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Milk and Honey: Chapter 1

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 🔞

Blondie was whimpering and nodding more into Sae’s neck, his fingers squeaking down the mirror at Sae’s 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; metal—body heat—on his tongue, between his teeth; replays of those sweet sounds, the things he’d do to hear them again; all the ways he could make a mess of this man. 

Starting now.

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Going Up, Going Down

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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The Fairytale Ending Checklist: Chapter Three

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.

“Watch the fangs, my little demon,” Sae murmured, tapping his thumbnail upward into the sharpest point in Shidou’s mouth, beckoning him fully agape, “or you won’t come tonight. Understand?”

Sae was threatening him—teasing him again—while plucking the knot to his Team Japan joggers, …while wearing the faintest smirk.

Something like a whine vibrated from his throat.

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The Fairytale Ending Checklist: Chapter 2

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…

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 touch…

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Precious Metals

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?” 

New projects at the hospital and the Intelligence Division had meant they’d been lucky to even share a meal together this month. Tonight had already been the perfect reunion. 

Sakura bit her painted-red lip, let it pop out for one shy syllable, “Yeah.” 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 Sakura’s pale legs, her tiny waist wrapped in red, her perfect little breasts that didn’t even need a—

Ino’s breath caught. “Oh, Sakura…” 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. “When did you…?”

Sakura stroked a glowing hand along Ino’s cheek, her gentle chakra fizzling warm and bright into her skin. “Long enough, don’t worry.” She stepped closer, lightly pressed herself into Ino’s 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. 

Sakura went easily when Ino stepped them towards the bed, dresses unzipping and falling around their ankles. 

Ino pulled the cosmos pin from Sakura’s 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 Sakura’s full lips. 

Ino pressed their clean lips together before pulling back and finally admiring the glinting, new silver in her girlfriend’s pretty nipples. So tight and tall already…

God, what had she done to deserve Sakura?

“So… What do you think?”

She kissed Sakura’s forehead and swept a hand through her hair. “I didn’t think you could get any more gorgeous, but you found a way. Can I…?” 

Sakura nodded, still shy, still blushing. 

Ino kissed down her neck; nuzzling, breathing in the floral perfume Sakura must’ve 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. 

“So beautiful, baby.”

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. Sakura’s 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.   

“Ino,” Sakura whined, “stop teasing….”

“I’m not teasing," she lied, dragging her lips across metal and wet skin with every word, "I’m enjoying.” 

Still, Ino trailed her right hand down, tracing over soft skin and firm muscle.  

She didn’t 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. She’d rather watch her girlfriend’s lips open in a gasp and close in a hum. She’d rather watch her emerald eyes go wide, then soft; eyes made all the more dramatic with the mascara and eyeliner she’d put on for their date. She’d rather rest her cheek on Sakura’s warm breast and watch pleasure shape Sakura’s features as she played with her new fascination, as she dipped beneath wet lace and curled two fingers inside. 

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. 

Ino popped off her breast to smile against her quivering body. “Oh, already? You must really be feeling it then,” she teased. 

Sakura could only gasp as Ino wound her up again, working for a second, and a third. 

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. “I’m not letting you lift a finger, you’ve done more than enough.” Ino stole another kiss, murmured on her lips, “Just be my princess tonight.” She waited until Sakura nodded. With a final push of her hand, Ino reached for her strap in the middle drawer. 

In the drawer above, Ino had another surprise for Sakura. Also shiny, also small and metal. Also part of a two-piece set. 

She held back a giddy laugh and instead brought her lips to Sakura’s. The apartment building they’d applied for so long ago, the one they’d 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 they’d learn how to use together… 

They’d never go this long without time together again. She’d have every morning and every night with the woman of her dreams. 

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Hope y'all enjoyed and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day! 💕 And remember, piercing timelines don’t matter if you're the disciple of Tsunade!

