ShikaCho, deer!Shika-kun. >3

I don't get it! Anon can be moar specific on the deer!Shika, pls?

Itachi/Sakura - Wet Dreams, Blood, witnesses.

He’d had this dream for almost a year now, had woken up sweating and breathing his own musty stink while he listened to the echoes of her imaginary cries die out in his mind dozens of times, and how sweet it was to finally make it real.

Sasuke stared helplessly from where his hands were nailed to the stone wall behind him. Blood was trailing down onto his bare torso, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His attention was fixed on the half-naked pink-haired girl sitting on the ground six feet in front of him.

Itachi, crouched behind her, wrapped an arm around her from the back, a sharp kunai in his white-knickled fist. He wasn’t frightened, but the excitement pounding in his crotch tripled the strength of his grip. He heard the girl’s breath catch as he pressed the tip of the kunai into the skin below her left breast, and his cock twitched at the sharp intake of air as he dug the blade into her skin. He pulled her back to his chest so that he could stare over her shoulder and have a clear view of the line of blood that pooled over the slit and then spilled down onto her white, bare stomach.

From the cliff above Sasuke, Kisame looked down at them with growing interest.

Itachi dragged the kunai across her ribs, and Sakura whimpered. The fine line of red quickly thickened, then dripped down onto her soft stomach beautifully. Sasuke seemed like he wanted to look away, Itachi thought with a sneer. But he didn’t. The little brat just stared. Just as bad as me in the end, aren’t you, little brother?

His cock now so hard it was fairly stabbing the naked Konoha girl in the ass, he reached around with his other hand and carefully, slowly smeared the drippling lines of blood across her front, revelling in its warm stickiness, then pushed it down her skin past the pink, crinkly hair of her crotch and then deep into her folds, where it mixed with sweeter juices.

KibaHana - Incest, biting/rough play/handcuffs, dirty talk, intercourse and/or performance [female] masturbation. Hot and hard and fast-paced--rushed, maybe, if you choose to put them in public. Back alleys = <3

I felt bad for this prompt after seeing it repeated so many times in this meme and the last one. So here you go, anon. Anon tried!

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They hadn’t done this in a long time, because he had tried to put a stop to it a year ago. She wasn’t so willing to give up, however. At first, when they were younger, it had been just another game. They had mimicked the blind rutting of dogs ever since before they knew what it meant just like they had pretended to be jounin when they were barely wielding kunai. He’d be damned if they didn’t know what it meant now.

From where she stood behind him, he felt her teeth sink into the crook of his neck, latching on in a sign of dominance, and a low growl escaped his throat. He didn’t really want to be here and she knew it. Sadistically, she seemed to get off on making him as embarrassed as possible. The closer they were to getting caught and having their twisted bonds revealed, the hotter her hands, the darker her eyes.

He could hear familiar voices drifting in from the street. Kiba inhaled sharply – it was Shikamaru’s team. No one who could sense their presence. Still, the empty alleyway didn’t exactly have many hiding places. If someone should look in from the street at just the right angle, they would see his sister bending him over a crate, pinning his hips to it with her own, caging his torso with her arms. He held his breath until the intruders were gone, but Hana continued to move behind him, her fingers flitting around the area of her crotch, just above his ass. “Let’s not do this,” he said suddenly, wincing when her teeth bore down on him.

She let go reluctantly and sat up, and with her hot mouth away from his skin he had time to wonder what was going on behind him. “Now now, Kiba,” she said huskily. “Be a good boy.”

He was staring straight down at the crate, but out of the corner of his left eye he saw her cast-off pants hit the alley floor. His eye lingered on the cloth where the two legs joined. There was a dark damp patch there.

Her naked legs came down on either side of his hips and clamped. She was kneeling on the crate and he was trapped under her. “Are you shy, Kiba?” she asked. “You don’t want your friends to see the way you fuck your sister?”

