your feelings about it? Will very much stay silent because he doesn’t hear anything other than, “Please Hidan, claim me!” You will never go anywhere without him unless Pein tells him that you are on separate missions.

Being in a relationship with a man who is completely and madly devoted to his religion is never easy (Especially since he murders people for a living AND in name of his All-Mighty savior.)

The only person who was against the relationship to begin with was Hidan.

At the beginning of things, when he first saw you in an Akatsuki meeting, he wanted nothing more but to see you… undressed. He is, after all, a giant pervert. He’s a sadist before a pervert though, and due to his priorities in sacrifices, he was able to hide his dirty desires when he became your partner.

The more you two began to get to know one another, the more he felt this attraction towards you… this instant connection he had never felt before. Of course, the connection itself solidified the first time you had sex, which was fairly quickly (who would not be seduced by the man? He SWEATS EXUDES sex)

However, as you began to show signs of wanting to deepen the relationship with him, he began to feel conflicted about his feelings towards you. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with you—he was so enamored by the idea of being able to just grope you whenever he wanted—it was because of his religion.

Lord Jashin is supposed to be the only priority in Hidan’s life. Hidan LIVES to serve Lord Jashin, but the minute he began to take interest in you, his priorities were conflicted. How was he going to be able to keep you while appeasing Lord Jashin’s requests? Would he be able to separate his lips from yours if a sacrifice was immediately needed?

It wasn’t until he got the idea of converting you that he was at peace with the relationship. Though you haven’t 100% committed to the idea of being a Jashinist and sacrificing people to go to paradise (immortality,) you often just listen to Hidan’s teachings just because you don’t want to leave him.

In fact, most of what Hidan talks about is Lord Jashin. He is the savior! We need more sacrifices! His religion brings him a happiness that you could never provide for him and that’s why you’ve forgiven him every time he’s ditched your dates (anniversary dates or not) for a worthy sacrifice.

In fact, you’ve had to reschedule all of your dates for his sacrifices.

One might say—hey, Hidan is just so hard-working! He just wants to go to paradise after he dies and that’s why he’s so late and doesn’t care to miss any dates you meticulously plan! But the thing is, he won’t. He will never die, and that’s something he uses against you if you try to argue about his priorities in life.

Hidan is a bitch, there’s no other way to put it, and sometimes if he’s particularly annoyed by your desire to be his priority, he’ll murmur things like, “At least I know I’ll outlive you and your shitty arguments.” It’s often accompanied by, “God I hope the next fuck buddy I find after you die doesn’t try to control me like a fucking puppet.” (He likes to kill a bird with two stones—hurt your and Sasori’s feelings)

He doesn’t actually mean that though, in all seriousness, because he’s terrified of losing you and having to cope with the fact that he’d still be here after you die. He hates thinking about losing you, the one person who is able to put up with him and see a side of him no one else has.

Hidan may seem like a snarky know-it-all who’s too confident to have any insecurities, but it’s his immortality he worries about the most. What will he do if you die all of a sudden and he has to live with the pain of losing you? What will he do if he can’t see your stupid face in the morning, lying next to him, covered in drool?

He had never had any doubts about his religion until he met you.

However, he quickly gets rid of those insecurities and doubts with the thing he loves most, sex.

HE HAS THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR. He loves it when he hears you curse because he believes he was the one to taught you how to be so… dirty for him.

Oh, you want to be called baby? Honey?

He’s going to call you “bitch,” “dude,” and “fuck buddy.”

Does he consider you as his partner? In his mind, yes. In person, never.

You’re his fuck buddy. Deal with it.

He doesn’t like to show it, but he loves you as much as he can without having Lord Jashin upset at his infidelity. If Hidan was ever given the option of choosing between Lord Jashin’s paradise and you with no strings attached, he’d choose you. He would never confess that though, not even if you yourself gave him that ultimatum.

Sometimes, though, if Hidan is able to wake up before you (have I mentioned he’s a huge HUGE fan of sleeping? That man can sleep for days and wouldn’t even care) he’ll run one of his fingers through your hair and think about how lucky it is to have you.

He’s in love with you. A sadist is in love with you and he’s not gentle—his love is shown through the careless gifts he stole, the countless times he’ll reel you in for a deep make out session in front of the Akatsuki, the times he’ll complain about your attire, and even the times he simply leads you to your shared bedroom for makeup sex.

Hidan truly cares about you. His love makes an appearance in his eyes right after you’ve had sex, where he just talks about how he wants to believe there’s something greater than the life you’re both living, or when he hands you a plate of your favorite junk food as an apology.

He’s just shitty, okay? A shitty sadist who loves you. (but will never admit it)

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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Updates For Requests (07/04/20)

Hello! How are you my lovely readers? I hope well!

