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lemony-snickers · 9 months
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kakashi leaves marks.
bruises shaped like fingerprints, the sharp indents of his teeth, his nails. they linger on your skin for hours, sometimes days.
he doesn't always mean to. in fact, the first time he sees the dark tattoos on your hips left by his hands, he panics.
i'm sorry i'm sorry i didn't mean to hurt you.
he's long used to inflicting so much damage--pain, death--with his hands. he's tried so hard to scrub them clean only to find them stained red again and again. the thought that he might have hurt you? especially while he's trying to love you? he can't bear it.
it takes a long time to assure (and reassure and reassure and reassure) him enough for his shoulders to stop shaking. you capture his face between your hands, press your forehead against his tenderly, nose to nose.
breathe with me.
in and out, in and out, nice and slow, chests rising and falling in tandem. kakashi cages your hands with his own, you can feel the nervous sweat slicked over his palms, the slight tremor that dissipates a little more with each breath until it's finally gone.
i'm sorry.
his whisper is so soft, you almost miss it, even this close. his voice hitches in the middle of the apology, and you pull away just far enough to draw his gaze to yours.
you tell him there is nothing to apologize for, he swears he's hurt you. you want to laugh, but stop yourself because you know it's not the time. know it will hurt him the way he thinks he's hurt you.
but what he's inflicted upon you is the opposite of pain and you need him to understand.
you rub your thumbs over his cheekbones, relishing the slight scratch of silver stubble, waiting for his facial muscles to relax in the wake of your gentle touch so you can tell him:
i like when you leave marks.
and you do. you love to stare at the bruises in the mirror, trace them with your fingers while you recall all the things he did to leave them, especially when he's away on a long mission. you tell him he once left a bite mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder the night before a long assignment and when you saw it the next morning, your knees buckled as pleasure flashed through you.
kakashi groans and you finally allow yourself to laugh.
i know you would never hurt me.
it's true, and you spend the rest of that night letting him trace your body with his teeth, his strong hands, allowing him, encouraging him, to carve his adoration into every centimeter of your body with patient attention.
it awakens something in kakashi he never expected, some primal need long buried finally coaxed to the surface. welcomed with open arms and long sighs and heady moans.
rewarded in the morning with new bruises in all your favorite places.
kakashi leaves plenty more marks after that. now that he knows you like it (and that he likes it just as much; maybe more), there's no reason for him to hold back.
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lemony-snickers · 7 months
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i have no fucking self-control. i'm sorry/you're welcome? Title: Vicissitude Summary: Kakashi Hatake spends his first birthday with you by his side. Word Count: 4,022 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, fluff and smut, birthday sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sappy & overwrought, semi-public sex only in that they are out in the woods, slight alcohol use.
Kakashi woke on September 15th to a change of seasons.  That his birthday fell at such a pivotal time of year, when the sticky clutch of summer still lingered despite the best attempts of autumn to slice through the humidity like a kunai made of colorful leaves, meant he was never really sure what the day would feel like.
This year, a chill swept in through his open window, and when he sat up, the sheets falling from his shoulders to his waist, he shivered.
Kakashi liked the brisk awakening, had always preferred spring and autumn to their more polarizing brethren.  He sat in his bed a long while, arms wrapped around his still-blanketed knees, as he watched the golden light of early morning spill into the room and breathed in the crisp scent of a new day.
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lemony-snickers · 1 year
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happy belated smuttiversary to me, i guess! (and apologies to the rest of you for subjecting you to my nonsense for 730+ days.) i posted my first-ever smut fic i missed you on 3/16/2021 and now here is this for some reason.
Title: Love. Honor. Duty. Summary: When your parents throw a party to welcome a potential suitor, Kakashi must walk the fine line between his honor as a samurai, his duty as your guard, and his love for you. Word Count: 7,810 Warnings: 18+ only, (eventual) NSFW, gn!reader, references to Sakumo's suicide, blood and injury, fellatio. historical/royalty/samurai au. honestly might not actually be e-rated, leaning more m, but you get the idea. no beta (or proofreading) we die like my dignity. .
A migraine throbbed behind Kakashi’s eyes as he stood guard outside your chambers.
That today would be difficult had always been a given, though Kakashi had perhaps underestimated precisely how difficult it would be.
