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akamikazae · 2 years

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Love me Mercilessly Kakashi x Akami Chapter 18: Small word count: 4k warnings: Violence, mentions of gore, trauma/Ptsd previous chapters [x]

Returning home from a brutal mission in Kiri Akami unintentionally lashes out at Shisui. Struggling to keep her deeds in ANBU separate from her life in the village Akami finds solace spending time at the Uchiha Compound; specifically with the company of a 3 year old Sasuke.

Sasuke was getting so big, walking and talking with ease. He still had trouble saying Itachi’s name so he stuck mostly to ‘Nii-san.’ S’s proved just as challenging so Shisui sounded more like ‘hisui.’ But Sasuke had no problem with his A’s, though he almost always called her ‘Kami-chan.’

When Akami came around to the backyard Shisui grabbed her and swung her around. He kissed her a dozen times before setting her back on the ground.

Sasuke ran over to them as fast as his little legs would take him.

“Kami-chan! Kami-chan,” he sang.

Akami scooped him up the way Shisui had her. She sat beside Itachi on the blanket he dragged out back Sasuke still in her arms. He reached up and smooshed her face between tiny hands and kissed her on the cheek. His mouth was open and he did nothing to move his lips; it was more like he tried to eat her cheek. He’d never done that before.

Shisui grabbed Sasuke out of her arms and pretended he was mad holding him in the air giving him a harmless shake.

“You can’t go around kissing people's girlfriends' little man!” Shisui teased, tickling the kid until he squealed with joy. Once free he crawled back towards Akami and was rewarded with a peck to the top of his head. She’d never done that before either.

“Kamichan what’s that?” Sasuke asked, poking her forearm with pudgy fingers.

“Sasuke, it's rude to point,” Itachi said calmly.

Akami unwrapped the bandages from her wrist and Sasuke scooted between her legs for a closer look, turning her hand to watch the crisp black lines curve around her wrist.

“It’s my summoning tattoo. You know how Shisui and your brother have a contract with the crows?” Sasuke nodded. “I have one with snakes.”

Sasuke cocked his head to the side, he always thought crows were the only option.

“Can you ummon anything?”

“I don’t see why not.” She said,

“Does Hisui-san have a tattoo?” He asked, directing all his attention to Akami, not bothering to consult with Shisui at all. Akami always had an answer for his endless reign of questions.

“No, you don’t have to have one but it makes it easier sometimes. Do you want me to show you how it works?”

Sasuke nodded furiously.

Itachi himself had been curious and he watched as she extended her forearm. Gently nipping the skin of her thumb enough to draw a drop of blood. Sasuke gasped, upset but far too curious to avert his eyes. Afraid he’d miss it if he so much as blinked. She swiped her bloodied thumb up the length of her inked forearm. A copper bellied water snake appeared in a cloud of smoke.

Summoning Ryu was a lot more practical now that he trained to use his chakra to maintain a smaller size, sort of like a henge. He would no longer level a Forest; unless of course Akami wanted him to do just that.

She held out her palm for Ryu to slither into. The dark snake twisted himself up her arm just as the tattoo had. Balancing himself at the end of her wrist to hold his head up and inspect Sasuke. Sasuke wasn’t frightened in the least as he stared at the snake in amazement.

“This is Ryu, he is loyal to me and me to him. Ryu, this is Sasuke. I am loyal to him as well.” She said, earning a wide smile from Sasuke.

“Can I pet him?” Sasuke asked Akami.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” She said,

“He can talk?!”

“I most certainly can, far better than you I imagine.” Ryu spat.

Sasuke frowned and Akami fixed her summons with a venomous glare. Ryu hissed lazily.

Akami gave Sasuke a firm jiggle, encouraging him to try again.

“Can I pet you?”

Ryu didn’t answer but lowered his head for Sasuke to gently stroke the black scales behind his chartruese eyes.

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11queensupreme11 · 5 months

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I’ve had so many picrew ideas so I just had to lay them down for you lol :

I’ve been wondering how Hime would look like when she’ll ascend.

She’ll obviously won’t look like Sukuna or Tengen since, judging by how the two ascensions look like, it’s implied that you won’t necessarily have four arms and four eyes (cuz Tengen doesn’t have four arms but she does have four eyes tho).

So I’ve had this image in my head on how she’ll look like if she did ascend and it’s all related with the ocean lol. Ofc, just cuz I have this image of her in my head, doesn’t mean that that’s how I specifically think she’ll look like in Tsunami (it would be pretty stupid if I did).

✨picrew link here✨

I just picture her to have this while ocean vibe to her! Like I can see her have fish ears (I forgot the word for it 💀) and tentacles attached to her body. I feel like mouths would have a good attachment to her ascension. Since Sukuna can conjure mouths on his body (and I’m sure Tengen can too), Hime can obviously do so as well. Overall, I just feel like having an ascended Hime looking very unhinged with a cute-looking personality and creepy looks would be terrifying. Also, I feel like Sukuna would adore the fact that she got tentacles (that pervert would DEFINITELY use them for specific situations 💀).

I love thinking how human Sukuna would look like as a bodyguard for Shisui if she didn’t want to cancel the engagement 🥰😩✨

SO I USED A PICREW FOR IT-

✨picrew link here✨

You can bet that Junichiro would be MAD JEALOUS from seeing Sukuna always being glued to Shisui’s side at all times 😩💖😭✨

At one point, I remembered when Sukuna’s mother (when she was pregnant with him) had gender name ideas for Sukuna. Like she once said that if Sukuna was a boy, she’d name him “Sukuna”. But if Sukuna had been a girl, she’d have called her “Sakura”.

I liked how Sakura would have been his name if he had been a girl, the idea sounds so cute!

So I tried looking for a picrew to make Sakura.

At first, I wasn’t satisfied with the picrews I was looking at so I tried using a duo picrew to look for more styles and I’m so glad I found one!