I just wanted to update all of you and say that I am currently working on your requests! I have been actually dogsitting (and working at my actual job as well) for an entire week now and have had to be busy with that, but I’m actually looking forward to posting a few requests tonight once I’m done writing + editing! Please look forward to more posts!

As always, stay safe and healthy!

#just an update #how are you all?#I hope you guys are doing well!#naruto headcanons #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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hi!! do you do yandere naruto characters??

hi anon! i actually have never written any yandere! naruto characters but I am open to writing it!!! so yes i do! request some if you'd like! :)

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softnaruto · 5 years ago

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I need Kabuto smut, preferably after he gets jealous of sasuke or sum

His Orders

author: hi hi! thank you so much for requesting! i sort of outdid myself and it’s really long lol! hope you like it!

pairings: kabuto x fem! reader

words: 1895

genre: nsfw

warnings: jealousy, cursing, sex, overstimulation

( nsfw below the cut)

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He couldn’t stand the obviously flirtatious cocky little attitude of his. One thing was taking Lord Orochimaru’s attention away from his complete devotion, but another thing was taking you away. You were his and his only.

Sasuke sat across from you out on the training grounds, his eyes dangerously glancing over at you while you explained how to use his katana—you were one of the best and Lord Orochimaru had instructed you to teach his new plaything. Of course, you couldn’t disagree, so you picked up your own katana and began training the younger rogue shinobi.

In your eyes, you were simply teaching the younger teenager how to use the weapon, but in Kabuto’s eyes? You were allowing him to look at you in such an inappropriate way—in a way only he was allowed to do.

Kabuto sat behind the two of you, working on some of his new experiments. Usually, he would have been in his laboratory, but when he noticed Sasuke staring at your ass as you walked by to train him, he decided to tag along. He wasn’t going to let him get away with everything, after all. Sasuke wasn’t anything important to him, maybe he was essential to Lord Orochimaru, but to Kabuto, Sasuke was a cockroach that needed to be exterminated.

He was a pest.

Kabuto’s eyes examined your figure as you sparred with Sasuke, noticing the way you would weaken your abilities so the boy would win. Kabuto wondered why you would weaken your abilities for such an animal as you were the strongest shinobi he’s ever met besides Lord Orochimaru. You should be making it hard for Sasuke—you should be making him feel so small and yet you were nice to him.

You allowed yourself to get your katana thrown away, again, and it almost seemed on purpose when Sasuke’s eyes traveled up your body as you turned away from him to retrieve your weapon.

Kabuto bit his lip, the pressure creating a small wound on his bottom lip as his chest filled with annoyance. He wanted nothing more but to crush the little insect. He felt his chest at the edge of collapsing as he saw the way you smiled at Sasuke after he mastered a move of yours. He saw the way you complimented him, the way you told him he was “so good at everything he’s tried so far,” and wondered if you really thought he was such a wonderful guy. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

The training session came to an end as the sparring became much more intense, ending with Sasuke cornering you against a tree, the katana pressed lightly against your neck. Kabuto’s eyes widened with anger, and he had to stop himself from losing his posture as he saw Sasuke’s figure against yours. His chest felt as if it were filled with smoke and all he could think about was the possibility of Sasuke’s intentions.

“Okay, training session is over.” He said, gritting his teeth. His voice was harsh, and his anger was more prominent by the second. “I’d advise you to meet Lord Orochimaru, Sasuke.”

Sasuke stepped away from you, his cold eyes looking over at Kabuto. He thanked you for the training session before bidding goodbye and disappearing into the hideout. Kabuto could’ve sworn he saw a not-so-normal bulge coming out of the young boy’s pants.

Kabuto turned to look at you, pursing his lips shut, before closing the book he was holding. He picked up the books he had laid across a log, before walking over to you and without a word, grasping your wrist with a tight hold.

“Kabuto? Where are we going? We should meet with Lord Orochimaru so he can decide if we are done for the day.” Kabuto didn’t say a single word until you were both in Kabuto’s room. He slammed the door shut before softly placing his research books on his desk. His back was turned to you, his shoulders rising in anger as he tried to calm his breathing down.

“Why didn’t you shove him away?”

“What?” You asked, your eyes glued to his back as he refused to look at you. His head was turned away from you, almost as if he were to lose control of himself if he were to face you. His hands were gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles turned white from the pressure.

“He is an insect, Y/N. You are the best goddamn shinobi I’ve ever known and yet you were so okay with playing dumb and allowing him to push you up against a tree. Why?” Kabuto began walking towards you, pinning your wrists above your head. His eyes were dark and almost hidden as thoughts of the younger boy pinning you infected his mind.

“What? It was unexpected I didn’t expect Sasuke to be that talented—” Kabuto’s eyes looked into yours, his anger taking complete control of his composed self.

“Talented?” He gritted his teeth, his voice above a whisper. “You think he’s talented? I’ll show you talented.”