He gripped the crate with both hands and grit his teeth, shutting his eyes against the heat just above his lower back. He felt something slithering around near his ass crack. Her hand? What was she doing with her hand? Was she… oh god… She had wriggled it in between their bodies and began a rhythmic stroking that quickly accelerated to a frantic pace. “Oh… you don’t want them to see how hot I get, how wet I get with you under me?” She leaned down so that her unbound breasts dangled, the nipples hanging down and just grazing the back of his shirt. They swung in tandem with her hand. A low growl was starting in his throat and he was helpless to stop it. “Or you don’t want them to see how much you like it?” she purred. Her breath caught and she arched against him, and imagining the look on her face almost had him coming in his pants.

Furiously he jerked up straight, throwing her off his back and turning to her quickly. Dazed, she just barely kept her footing and avoided falling. She barely had time to straighten up when he grabbed her hips and shoved her chest up against the hard brick wall and drove into her hard from behind. She whimpered, spurring him on, dripping around him. “Go on… fuck me, you filthy little runt…” she breathed.

He could smell the thick haze of her arousal as well as the underlying scent of a stranger approaching, but even though his brain urged him to desist and run for it, his brain was not currently in control of his body, and after a few more seconds of pounding into her so hard her breasts were chafing he closed his eyes to pleasure so blinding he forgot they were even related.

AsumaIno

Underage (ino as 15 is fine, maybe a little older), half-clothed frottage, flirting, ino coming onto him, and maybe a little alcohol included on ino's part. Smoking afterwards optional ;)

He was going to hell. There was no way around it.

Almost exactly three feet away from him, tipsy from three sips of sake and glancing at him under heavy lashes, his teenage student slid a cherry-red lip under a row of white teeth and breathed deeply through her nose. He surreptitiously watched her breasts move as she did so, and then hastily looked away, hating himself for it.

“You’re not eating your dinner, sensei,” Ino chided, slurring her words ever so slightly. He looked back at her as she leaned across the table – oh god he could see straight down into her cleavage if he looked (but stop looking, stop looking) – and picked his chopsticks off his plate. She deftly grabbed a dumpling from the dish and lifted it up to his mouth. “Open wide, sensei,” she said with a giggle.

“Ino, give it a rest,” he said, trying to sound like the chiding, reasonable grown-up he was supposed to be. He rolled his eyes and dragged on his cigarette, shifting his gaze away from her and the proferred dumpling.

He could hear the pout in her voice when she said, “You’re no fun, sensei.”

“This isn’t a game, Ino,” he said.

She only giggled.

“And it isn’t funny,” he added.

But his eyes were drawn irresistably back to her as she brought the dumpling to her mouth. He stared as she pursed her lips and slowly sucked it in, snaking her tongue out afterwards to catch the oil on her lips. “Not even one little bite?” she asked playfully.

Unwilling to look her in the eye and give himself away, his gaze slid down to the table – and then immediately back up to her breasts. Her nipples had become very erect under her top.

Asuma practically groaned. The slim blonde teenager in her skimpy clothing was hard enough not to stare at under normal circumstances. This, however, was not normal circumstances. This was torture. What made it so especially awful was that she had apparently found out his obsession somehow and was using it to her utmost advantage.

When he felt the sudden pressure of her bare foot on his leg under the table, it was too much.

With a grunt he tore himself out of his seat and away from her and made a short, hurried journey to the men’s room of the barbecue restaurant, hoping to all the gods that no one (especially Shikamaru or Chouji) saw the undeniable bulge in his pants. The bathroom was a one-stall deal. Asuma made straight for it, shut the door to the stall and wrenched his pants off. It was going to be hell if someone came in, but he had to take care of this before it got out of hand.

It wasn’t long, though, before he heard the door open and had to cease his hasty stroking. He felt his mouth go dry when he heard the deadbolt slide on the bathroom door. “I know you’re in here, sensei,” a devious feminine voice said, slurring the words only slightly. “Don’t think you can hide from me…”

She’s just a kid, he told himself. She’s your student.

