this heart of mine ([info]hashire) wrote in [info]mezase,
@ 2007-05-25 09:13:00
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NARUTO KINK MEME
BLARG IM DEAD.



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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 03:23 pm UTC (link)
oooooh? NARUTO KINK MEME? me likes!

so let's start thing off... with something simples

SasuNaru, bloodplay and voyeurism (who's the curious watcher? Your call!)

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-26 06:54 am UTC (link)
Sasuke pins Naruto to the floor. They're in one of the older buildings in Konoha. As a lazy job, they were requested to check on its status and report back; the reconstruction of it would be filed away as a potential genin mission.

Splitting away from the others, they climbed the levels and came to a corner, where Naruto pushed Sasuke against the wall and kissed him.
The floor is dusty.

"Fuck!" Naruto hisses as Sasuke thrusts against him. He shoves the other boy off and rolls over, reaching for his back. A large splinter is rammed underneath the skin, and he's scraped enough for his blood to trickle down the small of his back. Naruto curses half-heartedly and glares at the floor, sweeping other splinters and debris away from his area. Sasuke smirks. "Turn over," he says, and Naruto lies on his stomach on the now swept space. He spreads his legs, thinking Sasuke's going to take him from there. Sasuke settles on top of him like he's supposed to, but instead of moving, his mouth circles around Naruto's wound.

Naruto tenses, and his breathing quickens.

Sasuke licks around the area, sucking and nipping. It itches, and Naruto bites his lip. He feels Sasuke's tongue slide down the middle of his back, lapping away at the small trail of blood, then up again. Sasuke mouths around the wound again, and then he licks directly on top of it.

"What are you doing?" Naruto asks, perturbed.

"I'll get it out for you."

"Not with your mouth," Naruto begins to protest, and then he cries out as Sasuke bites him. It's uncomfortable and more than a little painful as Sasuke licks up the blood and tries to get a grip on the splinter with his teeth; he's biting Naruto more than helping. Naruto feels like he's truly being eaten alive, starting from one point. It makes his stomach tense.

Sasuke burrows deeper and finally gets a hold on the splinter; he tugs with his teeth as he reaches around to stroke Naruto's penis. Naruto moans, more with pleasure than pain, as Sasuke removes the offending strip of wood. Sasuke spits to the side, and then he's back at the wound, just tasting. It reminds Naruto of a cat lapping at fingers.

"You done yet?" he asks, and Sasuke snorts at his back as an answer. Naruto bucks Sasuke off of him and turns over, and watches Sasuke wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It tasted good," Sasuke said, and licked his lips. He half-smiles, challengingly. Naruto has a feral grin, and he creeps forward. He kisses Sasuke hard, tasting his blood in his mouth, and then he trails bites down Sasuke's neck to his shoulder. There, he bites hard, drawing blood, and Sasuke hisses and moans. Suddenly, Sasuke's biting back just as hard, and they suck at each other, digging their nails into each other's skin.

Hidden by shadows and undercover by the sounds of panting, a figure watches the two men groan and practically eat each other alive. She's blushing hard from the view, and a little frightened. Her eyes move nervously to the side. Seeing and smelling the blood and sweat, Hinata thinks maybe that she's fortunate after all that she never got together with Naruto.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 03:27 pm UTC (link)
KakuHidan, uke on top!

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-27 08:32 am UTC (link)
This is my first attempt ever at writing these two - alone or together :D

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"Stop doing that."

"Stop what?" Hidan breathed out; his words were casual but his tone was anything but. Lavender eyes locked with those of the man in front of him and had he been innocent, he might have been able to pull off the look he had hoped for. Except, someone who killed people and enjoyed it - got off on it, even - was not easily capable of such a look.

"Doing that." Tanned painted fingers continued working the thread that was being used to reattach the others head to his body as if nothing was bothering him, but the expression he held said differently.

Hidan licked over his lips and opened his mouth to say something, but instead a soft moan left his throat as the needle punctured his skin and the thread strung through his flesh. If it wasn't for the fact it was the last few stitches that were needed, the expression that Kakuzu held threatened to give up and leave Hidan's head dangling.

It was only with those last few stitches did his hands shake some as his own breaths seem to match the others.

Interrupting his thoughts came Hidan's voice, "All done?"

"If it wasn't because of our situation, I'd have left you like that longer."

Hidan tilted his head left then tilted his head right as if testing out the others work before meeting the others gaze, "Fucker." The word was snarled in a sort of annoyance, but the tone didn't match in the slightest. The word was far too breathy and light for something so short from the Missing-nin.

Pleased by the others annoyance, Kakuzu decided to push it further with his purred reply, "In more than one way."

Hidan found his right hand rubbing along the stitches and further found himself shivering from the tenderness of the area - which was currently bringing him slight pulses of pain (resulting in pleasure) that shot through his body. Upon the others words he rose his other hand in a salute that needed only one finger, "Fuck you."