Kabuto leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his warm breath an underwhelming introduction of what was about to come next. He brushed his lips against yours, the teasing friction causing you to lean forward towards him, only for him to lean back. A cruel smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, one of his hands coming down to caress your cheek teasingly.

You were his plaything, not anyone else’s.

“He couldn’t even compare to me.”

He leaned in, completely enveloping you in a kiss you had never experienced before. His tongue darting almost immediately into your mouth, claiming you as his. The passionate kiss was cut off as he leaned back, causing you to softly moan in desire of it. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in response. His tongue trailed down your exposed skin before latching onto your collarbone, sucking at the soft skin and leaving a bruise that would be remembered for days. You gasped in response, the harshness of his touch overwhelming your senses.

His free hand trailed down to your breasts, his slender fingers roughly pulling your shirt down, ripping the seams of the thin fabric. His hand found its way to your exposed breasts as Kabuto’s lips trailed back up your neck, taking control of your lips one more time, drowning any moans escaping your lips.

His hand pinched your hardened nipple, his lips pulling into a smirk as he saw the way he could physically manipulate you. He was the only one who knew you like this, the only one who could please you like this. The only one.

His index finger trailed down your exposed torso, creating a line of desire as you felt your core light up in need of his touch. He traced the hem of your skirt, tugging at the elastic in a teasing stance. You gasped against his mouth as his cold finger traced the hem of your panties, wanting nothing more but for him to reach further down. Kabuto pulled back his hand, reaching for a kunai. He removed his other hand from your wrists, leaving your skin to become bruised overnight. He took ahold of the hem of your skirt before slicing it apart with his kunai, throwing the weapon away and letting the heavy material fall on the ground.

His hand reached for your neck, a smirk spreading on Kabuto’s face as you let out a soft moan. You were always so dirty with him; just him. His hand squeezed slightly, leaning in to press a rough kiss on your lips. His other hand trailed down your body, tracing your curves and teasingly dropping to your thigh. He placed another open-mouthed kiss on your jaw as his hand hovered below your panties, noticing the wetness that had sifted through the fabric.

He wasted no time teasing, pulling down the fabric and letting it fall down on the floor with no care. He began tracing kisses down to your now exposed neck, down your chest, stopping right at your torso, a few inches away from where you needed him the most.

“Do you want me here?” Kabuto asked, looking up at you with a cruel smirk. He was planning something, that was for sure. He wasn’t going to let you be such a whore for other men, especially not a useless little idiot like Sasuke.

“Yes, Kabuto, I need you there—” Your pleads were cut off by Kabuto’s fingers, who traced your entrance teasingly, before straightening up before you.

“Lay on the bed.” You followed his orders, blindly laying on the bed and opening your legs up for him. You wanted him—no, you needed him there.” Now, touch yourself like Sasuke would touch you.” Kabuto ordered, the absence of his touch increasing your desire for pleasure.

“Wh-what?” You asked, your eyes widening in realization that Kabuto wasn’t going to please you anytime soon. He wiped his hands him in front of you, adjusting his glasses before looking down at you with a smirk. He pulled a chair from under his desk, placing it in front of you.

“I said, try and please yourself the way he. I want to see if Sasuke would be better than me since you think it is completely acceptable to be a whore for him.”

You were speechless as you were clouded with confusion, wondering if he was being serious. Kabuto was always serious, though.

“I recall that you’re the submissive one in this relationship, right? Do as I say.” Kabuto crossed his arms, licking his lips with expectation.

Knowing that you had no other choice, you allowed your hand to travel down, circling your clit with your thumb. You let out a soft moan as pleasure found its way to your body, making you softly arch your back as you inserted two fingers inside of you. The feeling of your own touch was disappointing as you desired his touch, but Kabuto was a strict man, and your pleasure was not his priority.

Making you know you were his was.

Your motions began to quicken as you reached for climax but were completely shut off as Kabuto’s voice echoed in the room.

“I haven’t allowed you to cum, yet.” A sadistic smile reached his face as he looked down at your body, almost broken as your back arched with pleasure. “Did you really think it was that easy?”

“Kabuto please let me,” You pleaded, tears staining your cheeks as the feeling of pleasure was starting to accumulate. “Please. P-please let me cum.”

Kabuto stood up, licking his lips as he took in the sight of you, hopelessly panting as your fingers circled your clit in a way only Kabuto could master, before picking up his books by his desk. He turned back to you, his cruel eyes taking in your miserable figure.

“No.” He cleared his throat, walking towards the door, his back greeting you as he began to leave.

“Kabuto? W-where are you going?” Your legs had started to shake and you wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue against your sensitive clit.

“I have to meet with Lord Orochimaru. I expect to come back and see you still touching yourself without climaxing. He will never make you cum like I do.”

And with that, he left the room, shutting the door.

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