✨picrew link here✨

Cuz of the cute picrew, now I keep wondering how would a Sakura x Shisui ship would look like (It would probably be one-sided tho cuz of Shisui lol)

I can see this as a cute one-sided yuri ship (but it just turns out to be a twisted love where Sakura is the ‘Queen of Curses’ and forces Hime to ascend lol)

Like Sukuna, Sakura would think long hair is a hindrance so I can definitely see her not taking part to the long hair trend and keep her hair short instead.

ALSO, ALSO I noticed how the Yuji x Hime moments will soon become an actual thing so for once, I took a picrew to support the Yujihime ship! 💕

✨picrew link here✨

I love how there’s potential to awaken more of Sukuna’s annoyance to the brat lol.

WAIT THE TENTACLE HAIR IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD??? IT REMINDS ME OF MEDUSA WITH HER SNAKE HAIR!!! hair that's alive >>> regular dead hair

and the thing about fish ears, i've just been calling them "ear fins". it seems like the most acceptable term according to google, so i stuck with it

i dont have any clue as to what her ascended form would be (if i even give her one teehee), all i know.... is that she WON'T be ugly 😂 like that's it. that's literally all i got planned 😭

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| tsunami

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uchihashisuii · 2 years

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curiosity part 02 - Shisui/OFC

Summary: In which Shisui tries out the oiroke jutsu in the name of curiosity and self-exploration.

Pairing: Fem!Uchiha Shisui/Nara Akari (OFC)

Rating: Mature | Explicit

Word Count: 1667

Content warning for gender swap, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal fisting

Author’s Note: This is part 02 of a fic I spat out a few months ago, but context isnt really necessary. No thoughts just pwp

Part 01 | Ao3

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It's a stark change of pace, when Shisui kneels over Akari and straddles her face with powerful thighs. She'd never had the pleasure to see him from this angle, in this body; he's a panting mess already, breasts heaving and hands clenching into fists at his sides. He kneels at full height, staring down at her with a flush high on his cheeks as sweat-dampened curls trail down his back.

A taste of what it's like, what he can feel, and now he's almost addicted. A plethora of sensation to play with and discover. And all hers. All hers.

Shisui licks his lips in anticipation, dark eyes made darker from the rampant desire singing through his heated veins. His hand reaches down, taking a fistful of Akari's hair, and shoves her head back harshly against the mattress.

"Open," he demands of her, voice dulcet and low in that one specific tone that always serves to make Akari's cunt clench, filled with danger and lust and presence; one that he reserves only for her, she's certain.

She doesn't waste a moment of the opportunity afforded, lashes fluttering when her mouth drops open, tongue laying dormant against her bottom lip. She's already drooling a bit, a fact that makes her thighs close tight together, chasing any bare relief she can. Shisui bows forward, riot of curls falling gracefully past his shoulder. Balances himself on a palm splayed open above Akari's head, the other still holding firm and tight in her hair until tears prick at the corners of her eyes. He lowers his weight, tugging on her hair for good measure, and slides his cunt right over her waiting mouth.

He's fucking soaked already, the slick glide of his folds on her lips and tongue making Akari moan. Hips rolling forward, Shisui grinds against her face shamelessly as he brushes his clit over the flat of her tongue. Akari's hands hold tight to his thighs as he moves and chases his pleasure, core tightening at the taste of his cunt. He smells like heaven; musky and thick on her tongue. A hint of spice, something entirely intoxicating.

He loses himself to it almost immediately, eyes closed tight. The heat of her mouth on him, the way she trembles and moans and forces herself to stay utterly still and obedient beneath him, when he knows all she wants is to show him what she can do. Fuck into him with her tongue, play with his clit, slide three or more fingers inside and make him scream. But he'd told her to lay there and let him use her, the exchange of power burning her cheeks as well as her blood. He uses her for all she's worth, toes boring into her sides, right beneath her ribs, hard enough to bruise. She's barely even aware of it, focused entirely on watching Shisui writhe above her, on the feel of his cunt, sopping wet and rocking down and across her mouth.

Shisui gives a sharp tug to her hair, impatient in spades, and thinks he might hear a murmured thank you pressed to his core. Akari arches her neck and moves, soft enough that Shisui shivers from his head to his toes, hand fisting in the sheet above her with a strangled cry. She traces over his folds with her tongue, drinking in his taste before dipping inside. Twin moans break the air as he presses down harder, clit bumping against her nose, hard and swollen. He'd been worked up, pressure building into a tension that threatened to explode the moment he used the jutsu. Akari fares no better, hips jerking up and barely able to hold in her whine when no relief is found.

She can barely breathe through the pressure of desperation permeating, made all the more difficult when she sucks in a few quick gulps of air before Shisui rocks his hips back and jutting forward again. Her face is soaked, tongue and lips dripping from spit and arousal; the easy glide of his cunt makes her eyes roll, nails digging deep into the plush skin of his thighs. Shisui slides messily over her face, over her lips and chin and nose, Akari's tongue pressed inside and it's all she can do just to keep up with his hurried pace. His breathing is hurried, muscles tense and teeth bared; it isn't long before he adjusts his hand to grip her hair in a tightened tangle, the sharp pulse of pain sent through her nerves making Akari's back arch. Shisui only pants out a breathless laugh that merges into a low groan, pressing her face so tight into his folds that she cant breathe, cant do anything but take in the scent of his dripping arousal, the wet mess dragging up and down and even with her head swimming she never, ever wants it to end.

"Good girl," he whispers fondly, hips rocking and grinding down, dragging his clit over her nose. Akari's nails dragging divots through his taut thighs, hard and fast enough to leave scores of raised lines and the odd break of skin, trying to catch a ragged breath each time he moved the barest inch off her mouth. He doesn't even seem to notice, pace only hastening as a familiar sharp intake of breath breaks through. He clenches hard around her tongue, hips stuttering and muscles in his stomach screaming; Shisui comes with a soft, triumphant cry, bearing down on Akari's face and soaking her mouth anew.

He catches his breath with a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment, corners of his mouth curved skyward. Hips continuing to rock back and forth, thighs twitching to squeeze around Akari's head with each touch to his sensitive clit. Akari eases her head back, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Shisui moves to settle on her chest, regarding her with dark eyes that slowly return to focus.