He released his dick reluctantly and pulled up his pants, grimacing as the material grazed against his sensitive tip. He had himself covered up by the time she opened the stall door. She stood there in her purple mini-skirt and midriff-baring halter top and pouted at him with lips that were a criminal shade of red. “We’re all alone in here, sensei,” she said.

He didn’t have anywhere to flee to when she walked up to him and cornered him next to the toilet, blocking his path to the door. “Please, sensei? Won’t you play with me?”

“I told you, this isn’t a game.”

She grinned. “Oh yes it is.”

Gaara & Sakura; Restraint, Sand, Animalistic behaviors. Ear/neck biting = ♥

Dibs on this one.

SasuSaku. Aristocracy. And, uh, hot spots? With telephones.

I think.

Kisame/Itachi - Biting, lots of sex, and blood-play.

*re-reads manga chapters #356-357* How 'bout some Deidara/Sasuke? My kink is details: detailed descriptions, attention to little details, detailing the characters' thought processes, etc.

Points for Tobi assisting and Deidara (who might just have a fixation on pretty young boys) having mastered a host of perverse and sadistic "erotic tortures" and mind games after years of partnering with Sasori. Sasuke should be a virgin.

I want actual sex in this, by the way. Oral, then anal, preferably non-con/dub-con with a hint of master/slave.

On it, un!

Dub-con Kimi/Sasu with Sasuke bottoming: butt plugs worn under clothing in public, exhibitionism, spanking (over the lap), forced cross-dressing (in a woman's kimono with combs and flowers in hair), being forced to undress in public.

Pairing: Neji x Hinata
Kink: Denied Orgasm + Incest (kind'off)

Working on it!

This Anonymous would like some InoChou/ChouIno
A kink? Food, Hurt/Comfort, oral fixation, either sex with partially clothes on or sex standing up.

Man, did this take more effort than I thought initially! Hope you enjoy!

This Anonymous would like some InoChou/ChouIno
A kink? Food, Hurt/Comfort, oral fixation, either sex with partially clothes on or sex standing up.



"Hey," Ino said, giving Chouji a gentle nudge.

"Oh," the larger shinobi said with a wan smile. "Hey, Ino."

With his obligatory greeting out of the way, Chouji rested once more on the hidden rooftop. Normally Ino avoided her teammates' cloud-viewing sanctuary; the open sky and penchant for updrafts played havoc with her hair. But things hadn't been normal all week, as the absence of Chouji's ever-present bag of chips could attest. Ino further kicked normal aside as sat next to the large man in armor.

"All I get is an 'Oh hey?'" she asked, pouting. "I thought as your old teammate I rated a bit more than that."

"I'm sorry, Ino," Chouji said, his body armor clattering as he struggled to sit up. Below a large, bushy mane the young man's face looked thoroughly chastised as he bit his lip. "I didn't mean to-"

"I'm only kidding, Chouji!" Ino huffed, playfully swatting his arm. Leaning closer, she asked, "But seriously, why the hang-dog look? You remind me of Naruto when Ichiraku closed down for repairs."

Chouji smiled before realizing just how close the blonde kunoichi had moved. Looking away and fighting not to glance at her breasts, he sighed. The sky was unusually blue and empty, he noted. The building was a rather squat storehouse away from the main thoroughfares of the village with verdant tree tops isolating the roof like an island amidst a towering wall of green. It was perfect for watching clouds without being too accessible to people with "troublesome" errands.

"I dunno, Ino," Chouji mumbled, avoiding those piercing blue eyes. "I guess I'm just outta sorts or something."

"Huh," Ino said flatly. "And here I was thinking about sharing this delicious snack bag of chips with you because your slacking buddy pretty much ditched our asses for a post in Suna."

Chouji turned as though struck, finding his vision full of mischievous blue eyes and blonde hair. Seeing her teasing grin, he deflated and lowered his chin to rest against his breastplate. Idly wishing he had a rock to kick, Chouji asked, "That obvious, huh?"