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The Fairytale Ending Checklist

**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

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“Behave,” Sae ordered softly, reaching in a caress, a welcome shackle closing sweetly around Shidou’s neck, heavy and comforting, warm. A chain he had no desire to fight. 

Sae’s intent eyes, the weight of his hand… It felt almost possessive. 

Sae had told him to dream….

But to Ego’s cameras, Sae’s 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 collar…. Only Shidou could feel every cell beneath that hand explode to life. 

“Until we’re alone,” Sae murmured, the pressure at the perimeter of Shidou’s neck growing; just enough to have him shiver, to have what little was left in his lungs stutter out, as Sae’s voice dropped lower, “...my horny little demon.”

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@xoxoiwatobi is my Free! sideblog 💙

I’m your (late 😅) gifter for the @tachibanamakotobirthdayexchange​, @chibistarlyte! Super sorry about the delay—now let’s get you that slightly angsty + fluffy MakoHaru you’ve been waiting for!  💚💙

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.

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“It’s Shark Week, Motherf***ers!”

@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.

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.

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“Subtle Tea”

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.

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Let’s Go Party! 💋

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….  

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❄️ 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! 🌸 

❄️ Hope everyone’s staying safe and warm with all these winter storms! ❄️

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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 ♡

That’s okay!! 💙 I hope you destroy your exams, and I wish you a happy New Year as well! 🎉

PS: I’m super excited!! 😁😁

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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:

I posted this fic solely on FF.net because I’m no longer comfortable posting original content on this site after the recent purge. 😢 R.I.P. artistic expression! In fact, I just had to repost my way more festive version from my laptop because I’m 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 I’d posted from mobile so it could actually be seen. 😹

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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. 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.

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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. 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.

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“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….

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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.”

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Sasuke’s Sweet Tooth

Hey, SasuSaku and SSS Fam loves! Happy Halloween (+1 day)! 💙 Sooo I have no explanation for this ridiculous fluffbomb other than it’s 💯 @fatalfascination​’s and @ladywithpurplehair​‘s faults. 😂 

Summary: Sasuke realizes just how much having a family of his own has changed his perspective on Halloween…. The hard way. (Married/almost canon SasuSaku + little Sarada; has some fairly tame SS flirting and near-cracky humor but no other warnings!)

Anyways, hope you enjoy! 💙 

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He would never crave sweets. Even as a child, he never had much of a sweet tooth, …unlike his older brother and mother.

But as he looked down at her, his little girl who barely reached his kneecap… He knew he’d be eating candy tonight. For they had taught their daughter the importance of…sharing. And he could deny her nothing.

He was resigned to his fate.

The right corner of his mouth twitched, just once.

“Papa! Papa!” she giggled, pulling insistently on his cloak.

The left corner rose higher. His girl loved Halloween.

He had enjoyed the holiday when he was her age, too; he had the memories to prove it. Helping his mother decorate. Watching her elegant hands slice intricate designs into pumpkin flesh, those graceful fingers then helping his little ones wield a kunai to carve his own jack-o-lantern. Laughing with her at the ludicrous amount of sugar his brother ingested in the days before and after the 31st. Demanding that he and Itachi dress up in matching costumes, two dinosaurs, two ghosts… Trick-or-treating with his brother, confident in the fact that Itachi would rather be with him than friends his own age. The satisfaction and pride swelling in his chest as Itachi accepted his own candy haul with a poke to the forehead and a grateful smile…

But the joy he’d once found in the holiday had halted entirely, ending with his and Itachi’s childhoods. He’d scoffed haughtily at the childish event in the academy and as a genin. He’d ignored it utterly in the dark period that followed….

Another tug on his slacks and an angelic voice brought him back to the present:

“Take these, Papa!” His girl’s eyes sparkled as she held out two pieces of candy corn.

He crouched down and laid his hand on her head, smiling gently at her. “What is it, peanut?”

Short arms rose and a little mouth opened for an excited explanation, but—

“Saradaaa! Come here, sweetheart,” Sakura called from their bedroom. “Let’s get your costume on and see if it’s spooooky enough to scare Papa!”