"You're a mess," he murmurs with a self-satisfied smirk, glancing from her mouth to her eyes and back again. He likes her like this; gets off more on seeing Akari's face flushed and soaked, her muscles twitching. On reducing her normal composure to nothing but desperation. Shisui smirks at the sight of her so disheveled, hair a riot of tangles and pink right down to her nipples. He reaches down to run his knuckles down the side of her face, breathing a gentle sigh when her lashes flutter and head turns to chase his touch. He grins at that, before dragging the pad of his thumb over her cheek and down to her chin, gathering up the remnants of his orgasm and slipping the wet digit between her parted lips.

Akari swirls her tongue around him, cheeks hollowed to make a show of it. Eyes hazy and half-closed, he can feel her hips bucking uselessly behind him, causing a sharp grin to curve his mouth. Desperate, indeed. But he isn't done.

He settles his weight just above her breasts, pulling his hand free from her mouth to push a fallen lock of hair from her forehead. His cunt still pulses, hot and wet over her sternum, silken folds rubbing against Akari's chest. She says nothing of his weight on her, of the breaths that drag up her throat as she pushes her thighs together and watches rapt when Shisui leans back and bends a knee, lifting his leg until his foot rests just beside her head.

Palms splayed over her thighs, Shisui lounges back with that smirk returning, sprawled open above her. Hips angled up and thighs spread, back in a graceful arch and heavy breasts heaving. Akari lips her lips, a quick dart of her tongue over the swell of her mouth, tasting Shisui's arousal and gazing unashamedly at his cunt.

She doesn't wait, barely even thinks it through. Lifts an arm and slides two fingers inside of Shisui's cunt. Impossibly warm and dripping, sopping around her; Akari's teeth sink down onto her bottom lip, spreading her fingers and swiftly adding a third when Shisui positively sings above her. She almost wants to draw it out, if only to hear those sweet sounds slipping from his mouth, but the tightened clench of him and the way he rolls his hips blinds her to all else.

He angles his hips, letting out a soft murmur of her name when her fingers curl and crook within him, angling to brush that rough patch and giving him a burst of white-hot pleasure. He rides her hand slowly, thrusting back and forth, back and forth; Akari barely has to do more than hold herself there as she watches the glisten of his folds, the arousal that runs down her wrist. A fourth finger is added as Shisui throws back his head and keens, pad of her thumb swirling around his clit and Akari's smile far too wide.

He comes a second time when she holds his cunt in the palm of her hand, four fingers deep and heel of her palm dragging over her clit in harsh thrusts that bring him to the brink almost forcefully. Rough and rushed, he hisses a warning from between clenched teeth and Akari pulls away from his bundle of nerves, too hard and swollen and oversensitive. She drags the next from him with a breathless laugh of blinded arousal, Shisui gripping her thighs hard enough to bleed when she angled her fingers to press to his sweet spot over and over in sharp, jerking twists of her wrist.

The fourth comes when Shisui arches his back and screams, fingertips slipping through the blood on Akari's thigh and whole body shaking when she'd finally brought her thumb to join her fingers. Entire fist stuffed inside his aching cunt, pounding into him so hard it had to have hurt. But still he only chased the feeling, lifting and dropping his hips in time with Akari's movements within him, stretching himself open and gushing over her hand and wrist to soak her chest.

#shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #shisui x oc #shisui x ofc #shisui smut #naruto #jules writes #akari #shikari

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avenger-hawk · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons about how Itachi and Sasuke lost their virginity? With whom, where, when (not meant as ItaSasu pairing)?

This is not an ‘imagines’ blog coming up with headcanons for all promoted subjects and details tho. I say it not to belittle those blogs but because I don’t have cute, positive, happy or romantic virginity loss headcanons, so read with caution if you’re triggered by dub-con.

I have this concept that I call ‘canon behind the screen’ that ofc is my headcanon only, but it’s about dark things not suited for children that happened in the n*ruto universe, as it’s a universe with child soldiers, orphans left alone and more, which imo means that if it’s considered ok for a very young person to die, it’s also ok to put them in inappropriate se/xual situation, or just to have se/x at a very early age, cause no one cares, not being our universe, with ethics and so on.

Itachi lost his with Shisui. So it was relatively safe and protected. I headcanon he did it more out of curiosity than real feelings though. It doesn’t mean that they didn’t feel anything for each other though, like I wrote here and also here.

As for Sasuke, he left the village and spent 3 years with Orochimaru who wanted his body...as his vessel but also as more, as many suggestive moments hint at. So I headcanon he took Sasuke’s virginity as a proof of loyalty and submission, and that Sasuke let him because he wanted to become stronger and he didn’t care about what happened to himself. I mentioned this in my team taka/sasuke headcanons already, so nothing is really new.

#vivalarevolution #vivalarevolution: visions #tw: rape #kinda #canon behind the screen

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cafeinthemoon · 3 years

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More updates 👇

Personal post here. If you don’t want to see this type of post, just filter the tag #talking at the café

As I said in this post, I would be posting a list with some updates about my future works. Life has been messy for me and I know this blog has been a mess too (I’ve been neglecting it), so I needed to do this.