Instead of a reply, Chouji felt something poke his face. Confused, faced Ino as she traced a path from his cheek to rest on his lower lip. An understanding half-smile adorned her features and she just gave the husky shinobi a shrug in answer to his silent question. Smiling in return, captured the chip in his mouth and slowly consumed it.

When she brandished another chip, Chouji raised his eyebrows in question. "Ah ah," Ino said with a sultry grin. "It's my turn."

Hesitantly, Chouji took the crispy wafer from her much more slender fingers. Gently and with a tremor in his hands, he lifted the chip to Ino's mouth. Like a seductive shark, she opened wide and bit down past the chip, letting her teeth graze Chouji's index finger. Closing her lips around his finger, Ino began sucking on it like a lollipop and slowly pulling back until she'd both divested him of the chip and his breath.

"Mmm, not bad" she said as she chewed. Chouji just nodded mutely, as Ino swung around her leg to straddle him. Impish delight etched onto her features, she produced another chip. "Your turn again."

Chouji couldn't even nod a response this time as Ino placed the chip between red lips and leaned forward. Delicate hands slid up his breastplate and slithered across his shoulders to rest behind his neck. Immobilized, Chouji fought to do something, even if only to speak.

"Tired of snacks I guess?" Ino asked around the chip as she ground her hips into his lap. The weak, strangled sound Chouji made in response only served to widen her grin. Disengaging her hands from around his shoulders, Ino began to unbutton her top with deliberate pauses. When only the final clasp remain and her breasts were but a mere shrug from freed, she removed the chip from her mouth and began tracing a winding, sensuous path along her lips, down her neck, finally nestling the potato crisp in the valley of her cleavage. "And ready for dessert?"

(cont.)

Kabuto/Neji: Aristocratic Celebacy

Pairing: SaiNaru
Kink: Funderful terms of endearments with much friction and or frottage please. ♥

Oh, gee. Who might you be? :p

Suigestu/Sakura
Theme(s): Accidental stimulation, shoulder nipping, urgency for sex on Suigetsu's part, submission on Sakura's part, && deep anal fucking.
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Sasu/Saku- Biting, Underwater, asphyxiation

A/N: Dark, non-con, character death. Just so you know. :-) I'm a sick sick puppy.

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The water was cold enough to steal her breath away, but Sakura savored the sensation. After yet another long day of Kakashi pounding the team into the ground, the cold water felt simply wonderful. The moon was rising over the trees. After a quick check for chakra signatures, Sakura started to slide out of her clothing. She waded into the lake up to her hips. Goosebumps rose across her skin in response.

'It's all worth it, though. Tomorrow's the jounin exam, and I'm going to be able to test before either Naruto or Sasuke. Who's the weak one now, boys?' Snickering to herself, the kunoichi ducked under the water. She gasped as she broke the surface and tossed her hair back. "Damn, that is just cold!"

"I can tell."

The kunai was flying through the air before Sakura even realized she had heard a voice. Another benefit of the long hours spent with Kakashi-sensei. Even naked in a lake, she had kept at least one weapon on her. It was not particularly surprising when the kunai was knocked away. It had served it's purpose, giving Sakura time to locate her attacker.

"Sasuke-kun! You shouldn't do that! What if I had hurt you?" Sakura struggled with her breathing, glaring at her teammate. Ever since Naruto had dragged him back to the village, things had been very tense between her and her former crush. Naruto had welcomed him back with open arms, and it had surprised everyone when it was Sakura that had hung back. She just demurred when questioned and kept her reasons to herself.

Sasuke was standing on the bank. Even while she stared at him, she could not pin down his chakra signature. Probably another trick from Orochimaru. The rising moon showed his black on black eyes, focused on her with frightening intensity. His usually blank expression was twisted into a smirk.

'I need to get out of here.' Sakura had felt something off with Sasuke since he had returned. No one else seemed to notice, but she hadn't spent all that time refining her senses and control for nothing. Something was still wrong with him. "Sasuke-kun, you shouldn't be here. I'm trying to rinse off!"

