Isagi tilted back his head and his drink. More than the propane flames above, the alcohol warded off the chill of the drink and air, warming his lips and chest. Rinâs assessment was right, it tasted good. Isagi just wanted sweeter.
Isagi set his empty glass on the table, a clink of finality, and returned the lollipop to his mouth. It took a few moments for his palate to appreciate the apple under the residual blackberry tang. It took no time at all for Rinâs eyes to abandon the cityscape.
Good boy, Rin.
Isagi dragged the lollipop down his tongue with a spinning flourish. âYouâre staring,â he noted, lips skimming over the candy, eyes on the Tokyo skyline. âYou want a taste?â
âHardly. How many times do I have to tell you I donât have a sweet tooth?â Isagi could hear the eyeroll.
Isagi turned to face him, took one step into Rinâs space, and popped the candy from his mouth. âWe both know Iâm talking about more than the sugar.â
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The sequel to the fic that @debbli's art + @schnooglepuffs's pickup line inspired, "Going Up, Going Down."
Explicit RyuSae, read on AO3.
Excerpt below đ
Blondie was whimpering and nodding more into Saeâs neck, his fingers squeaking down the mirror at Saeâs back as he fought to keep his footing, and Sae had too many delectable thoughts flying through his head: tears beading in golden lashes, precise eyeliner disintegrating into nothing but streaks and smears down feverish skin, pink irises rolling back; metalâbody heatâon his tongue, between his teeth; replays of those sweet sounds, the things heâd do to hear them again; all the ways he could make a mess of this man.Â
Quick lil fic based on Okudosaeâs perfectttt RyuSae art + the pickup line @schnooglepuffs commented on it. đ
M-rated, read on AO3.
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Only a few floors separated Sae from his hotel room and the bliss of the king bed inside. He selected his floor and sighed, the work of the day officially behind him as the metal doors began to close. At least the man in the mirrored wall didnât look as tired as he felt. He unlocked his phone to flick through his socials for something, anything, to help keep his eyesâ
A chunky combat boot jammed through the narrow opening.
Sae was reaching for him again, cupping his jaw this time. Shidou leaned into the warmth with a hum; barely managing to keep his eyes open against the simple, extraordinary bliss of Sae holding him so gently. To keep his eyes on Saeâs green.
The warmth went explosive as Sae traced his thumb over his bottom lip, pressing until Shidou opened on reflex, sliding in, catching on a lower canine, dragging his thumbprint down the honed edge, compelling Shidouâs pliant mouth all the wider.
Jesus.
Shidou took in a shaky breath around the welcome intrusion and gazed up at Sae. Waiting, attention rapt, for Saeâs swollen lips to move around another word.
âWatch the fangs, my little demon,â Sae murmured, tapping his thumbnail upward into the sharpest point in Shidouâs mouth, beckoning him fully agape, âor you wonât come tonight. Understand?â
Sae was threatening himâteasing him againâwhile plucking the knot to his Team Japan joggers, âŚwhile wearing the faintest smirk.
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RyuSae, Explicit, manga spoilers for the U-20 Arc.
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âOnce we get out of this car, youâre going to be on your best behavior,â Sae began in the dispassionate tone that had Shidou tempted to roll over immediately.
Yeah, thatâs the stuffâŚ
One of many sensations Shidou had never experienced until his knight in shining armorâsomehow both Prince Charming and Fairy Godmother??âhad rescued him from the dungeons of Blue Lock, had made wishes come true and dragons come to lifeâŚ
Damn, Sae really was beautiful under the city lights pouring in through the windows, mottling his pale face and rusty-pink hair in their colors. How lucky they were to touchâŚ
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Back at it again with soft Naruto romance and terrible pun titles. A soft little Valentine quickfic that randomly popped into my head.
Sakura surprises Ino with nipple piercings for Valentineâs Day. The result is very soft and sweet.
Rating: Explicit with a soft E; no content warnings.
Read on AO3 or below.
Brought to you by âRed Lightsâ by RINI.