The list of requests and fics I’ll be working on is under the cut 👇

Here’s the list of remaining requests:

Tobirama, Madara and Izuna asking their s/o about her clan, but she's the last of them and is infertile (anon)

Fluff hcs for Shisui with fem/so (anon)

Tobirama neglecting his s/o, who moves on to another man (anon)

Grandpas with s/o who was raised in an abusive family and their past comes back to memory when they inadvertently say something triggering (anon)

Grandpas with s/o who's neurodivergent (ADHD, autism and dyslexia) (anon)

Grandpas feat Izuna with a tall s/o (anon)

Grandpas with s/o who's sobbing but it's just because of a book with a sad story (anon)

Tobirama, Naruto and Kakashi with a chaotic s/o (like Harley Quinn) (anon)

Kakashi/Team 7 with a student who doesn't give a f* (anon)

Founders with s/o who sleeps with a plushie (anon)

Gaara with s/o with emotions that interfere in their power control (anon)

Tobirama, Madara and Minato with s/o who has a death metal voice (anon)

Here are the fics I’ll prioritize:

The Leaves of Her Garden (Madara x reader)

The Home I Crave (Tobirama x reader)

Fics that will be updated less often:

Purple Dragon (Katsuki Bakugou x ofc)

Let Them Go (Tobirama x reader)

To Where the Water Take Me (Tobirama x ofc) (Fantasy!AU)

Kasumi (Genma x ofc)

About other works: I don’t have plans for them rn. They will remain on hiatus

#talking at the café #updates #fanfiction #requests #blog update #naruto fanfiction #naruto requests #bnha fanfiction

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kusunokihime · 4 years

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[ Okay so all but four muses have their bio pages up, sooo I thought I’d revamp / reshare my ship interest call sheet! Everyone’s on there, and if you have any questions about how to fill it out, just lemme know! And if you need an unfinished muse’s info, I can ofc get it to you!

But BEFORE YOU HEAD OVER THERE, a few things to note about a few muses / mun:

Sasuke and Shisui are SINGLESHIP, meaning they only have one romantic ship, and those are technically ships ON the blog: Sasuke with Hinata, and Shisui with Ryū. There’s a few reasons for this I don’t really feel like getting into buuut the long and the short is this is just how I see things going the most smoothly given past experiences. They ARE open for other bonds! Friendships, family, enemies, students, teachers, etc. The ONLY exception is Sasuke’s switcharoo ship with @historias-multorum‘s Hinata with our crossover verse (which my Hinata is also part of with Ghost’s Sasuke). That said they CAN be written as single in any verse, but I won’t be doing romantic ships with them otherwise~

PLEASE respect orientations of muses when it comes to romantic / sexual ships! If a muse is het, they won’t ship with someone of the same gender, and vice versa. If a muse is asexual spectrum, sex probably isn’t gonna happen. Etc etc. ALSO if a muse is a child by default, NO sexual content unless we hit a point in the timeline where they are 18+.

I’m really not into age gaps? No flak to anyone who is, but anymore more than like...10-15 years is usually enough to make me squeamish depending on the details. ESPECIALLY if a muse knows a child muse when they are an adult, for example Hinata and any of the sensei. That just screams questionable to me, personally.

And as my rules already say, no in.cest ships, no child x adult ships.

...I think that’s it??? If anything else pops up I’ll make note of it but these are my most basic things I can think up off the top of my head. Otherwise...go ham my dudes xD ]

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#ship interest sheet #some i have to laugh at tho #like ayame #if anyone puts romantic with her i'ma lmao #good luck with that x'D

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itachiandsasuke · 6 years

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Naruto Challenge x Day 01

Favorite Male Charakter

Shisui Uchiha ofc!

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uchihashisuii · 2 years

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curiosity.

Summary: In which Shisui tries out the oiroke jutsu in the name of curiosity and self-exploration. And then his girlfriend shows up. Pairing: Fem!Uchiha Shisui/Nara Akari (OFC) Rating: Mature | Explicit Word Count: 2345 Content warning for masturbation, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, gender swap Author’s Note: i thought to myself. what if shisui had a pussy tho Ao3 Link

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He's himself, but perhaps a bit more delicate. The same curved eyes and wide nose, though his jaw is slimmer and his mouth a bit fuller. The same thick riot of curls, now long enough to brush the tops of his breasts. Those are new - a flush dusts his face as his hands -smaller, with thin fingers and slim wrists- wander, cupping his breasts and giving a soft squeeze. They're heavier than Akari's, he realizes with a short huff of laughter. He runs his thumbnails over his nipples, an odd surge going through him at the feeling.

"So sensitive," he whispers to himself, circling with the pads of his thumbs. The voice will take some getting used to; higher but huskier, something weirdly hot about it. But he supposes that's rather the point, with a jutsu like this.

A palm smooths down his stomach and abdomen, still taut with muscle and littered with old scars. His belly has a bit of give to it, his normally hard edges rounded with softness. He has curves, which makes his brows raise and an incredulous sort of laughter slip through his lips. He feels a bit silly doing this, but then he notices the way his breasts bounce when he laughs and can't keep his hands away.

The bed dips beneath his weight when he finally finds the courage to lay down. He props up the pillows, back cushioned comfortably and giving him a good view. Shisui drums him fingers on his thigh -soft, so fucking soft- and works up the nerve to explore further. He opens his legs, pouting a bit when he realizes he can't actually see anything down there, and drags his fingertips slowly to his cunt. He throws his head back at that first tentative touch to his folds, blinking rapidly at the ceiling as he realizes just how sensitive it is; the barest hint of tease enough to have his thighs twitching together and his cunt clenching. He blows a lock of hair from his face and swallows down his nerves, fingers pressed between his folds.

His hips jerk forward sharply, eyes wide when he finds the easily glide of arousal already coating him. His swirls the tip of a finger over his entrance before pulling his hand back and bringing it to his face, inspecting. Soaked, and when he brings it to his mouth he tastes just like Akari. Bitter and thick on his tongue, moaning lowly around his finger as he sucks it clean.

Shisui glances to the closed door with his lip between his teeth, both hands delving between his thighs. His eyes fluttering closed as he sinks his middle finger inside his cunt, right to the knuckle. There's a pressure in his core that he's used to, pulse rising steadily as he fucks himself. His other hand moves higher, tongue between his teeth as his fingertips explore, and he knows the moment he finds that small bundle of nerves. It's hard to differentiate among the rest of heat and slick, but when he bumps against his clit his thighs come together sharply, back bowing and breath escaping through a hiss.

Akari had let him fuck her when literally everything feels halfway to an orgasm? What the fuck.

Shisui laughs, breathless and embarrassed. Closes his eyes and tilts his head back, thighs spread wide open as he explores further.