"I would have thought that you'd be happy to find me peeking at you." Sasuke moved forward until he was ankle deep in the water.

"Huh?" Suddenly quite aware of her nakedness, Sakura ducked down in the water. "Get out of here!"

"I don't think so. You've been very tense around me, Sakura-chan."

'Oh, crap!' Sakura's survival instincts were firing left and right, screaming for her to run. The black haired man was walking towards her slowly as though hunting her. She backed up slowly, trying to keep her breathing even. "You're imagining things, Sauske-kun."

"I don't think I am."

Gasping in fright, Sakura spun around. Sauske was right behind her. She tried to back away, but he grabbed her around her waist and yanked her up against his body. "Sauske! Let go of me!"

"No."

'I have to get out of here!' Sakura started to fight, yanking her fist free so that she could land one of her devastating blows on her former crush. The sharingan was spinning, and she was not surprised when he moved to block her before she could even swing. She sucked in a lungful of air to yell for help, and found herself forced under the water. Struggling, she looked up through the surface of the water and saw Sauske staring back down at her. He was smiling.

Sauske held her there until her lungs ached and spots danced before her eyes. When the world was starting to go dark, she was yanked back to the surface. She sucked in lungs full of air, clinging to her attacker as she struggled to get oxygen back into her body.

"Still feel like fighting me, Sakura-chan?"

Coughing, Sakura still tried to push away.

"Still so stubborn."

Sasuke/Suigetsu

Foot worship/Toe sucking

X-rated please <3

Kaka/Saku- age difference (he's older), playful neck biting, and some bondage ;)

second!

SuigetsuKarin (or the other way around)

Hate-sex (except not really), (violent) biting but no blood, could take place in a body of water (not bathhouse please), open perversion (read as: oogling Karin's naked bodayyyy) and the other getting flustered, KEEP IT IC.

Id like it to be sorta long too. not EPIC but length would be nice.

NaruSaku

Make-up sex; claiming; on the Hokage's desk (man, that sounds like a Clue suspicion...).

On it! (Unless someone beats me to it which is perfectly fineee)

Itachi x Neji in that order. Non-con or very very dub-con. Neji should be held down but not tied up--just strength!! Gagged is a plus but not necessary.


EXCITEMENT!! Will respond to others' requests later in the day!

Written something like for the other kink meme... thought I'd submit for similar themes. :P
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He made an appealing picture as he laid there, chained - dark hair spread like a waterfall on his bare shoulders, pale skin over a muscular frame. His moon-eyes glared up at Itachi, almost glowing, and Itachi appreciated the pair - opposite and complement to his own Sharingan, progenitor and prototype - for their beauty as well as for the fact that Neji had forgotten; had given him the chance he needed. He saw the too-late realization on the Hyuuga's face, the minute twitch of facial muscles as he tried to look away ...

The Sharingan flashed.

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He had no name, nothing but "slave." Because that was what he was, what he had been born to be. A slave...

(...to the Branch. To Fate. To duty...the words flitter across his mind and are gone quickly.)

...a slave for Lord Uchiha, his entire life dedicated to his master's whim. And it was his master's whim that he be tied to his master's bed, slender wrists crossed and tied to the headboard, his legs to the metal bar at the foot of the bed. The room was lit with candles; he lay on sheets of black satin, his limbs were tied with knotted white silk. There was not a stich of fabric on the slave save for his silken restraints.

He looked up as the door swung open, and Lord Itachi Uchiha glided into the room. He simply stood there, gazing at the slave on his bed, and licked his lips slowly. The slave ducked his head, feeling shy, nervous - and aroused. The deep, beautiful eyes of his master were as good as caresses on his heated skin, and laying there awaiting his master's pleasure...he shivered involuntarily, and Lord Uchiha's lips twitched in a small smile.

"Does the sight of me so please you, slave?" he asked, and the slave could only nod dumbly. The Lord chuckled and walked closer to the bed, sitting on the edge. The slave could feel his body roll slightly towards his master's.