He could hear the grin in his wife’s voice, and he saw his daughter’s as clear as day.

It had taken years for him to accept the festivities again. It had taken Sakura, in truth. She had reminded him how important it was for him to participate in such community events; that Halloween was a time for all of Konoha—those of ancient clans, those of no clan; shinobi and civilians, alike—to give the village children an evening to be children. She’d opened his eyes gently, as only she could. Though he had acknowledged the holiday and had participated in the traditions—some more gladly than others—it had taken a few more years and the start of his family for him to truly remember the joy. That contentment was there even during those years when he wore a barely discernable yet undeniably pouty frown—those rare years when his wife had managed to…coerce…him into wearing some sort of ‘festive’ attire….

“Go on,” he urged softly, swiping a strand of jet hair behind her ear. “I want to see.”

This year, his girls had gone costume shopping when he’d been away on a mission, and they’d insisted on keeping their spoils a surprise. This year, it seemed Sakura would let him get away with not dressing up. A shame, really… A small smirk upturned his features. He wasn’t the dobe—he would never be one to enthusiastically mummify himself in toilet paper and limp after trick-or-treaters, alternating between groaning like the undead and cackling like an idiot. But he’d grown quite fond of his wife’s rather creative forms of…incentivizing.

Besides, he’d been a good sport even through last year’s fiasco, when Sarada had taken a keen interest in a rather specific facet of clan history….

He’d kept a straight face when his little peanut had drawn black whiskers on his face…and placed black kitty-cat ears on his head…. He’d kept that straight face even when he’d seen his wife biting down on her hand to mute her delighted giggles, lest she distract the whisker-artist; when she’d dug out her phone and utterly ignored his silent pleas, threats, and promises; when she’d instead made a great show of triumphantly poking the ‘record’ button; when he’d been unable to even mouth a single, hopeless ‘please no’ at her for fear of hurting his daughter’s feelings; when Sakura’s surgeon hands had shaken and quaked from her silent giggles; when she’d crept closer, closer, closer to capture the full glory of his transformation into a damned cat, …all while he was helpless to do a damned thing to stop it, …utterly at his girls’ mercy; even when her eyes had begun to water from the sheer effort of keeping her mirth quiet….

He remembered it all perfectly….

–

“Mama”—Sarada whirled around to reveal her handiwork, leaving her father to finally reveal the full strength of his don’t-you-dare glower—“doesn’t Papa look cute?”

That was all it took. Sakura’s hand fell from her mouth as she doubled over, barely managing to wave Sarada into her arms.

“You did a-a…wonderful job, sweetheart,” she gasped, showering kiss and giggles all over their little girl. Then her fit ended, her laughter had just stopped completely. And she got that terrible, devious look on her face, then she winked right at him.

Please no.

“You know who would love to see your masterpiece, Sarada?”

Dear god, no, woman!

“Uncle Naruto and Uncle ‘Kashi!” Sarada sang, always proud to give the correct answer.

He stared down his wife, mismatched eyes boring into her soul, silently imploring her one last time not to hit the ‘send’ button: Whatever you want, Sakura. However much of it you want. It’s yours. Just put the damn phone down!

She smiled a feline grin, jade eyes darkening to an evil emerald.

Oh, she knew exactly the sentiment he was trying to convey. She just didn’t care.

Sakura held the phone out to their daughter. “Here. Go ahead and show your uncles your hard work, sweetheart!” With Sarada distracted, she winked and blew him a kiss, brimming with nighttime promise.

His frown didn’t waver.

Then she mimed a cat claw, dragging her curled fingers slowly through the air, …pink eyebrows arching in lewd suggestion.

He felt a flash of different sort of heat—utterly distinct from his burning mortification—but even that barely put a dent in his bruised ego….  

His wife’s phone sang out merrily.