Three fingers deep, a sheen of sweat across his skin. He groans low as he curls his hand, rocking his hips forward and back. He feels stretched but not full, soaked and slick and impossibly warm. His own hand isn't enough, even as the other pinches and rolls and tugs on a hardened nipple, plucking sounds from his throat he hadn't realized he was capable of making. He just can't get there, not fully; the molten heat through his veins and lighting up every nerve ending deep in his cunt too much, too overwhelming. Fumbling fingertips circling his clit, riding his hand with palm pressed flush to his heat. He'd been close, so achingly close a half dozen times now. But it would slip away, too much pressure inside him, too many sensations crawling across his heated skin and tense muscles.

Shisui kneels on the bed, sweat dampened hair hanging heavy down his chest. He grinds hard on his hand, hips rolling and thrusting as he takes his fingers as deep as they'll go. The angle is off, he can't get as far in as he wants; his jaw clenches tight as he clenches and squeezes, trying to tip himself over the edge as the heel of his palm drags hard against his swollen clit. He's almost there, close enough he can nearly taste it; his breath coming in heavy pants, muscles in his thighs taut and core tight enough it aches. The bed groans and rocks beneath him, a low moan slipping from his mouth as he fucks himself faster, desperate and delirious. He needs to come, needs to fall apart so badly it makes him want to scream. Why won't his body cooperate, damn it all? He'd gotten Akari off plenty of times, why is it different with his own cunt? He'd tried slowing down, fingertips dancing a slow circle around his clit and spit-soaked fingers on his breast. He'd tried grinding on a pillow, tried rubbing himself fast enough his hand blurred. Yet each time, when an orgasm neared, it slipped away again almost instantly. What is he doing wrong?

Shisui considers diving deep into Akari's bedside table for the toys she keeps there, when the door opens.

He stills on the bed, makes eye contact with his girlfriend as a flush deepens on his face. Akari's lips part and her eyes go wide, a split-second of pure shock on her face before her posture eases. She recognizes him immediately, even like this; embarrassed as he is, something almost like delight sings through his veins when her eyes darken.

Chagrined, he removes his hand from his dripping cunt. Sits back on his ass and brings his knees together, feeling far too warm and exposed and very nearly humiliated. They share everything, from a home to a heart; deepest thoughts and hidden dreams. But to walk in on something so - personal, and private. He feels like a kid who just got caught doing something wrong, and can't bring himself to look her in the eye.

Akari crosses the room in silence, standing at the edge of the bed with a hip cocked. Shisui can feel the weight of her stare, nervously running a hand back through his hair and wincing when his fingers get caught in the snarled curls, still damp with sweat.

"You're just a mess, aren't you, love?" Akari says with a hint of a smirk in her tone. On face value the words could bite deep, implying something far more; but he knows her, better than any other. Can read the soft arousal in her tone, the gentle tease and promise of more. Shisui swallows around the lump in his throat, and glances towards her with wide and nervous eyes.

"I imagine I must've looked much the same when I first started exploring my body," she continues with a shake of her head. "Too much and not enough. Frustrating." She heaves a sigh and then, then her smirk slowly unfurls; downright wicked as she sinks to her knees in one smooth motion.

"You just need a bit of help," she murmurs, voice dulcet and low and the sound of it brushing against him is enough to have Shisui shivering. Before he can react her hands are darting out to wrap around his ankles, pulling him down and yanking him until his ass is at the edge of the mattress. It's embarrassing, really, how easily she maneuvers him to her liking; their roles are reversed, he realizes with no small amount of fresh arousal shooting through his core. He feels - delicate, next to her. They're of a similar body type now, but she has no qualms against using her strength. She might be stronger than him, right now. The thought makes his cunt clench.

A low whine escapes his throat when Akari brings his knees over her shoulders, spreading his cunt open with two fingers. Shisui sits to full height, eyes wide as he stutters and flushes, trying to explain that she doesn't have to, why he even looks like this at all -

"Pretty and pink," Akari muses with a soft laugh, fingertips dragging through his silken folds. His breath cuts off with a sharp gasp, all thoughts ceasing when she leans in to press her face against his cunt.

They share a moan, Shisui's back arching as he grinds against her. Her nose to his clit and her mouth at his hole, and he thinks for a moment he can feel her smile. Akari breaths a deep sigh, eyes slipping open to catch his gaze, the moment he feels her mouth open.

Molten heat coalescing on his dripping cunt, her tongue swirling expertly against his opening. Gathering his slick, tasting it, coating her lips with it. Shisui's body fails him as his vision goes instantly white, falling back onto the bed with a sharp cry, her tongue dipping inside as she noses his clit.

He feels like he's on fire, or been doused with ice. Everything feels the same, but utterly different; he's still on edge, still keyed-up and dripping onto the sheet. But he doesn't know what she plans, doesn't know where the next touch will be. The feeling of a hot and eager mouth on his cunt is something he'd never experienced, nor does he want it to end.

The pad of her thumb teases at his hole when she pulls back, mouth slicked and glistening. "You're a marvel," she whispers lowly, making Shisui bite down hard on his lower lip. A breathless chuckle, her thumb swirling over his fluttering cunt as he clenches on an ache he wants more than anything for her to fill.

"Please," he murmurs, voice cracking; any pretense thrown right out the window as he wrestles with his own desire. "Please make me come."

Akari hums beneath her breath, free hand reaching up to grab his. Their fingers tangle, slotting together as easily as breathing. "Anything for my good girl."

That shouldn't go straight to his cunt, but still he makes a strangled and desperate sort of noise. He doesn't have the time nor presence of mind to unpack what any of that exactly means, because all he can feel is Akari's lips wrapped around his clit, giving a good suck just as her thumb dips inside his heat. She's an expert at teasing his cock until he's a panting mess, he isn't sure why he's surprised this would be any different. His breath leaves him in a swift gust, back arching clear off the bed as Akari does something downright magic with her mouth. Her tongue circles around his clit, small licks and heavy drags, keeping him guessing. His thighs shudder on either side of her head, keeping her pinned as he begs with body and voice don't stop, please don't stop.