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Precious Metals
âIâve got a surprise for you.â
Theyâd just toed off their heels in the narrow genkan of Inoâs studio apartment.Â
âMore than the gorgeous earringsââIno flipped her hair to show off the pretty pearl studs, shiny and heavy in her ears, the perfect addition to her other beloved piercingsââand all of my favorite things?â She smiled at her girlfriend, at the silver hairpin Ino had given her for her birthday twisted into her pink hair. She let her eyes briefly drift down to the red strapless dress Sakura wore, its tempting sweetheart neckline. âMore than dinner and drinks at our favorite restaurant? More than finally getting to you all to myself?âÂ
New projects at the hospital and the Intelligence Division had meant theyâd been lucky to even share a meal together this month. Tonight had already been the perfect reunion.Â
Sakura bit her painted-red lip, let it pop out for one shy syllable, âYeah.â Her face flushed as her deft fingers reached behind, pinched over the dress, and slipped her strapless bra from her body. Like the dress, it was new, too; light pink satin cups and the prettiest pink lace band. Ino watched it fall as Sakura dropped it to the floor, then let her eyes travel back up Sakuraâs pale legs, her tiny waist wrapped in red, her perfect little breasts that didnât even need aâ
Inoâs breath caught. âOh, SakuraâŚâ Two distinct little lines pressed against the bodice, in perfect symmetry. Ino crossed the room without a thought, spellbound; hands poised just above Sakura, eager but restrained. âWhen did youâŚ?â
Sakura stroked a glowing hand along Inoâs cheek, her gentle chakra fizzling warm and bright into her skin. âLong enough, donât worry.â She stepped closer, lightly pressed herself into Inoâs hands, their lips together; let Ino taste the last of her fruity little drink on her tongue as she tentatively felt the piercings. They moaned in perfect synchrony.Â
Sakura went easily when Ino stepped them towards the bed, dresses unzipping and falling around their ankles.Â
Ino pulled the cosmos pin from Sakuraâs hair as she laid Sakura out on her sage bedsheets, pink fanning out around her. Ino felt around on the nightstand until she found a tie and a clip to contain the long hair Sakura loved, to pin back her bangs. She plucked up a tissue to wipe off her lipgloss, then slowly, gently, she dragged the opposite side across Sakuraâs full lips.Â
Ino pressed their clean lips together before pulling back and finally admiring the glinting, new silver in her girlfriendâs pretty nipples. So tight and tall alreadyâŚ
God, what had she done to deserve Sakura?
âSo⌠What do you think?â
She kissed Sakuraâs forehead and swept a hand through her hair. âI didnât think you could get any more gorgeous, but you found a way. Can IâŚ?âÂ
Sakura nodded, still shy, still blushing.Â
Ino kissed down her neck; nuzzling, breathing in the floral perfume Sakura mustâve sprayed down her dress before their date.
Naughty.
She kissed a circle around an areola before lightly pressing her lips to the metal.
