Tentacle
Is the slime mind-whammying him or does someone holding him down and licking into his mouth activate animalistic Hatake fucking instincts? You decide. – Lightning chirps in his hand, a familiar friend except for how it’s not. For every time it’s saved a comrade, chidori is a cruel comfort. It’s stress and sweaty panic, urgency in a cupped palm, it’s too-late and any pride he’d felt in its creation had faded with the light in Rin’s eyes, reflecting blue-white sparks. (And nevermind that he’d been so horrifically relieved to have it, then, the perfect assassination tool, sick and relieved, horrified…