His body feels like it's floating, light as air; Akari laps at his aching cunt like it's the sweetest thing she's ever tasted, her thumb dipping in and out in a way that makes him want to writhe. His hand tightens on hers, keeping him tethered as he shudders and bucks his hips, feeling the tightened coil in his core begin to ache with that familiar desperation. He's close again, after so long of teasing and playing yet unable to come. His free hand reaches down his abdomen, arm trembling as he grits his teeth and whines. When his fingers find soft hair he fists his hand in her locks, pulling her impossibly closer. Akari moans against his cunt, tongue flicking faster over his clit. His peak is there, just a reach away; his back bows, taut and tight and for a moment his breathing comes to a halt. He's held aloft by rampant desperation, tears springing in the corners of his eyes as Akari swirls her tongue over him, going from side to side and up and down and -

He comes with a scream. Thighs shaking and something deep within his core seeming to release. It washes over him like a raging wave, every muscle in his body seeming to relax and go taut at the same time. His cunt spills arousal over Akari's hand, soaking and dripping down her arm as he jerks and pants above her. But she only moans, tongue still moving quickly against his sensitive clit as she tastes and swallows everything he gives her. Shisui's hips jerk back, mouth dropped open as he struggles to catch his breath. It's too much, too much pressure on his cunt and too much pleasure through his molten veins. In a far away sense he thinks he might be babbling her name, hushed pleas dancing on his lips as Akari refuses to stop, her dark eyes focused on his every twitch.

She slows after a time, Shisui's whimpers slowly dying out as he lays boneless on the bed. She gives his cunt a parting kiss, her mouth and jaw soaked from spit and slick. She looks far too pleased with herself, as she leans over his prone form and dips down to graze the blunt edge of her teeth over a nipple. Shisui hisses out a moan, hands coming up to grasp her arms. He blinks his eyes lazily, catching sight of the wicked curve of her mouth that he knows equals trouble.

"How about another?" Akari whispers before dipping back down to his breast, pulling his nipple into her mouth and biting down, hard enough to make him gasp. He feels fingers gliding between his folds, and when she slides two inside -deeper than he could go, a strained moan from his parted lips- the only word that comes to mind is please.

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uchihashisuii · 3 years

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together, always. | Shisui/Itachi

Summary: It was the three of them, until it wasn't. They grew apart but came together stronger, and as she gave her blessing Akari had tears in her eyes. | ShiIta Fall Week Day 01

Pairing: Shisui/Itachi | Shisui & Itachi & OFC Friendship

Word Count: 1869

Rating: Gen

Prompt: Flirting | Jealousy | Happy Ending

Author’s Note: this ended up being a long-winded love letter to the bonds between Shisui and Itachi and my OC. The rest of the week will focus much more heavily on ShiIta, I promise x

@shiitafallweek2021

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Itachi has hardly ever felt jealousy. He'd had no reason to feel something so spiteful and unpleasant, not when he was content with where the fates had decided his life would go. Hands clasped to his shoulder and unending praise of his quick and calculating mind, of his prodigious skill and talent as a shinobi. He found his purpose in serving his village, protecting who he could to save them the harm he could take instead upon himself; in loving his precious people and allowing himself to be loved in return.

Itachi wasn't jealous, not when Shisui had confided in him that he and Akari had kissed. It was only a matter of time, he remembers thinking with a roll of his eyes. They'd been as close as Shisui was to Itachi, as Itachi was to Akari. It was the three of them, always; linked in a myriad of different ways with one another but together - wholly and equally.

He wasn't jealous when their relationship grew serious. They were all older and wiser and still intrinsically linked and tied. Akari would smile and hold Shisui's hand, but then, she did the same thing with him, too. Shisui would have an arm around her shoulders and would place a kiss against her hair and - would do the same for Itachi.

Itachi, who has a distaste for physical touch and public displays of affection - he allowed it. Encouraged it, even. He didn't consider himself a part of their relationship - it was entirely theirs; Shisui and Akari separate from Shisui and Itachi separate from Itachi and Akari separate from Shisui and Itachi and Akari. Together, always.

He wasn't even jealous when their engagement was announced, nor when Akari had asked him with tears in her smiling eyes and his hand held tightly between hers to be her maid-of-honor. He hadn't felt left out, or left behind; he'd only felt an encompassing warmth and happiness of their behalf.

He hadn't felt jealousy rear its head when things between Akari and Shisui fell apart. The wedding was called off, as both of his loves realized they didn't love one another the same way they had since they were fourteen. Hearts change, feelings change, and even if they agreed that marriage was no longer an option for two people who looked at one another and saw nothing but friendship, who felt no spark - they loved each other still. Itachi loved them still, and they loved him still.

There was no jealousy, only something far worse. His heart hadn't been as dark as to wish unhappiness upon two of the people he loved most; instead he felt something far more cruel. The thick and viscous feeling of relief.

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It was always the three of them, until it wasn't. They avoided one another and danced around the awkwardness of feelings changed, of hearts distancing from romance and returning to a queer breed of acquaintanceship. Itachi hadn't felt caught in the middle - only a far-away sense of disquiet, and no small amount of bone-crushing guilt.

It was a slow process, his meticulous and analytical mind pulling apart his hidden and secret feelings. Itachi knows, he knows, as clearly as he knows his hair is black and the sky is blue - he never once wanted to take anyone's place in their dynamic. Never once felt the burn of jealousy or festering anger of injustice. What he did feel - he realizes it with wide eyes and a tightening beneath his ribs.

What he felt was something he had felt for more years than he can keep count of. He felt love.

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It takes some months to return to some semblance of normalcy. If it can even be called that; Shisui had known Akari since he was thirteen, had been with her romantically since he was fifteen. And now he is a man grown, and looks to one of his two best friends with a startling lack of desire. It is difficult, to reconcile the image of childhood friendship with adult friendship, when so much had shifted and changed between them.

But return it does. It felt as though one day Itachi had knocked on Shisui's door, entering his apartment to find Akari familiarly sprawled on the couch with her chin resting on her fist, Shisui with her feet in his lap as they argued about the virtues of shunshin versus space-time ninjutsu. The two of them turned to him with achingly tender smiles, waving him over to pick a side.

