Endoh Writes

🍭 RinSagi / IsaRin, Explicit, 5.45K word count

🍭 For @bluelockhalloweek Day 4: Sugar Rush!

🍭 Read on AO3

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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. Rin’s 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 Rin’s eyes to abandon the cityscape.

Good boy, Rin.

Isagi dragged the lollipop down his tongue with a spinning flourish. “You’re staring,” he noted, lips skimming over the candy, eyes on the Tokyo skyline. “You want a taste?”

“Hardly. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t have a sweet tooth?” Isagi could hear the eyeroll.

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 🔞

Quick lil fic based on Okudosae’s perfectttt RyuSae art + the pickup line @schnooglepuffs commented on it. 💙

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 didn’t look as tired as he felt. He unlocked his phone to flick through his socials for something, anything, to help keep his eyes—

A chunky combat boot jammed through the narrow opening.

Shit, Sae almost fumbled his phone.

The elevator doors recoiled, then opened wide.

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RyuSae, Explicit, read on AO3.

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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 Sae’s 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 Shidou’s 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 Sae’s swollen lips to move around another word.

RyuSae, Explicit, manga spoilers for the U-20 Arc.

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“Once we get out of this car, you’re going to be on your best behavior,” Sae began in the dispassionate tone that had Shidou tempted to roll over immediately.

Yeah, that’s the stuff…

One of many sensations Shidou had never experienced until his knight in shining armor—somehow both Prince Charming and Fairy Godmother??—had rescued him from the dungeons of Blue Lock, had made wishes come true and dragons come to life…

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 Valentine’s 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 “Red Lights” by RINI.

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Precious Metals

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

They’d just toed off their heels in the narrow genkan of Ino’s studio apartment. 

“More than the gorgeous earrings”—Ino flipped her hair to show off the pretty pearl studs, shiny and heavy in her ears, the perfect addition to her other beloved piercings—“and all of my favorite things?” 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. “More than dinner and drinks at our favorite restaurant? More than finally getting to you all to myself?” 

**Manga Spoilers**

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei / Itoshi Sae

Rating: Explicit

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. — The natural progression of “Fall under my spell,” in bed and out. Shidou discovers he doesn’t mind being made to wait, giving in. As long as it’s 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 Lock’s time off. (No actual magic. This gets very soft and self-indulgent very fast.)

AO3: The Fairytale Ending Checklist

Excerpt below:

Summary: 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. 💚

A Little Distance

Makoto stood from the futon they’d only just finished assembling and glanced to the sliding glass doors, the streetlights coming in bright. He sighed. “I should probably get going now, don’t you think?”

Haru stood, too; he couldn’t argue, even though he might have wanted to.

Only a few days ago, they could have stayed up until well past midnight and it wouldn’t have mattered at all. Makoto could have walked the few yards to the Tachibana’s, he could have fallen asleep right where he sat at Haru’s.

But now…

Now, Makoto needed to catch a bus home. Because they weren’t in Iwatobi, he and Makoto weren’t nextdoor neighbors anymore.

And after tomorrow…

On the mornings Haru lingered too long, he wouldn’t have his baths interrupted with an exasperated grin and a gentle scolding. On the rare mornings he didn’t linger in the water, he wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t stand up with a final pet and a bright “Good morning, Haru-chan!” Makoto wouldn’t laugh as he glared at the ‘-chan’…. Ren and Ran wouldn’t chase after their weekend runs along the beach, wouldn’t beg and pout for them to stop and help them find the prettiest shells and seaglass instead. And on nights when Haru couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t look to the South and see the soft glow shining through Makoto’s curtains, the green light that meant Makoto was still awake, too; the beacon that meant he could toss one of the pebbles they’d plucked from the shore at the glass and Makoto would part those green curtains and—

After tomorrow… Makoto wouldn’t 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 meets…

Haru looked down, swallowed. He’d had plenty of time to prepare, of course. They both knew where they were attending university, where they were living, what they were doing. They’d 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 didn’t 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 Makoto’s sleeve. His hand was light, his knuckles barely brushing against the pulse in Makoto’s 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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“Kisame, Kisame, Kisame, Kisame!”

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 today—of course, not today:

“GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!!” 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. “GUESS. WHAT. DAY. IT. IS.”

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. “He knows what day it is, Hidan. We all know.”

That set Hidan to bouncing on his toes. “Konan, Deidara, Kakuzu—I know you’re home, get your asses in here!” Hidan’s 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: “IT’S SHARK WEE-EEEEEEK, MOTHERFUCKERRRRS! GET THE BEER AND TURN ON THE DAMN TV!”

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I trolled my own event, I’m so sorry. 😅 But listen!! Literally NO ONE can convince me that Hidan wouldn’t turn into the Geico Hump Day Camel every single damn year.

There isn’t 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. 

“Do you concur, Hokage-sama?”