Sakura shivered.Â
âSo beautiful, baby.â
She lifted an edge of the barbell with her tongue, carefully testing the parameters of this beautiful new addition, watching Sakura bite into her lip with a hum. She caught the ball on her bottom lip before closing in a light suck. Sakuraâs hand flew to her nape, she arched into it with a trembling whimper. Ino moaned into her, head going light as she circled her tongue, lightly kneading around and thumbing just under the other piercing. She gently pulled the barbell between her lips, then her teeth as Sakura shuddered and moaned, long and loud. It was plenty wet enough for her hand. She kissed into the valley between, lightly rolling the metal between her fingertips as her mouth toyed with the opposite.  Â
âIno,â Sakura whined, âstop teasingâŚ.â
âIâm not teasing," she lied, dragging her lips across metal and wet skin with every word, "Iâm enjoying.âÂ
Still, Ino trailed her right hand down, tracing over soft skin and firm muscle. Â
She didnât need to look, her hand knew the way, knew every way to get Sakura to let out those soft little sounds that drove her crazy. Knew every place and every angle. Sheâd rather watch her girlfriendâs lips open in a gasp and close in a hum. Sheâd rather watch her emerald eyes go wide, then soft; eyes made all the more dramatic with the mascara and eyeliner sheâd put on for their date. Sheâd rather rest her cheek on Sakuraâs warm breast and watch pleasure shape Sakuraâs features as she played with her new fascination, as she dipped beneath wet lace and curled two fingers inside.Â
She had Sakura writhing in record time. Ino wanted her shaking. She timed the rhythm with her tongue, pressed with the heel of her wrist until Sakura was tensing and crying out, until every muscle went taught and Sakura went perfectly silent in her pleasure.Â
Ino popped off her breast to smile against her quivering body. âOh, already? You must really be feeling it then,â she teased.Â
Sakura could only gasp as Ino wound her up again, working for a second, and a third.Â
Sakura was reaching for her. Ino laid her dry hand heavy on her ribs, held her down to watch as she slowly sucked the sheen from her fingers. âIâm not letting you lift a finger, youâve done more than enough.â Ino stole another kiss, murmured on her lips, âJust be my princess tonight.â She waited until Sakura nodded. With a final push of her hand, Ino reached for her strap in the middle drawer.Â
In the drawer above, Ino had another surprise for Sakura. Also shiny, also small and metal. Also part of a two-piece set.Â
She held back a giddy laugh and instead brought her lips to Sakuraâs. The apartment building theyâd applied for so long ago, the one theyâd been eyeing for ages, finally had a unit open up. Spacious, with an actual bedroom, a two-sink vanity, and a nice kitchen that maybe theyâd learn how to use togetherâŚÂ
Theyâd never go this long without time together again. Sheâd have every morning and every night with the woman of her dreams.Â
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Hope y'all enjoyed and have a wonderful Valentineâs Day! đ And remember, piercing timelines donât matter if you're the disciple of Tsunade!
No one had ever wanted him wilder. No one had ever asked him to be more himself.
No one had kept up, matched him step for step, and pushed for more still. Pulled ahead, even, and reached back for him.
No one had expanded the edges of the savage freedom that could exist only within football; distilled that singular joy to its purest, most volatile state. No one had made him feel as alive, every cell fulfilled, as he had felt only hours ago beneath the night sky on the Blue Lock pitch.
No one had understood.
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The natural progression of âFall under my spell,â in bed and out. Shidou discovers he doesnât mind being made to wait, giving in. As long as itâs for Sae. Or, the JFU put their prize U-20 player up in a suite; Sae and his little demon make good use of it during Blue Lockâs time off. (No actual magic. This gets very soft and self-indulgent very fast.)
AO3: The Fairytale Ending Checklist
Excerpt below:
âBehave,â Sae ordered softly, reaching in a caress, a welcome shackle closing sweetly around Shidouâs neck, heavy and comforting, warm. A chain he had no desire to fight.Â
Saeâs intent eyes, the weight of his hand⌠It felt almost possessive.Â
Sae had told him to dreamâŚ.
But to Egoâs cameras, Saeâs touch could pass as a friendly pat on the shoulder. Only Shidou could sense the thumb stretching to slowly soothe down his neck to the hollow between his clavicles, the index finger dipping just beneath his collarâŚ. Only Shidou could feel every cell beneath that hand explode to life.Â
âUntil weâre alone,â Sae murmured, the pressure at the perimeter of Shidouâs neck growing; just enough to have him shiver, to have what little was left in his lungs stutter out, as Saeâs voice dropped lower, â...my horny little demon.â
Iâm your (late đ ) gifter for the @tachibanamakotobirthdayexchangeâ, @chibistarlyte! Super sorry about the delayânow letâs get you that slightly angsty + fluffy MakoHaru youâve been waiting for! đđ
Summary:Â Haru needs a little reassurance the night before they begin their separate college careers.