It was a simple as breathing, really. Dropping together in silent acknowledgment of their shared history, but realizing that even something as odd as romance broken couldn't pull any of them apart. And Itachi smiled, just a small twitch of his mouth, as he took his place between them, Akari moaning as she curled her knees to her chest and Shisui dropping an arm around his shoulder.

It felt right. It was warmth and home and a lightness in Itachi's heart as he realized with startling clarity - things would be just fine.

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Things were not fine.

Not when Itachi realized with a disquiet in his mind and a burn of shame at the back of his throat that tasted suspiciously like unshed tears - he looked at Shisui and realized, that what he felt for his oldest and dearest friend was something he never quite expected to feel.

He had done nothing wrong but cannot stifle the guilt. His mind is a whirlwind as his breath comes harder, as panic surges through his veins - how long? How long had the world seemed to fall away, each time he looked at Shisui? Had it been a day, a month? A year? Always?

He doesn't know. It feels as if he'd looked at Shisui and always loved him but - but not like this. The guilt weighs heavy on his mind, and for the first time in so many years, he knows what to do but has no certainty that he has the strength to do it.

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He had never afforded himself something so difficult as swallowed pride and such open vulnerability. He had always been quiet and reserved, and when he did opt to speak his feelings it was never something so tender, so downright embarrassing as admitting where his heart had fallen.

But it was the three of them. It would be the utmost disrespect to leave her out of something as intimate as realizing he's in love with their third piece. She and Shisui had never once allowed him to feel unwanted or brushed aside, in their ten years together; why wouldn't he ever do the same for them?

Which is why he finds himself sitting at Akari's kitchen table, dark eyes tracing the nicks and scratches along the dark top. She places a steaming cup beside his elbow, and he murmurs his thanks.

She waits patiently for him to speak, watching him with narrowed eyes that he does his best to ignore. She'd grown up within the Foundation - reading people and being able to pull apart their intentions and desires and very thoughts was something that came as easy to her as breathing. Itachi is certain she knows, at least has an inkling of a suspicion, as to why he'd come to her out of the blue with contrition in his eyes.

"I'm in love with him." He pushes the words up and out of his throat, voice dipping low enough that he secretly hopes she will not hear. Shame is a close friend by now, and silently he prays and begs that he can be selfish enough to have his heart filled in a kaleidoscope of differing facets of love.

When at last he looks up he's horrified to find tears springing in her eyes, conflicting with the wide smile that curves her mouth. Panic unfurls beneath his ribs, dashing the small slice of hope to ribbons.

"Itachi," Akari whispers, reminiscent of a way one would speak to small children or animals, as though conscious of the way they could easily frighten and run away. But she speaks with as much tenderness and warmth as ever, her dark eyes bright from tears and warmth both. His lips part but no words escape, too utterly thrown off-kilter as Akari reaches across the table to take his hand.

"Do not be afraid to feel," she continues with a squeeze to his fingers. "Love, as deeply as I know you can. You deserve to find together what we didn't."

Itachi knows, within his heart of hearts, that she only speaks the truth; she wouldn't lie, to save himself the hurt. Not about this. She understands, as a secret and nearly forgotten part of him knew she would. They see one another, truly see; kindred spirits and closest friends; of course she knows what it's like to love Shisui, what it is that pulls the breath from Itachi's chest each time he smiles. She loves them both, he loves them both, Shisui loves them both. Together, always.

Akari had given her blessing with tears in her eyes, her laughter sounding high and cheerful and - relieved.

Hearts change, feelings change. It's only natural. Hers had shifted, Shisui's had shifted, and now Itachi's had shifted. And something teasing, almost impatient, in her dark eyes told Itachi that she knows Shisui's may have shifted, as well.

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Itachi finds his bravery, bolstered by the encouragement and compassion of Akari. He wastes no time, feet moving of their own volition as he finds himself at a familiar cliffside, heart in his throat as he watches the setting sun reflect off the river in fractures of golden light.

Shisui finds him within the hour, approaching with soft steps and a severity to his expression. He's worried about him, and Itachi feels that ever-present warmth rush through him at the realization. Shisui cares, so much it borders the line of dangerous, especially about him.

His name is whispered, just barely audible above the roar of the river far below. And Itachi smiles, a wide and genuine curve of his mouth as he recognizes instantly the gentle and affectionate tone used.

Itachi turns to face Shisui, and before he can even say the words Shisui smiles, bright and boyish and beautiful. A flush dusts his cheeks, deepening when Itachi reaches in silence for his hand.

Shisui understands, instantly and without any added question or weight. As Itachi knew he would, as Akari knew he would. And this moment, this realization and reflection and act of twined hands and coming together - it is for them alone. Shisui is the one to close the distance, their eyes locked and heightened pulse mirrored. A single held breath, as they teeter the edge of change.

A hand on the side of Itachi's neck, tilting his face up and his eyes instinctively close, feeling himself begin to tremble. And then Shisui brushes his mouth, whisper-soft, against Itachi's, and - it's everything he hadn't realized had been missing, from his heart and from their dynamic, after so many years.

He loves him, so much it's nearly overwhelming. There are no grand declarations or lightning strikes of passion. There is only Itachi and Shisui, and everything falls into place.

#shiitafallweek2021 #shiita #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #shisuitachi #itashi #naruto #uchiha shisui #uchiha itachi #jules writes #akari

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avenger-hawk · 2 years

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Dear Hawk, I hope you have a nice day. This question popped into my head when I saw a fanart recently. Do you think Itachi, during his Akatsuki years, could go to prostitutes? Is it OOC for him? I guess he probably had a low sex drive, however... Idk. Considering that he lives in that shinobi world, I wonder if he ever had the idea that buying sex is 'immoral'. Would like to hear your opinion anyway!

Hello Anon and thank you.