The great house buzzed with activity, everyone zipping this way and that as they finished a slew of last-minute preparations to ensure the impending formal gathering would be perfect.  Receiving dignitaries was always stressful, but receiving them as potential suitors intent on wooing the only child of one of the most powerful Shogun in Fire Country?  Far more so.
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lemony-snickers · 9 months
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life sucks, have some smut.
Title: Too Much of a Good Thing (No Such Thing) Summary: You and Kakashi spend a protracted morning in bed. Word Count: 2,015 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, edging/overstimulation, biting/marking, vaginal fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, established relationship .
Your thighs twitch and tremble, slick and sticky as they clench inward and you whine.  ”Kakashi.”  His name comes out breathy and high-pitched, a long-suffering whisper.
He’s teasing you; you know he is because you can feel his smirk against your collarbone where he’s tucked his face, occupied himself with suckling against the tender skin of your neck to distract you from the futility of your constantly building—but never quite achieved—orgasm.
You’re sure the skin is bruised already; certain it will blossom an even bolder shade by the time Kakashi finishes his work.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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Hello, how about I propose you a challenge of a kakashi x reader story where our beloved reader is pregnant with her first male child and begins to restore the hatake clan; I like that you give it a touch of sentimental aura where the two of them remember their difficult moments, loneliness, the loss of their loved ones, etc. and their fluff moments, the first time they met (if it is as children better), their first crush, confession, marriage proposal, etc.If you don't want to write it, thanks!
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hey there anons.  thanks for your patience if you’re still hanging around the blog.  i know one of the requests came in oct 21st of last year, and the other even before that, so i’m sorry it’s been so long.
the only adjustment i’ve really made aside from combining these two together is that the gender of the baby is not specified because i don’t like to think kakashi is the sort of person who would care about the gender of his child as far as perpetuating the clan line.  hope that’s okay.  <3
Title:  Generations Summary:  There was a time when Kakashi thought the Hatake clan would die with him.  Now, he looks forward to the future.  With you. Word Count:   Warnings:  fem!reader, 18+ only, NSFW, pregnancy & pregnancy sex, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mentions of canonical character death .
When you first realized you were pregnant, you weren’t entirely sure how Kakashi would react. He’d never mentioned wanting children and since it came as a bit of a surprise, it wasn’t as if the two of you were exactly ready, even if it was something you knew you wanted for yourself someday.
It had been a lot for him to take in, it seemed.  His reaction at first had been to shut down almost completely.  When you told him the news, his face went as blank as an ANBU mask and he muttered some excuse about a mission report that was past due before disappearing in a haze of smoke.
You were not too proud to admit you had sobbed into your pillow, mind and heart racing in tandem, as you tried to decide what you were going to do.
But then Kakashi reappeared not too long after, with a bag from his favorite bookstore and apology takeout.
“I’m sorry I left.”
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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I love your work and I’m so happy you’re taking time for yourself! Please keep doing whatever you need for yourself! You don’t have to respond but I love your work so much and I do have a request. Please ignore me if you don’t want to write! ♥️
My shameless ask is: “this will be the workout of your life” -Kakashi
hey there, friend. sorry for the five-month wait. i hope you're doing well if you're still hanging around (and hope it's okay i went fem!reader on this i realized after i wrote it you did not specify). thanks for sending this in; i hope you're having a great day! fyi, these, uh, rather *athletic* sex positions were taken from sexpositions.club, an EXTREMELY nsfw website. many thanks to @kankuroplease and @wind-becomes-lightning for keeping me entertained with these one day in april (while, yes, i was definitely at work). hope y'all like the ones i chose to include.
Title: Calisthenics Summary: You never expected the first time Kakashi told you you'd be getting the workout of your life would be under these circumstances.... not that you're complaining. Word Count: 6,048 Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ only, NSFW, vaginal fingering, fellatio, vaginal sex, sparring as foreplay, ludicrous sex positions, plot what plot, idk y'all this characterization is a mess i hope you at least get a chuckle out of it. .
“Oof.”
Another grunt as you block a roundhouse kick, heels sliding back in the dirt from the force.
A fist collides with your shoulder because you’re too preoccupied with the foot to deflect it.
“Argh!”
The sweat dotting your brow is as much a result of your exertion as your irritation.
You drop low, kicking your leg out, but your opponent jumps over it easily, springing onto his hands and back upright again in a blink.
“Damn it!”
Your fatal mistake is taking your eyes off him to curse toward the sky for only a moment.
