#ino month

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Did... Didn't I ever post this one??

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InoSaku mentioned‼️

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"Who's Hotter?" Pride Month Event: Shipping Wars The Big Three

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[veryinnovative]

and what if i drop the first 1.4k wc quarter?half?1/3rd? of the jirgin chronicles ino prequel fic. mild nsfw (it's the build-up) (james has dirty thoughts and dirty talks) (he is obsessed with regulus) special thanks to my hivemind members @sommerregenjuniluft @messymoony

James’ head is buzzing.

He’s only had one drink if the cheap, bottom-shelf beer that tastes like a water-vinegar concoction can be described as such. One drink and a touch of Regulus Black, the latter being far more inebriating than their fraternity’s beverage selection (half of which has been purchased using a masterfully falsified ID made by none other Barty Crouch Jr).

Just twenty minutes ago, Regulus had agreed to body shots. The fraternity adaptation of body shots, that is. An assessment of resilience if anything, the type where it’s required you lick the salt off from between crevices that aren’t a conventional part of the intoxicative process. Nothing remotely sexy about it.

But Regulus had done so without complaint, not even a hint of disgust. He had climbed on top of James—who had been waiting while sprawled across the table, almost hard in anticipation—bent down and licked the salt straight out of his armpit before allowing James to spit the shot of tequila into his mouth. Spit, with a capital S, because Regulus had swallowed with terribly arousing indifference and even licked away a droplet that had dribbled down James’ chin.

James has had felt attraction before. But in his twenty years of living, no one has ever done it like Regulus Black. 

Regulus Black from the upper crust echelons who undoubtedly attended family-hosted dinner parties where all old-money patricians gathered for an evening doused in extravagant splendor. That same Regulus Black who showed up to their haphazardly organized party dressed like a Y2K model—a cropped, sinfully tight-fitted shirt clinging to his chest and a pair of jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips. Barty’s clothes, no denying it. Sirius had let out an elated laugh when he showed up and confessed how proud he was of his little brother resembling a slutty college-dropout replication of himself. 

Although Sirius managed the gone-rogue family disappointment look with remarkable ease, Regulus could never quite embody it convincingly, especially when he fit perfectly into the mold of any director’s ideal casting for a Dark Academia movie. 

This, somehow, made him even hotter in James’ eyes. The prodigy, the Black family’s pride, the apple of Walburga’s eye… Walking around in a crowded living room with the remnants of James Potter’s saliva in his mouth.

He will die if he doesn’t make out with Regulus tonight. Or maybe Sirius will kill him for not finally making his move. According to him, “Regulus is only coming to these parties because of you, James. Honestly, fuck you. Fuck everyone! My brother does coke with his stupid best friend and has eyes for mine. Actually, you can all go to hell—”

The thing is, James is quite experienced in the making-out department, but terribly lacking in all other areas of physical intimacy. According to his friends, he’s a good kisser. A terrific one, even. Though other than kissing and being handsy, James hasn’t really done anything else. And boy, is he terrified of disappointed Regulus out of all people. 

Worst of all, he’s ruined him for all others. Just three months ago, James tried making out with someone as a means of practice. It had lasted for two solid minutes before Kingsley pulled back and confessed James kissed with the enthusiasm of a bingo host. 

In any other circumstance, James would have fought to redeem himself. But in the moment, he just ruefully sighed and confessed how head-over-heels he is for Regulus. Amused and ever eager for some juicy deets, Kingsley promptly ordered another round of drinks and encouraged James to share every tantalizing detail. The mood shifted from amusement to subdued shock when James revealed that he had been attempting to extinguish his seven-year crush for a quite while, only for it to be kindled with every stolen glance because James out of all people didn’t know how to approach him.

“Shit, that’s sorta pathetic,” Marlene had admitted, having eavesdropped the entire conversation. “I mean, really. Watching you eye-fuck was funny at first but now it’s just sad. Do something about it before we resort to seven minutes in heaven.”

And tonight is the night James does something about it in true Potter fashion: unplanned, flying by the seat of his pants—no, literally. He’s walking up the stairs without a smidgen of prudence, movements spurred on by want and want only. It’s the little horny creature wedged between his brain hemispheres that compels him to open the bathroom door, with none of his conscience at present to moderate his actions. 

The handle slams against the wall and Regulus, in front of the mirror and no longer trying to fix the smudge of charcoal eyeliner, jolts in place at the loud sound of impact.

No going back now.

Regulus blinks at him, a little befuddled, then at the door, and then back at him.