Kakashi’s 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 thoughtful…rather than merely dazed. Uhhh… The expectant silence was becoming deafening.What was it he’d missed?? Something about the border of…some place…somewhere…?

A scrap of paper entered his line of sight; ‘Yes’ was scrawled across it.

Thank the gods Shikamaru was paying attention! “Yes, correct.” Kakashi could hear the roll of Shikamaru’s eyes as he began to slowly—so as not to arise suspicion that he had, in fact, been attempting to melt through his chair—straighten his spine, one vertebrae at a time. “Mmhhm, indeed.”

The piercing crack of his neck, however, sliced through any hope of subtlety. He winced. He’d 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 ‘Hokage-sama.’ Even a year into the position, the title didn’t seem to fit. Everyone kept telling him he’d get used to it, but he knew better. Maybe if he’d wanted the office or felt like he’d done anything to be worthy of it….

He sighed, already feeling his body listing sideways again; he didn’t 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 ‘formal’—wearing 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 couldn’t 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 do—carrying out missions—while he was still young and useful, …and 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 wasn’t cut out for this….

“Hokage-sama?” came the polite—always polite—whisper of the mizukage.

His eyes leapt to the left and immediately centered on the greenest gaze he’d ever seen.

Her bangs revealed the arch of only one auburn eyebrow. “I was afraid you might be nodding off.” She brought her tea to her rosy lips, not quite covering her smile. “…Again.”

Shikamaru half-assed a cough to cover up his snort.

M-rated (but not quite explicit) excerpt from a super smutty, slightly cracky fic I’d been working on before we’d even started planning @genmaweek! But then, ya know, my autoimmune system effed me all up! 😅 So here’s a little (unedited) GenIno ‘oral fixation’ tease….

PS: mods @raizagabriel and @mrssakurahatake are 💯 partially to blame for this. 

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She didn’t have to raise her eyes from the mirror and her painstaking contouring. She could almost hear his moping at the sight of the outfit she’d assembled for him.

“Genma, sex sells,” 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. “We agreed we’d do whatever it took to win. And we are going to win this time.” She pivoted slightly on her stool, staring him down over her shoulder. “…Aren’t we?”

He’d never admit it—not to a single soul—but he felt a chill run down his neck at her tone, the ice in her crystal eyes. Dammit. He bit down on his senbon. It’s like a fucking dojutsu!

She was right, of course. He’d known what he was signing up for over two weeks ago. …And he definitely owed her this one.

He wasn’t 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 winning…and winners. Which was why his rather…lackluster…presentation at last year’s annual party still burned Ino. However, a chance at redemption had come early this year in the form of a costumed benefit ‘gala,’ complete with a singles and couples contest, of course.

He almost laughed aloud.

‘Gala’ was definitely too strong of a word, he decided, throwing another glance at his…costume…where it hung, trying not to cringe. Whatever it was, they had a little extra incentive to win at the event: the occasion had been Sakura’s proposal to raise funds to expand the hospital—which meant that Sakura was taking this challenge deathly seriously, …which 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 hadn’t won alone last Halloween—Kakashi 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 up…and photography­.

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, I’m spending too much time with Kakashi and Gai…. He shrugged it off. Winning was just more fun. And winning with his girl… Well… “Yeah, babe.” 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, “We’re going to wipe the floor with ‘em this time.” He waited for her glower to melt away and her blue, blue eyes to land on his in the mirror, then bent closer. “Sakura won’t stand a chance. Not against my blonde bombshell.” She giggled as he swept away her bouncy waves, still faintly warm from the curling iron. It was such a pretty sound, he almost didn’t 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 skin….  

❄️ What better time to post my Winter preview for the @sasusakuzine​?? ❄️ 

There are so many talented writers and artists in this zine—we’re all so excited to share it with you! 💕 Pre-orders for the “Seasons” SasuSaku Fanzine start on February 3rd, and you have until tonight at 9pm EST to enter for a zine bundle giveaway! 🌸 

There was only one thing more unlikely than this sudden snowstorm: Running into Obito of all people on the way home! For Glas-Onion’s Akatsuki Secret Santa gift! —KakaObi, Modern AU, Fluff!—

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!! 💕 Seriously, I was so excited! So you asked for KakaObi scarf fluff, …and let’s just say I really ran with it! 😘 I really hope you like it!!

Also, thank you sooo much to @auberghyn @thatlameginger and @the-copy-mistress !! 💙 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:

Okay, first of all, sorry to have this in the tags. Won’t make a habit of it, this is strictly for filtering/blacklist purposes, as I know some people who follow my blog don’t want to see any mention of certain ships. Please don’t read further if you’re looking for regular fandom content—this is a personal response to the ship-hating anon asks I’ve gotten since posting both—😱 gasp!—a KakaSaku and SasuSaku fic for Halloween.