He didn’t so much as glance at the video chat that followed. With the dobe’s booming guffaws and bellows of ‘Kitty-cat!’, and Kakashi’s cacophony of breathless chuckles all blasting through the phone’s speakers, …he knew he’d never hear the end of this. Not in ten years, not in twenty, not in thirty… His cheeks grew hot as he realized the depths of the hell into which his wife had just dropkicked him: the dobe would find a way to have Kitty-cat inscribed on his tombstone, Naruto would find a way!

But then his daughter interrupted, sagely, eruditely:

“Uncle Naru, Papa’s not just a ‘kitty-cat.’” Chin held high, index finger out—so much like her mother—she corrected quite seriously, “He’s an Uchiha Ninneko.”

All his teammates, the two flailing on the splitscreen and the one flailing on the living floor, were wheezing from the cuteness, but he only rose and laid a firm, proud hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

Damn straight, Sarada. Head held just as high as the youngest Uchiha’s, he gave an unflinching nod, …and steadfastly ignored the bobbing of the kitty cat ears on his head, the cackles of Team 7…. Damn. Straight.

That made it all worth it, …even the trick-or-treating surprise he’d planned days ago for his girls, …the surprise that now promised to be the undoing of his sanity.

He wasn’t one for surprises, himself. Sakura, of course, was perfectly aware of that fact, but that never stopped her from injecting a little…spontaneity…in his life. Then again, her ‘thoughtful’ surprises usually only came as retaliation to one of his little teasing games…. But that was beside the point.

For once in his life, he had planned a surprise, and it was a good one:

Glad to further Sarada’s interest in her clan’s history and determined not to reveal just how…unenthusiastic…he was to dress up as a cat, he’d gone to Nekobaa to arrange a sort of escort. He’d asked Granny Cat and the proud Uchiha Ninneko if a few of them would like to accompany the Uchiha heiress—and he knew his girls were going to love it.

Sure, he now knew it would be the final nail in his coffin, what with Naruto’s new quest to change his nom de guerre from ‘Sharingan no Sasuke’ to ‘Neko no Sasuke.’ But at least Neko no Sasuke would meet his doom knowing the youngest Uchiha had enjoyed her Halloween to the fullest.

Once the clamor at his expense had finally quieted down, his girls hung up, finished getting ready, and gathered their supplies. Right on time, he sensed the ninja cats’ approach. He crept to door as Sarada watched, eagle-eyed. He crouched down and beckoned his little girl over, straightening her cat ears once she scampered over.

“Papa has a surprise for you, peanut,” he said, a sly hint to his voice. He grinned softly as her eyes lit up and her little hands clasped together.

“What is it? What is it?” she gasped, bouncing more like a bunny than a cat.

Sakura—now in full black cat attire, complete with tights, tutu, ears, and tail —popped over just in time to see him slowly pull the door open.

A girlish shriek of glee rang through the night.

And he’d thought Naruto could make his ears bleed…. Despite his pained grimace, he let out a low chuckle as Sarada ran out to greet her escorts. Sakura, suddenly a squealy twelve-year-old again, skipped over, hauled him up by the hand, and dragged him out the door. The indulgent little smirk he wore quickly widened into a narrow gape, however.

He’d asked for one or two—one or two!

Yet he saw a dozen Uchiwa-sporting ninneko. A dozen. And little Sarada was going up to each and every one, politely introducing herself. He couldn’t tell them to leave, …could he? No, not with Sarada bouncing around like that!

“You really ought to close your mouth, Sasuke-kun,” his wife purred to his ear, never missing an opportunity to tease him back, and draped herself over his side, “…or I might have to close it myself.”

His jaw snapped shut, his cheeks burned, …but his hand automatically went to tuck away the strand of pink her frolicking had shaken into her forehead.

“Just look at her, she’s so excited!” Sakura pointed towards their daughter: the ninja cats were fawning over Sarada. His wife rose to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “And you did that, anata.” She released him and retrieved her phone. “Just remember the look on her face when all fifteen of us see Naruto tonight, ‘kay?” She laughed and went off to corral the ninja cats for photos while the light still allowed.