Read below, on AO3, or FF.net. No trigger warnings, just 2.3k words of light angst with fluff and a happy ending. Takes place right before they start university! Thanks to my girls, @uravityesque and @mrssakurahatake , for looking over the first draft of this fic. đ
A Little Distance
Makoto stood from the futon theyâd only just finished assembling and glanced to the sliding glass doors, the streetlights coming in bright. He sighed. âI should probably get going now, donât you think?â
Haru stood, too; he couldnât argue, even though he might have wanted to.
Only a few days ago, they could have stayed up until well past midnight and it wouldnât have mattered at all. Makoto could have walked the few yards to the Tachibanaâs, he could have fallen asleep right where he sat at Haruâs.
But nowâŚ
Now, Makoto needed to catch a bus home. Because they werenât in Iwatobi, he and Makoto werenât nextdoor neighbors anymore.
And after tomorrowâŚ
On the mornings Haru lingered too long, he wouldnât have his baths interrupted with an exasperated grin and a gentle scolding. On the rare mornings he didnât linger in the water, he wouldnât step outside to find Makoto on the stoop, coaxing a kitten into nuzzling his hand, into purring and wrapping its little body around his ankle. Makoto wouldnât stand up with a final pet and a bright âGood morning, Haru-chan!â Makoto wouldnât laugh as he glared at the â-chanââŚ. Ren and Ran wouldnât chase after their weekend runs along the beach, wouldnât beg and pout for them to stop and help them find the prettiest shells and seaglass instead. And on nights when Haru couldnât sleep, he couldnât look to the South and see the soft glow shining through Makotoâs curtains, the green light that meant Makoto was still awake, too; the beacon that meant he could toss one of the pebbles theyâd plucked from the shore at the glass and Makoto would part those green curtains andâ
After tomorrow⌠Makoto wouldnât be waiting at the edge of the pool to offer his hand, to help Haru from the water, to pull him out of his head. Not at practice, not at meetsâŚ
Haru looked down, swallowed. Heâd had plenty of time to prepare, of course. They both knew where they were attending university, where they were living, what they were doing. Theyâd known it for weeks. But his halfhearted imaginings were nothing compared to facing the reality of it.
Then Makoto was nodding, turning to find his backpack, turning for the door.
And Haru didnât want to face it all, not yet. He could feel his anxiety rising, climbing up his spine to animate his body. It moved him forward, moved his fingers to the hem of Makotoâs sleeve. His hand was light, his knuckles barely brushing against the pulse in Makotoâs wrist, the lightest tug on the slack material beneath his fingertips.
@kisamesharkweek Day 1, Prompt 1: Shark Week. T-rating for Hidan being his ridiculous, mouthy self. Alsooo, I blame @konohagakureship for this because her Akatsuki College AU Hidan just destroys me.
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âKisame, Kisame, Kisame, Kisame!â
Oh, god. Kisame bit down on the inside of his cheek. Why? Every damn July... Just like last year, and the year before, and the year before, ...Kisame pretended not to hear, clinging to that faint strand of hope that Hidan might just lose his train of thought mid-sentence. It happened often enough.
But not todayâof course, not today:
âGUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!!â Hidan kicked open the door of the communal kitchen and clapped his hands into a point above his head, his unbuttoned Hawaiian tee flying out around him, billowing in his uncontainable excitement at his annual opportunity to mortify Kisame. âGUESS. WHAT. DAY. IT. IS.â
Kisame was determined to show no reaction, keeping his eyes trained on the shrimp he was peeling.
At his side, however, Itachi only sighed. Better to just get it over with. âHe knows what day it is, Hidan. We all know.â
That set Hidan to bouncing on his toes. âKonan, Deidara, KakuzuâI know youâre home, get your asses in here!â Hidanâs hands fell from his head, lowering in near-meditation as he exhaled from deep in his belly. But that precious silence lasted only that one, shining moment. With an exuberant gasp, Hidan filled his lungs, ...then bellowed: âITâS SHARK WEE-EEEEEEK, MOTHERFUCKERRRRS! GET THE BEER AND TURN ON THE DAMN TV!â
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I trolled my own event, Iâm so sorry. đ But listen!! Literally NO ONE can convince me that Hidan wouldnât turn into the Geico Hump Day Camel every single damn year.