Before you’re ready for him, Kakashi’s arms wrap harshly around your waist and you topple to the ground, arm extended in a painful lock with his legs wrapped around your torso.
You struggle, jolting your hips to try and break his grasp, but it’s no use.
You’ve lost.  Again.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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Since I am incapable/inexperienced/too embarrassed to write out my smut idea I shall present it to you to do with it what you wish, whenever you wish🍋👑
Reader comes home to Kakashi seething. From work, or a mission, but she's heated and tense and stressed. And he's all 'babe, I got you'. She's preoccupied and not really into it at first but eventually he just goes to (down)town until she can't remember what she was upset about to begin with 👀
hello, anon.  you sent this request on august 28th of last year.  if you are still kicking around in lemony land, i hope you enjoy this citrusy lil’ one shot.  <3
Title:  Down & Dirty Summary:  Kakashi helps distract you after a stressful mission. Word Count:  1,305 Warnings:  fem!reader, 18+ only, NSFW, cunnilingus . By the time you arrived back at your apartment, you were fuming.  You slammed the door closed in frustration and tugged your shoes off, muttering angrily the whole time.
When you finally looked up, it was to find Kakashi standing in the entryway, barefoot with his hands shoved into his pockets.  Under normal circumstances, you probably would have taken some time to admire his outfit—the form-fitting undershirt and baggy uniform pants hanging loosely from his hips.  Even with the mask still tugged up into place over his nose, it was one of your favorite looks for him, showing off his defined arms and chest.
“Welcome home,” he said, the amusement at your currently flustered state obvious in his tone of voice.
“Ugh,” was your only response.
You’d just returned from a week-long mission, and you knew Kakashi had likely been waiting impatiently for you to come home.  You could smell the delicious meal he’d prepared for your return—the savory scent of broiled fish and fried rice with sesame oil tickling your nose.  Kakashi had always been a good cook and you counted it amongst some of your best luck that you often came home to a delicious-smelling house whenever he was not away on a mission.
But right now, the last thing on your mind was food.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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helping hands masterlist
In the wake of a tragedy, Lord Kakashi Hatake departs his home country to start a new life and moves into the Estate his ex-pat father left him when he died. There, he meets the House’s appointed Caretaker, a charming woman with secrets of her own
general warnings:  18+ only, NSFW (eventually), fem!MC, alcohol use, third person omniscient POV, suggestive content throughout, eventual smut (M/F), masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism, porn with [too much] plot, historical romance, jane austen adjacent vibes, previous/one-sided MC/iruka, ptsd, depression, grieving, character death (multiple), discussions of war and depictions of injury, mutual pining (derrogatory)
Read the entirety of Helping Hands on AO3.
otherwise, tumblr posts by chapter are linked below the cut <3
chapter one - The house that would become known as Hatake Manor sat atop a steep hill.
chapter two - A new Lord comes to claim his rights to Hatake Manor. chapter includes NON-CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM
chapter three - The Lord and Caretaker settle into their new arrangement, but the shadows of the past remain always in their periphery. chapter includes NON-CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM
chapter four -  There are some matters that only become clear in the aftermath. chapter includes NON-CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM
chapter five - Lord Kakashi sustains an injury.
chapter six  - Hatake Manor receives a visitor.
chapter seven -  Lord Kakashi goes for a ride and the Caretaker seeks new literature.
chapter eight -  Some secrets are hard to keep, though perhaps better kept.
chapter nine - It's a strange thing, suddenly, to realize our burdens may feel lighter when shared between us.
chapter ten - Something shifts, however subtly, and love often finds a way.
chapter eleven - Many things may be said without uttering a word, though some must yet be voiced.
chapter twelve - Words carry with them all the weight of the world.
chapter thirteen - Home is where the heart remains.
chapter fourteen - Some things are more precious than even coveted solitude.
chapter fifteen - Where flowers bloom, so does hope.
chapter sixteen - Distance makes the heart grow louder.
epilogue - And the future brings with it the fulfillment of all promises.
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lemony-snickers · 1 year
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and here is my small little contribution to @kankuroplease 's immaculate tattoo shop au. based on this ask, i give you tsau itahana (and a few sidekicks, too). thank you for letting me dip my toes into the incredible world you've created, my dear. <3
Title: Chicken & Egg Summary: Ah, yes, the age old question... Which came first; the overwhelming attraction, or the trepidation to pursue it? Word Count: 3,776 Warnings: Itachi Uchiha/Hana Inuzuka, smut, porn with (some) plot, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, angst if you squint, modern au, tattoo shop au .