“Your bathroom door’s lock is broken,” he mentions, and, oh, James is a goner for the smooth timber of Regulus’ voice. He swallows, mouth cotton-parched, and can only focus on the memory feel of Regulus’ tongue touching his skin just moments prior. 

Especially now, bathed in the fluorescent lighting of the white-tiled room. His hair is properly disheveled, milky skin on wide display—bare arms, the flat of his stomach, hipbones jutted out above the edge of his jeans. James zeroes in on the dark dusting of hair leading down his belly button, disappearing behind the stupid, stupid denim.

He needs it off. All of it, actually.

“—James.”

And that’s Regulus voice, imbued with a sense of dominance—some other Black family inherent trait, probably.

“Hm?” James hums, finally looking up to meet his gaze, only for his eyes to drop down to Regulus’ bare stomach again. He wants to stick his tongue in his belly button.

“The door,” Regulus repeats himself, now frowning.

Oh, right. The door is open. They can’t have that. So, James enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him. 

Regulus, wholly unimpressed, arches an eyebrow at him. Yet, James can discern the flicker of amusement in his eyes. That’s no mistake there, especially when Regulus makes no move to stop him or send him out when James slowly shuffles forward, closing the gap between them. Even as he towers over him, almost cornering him into the wall, Regulus does nothing else other than tip his chin and look at him. Put on that infuriating tone when he whispers and asks, “Need something?”

James needs. Oh, he fucking needs. His grip around the countertop’s edge tightens.

Only a breadth away, he can finally closely study Regulus. His lashes are thick, long enough to touch his eyebrows when he’s forced to look up at James like this. The skin around his nose and cheeks is dappled with freckles, barely recognizable in the early Spring. But James has seen them during the Summer when they sneaked off to lake houses or hitch-hiked to the beach, the merry lot of them. Has seen much more too. Regulus’ swimming shorts wet and rucked up, revealing the soft, milky inside of his thigh. The high arch of his sole, the lovely curve of his calf. James couldn’t care less about feet, hates it when Sirius toes off his boots around them, but would fall to his knees to look at Regulus’ toes and their crescent-shaped nails. 

He would fall to his knees for him. For anything. Fuck, he would do it now. He will—

“—suck it,” James whispers, bringing his introspection finally to life. “Let me suck it.”

Right off the bat, unapologetic in every manner of speaking, a blemish on the rind of all his household-taught courtly philosophies. All coherent thought ejects James’ skull the moment he’s left alone in four walls and Regulus’ company, leaving him nothing short of painfully aroused and with the rabid animalistic desire to consume—

“It,” Regulus repeats him, drawing James from his reverie. He’s confused for a second… before a look of knowing crosses his eyes. Regulus knows. James fucking knows he does. Still, he holds onto a pretense of ignorance, giving a little cocky, sideways tilt of his head. A loose curl falls into his eyes and—James has never wanted to chew on hair this bad.

His hand reaches down to cup Regulus between his thighs, right over his jeans.

“Let me suck it.” James steps forward, gently pressing their bodies together, moving Regulus up against the wall while his hand remains nestled there. He almost preens at the sound of his soft gasp. “Let me suck your cock.”

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!

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Day 7: Travel

The Yamanaka’s have touched down

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@saiinomonth day 1 💐

[motheryoon]

it’s june you know what that means

[misty-wisp]

i-no my beloved

i drew this for one of my finals last month! it's a redraw of this shot from xx's opening:

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Scars From Past ❤️‍🩹

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[sugarriene]

Saiino feat. Shin and Inojin

SAIINOMONTH DAY 03: CHILDHOOD

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"Who's Hotter? Pride Month Event: Shipping Wars Naruto Edition

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Day 5: fantasy

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Late again 😓 also, what's perspective? Oh well...

Gaasaku fanfest 2023

Days 15 & 16: "Close your eyes" & "Do you trust me?"

(Hurtless AU)

Since Gaara was allowed to live in konoha with his soulmate (and becoming a member of team 7 after Sasuke left) it was impossible for him not to meet with Sakura's friends and close acquittances sometimes after their missions were over.

In one of those times Gaara casually said that he never had a real birthday party. So, of course, the group of young ninjas had to do something about it!

(Btw There is a good reason why Hinata was invited by Naruto to that picnic and why she went even after seeing what Gaara was capable of in the forest of death. But that's a story for another day)

Sorry if my english is bad

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Day 14?: Fantasy

I got too busy to finish this one 😞