"I can see that," he said, and skimmed his hand over the slave's hardening cock. The slave bit his lip and tried not to make a sound, but couldn't help wriggling and shifting as his master's hand gently, inexorably, rubbed him to full hardness. When he was as hard as a rock and gasping for air, his master wrapped his fist around his weeping length and squeezed gently - the slave made his first sound, a mewling cry.

"You DO like that," the master said, laughing, and let go. The slave mewled again, a pathetic, begging sound, and writhed ineffectually against the sheets. The way he was tied, there was no way he could touch himself, and his hips, thrusting best they could with tied legs, only met insubstantial air. Then the master was bending over him, tying something around his eyes - a strip of black satin, the same as the bedsheets now sliding against his bare back, shutting out all sight. The slave let out a confused but hopeful whimper.

There was a grinding sound, and the bars his ankles were bound to began to move - moving his legs with it, spreading his legs wide open and lifting them in the bargain. He could hear the soft sound of clothes being shed, and curses his blindfold - he wanted to see the master's naked body. And then the master's hand was on him again, squeezing in a gentle, slow rhythm, and he sobbed in relief, his hips arching off the bed....but all too soon the master's hand left again.

He felt his master crawling over him, naked skin brushing his, and began to breathe heavily as his master straddled his face. He could feel his master's erection against his chin, smell that intoxicating scent of his exitement. Eagerly, he licked at it.

"Oh, little slave," he heard his master growl. "You've learned well. Yes, do that - bring me pleasure with your hot little mouth." Eager more than obedient, he set to work, suckling at the very tip of his master's cock. He felt his wrists being freed, but did nothing but use his new freedom of movement to take more of his master into his mouth.

He felt something cool and slick being spread on his hand. "Slave," his master commanded in a husky voice, "do not stop what you are doing, but use this hand to prepare yourself for me."

Saku/Naru: bondage, d/s (forced or willing, either is fine)

I'll do this one. Hmm...but when it is done, how do I get it to ya? XD

Lee/Gaara yuri smut i.e. genderswitch for both. >_>

Gaara's breath breezed soft against Lee's thigh. "Hold still." Lee did her best to stop moving, but it was difficult. Each puff of air was a warm promise kept, lips and tongue following soon after. Watching alone was difficult enough (the copper of Gaara's hair so close to Lee's skin that occasionally they brushed maddeningly together; the dark of Gaara's eyes—pupils blown—and how they narrowed with intent; the pink of Gaara's tongue as it traced a wet trail from the bend of Lee's knee to just centimeters away from the crease of her thigh). Remaining still was impossible.

Lee clenched the bedsheets under her fingers and ground her teeth together at Gaara's first teasing lick, right there, not embarrassed or hesitant at all. She was surprisingy gentle, alternating long strokes and soft kisses—not what Lee had expected at all when Gaara had first arrived at her door.

"I thought you did not—" Lee had begun, confused at Gaara's presence after her earlier rejection.

"I don't," said Gaara, tone flat. She walked in before Lee could remember herself and invite her. Gaara looked around as she took off her shoes. Lee's one-room apartment was clean, almost spartan. Her weights and training gear were in one corner, a kitchenette in the other. A small, but sturdy bed was pressed up against one wall. Lee could not help but wonder what Gaara was looking at as she nodded almost to herself and said, "It will do."

That was when she turned, grabbed Lee's face with strong, smooth fingers, and tugged her forward into the type of kiss Lee had not expected to give on the first date, much less before any had taken place at all. Gaara kissed (like she fought) aggressively, as though she intended to leave no survivors. Lee held on to Gaara's thin shoulders and rode it out as she applied lips, teeth, and tongue. Gaara nibbled at Lee's lower lip—sucked at her tongue—traced her gums and the roof of her mouth.