Hidan is this camel. And he would have the entire Shark Week drinking game memorized. This is my hill, and I am prepared to die on it. Thank you.
There isnât much Kakashi enjoys about becoming hokage, but his first Five Kage Summit helps him realize there might be a few perks to the job.
A quick little fic for the KakaMei Event by @kaka-mei! Fluff & humor. No content warnings, though Kakashi does briefly consider the Blood Mist. Read on AO3 or FF.net.Â
âDo you concur, Hokage-sama?â
Kakashiâs face almost slid off his palm at the baritone directed his way. He could feel a dozen sets of eyes on him.
Dammit. He blinked down at the scroll-strewn, massive table and cleared his throat, hoping his gaze appeared thoughtfulâŚrather than merely dazed. Uhhh⌠The expectant silence was becoming deafening.What was it heâd missed?? Something about the border ofâŚsome placeâŚsomewhereâŚ?
A scrap of paper entered his line of sight; âYesâ was scrawled across it.
Thank the gods Shikamaru was paying attention! âYes, correct.â Kakashi could hear the roll of Shikamaruâs eyes as he began to slowlyâso as not to arise suspicion that he had, in fact, been attempting to melt through his chairâstraighten his spine, one vertebrae at a time. âMmhhm, indeed.â
The piercing crack of his neck, however, sliced through any hope of subtlety. He winced. Heâd never felt this sore or stiff before; it had to be all the damn sitting. Then he nearly chuckled in realization: that disconcerting pop had had the same visceral effect on him as being addressed as âHokage-sama.â Even a year into the position, the title didnât seem to fit. Everyone kept telling him heâd get used to it, but he knew better. Maybe if heâd wanted the office or felt like heâd done anything to be worthy of itâŚ.
He sighed, already feeling his body listing sideways again; he didnât bother to fight it. He hated the forced stillness. He hated the mundanity. He hated being treated so damn formally. He hated having to be formal himself. He hated the drapey robes and hat that came with being âformalââwearing them at the inauguration was more than enough! He hated droning meetings like this one. He hated the politics. He hated the endless stream of paperwork. He hated how he couldnât spend his days reading his campy, delightful smut. He hated how he was always surrounded by four walls nowadays, closed up like the glorified office worker he was. He just wanted to go back to doing what he knew how to doâcarrying out missionsâwhile he was still young and useful, âŚand probably retire to a quiet life of hot-spring-hopping a few years down the line.
He loved his village and the people in it more than anything else in the world, but he did not like this job. So there he was: a reluctant placeholder, obeying his call to duty, trying his best to sit upright.
Naruto would be ready soon enough. Just a little while longer, he told himself, begging his eyes to focus on the mountainous spread of papers before him. This was important, after all: the first Five Kage Summit in peacetime. Still, the hundreds of thousands of letters before him remained blurry. He closed his weary eyes with another sigh. He just wasnât cut out for thisâŚ.
âHokage-sama?â came the politeâalways politeâwhisper of the mizukage.
His eyes leapt to the left and immediately centered on the greenest gaze heâd ever seen.
Her bangs revealed the arch of only one auburn eyebrow. âI was afraid you might be nodding off.â She brought her tea to her rosy lips, not quite covering her smile. ââŚAgain.â
Shikamaru half-assed a cough to cover up his snort.
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M-rated (but not quite explicit) excerpt from a super smutty, slightly cracky fic Iâd been working on before weâd even started planning @genmaweek! But then, ya know, my autoimmune system effed me all up! đ So hereâs a little (unedited) GenIno âoral fixationâ teaseâŚ.
PS: mods @raizagabriel and @mrssakurahatake are đŻÂ partially to blame for this.Â
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She didnât have to raise her eyes from the mirror and her painstaking contouring. She could almost hear his moping at the sight of the outfit sheâd assembled for him.