The dobe…, he thought and took a steadying breath.

And so the Uchiha Clan had walked the spooky streets of Konoha, …dressed as cats, …and escorted by a clowder of actual cats. He’d imagined his face would be stained permanently red, given the massive bloodrush he’d endured for so many hours that Halloween. Once the Uzumakis arrived, however, he was certain he’d never regain his hearing. Not after having Naruto collapse against him, caught between gasping for air and yowling hysterics into his ear. “Teme, you… You brought an army…of cats with you?!”

By some miracle, he’d survived Naruto’s onslaught, …barely. He still heard an occasional whisper of ‘neko,’ but that was nothing a sharp glare couldn’t fix.

Hell, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if his little peanut wanted to be an Uchiha Ninneko a second time. Granny Cat would love it, as would the ninneko, …and he certainly wouldn’t mind seeing his wife in that costume again….

–

“Papa!” Almost conspiratorially, Sarada waved him in closer, cutting off his reminiscing. Her little hand beckoned until he opened his palm for the two, multicolored candies. “Don’t eat these yet, Papa,” she told him sternly, hands on her hips, chin held high.

So much like her mother…

“Promise?” She brandished a finger at him and narrowed her eyes behind her little glasses.

“Of course, peanut,” he agreed. Though he was, admittedly, confused. Perhaps he wouldn’t find himself in a sugar coma tonight after all….

As he waited for his girls to get dressed, he considered what Sarada had planned for those two pieces of candy corn, spinning them absently in his hand.

“We’re coming!” Sarada announced a few minutes later. “Close your eyes, okay?”

He grinned and did as she commanded. “Ready when you are.”

Her little footsteps sounded like pouring rain as she sped toward him, she was so small.

“Mama, are you ready??” she gasped, excitement coating every word.

“Mmmhmm! I think your father’s going to like your idea.”

There was something to his wife’s tone that made him want to peek….

“Okay,” Sarada agreed, her voice sounding suddenly muffled, “open!”

His mouth opened in time with his eyes, jaw hanging slightly agape. His daughter’s short, black hair was slicked back with gel; what little he could see of her face was powdered white. Yet her face wasn’t what caught his eye.

He hadn’t expected a costume so…familiar.

“Do you like it?” she asked from behind a swath of dark fabric, her words coming out a little rubbery.

He looked up at his wife, who stood in the same mysterious pose with the same hairdo, …and the same outfit.

“What…? You’re…”

“Vvvampires!” Sarada shouted for him, flinging back her cape to show off her plastic fangs and the smudge of red at her lips. She grabbed Sakura’s hand to pirouette around her mother’s fingers, her black cape fanning out from a high collar, its purple lining fluttering up prettily to reveal something grey underneath.

His eyes narrowed. He knew that collar. He knew that lining. He was wearing that cloak, that vest!

He still hadn’t found his words, but realization hit him: It seemed he wasn’t included in this year’s Halloween shopping trip…because he was the costume. He glanced helplessly up at his wife, who only bit her red lip and crinkled her eyes in reply.

“Papa, I know you don’t like costumes, even if you say you do. And this way,” Sarada explained, noticing his blatant confusion, “we can all have matching costumes but you don’t have to dress up this time!”

My daughter… She saw through me last year…. He felt color rising in his cheeks again as he took in a deep breath. Sarada… She…she thinks I dress like a vampire?

“Isn’t your daughter thoughtful, Sasuke-kun? She came up with it all on her own!” came Sakura’s voice, shaking slightly with another round of suppressed laughter, cracking a bit around his name. She didn’t wait for an answer, likely afraid she’d let out a giggle if she did. “So do we make good vampires, or what?” She swooshed around in the cape she’d clearly stolen from his side of the closet and pinned up.