Too many of my author friends receive that review and even though it I know the reviewer is an absolute loon, it shakes me every time I see it.

That’s not a sentiment to be shared, or taken lightly.

Thank you for your rant. It can’t be understated.

It’s like going into a chocolate shop when you don’t like chocolate just to bitch about how you don’t like chocolate.

Not gonna lie, I was feeling kinda “mehhh” about all this….

But you’re all dolls and the sort of people who keep this fandom fun and worthwhile! 💕

...with smut! 💕💜💕

Okay, first of all, sorry to have this in the tags. Won’t make a habit of it, this is strictly for filtering/blacklist purposes, as I know some people who follow my blog don’t want to see any mention of certain ships. Please don’t read further if you’re looking for regular fandom content—this is a personal response to the ship-hating anon asks I’ve gotten since posting both—😱 gasp!—a KakaSaku and SasuSaku fic for Halloween.

“Just how much did you drink before coming down here??” “Sakura,” Kakashi murmured darkly, trailing his hands down her thighs as he knelt at her feet, “I’m still thirsty.”

Happy Swalloween, KakaSaku lovers! 👻🖤🎃 This is my first time contributing to the KS Fandom, though I’ve been meaning to ever since @tipsyraconteur‘s J’accuse! sucked me back in. This lovely little event—@thisisswalloween—was the perfect push, so thank you to the hosts. Hope ya’ll enjoy these 5,119 unedited words of fluffy, teasing, dirty, wine-influenced, ninja-verse KS smut. 

Summary: Kakashi notices that his wife could use a little ‘de-stressing’ before hosting the hospital’s first Halloween Benefit Gala. Good thing he has the perfect cure to what ails Konoha’s new Chief of Surgery….

Read on FF.net | AO3

Jukebox: Ready for a blast from the past? ‘Cause I sure as hell wasn’t when these two gems got stuck in my head at a 🎃 party over the weekend—“Candyman” by Christina Aguilera + “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry. Lawdy, those songs came out when I was in middle school!

“Hey, quit it!” Sakura scolded, slapping the thieving hand away from the overflowing bowl. “Those are for the children, you overgrown twelve-year-old!”

Grinning like an idiot beneath his mask, Kakashi sidestepped the slap she’d 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 couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from rising with her favorite petname for the hokage: “Don’t even think about it, old man. Not tonight!”

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. “I mean it, Kakashi—not tonight!” She jabbed an accusing finger in his direction, switching the digit threateningly with each word: “Put. It. Back.”

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 ‘grand reveal,’ Kakashi slowly peeled it low enough to display the end of his scar, followed by his high cheekbones, that cocky grin of his, …and finally that little beauty mark—the moneymakers. Oh, but he didn’t 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 trick…and 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 hands—the ones capable of the most delicate, intricate procedures—met and cracked her knuckles, all menace. She just couldn’t help herself. “Give it here, Hatake.”

“Make me, Hatake,” he quipped, sounding every bit the twelve-year-old.

But damn if he didn’t look every inch the handsome man…. She bristled.

“Listen,” Sakura warned, serious again, “you know I don’t have time for your antics right now.” She’d 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 didn’t meet black-tie standards, …and Kakashi didn’t even have his jonin vest on. “Come on, Benjamin Button! Put that back and go pretend you’re interested in the hospital’s finances or something.”

“Make me,” 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 him—and it ran deep—but her husband was being far more obnoxious than usual tonight! Her hand landed on her hip in preparation to deliver one of her signature “You’re the hokage, now act like it” speeches, but as she opened her mouth, …he sniggered.

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders theatrically and tsk-ed…at her. He nearly sang out his next taunt, “That tired tactic won’t work, Sakuraaa!”

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 she’d learned his pressure points just as well….

Fine, Kakashi. You asked for it….

A heartbeat later, her features and posture had softened drastically, and she slinked toward him. “You mean you’d really steal candy"—she widened her eyes and covered her heart—"…from sick children??” She gave him a scandalized gasp and clutched at her blouse, …covertly loosening a fastening or two. “Oh, Hokage-sama, I just can’t believe my eyes!” 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: “Why else would I be listed in so many Bingo Books?” With that, Kakashi sank his teeth into the plastic, tore it off with a savage zeal only he could get away with, …and wrapped his lips around the bright red lollipop.

As much as she wanted to rip his smug little head off, …Sakura couldn’t resist this idiot, her idiot, and he knew it. Her eyes closed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, but she didn’t contain her smile. It would have been a pointless effort when he was trying so hard to get in her pants.

“Mmm…” he hummed loudly, obviously wanting her eyes back on him as his tongue went to town on the lolli behind his lips. “Oooh… Oh, Sakura! It’s my favorite. You know how much I love the taste of…” he trailed off breathlessly, drawing out her torment.

Dammit. Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it! she warned silently.

He smacked his lips for a sinful little pop around, “…Cherry.”