âGenma, sex sells,â she snapped at his pouty reflection behind her. Sighing and closing her freshly-painted eyelids, she lowered her bronzer with a loud clack on the vanity. Blush would be next. âWe agreed weâd do whatever it took to win. And we are going to win this time.â She pivoted slightly on her stool, staring him down over her shoulder. ââŚArenât we?â
Heâd never admit itânot to a single soulâbut he felt a chill run down his neck at her tone, the ice in her crystal eyes. Dammit. He bit down on his senbon. Itâs like a fucking dojutsu!
She was right, of course. Heâd known what he was signing up for over two weeks ago. âŚAnd he definitely owed her this one.
He wasnât entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow Halloween had turned into a sort of grudge-match between the ninja elites, only growing more competitive with the years.
And his girl liked winningâŚand winners. Which was why his ratherâŚlacklusterâŚpresentation at last yearâs annual party still burned Ino. However, a chance at redemption had come early this year in the form of a costumed benefit âgala,â complete with a singles and couples contest, of course.
He almost laughed aloud.
âGalaâ was definitely too strong of a word, he decided, throwing another glance at hisâŚcostumeâŚwhere it hung, trying not to cringe. Whatever it was, they had a little extra incentive to win at the event: the occasion had been Sakuraâs proposal to raise funds to expand the hospitalâwhich meant that Sakura was taking this challenge deathly seriously, âŚwhich meant that Ino was nearly salivating at the chance to publicly destroy her best friend.
Plus, he had a little public domination of his own to deliver. Genma had nothing against Sakura, but she hadnât won alone last HalloweenâKakashi had looked so damn smug up on that stage! Not many people knew it, but the Copy Bastard had a bit of a penchant for dressing upâŚand photographyÂ.
No way in hell would he let his best friend and his girl win twice in a row! His fists clenched at his side.
Fuck me, Iâm spending too much time with Kakashi and GaiâŚ. He shrugged it off. Winning was just more fun. And winning with his girl⌠Well⌠âYeah, babe.â Genma smirked around his spike, stooping low to wrap an arm around her waist, to smell the floral shampoo on those platinum locks, and whispered on her ear, âWeâre going to wipe the floor with âem this time.â He waited for her glower to melt away and her blue, blue eyes to land on his in the mirror, then bent closer. âSakura wonât stand a chance. Not against my blonde bombshell.â She giggled as he swept away her bouncy waves, still faintly warm from the curling iron. It was such a pretty sound, he almost didnât want to interrupt it. Almost. The laughter froze in her throat as he dragged his lips down her neck, letting the cool metal in his mouth roll over her hot, bronzed skinâŚ. Â
âď¸Â What better time to post my Winter preview for the @sasusakuzineâ?? âď¸Â
There are so many talented writers and artists in this zineâweâre all so excited to share it with you! đ Pre-orders for the âSeasonsâ SasuSaku Fanzine start on February 3rd, and you have until tonight at 9pm EST to enter for a zine bundle giveaway! đ¸Â
âď¸Â Hope everyoneâs staying safe and warm with all these winter storms! âď¸
Hello, first of all, happy new year! I'm your secret santa and I'm so sorry I wasn't able to post your gift on time! It's my fault that I didn't start earlier.. I have an exam coming up in a week so after that I will work really hard to finish it as fast as possible! Again, sorry âĄ
Thatâs okay!! đ I hope you destroy your exams, and I wish you a happy New Year as well! đ
There was only one thing more unlikely than this sudden snowstorm: Running into Obito of all people on the way home! For Glas-Onionâs Akatsuki Secret Santa gift! âKakaObi, Modern AU, Fluff!â
So, uh, as @thatshipcat can attest⌠I kinda screamed at the @akatsuki-gift-exchange mods when I found out you were my gift recipient because I am a HUGE fan of your art, @glas-onion!! đ Seriously, I was so excited! So you asked for KakaObi scarf fluff, âŚand letâs just say I really ran with it! đ I really hope you like it!!
Also, thank you sooo much to @auberghyn @thatlameginger and @the-copy-mistress !! đ I lost all my recent fics when my flash drive was stolen, and these amazing people really helped me power through rewriting this!