Hana woke slowly, pulled from the fog of her dreams by an incessant screeching noise she was still too drowsy to place.  By the time her eyes batted open and her vision cleared enough for her to read the stark red 3:04 on her phone screen, the sound had ceased and she rolled back over with a groan, tossing the phone onto the comforter as she snuggled back into her pillow.
And then the sound began anew.
With a frustrated whine, Hana grabbed the phone and answered the call with her thumb without bothering to read the name on the screen.
“What? ” she asked, assuming Ayame was calling her drunkenly from some terribly loud after-hours party.
It was only when she was met with silence that Hana panicked, wondering if maybe something had happened to Kiba or her mother.  She drew the phone away to check the caller ID and then her heart rate sped for other reasons.
“Itachi?  Are you there, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up in her bed, feeling her brows draw together in concern.
“Hana, I…” he sounded sober, so her confusion deepened.  Itachi did not generally bother her in the middle of the night (their semi-frequent dalliances after a night of drinking or dancing at one of his cousin’s clubs notwithstanding).  “I think my rooster injured himself.”
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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Good morning/afternoon lemony!! I hope your day is going well ☀️ I just saw about tumblr eating all those asks and I had Genma and Kakashi with the prompt sentimental, canon and gn!reader! I love the stuff you've made for this event so much!!!! 💙💙💙
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hello my dear 🍊.  i really appreciated you sending this in after the Great Purge of Lemony’s Ask Box because it made it a lot easier to reconstruct the end of my request list, especially since this request and the last one were fairly similar.  so thank you.  <3  i doubt you are still kicking around in lemony land, but i hope you are quite well wherever you find yourself these days.  <3
Title:  Love & Lost Summary:  Sometimes true love doesn’t last forever; sometimes it comes around again.  (Sentimental: influenced strongly by feelings of affection or yearning.) Word Count:  7,966 Warnings:  18+ only, NSFW, gn!reader, oral sex, rimming, intercourse, polyamory/non-monogamy .
The thing about goodbyes is you don’t always see them coming.
The last time you slept with Kakashi Hatake was just before the outbreak of the Fourth Shinobi War.  It’s not as though either of you had meant for it to be the last; more so that your relationship had never been built on anything more than mutual attraction and respect, so it was easy for life to get in the way.  And there was plenty of life to get in the way during the War and immediately after.
It wasn’t love, anyway, you told yourself—had told yourself countless times over the preceding years as the affair continued sporadically—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worthwhile. Didn’t mean you hadn’t enjoyed every moment of it.
Kakashi was a distant man, emotionally.  But physically, he could give in to the demands of his body and enjoy himself as much as most anyone.  You were happy to provide what he needed, to reap the benefits of such an arrangement in return.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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hello my friends, a little gai loving for the wounderful @kankuroplease and @wind-becomes-lightning who rightly pointed out that he does not receive enough smutty love.
(pls be warned, i gave this a quick read-thru but by no means a full edit.)
Title:  Never Skip Leg Day Summary:   You begin a new early morning gym routine. Word Count:  9,651 Warnings:  18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, public hand jobs .
It’s freezing.
You stomp your feet, hoping to bring some life back into them while you wait for the doors of Beast Mode Fitness to open.  As your mouth pulls wide open in a yawn yet again, you try to remember why you thought this was a good idea in the first place.
“Good morning!”
You close your eyes in irritation and take a deep breath through your nose before you turn to find the source of the excruciatingly exuberant greeting.
“Great day for a workout, eh?”
You want to roll your eyes, but you don’t.  Instead, you find yourself utterly speechless as you turn to find a man approaching you wearing nothing but green spandex shorts and a loose orange tank top.
“Are you crazy?” you blurt before you can stop yourself.
He just laughs.
“I’m sure that point might be up for debate.”  He actually winks at you as he says it and you wonder if this is some hypothermia-induced hallucination.
“It’s freezing,” you say, “where are your pants?”
The man simply shakes his head, “I’m warmed from within by the power of youth,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “no amount of winter slush could dim my fire!”
As the door to the gym finally opens and he jogs inside with a little salute goodbye, you realize you were right to think coming here at such an early hour was a mistake.