I think that prostitution, which in our world has pretty much always existed in most societies, is not at all immoral in N*ruto’s universe where children are trained to be soldiers and assassins, where mad scientists kidnap people and use them for experiments or make them fight to the death or whatever Orochimaru did, not to mention all the other weird things that are part of their society. So paying to have sex is kind of natural in their society too imo.

For Itachi though it seems OOC because he was never shown to have an interest in other people, unless a few exceptions, the most blatant being Sasuke ofc. He seems to have a low s*x drive as well, because of his illness and because of his personality, he seems kinda ‘disgusted’ by people and physical contact in general, the exception being Sasuke once again. So imo it’s ooc that he seeks a prostitute’s company.

But him thinking it’s immoral is weird, OOC even, because he killed his own clan, he saw the war as a child, he lived undercover in a terrorist organization...paying for s*x seems quite bland in comparison to all this. Imo he’d just think it’s someone’s preference, and it’s not his business. I can even headcanon Kisame being into it at times, to release some pent up stress or smth, while for Itachi it would be uninteresting.

I see him more like the type to use s*x as a way to exert his power over someone he wants to threaten or dominate. Or, in a less dark context, to have tried it out of curiosity when he was very young (lol immoral for our world, not for theirs because they can die young being soldiers), with someone he trusted, like Shisui.

#vivalarevolution #vivalarevolution: in his defense

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avenger-hawk · 3 years

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I was thinking about something, on the subject of fanfic writing.

Long post ahead. Feel free to skip but I gotta rant.

Fanfiction is less direct than fanart, that strikes immediately. Fanfiction requires an effort to read, even if it’s a pleasure once you read it. If you like it ofc.

I am a fanfic author. I wrote Naruto fics like you guys know, and I wrote fics for a small fandom that ships 2 italian singers who dueted once.

I observed fandom dynamics in this small one because I could see how it was born and how it proceeded and ate itself, because in most fandom there is some event that divides people and leads to the end. For Naruto it was the ending as before there were ship wars and many dramas but they weren’t as tragic as the ending, its pairings and the new shit. In this small fandom I wrote analyses that were incredibly appreciated, even more than my Naruto ones, and ofc I wrote headcanons and mostly fanfictions. Darkish and darkfics actually, and in the beginning there was no moral issues because people in Italy understand that fiction is not reality.

But shit happened anyway, because of twitter and details that it’s pointless to mention. This made most people act like hypocrites, and I called out these things, I wrote unpopular opinions especially on one of the parts of the ship and I was targeted as enemy lol. I argued back, you know how it works. I blocked people, I kept on doing my things. But with people blocked and unpopular opinions expressed, I was no longer popular. It didn’t matter that one of my fics was a Psycho Pass crossover, with inspiration also from dystopian literature classics, set in a retrofuturistic Italy where a sort of consumeristic fascism enabled mind control, and despite that technology being available, its slow bureaucracy still exists and influences the system, where I chose all the characters for all the roles in the most careful way, and where I made aesthetics and a soundtrack....it didn’t matter that this fic was very popular when I first posted it on tumblr then Ao3. It started to be ignored. Just like my other fics.

I kept on writing because I do it for myself, my girl whom I met in that fandom, and the occasional 2 readers, but whenever I post smth on my other tumblr I see how I am totally shunned, while a mediocre author who writes the same plot over and over, is adored. This other author periodically writes reviews to others’ fics, where she apparently praises but actually talks low and criticizes everything, but she’s popular because she writes a lot, like, AUs of all kinds with no regard for ICness, and her reviews happen always when she posts something new, so other authors feel compelled to review hers. She’ll become a politician I swear lol

Sure it’s not because person 1 is a better author, it’s because she’s got better manners. Even person 2 has because she’s fake and ppl don’t see her insults in the beginning. So it’s about manners, and this is what I wanted to express because it’s happening in this fandom as well.

Because I don’t like to see things that piss me off and I don’t like to discuss or worse, to be fake, I blocked so many people I don’t even remember, and among them there were big blogs as well. I wrote unpopular opinion, about Naruto the character and his dynamic with Sasuke, but mostly about Itachi, and this made me unpopular because how dare I not call him a cinnamon roll right? I am also sincere when I receive asks, which means being blunt at times, if smth pisses me off in my blog. And I’m too sincere when I say I don’t read others’ fanfictions because I was disappointed too many times lol.

In short, I don’t keep contacts. And in a fandom, having this or that blog ‘recommend’ you is crucial, like in real life, apparently.

Not blaming anyone here. I made my own choices, I have a hard life already, I sure don’t care about being fake nice when I have opinions. I would like to read some good fics but I don’t have the patience to look for good ones cause I know I won’t like most of them and I can’t pretend. And I learned the hard way that if you tell (some) ppl that you would like some respect they’re gonna feel attacked because (some) ppl feel entitled to tell the author whatever, but they don’t tolerate if said author talks back.

So, I am happy to see that readers always like my Itasasu fics, despite my unpopular opinions, I’m really happy. But I don’t always feel like writing IS as you guys know. Right now I’m working on 2 fics at the same time, a dark N*rusasu that is the sequel of another dark NS, and I don’t expect this to be popular because it’s a dark NS and Nar is not a ball of sunshine, actually I received a lot of hate for OFAF already, or for In The Dark, I’m actually surprised whenever I receive a positive comment lol. I’m also writing Broken Things, which is Shisui x Sasuke, which is a super rare pairing, and while I know that rarepairs are less popular, I remember how much more enthusiastic ppl were about my other Shisasu fic, Victims of Peace.

This is kinda making me doubt the value of Broken Things, even though, rationally, I know that it’s a completely different thing, as the plot is less important and it’s more slice of life-ish, and even though I’m enjoying writing it very much, maybe because I had this unpleasant experience with the other fandom, I kinda associate the two things.

Anyway. I wanted to let this out. If I’m not a popular author it’s not like I’ll stop writing. In fact I’m also writing fics for the other fandom cause instead of interrupting them I intend to finish them, because I value my writing more than popularity and more than being nice at all costs lol. You guys do you, I’ll do the same lol. Hawk out

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