While Lee tightened her grip, Gaara's hands wandered without shame. She stroked Lee's ribs, waist, and stomach; pinched a nipple then massaged Lee's breasts through the spandex. Lee gasped against Gaara's mouth and tried to pull away. Gaara followed, herding her (back, back,) against—and then tumbling down onto—the bed.

"Gaara, wait," Lee managed to get out before squeaking at another rough pinch. Things were moving much too quickly.

Oro/Jira in that order

bondage with ssssssnakes

totally consensual

"See ya Jiraiya-sensei!" Naruto said waving happily to his teacher. Jiraiya smiled waving back as he watched Naruto enter his home. Jiraiya smiled to himself /He looks more like Minato each day./ he thought walking away from Naruto's home.

He reached into his pocket taking out a note and rereading the address of the new place Orochimaru wanted to meet this time. He received the note earlier that day from Kabuto. He swore that boy was really jealous of him. Orochimaru wanted to meet in a hotel in the outskirts of Konoha away from any shinobi that might be spying on them.

If anyone were to find out that he was sleeping with the Snake sanin that news would be around Konoha faster than you could say Kaiten. It would be the hottest piece of gossip since Ibiki's relationship with Neji got out.

He imagined Orochimaru waiting for him like he usually does. Sitting on the bed his yukata opened slightly revealing sinfully pale and smooth skin. Hissing Jiraiya's name in that low tone that he knew got to him. With his personality many people wouldn't believe that he's actaully uke, but he is. Though he doesn't mind being uke for his Orochi-kun. Orochimaru-sama when they got really serious.

He walked to the hotel making sure that no one was following him. Sensing any chakra that could've been hidden. He looked around one more time before walking into the hotel.

He had to give it to Orochimaru he could find the nicest places to go to. He walked up to the front desk noticing a snake out of the corner of his eye. He turned to get a better look at it, but it slither away. Jiraiya smirked,/I see that Orochimaru is here already. I hope I haven't kept him waiting long./ Jiraiya thought checking in and getting his key to room 514.

While walking to his room he kept seeing snakes out of the corner of his eye. It was like Orochimaru leading him to his room. Usually the snake would have the toy for the night in his mouth, but he didn't see one which made Jiraiya shiver slightly with excitement.

/I wonder what does my snake have planned for me. / he thought smirking. It had been three months since he last saw Orochimaru. The last time he was with him Tsunade had just been sworn in as hokage. So he was doing alot of missions for her which meant he couldn't sneak away and sleep with Konoha's number one enemy. If he kept sneaking off or turning down missions Tsunade would get suspicious and start snooping. If she found out...he didn't even want to think about what would happen if she found out that he was sleeping with the friend that left the village for power and who killed their teacher.

Tsunade was one of his best and oldest friends, but he's sure that he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of that butt whooping. He found the room opening the door and before he could close it he was slammed against the wall having the life kissed out of him. He laughed wrapping his arms around the snake nin's waist as Orochimaru's hands buried themselves in his hair.

Jiraiya used his foot to kick the door close as Orochimaru's tongue pushed passed his lips mapping out Jiraiya's mouth earning him a moan from the toad nin. They broke the kiss slowly a smile on Jiraiya's face as Orochimaru returned it with an evil smile of his own.

"Hey Jira-kun I missed you."

"Hey Orochi-kun I missed you too."

Sasuke finds Itachi but still isn't strong enough to defeat him, so Itachi takes it upon himself to instill the boy with a little more hatred. In other words: hardcore noncon.

Bonus points if Sasuke ends up aroused but UNABLE to come! Left in bondage, some sort of jutsu, be creative.

Super bonus points if it's somehow implied that Itachi really truly believes he's doing the right thing for Sasuke.

Deidara/Ino ~DeiIno

• Blood
• Triangle ShikaInoDei
• Body festishes
• Possessiveness/Jealousy Deidara's jealous of Shikamaru, who always hangs out with Ino.

... anything would do actually xD

Please keep it IC. Thank you! :D

You can exclude Shikamaru... as long as DeiIno is thar! >D