Of course only total weirdos went to the gym at four o’clock in the morning.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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we did it!  well sort of!
if you ignore the monstrous historical au Helping Hands that i will apparently be writing & publishing forever, this is the final mix & match event request from last july!  thank you to everyone who submitted a request from my 500 followers celebration prompt list (including those who disappeared into the ether while i spent so many months working thru them) & apologies, too, for taking so goddamn long to write most of these.
this one is for @kakashi-with-the-good-hair who requested it but forgot about it because i am so slow, lol.  i hope you enjoy it if you get around to reading it, my friend <3
Title:  The Strength of Vines Summary:  They say it feels like the roots of a great tree shattering your breastbone when you meet your Bonded—your soulmate.  But none from your clan has found a Bond in over a generation and you do not believe in destiny.  There are few quick enough to outrun fate, however.  And fewer still strong enough to ignore it.  (Tradition: A mode of thought or behavior followed by a people continuously from generation to generation.) Word Count:  15,127 Warnings:  fem!reader, violence/blood/death, scarring (magical; soulmate identifying marks), eventual smut, hand jobs, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex .
They say it feels like the roots of a great tree shattering your breastbone.
It is well known within the Better Houses and beyond that to be Bonded is both a gift and a curse.  A gift of strength, of love.
A curse to die the moment your Bonded’s heart stops beating, as if both muscles were intertwined with the roots of that same great tree; a single organism, one unable to flourish without the other.
Some, like those of the powerful Senju Clan, display their Bond marks with pride, wearing tunics cut to the navel to reveal the twisted scars that prove they have found their match amongst the Great Nations.  Women and men alike proudly display their chests once the mark has formed; to wear a high-neck tunic amongst the Senju is considered a great shame.  Children are often pushed to find their Bond from the time they begin their education—a tradition which, to most other clans, remains a foolhardy and dangerous ritual.
After all, in order to find your Bonded, you must first try to kill them.
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beta’d by the lovely @wind-becomes-lightning​ pls go serenade her with praises. <3
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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intrusive nsfw kakashi thoughts:
your grip tightening in his hair as you ride his face hard, legs already shaking.
kakashi’s grateful moan vibrating against your clit, arms wrapping around your hips to pull you that much closer, lost in the taste of you.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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hello & welcome back to the next installment of my ill-fated and long-waited-for-because-i-am-a-super-slow-asshole mix & match event!
the original request for this was lost in the Great Purge of Lemony’s Ask Box, but the parameters were as follows:  obito uchiha / forgiveness (nsfw) / canon universe / fem!reader
in case it has not already become very obvious, i have no idea how to write obito, so proceed at your own risk.  also pls mind the tags on this one, my friends.  thanks for reading if you do!
special thanks to @wind-becomes-lightning for reading it first and telling me it wasn’t the worst thing she’d ever read. <3
Title:  Bask in the Glow Summary:  On a mission, you accidentally cross paths with the Akatsuki.  It’s a misstep that seals your fate.  (Forgiveness:  the intentional and voluntary process by which one who may initially feel victimized, undergoes a change in feelings and attitude regarding a given offense, and overcomes negative emotions such as resentment and vengeance.) Word Count:  6,945 Warnings:  18+ only, NSFW, DARK CONTENT: mentions of torture, implied stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship, implied ptsd; fellatio, vaginal sex, swearing (i mean, obviously? lol) . The first time you met him was an accident.  You were on the road, making your way through a mountain pass on your way to a remote village, when you heard shouting.
Instinctively, you followed the noise, hands already digging through your weapons pouch to draw out a kunai.
You hadn’t expected the shouting to lead you to a group of rowdy shinobi, their weapons abandoned on the rocks surrounding a tranquil pool of water.  It was summer—hot and sticky in Fire Country—and you had half a mind to join them before you noticed the cloaks scattered around the clearing.
It was then you realized you’d somehow managed to stumble upon several members of the Akatsuki, the deadly band of rogue nin you’d been briefed on before you left Konoha.  Now you were staring at four of them, watching as they lounged around the pool or splashed in its depths, looking nothing at all like the corrupted assassins you’d been expecting.
Your hand tightened around the kunai, trying to decide how many of them you could incapacitate before they found you.  It would be a suicide mission, certainly; you knew better than to think you had the skill to take them all on and survive.
But for the good of Konoha and the rest of the world, it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. You were just about to launch your weapon at the youngest-looking member of the group, with long blonde hair and a boisterous voice, when a hand seized your shoulder from behind.