PS / PSA:
I posted this fic solely on FF.net because Iâm no longer comfortable posting original content on this site after the recent purge. đ˘ R.I.P. artistic expression! In fact, I just had to repost my way more festive version from my laptop because Iâm apparently shadow-banned from the tags when it comes to mobile posts?? Literally just checked this, and it seems to be the case! Had to copy pasta in the Christmas cheer Iâd posted from mobile so it could actually be seen. đš
THIS !! IS !! THE CUTEST KKOB FLUFF IâVE READ!!!! Including snow, scarfs and coffee. Iâm so happy and already read it 3 times and itâs on my ebook reader nowâđđđ a proper thank you will follow!!!
Yaaaay!! Iâm so happy you liked it!! â¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸đ I had to write in a sunset for you because yours are so gorgeous! đ¤Šđť Hope you have a wonderful New Year, @glas-onion !!
You are a disgusting ship slut How can you post fics about Sakura is married to DIFFERENT men on the SAME day? Its disgusting. slut.
Okay, first of all, sorry to have this in the tags. Wonât make a habit of it, this is strictly for filtering/blacklist purposes, as I know some people who follow my blog donât want to see any mention of certain ships. Please donât read further if youâre looking for regular fandom contentâthis is a personal response to the ship-hating anon asks Iâve gotten since posting bothâđą gasp!âa KakaSaku and SasuSaku fic for Halloween.
Just got home and saw your replies and messages. đ Thank youuuu, @thepiestperson @ohayohimawariaussi @fatalfascination @red-moon-cat @ravinemichelle @mummapaintstheblues @alicehuntt
Not gonna lie, I was feeling kinda âmehhhâ about all thisâŚ.
But youâre all dolls and the sort of people who keep this fandom fun and worthwhile! đ
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You are a disgusting ship slut How can you post fics about Sakura is married to DIFFERENT men on the SAME day? Its disgusting. slut.
Okay, first of all, sorry to have this in the tags. Wonât make a habit of it, this is strictly for filtering/blacklist purposes, as I know some people who follow my blog donât want to see any mention of certain ships. Please donât read further if youâre looking for regular fandom contentâthis is a personal response to the ship-hating anon asks Iâve gotten since posting bothâđą gasp!âa KakaSaku and SasuSaku fic for Halloween.
âJust how much did you drink before coming down here??â
âSakura,â Kakashi murmured darkly, trailing his hands down her thighs as he knelt at her feet, âIâm still thirsty.â
Happy Swalloween, KakaSaku lovers! đťđ¤đ This is my first time contributing to the KS Fandom, though Iâve been meaning to ever since @tipsyraconteurâs Jâaccuse! sucked me back in. This lovely little eventâ@thisisswalloweenâwas the perfect push, so thank you to the hosts. Hope yaâll enjoy these 5,119 unedited words of fluffy, teasing, dirty, wine-influenced, ninja-verse KS smut.Â
Summary: Kakashi notices that his wife could use a little âde-stressingâ before hosting the hospitalâs first Halloween Benefit Gala. Good thing he has the perfect cure to what ails Konohaâs new Chief of SurgeryâŚ.
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Jukebox: Ready for a blast from the past? âCause I sure as hell wasnât when these two gems got stuck in my head at a đ party over the weekendââCandymanâ by Christina Aguilera + âI Kissed a Girlâ by Katy Perry. Lawdy, those songs came out when I was in middle school!
âHey, quit it!â Sakura scolded, slapping the thieving hand away from the overflowing bowl. âThose are for the children, you overgrown twelve-year-old!â
Grinning like an idiot beneath his mask, Kakashi sidestepped the slap sheâd aimed for the back of his head and held up his prize. Its vacuum-sealed cellophane glittered under the fluorescent lights as his other hand rose to tear it open.
Her green glare intensified, but she couldnât keep the corners of her mouth from rising with her favorite petname for the hokage: âDonât even think about it, old man. Not tonight!â
Before she could sling another insult or fist his way, he had two fingers tucked in his mask, lazily sliding along the seam. Clearly ready to take his pilfering to the next level.