That was it. He closed his eyes with a shake of his head and a single chuckle, resigning himself to be forever haunted by Halloweens. But his laugh rattled the candies in his palm. “Ah.” He smiled tenderly down at his daughter and extended his hand. “These are so I wouldn’t have to put on the fangs, right?”

Sarada clapped her hands together and nodded, pleased he understood at last. “Mama and I decided we just need one picture of all of us in fangs, then you can eat them!”

Sakura brought out her phone...and a tube of red lipstick.

At that, he recoiled.

“Relax,” she soothed, leading him to the couch while Sarada made faces in hall mirror. She flung her cape out behind her and sat on his lap. “I’m just going to smudge it on you for a little fake blood. Oh, don’t pout, now!” she teased, slapping his chest before twisting the lipstick up.

Yet she didn’t reach for his face, instead she ran the red pigment over her own lips, rubbing them lightly together. “I’m sorry, dear,” she continued, capping the tube, “I just couldn’t resist. Sarada asked so sweetly, it almost broke my heart!”

His frown twitched.

She ran a hand through his hair. “You have to know I have no complaints about your looks. And besides…” She leaned in closer, holding him still as she pressed her lips just below his. “You know there’s always a…treat…to make up for my little tricks….” Avoiding his eyes, she ran her thumb over the mark, smoothing it out.

He smirked at the truth in her words.  

Just as his arm was circling around her waist, Sakura called out, “We’re ready for the photo, sweetheart! Grab the candy for your father!” She turned back to her husband and stroked his arm, murmuring, “Getting into character, ne, Sasuke-kun?” Again, she didn’t wait for an answer. She withdrew her fangs from her cloak pocket, nudged them into place, and smiled wide, eyes sparkling up at him.

With Sarada just around the corner, he leaned in close, smirking a kiss on her neck, and decided it was his wife’s turn to blush. He ran the flats of his nails over her arm, pulling her tighter. “I wonder if I’ll prefer last year’s claws or this year’s…”—he trailed off, bending to give her a single nibble on the ear—“…bite.”

There it was. The pink he knew he’d bring to her cheeks…

Sarada chose that moment to dive on to the couch, fangs bared, fresh candy corn in hand. She squirmed into her mother’s lap, who then cuddled them both into her husband’s chest with a laugh. She then whipped out her phone and handed off the selfie-taking responsibility to the one with the longest wingspan, her husband.  

He switched the camera to selfie-mode, but the littlest vampire spoke up:

“Smile for your fangs first, Papa!” she ordered, a multicolored tooth in each hand.

Without a hint of hesitation, he did as she commanded and helped her push the pliable candies onto his canines, telling himself, Fangs over cat ears. Fangs over whiskers. “Weady?” he finally asked, craning his arm out, …only briefly wondering if he sounded more or less ridiculous than he looked.

Without looking at the screen, he had his answer: Both of his girls were trying desperately to avoid laughing their fearsome teeth out. Steadfast and straight-faced, he proceeded. He looked towards the camera screen, about to start the countdown.

But seeing the sheer delight reflected in his daughter’s face, in his wife’s, …a soft smile came naturally. Well, it would’ve, had there not been globs of candy in the way.

“Wun… Twuu… Twee.”

Click.

Phew. Okay. Second and last of my Halloween fanfic marathon! Omg. I don’t really know where this came from, but hope you at least kinda enjoyed my fluffy fluff bomb! If you did, please let me know!! 💙 These three deserve some levity and warmth, don’t they?? 

Oh, I should probs also mention that I have not read/watched after Shippuden ended. I have heard, however, that Sarada is basically an angel, so that’s my basis for this fic. 😇

PS: I had every intention of doing a NSFW Part II for this...but life. Maybe one day? 😉

More of my SasuSaku content, though most are dark in tone:

☀ No content warning: Gravitation | Close to Lost

☾ Barely NSFW, then very NSFW: Umbra  |  The Cherry Wood Armoire

More fluff, different couple:

☀ “A Prickly Pair” for ShikaTema love.