You turned to find a man standing at your back, hair still wet from his swim, cloak billowing open to reveal his broad, scarred chest.  He stared at you through a single hole in an orange mask.
“What do we have here?”
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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hello hello!  i am writing custom fics in exchange for donations to ukraine!
you can find out more here about @wind-becomes-lightning’s donations for stories & art campaign, which she has graciously invited me to join and which we will be closing at the end of may!
today, i offer a NSFW, 18+ only kakuzu/ofc story for @hori-shi.  thanks so much for letting me flex my writer muscles with a character i’ve never written before and for trusting me to write some smut with your beautiful oc!
as usual, @kankuroplease​ has knocked it out of the park with this lovely soft cover art:
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Title: Threads of Fate Summary:  Frustrated by a lost bounty, Kakuzu's partner helps him relax. Word Count: 2,764 Warnings:  18+ only, NSFW, kakuzu/ofc, vaginal sex, fellatio, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, mention of injury
if you’d like a custom fic of your own, pls send me a screenshot of your donation before the end of the month! <3
The inn they chose was small and out of the way, the sort of place where the staff was used to turning the other cheek, ignoring the things they might see or hear–the perfect place for members of the Akatsuki to hide out when they were feeling sour, not quite ready to return to the group’s headquarters where they were sure to be questioned.
Kakuzu nearly splintered the door in half when he slammed it open and Shihori flinched, casting an apologetic look down the mercifully empty hallway before stepping inside and closing it gingerly behind her.
“Kakuzu,” she started, but a single angry look from the man was enough for her to bite her tongue and allow him to unpack their supplies in silence.  Their accommodations were generous at least, though she could hear Kakuzu grumbling that they’d better be given how expensive they had been.  Two small rooms, one with a low table and cushions and the next with their bed–as well as a small private bathroom the size of a closet with a shower stall, toilet, and sink.  If Shihori stood in the center, she was fairly certain she’d be touching all three, but as long as there was hot water for her shower, she didn’t much care.
She began stripping so she could bathe when Kakuzu snarled, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking a shower,” Shihori answered, pausing already half-out of her cloak to stare at him with wide eyes.  “Why?”
“You can’t get your bandages wet,” he said, storming away through the bedroom to the bathroom and slamming the door closed.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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hello, my friends!  we are skipping ahead in the mix & match requests a little because i refuse to let this event go an entire year without being finished & the historical au has gotten so long that it’s basically just its own thing now asldjfas;df
anyway.  when i originally posted the mix & match event options, i didn’t get a single request for yamato.  :(  when i said as much in a post, however, a few folks reached out with prompts for him including the lovely @whatshernameis​ who requested Yamato/Forgiveness/Soulmate AU/fem!reader
unfortunately, the original ask was lost in the Great Purge of Lemony’s Ask Box & it’s been so fucking long since the event started that hela probably doesn’t even remember sending it in asldkjfadlsfj.  so y’all will just have to trust me, okay?  great.
Title:  Intertwined Summary:  Tenzo doesn’t even know who he is, so how is someone else supposed to love him?  (Forgiveness: To cease to feel resentment against.) Word Count:  7,233 Warnings:  18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, fellatio and vaginal sex, some light teasing, references to depression and canon-typical violence .
Tenzo loathed the idea of soulmates.
He was thankful for the gloves he wore in ANBU because it hid the mark on his palm that showed he was destined for another person—intricately intertwined with them through some cosmic universal understanding.  The dark lines scarred into his flesh looked like the roots of two trees tangled together, messy but purposeful: knotted and unbreakable.  When he stared at it too long, sometimes Tenzo’s mind wandered, and he found himself speculating who the mark’s twin might belong to.
But then he shook off the notion.  Because Tenzo didn’t even know who he was; had a name he’d stolen from some other lost boy so he could feel like he belonged somewhere.  He followed orders and wore a mask because it gave him a purpose he would otherwise still be searching for.
When he slept, Tenzo dreamt of a green tube, of wires invading his body, water choking his lungs and clouding his vision.  He woke in a startled sweat, fell to the floor to do push-ups until his shoulders burned and his mind cleared, often only when the day broke across his windows would he free himself of the dark chains of his past.
And it felt too cruel a thing to expect another person to have to live with his dreams, to survive amongst the remnants of the stolen Senju cells that made him who he was.
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