Sakura stilled her eyes as they threatened to roll, instead shaking her head. âI mean it, Kakashiânot tonight!â She jabbed an accusing finger in his direction, switching the digit threateningly with each word: âPut. It. Back.â
Utterly undeterred by her reprimands, Kakashi only escalated his daring heist:
He pried his mask up with those long, deadly fingers and started the gradual descent. A master of prolonging his âgrand reveal,â Kakashi slowly peeled it low enough to display the end of his scar, followed by his high cheekbones, that cocky grin of his, âŚand finally that little beauty markâthe moneymakers. Oh, but he didnât stop there. A tomcat with his canary, he smirked and began twirling the little white stick between his talented fingers, flipping his stolen goods around like one of his damned kunai.
Showoff, she thought, flattening the grin that threatened to surface at his favorite stupid party trickâŚand the sight of his striking face. Even now, every single time he shed that mask, she had to stop herself from melting to the floor. Instead, her handsâthe ones capable of the most delicate, intricate proceduresâmet and cracked her knuckles, all menace. She just couldnât help herself. âGive it here, Hatake.â
âMake me, Hatake,â he quipped, sounding every bit the twelve-year-old.
But damn if he didnât look every inch the handsome manâŚ. She bristled.
âListen,â Sakura warned, serious again, âyou know I donât have time for your antics right now.â Sheâd worked so hard to make this event a success, and there was still so much left to finish! Plus, neither of them were dressed! Her work outfit, sleek as it was, certainly didnât meet black-tie standards, âŚand Kakashi didnât even have his jonin vest on. âCome on, Benjamin Button! Put that back and go pretend youâre interested in the hospitalâs finances or something.â
âMake me,â he echoed, fingers dancing dangerously over the perforated edge of the wrapper, crooked smirk widening to expose the gleam of a single canine.
Sakura huffed in exasperation. Kakashi had a playful streak in himâand it ran deepâbut her husband was being far more obnoxious than usual tonight! Her hand landed on her hip in preparation to deliver one of her signature âYouâre the hokage, now act like itâ speeches, but as she opened her mouth, âŚhe sniggered.
Kakashi shrugged his shoulders theatrically and tsk-edâŚat her. He nearly sang out his next taunt, âThat tired tactic wonât work, Sakuraaa!â
Oh, he knew just how to push her buttons.
Dammit, am I really that predictable?? She twisted the heel of her stiletto into the floor with a frustrated flush but shot a glance at the clock.
For sheâd learned his pressure points just as wellâŚ.
Fine, Kakashi. You asked for itâŚ.
A heartbeat later, her features and posture had softened drastically, and she slinked toward him. âYou mean youâd really steal candy"âshe widened her eyes and covered her heartâ"âŚfrom sick children??â She gave him a scandalized gasp and clutched at her blouse, âŚcovertly loosening a fastening or two. âOh, Hokage-sama, I just canât believe my eyes!â She swooned for him, medical coat swishing dramatically behind her.
Sporting an obvious smirk and a devious twinkle in his eyes, he was visibly pleased to have roped her into his little game and distracted her from her duties. Yet his response came in a masterful deadpan: âWhy else would I be listed in so many Bingo Books?â With that, Kakashi sank his teeth into the plastic, tore it off with a savage zeal only he could get away with, âŚand wrapped his lips around the bright red lollipop.
As much as she wanted to rip his smug little head off, âŚSakura couldnât resist this idiot, her idiot, and he knew it. Her eyes closed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, but she didnât contain her smile. It would have been a pointless effort when he was trying so hard to get in her pants.
âMmmâŚâ he hummed loudly, obviously wanting her eyes back on him as his tongue went to town on the lolli behind his lips. âOooh⌠Oh, Sakura! Itâs my favorite. You know how much I love the taste ofâŚâ he trailed off breathlessly, drawing out her torment.
Dammit. Donât say it. Donât you dare say it! she warned silently.
He smacked his lips for a sinful little pop around, ââŚCherry.â