Smirking, the reply was a simple, "No, usually it's the other way around."

Hidan hadn't wanted to give the other any more signs that he was "winning" in such a battle of annoyance, but the words sent a chill down his spine as he had already started getting aroused from being stiched up. Even though he was used to large injuries that he would easily enjoy, didn't mean that the smaller wounds didn't (or couldn't) feel equally good.

"Hmph," with that short 'reply', the immortal ninja moved to stand but was stopped by the firm grasp of the other holding him back.

"What the fu-" before he could continue his lips were captured by Kakuzu's and forced apart so that his tongue could enter. Tanned, painted fingers held onto the others chin and when the kiss was broken, his lips moved against the others as he said, "Giving up already? That's not like you."

"I'm not fucking giving up!" Hidan half-shouted as he pushed the other to his back and, as reinforcement, sucked the others bottom lip into his mouth before sinking his teeth into it until he could taste blood. There was a muffled protest, but Hidan paid no attention. This was one way to shut the other up and prevent him from saying such things again.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 03:28 pm UTC (link)
Give me some good Kankurou/Ino kink. You know it'd be pretty kinky, given those two. Bodypaint play, delayed satisfaction, mindfuck, power plays, rough sex, jutsu abuse...I could go on.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 05:43 pm UTC (link)
“Ah fuck.” Kankurou squirmed against the wires, wincing as they dug uncomfortably into his wrists and ankles. The soft-bristled paintbrush tickling over his right nipple paused, and then resumed its torture with slow, dragging circles around the sensitive nub. There was a feminine giggle somewhere above and to his left and Kankurou scowled.

“God damn, this is the last time I let you “help” me put on my paint, woman,” he said, hissing as the brush left his chest to stroke down his stomach and circle his navel.

Ino laughed again, and he felt her long nails pressing casually against the top of his left thigh, bracing herself over him as she wielded the brush. “I thought you were enjoying this?” she said, voice light and lilting, as if she were doing some routine bit of craftwork.

“How about you cut off these wires and take of this blindfold and I’ll show how damned much I’m enjoying it?”

“Hm…I think not.”

A pause while she dipped the brush into the jar of paint again, then a squeaking of springs as she repositioned herself. Lower. Kankurou allowed himself a brief second of hope that she was finally going to stop being a teasing bitch and attend to the part of him that was really screaming for attention. Then a wet stripe was painted up the bottom of his left foot and he wanted to cry. Or kill something. It had been hours, dammit.

Ino,” he choked out.

“Hmmm?”

God, that was breath on his cock. She had to have noticed how close he was. His dick must have been bright red and twitching by now, why wasn’t she doing anything about it? The paintbrush was now swiping across his toes and in-between, making him jerk and almost cut himself on the fucking wires. Her nails were still resting against the top of his thigh, thumb rubbing absent circles every so often and just close enough to his cock to drive him insane.

“You’re using up all my paint, you know. That stuff’s fucking expensive.”

“So go kill a warlord or two and make some money,” she said, switching to his other foot, then taking a toe into her wet mouth and sucking hard.

He groaned and thrust into the air, cock bouncing and hitting nothing but his own stomach. His balls tightened, tried to come. It wasn’t going to happen. That was not where he needed Ino to suck.

“Just…” He took a deep breath, swallowed, then tried to grin. “Just make sure you save enough paint for the biggest part of me.”

“What, your mouth?” She shifted again, and he felt the edge of her skirt brush against his cock, the rough touch of the fabric making him writhe in place and curse breathlessly. His curses became a little less breathless when she lifted away from him and the brush came to dot at his nose and cheeks. God fucking dammit, she was painting a daisy on his chin.

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2007-05-25 03:36 pm UTC (link)
OroKaka, noncon Master/slave. Preferably something less about the sex and more about the domination.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-26 11:14 pm UTC (link)
You just want Kakashi dominated? Pick any female and I'll write you one. (If you prefer yaoi or don't like het, then I'm sorry. :( Either way hopefully someone will fill your original request for you.)

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2007-05-25 03:38 pm UTC (link)
NejiHinata; bondage, with voyeur!Hanabi

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 04:21 pm UTC (link)
Can do; will be drabble-ish. Give me a few minutes.

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2007-05-25 03:39 pm UTC (link)
ItachiSasuke mindfuck

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2007-06-08 05:54 am UTC (link)
Sasuke knew there was something different about the genjutsu the moment Itachi used the mangenkyou to trap him in a familiar room, with familiar blood staining the wooden slats of the floor.

For one thing, there were no bodies. The last time Itachi had introduced him to the red-washed world of the Tsukiyomi, it had been exactly the same as when he was a child—the slumped and lifeless bundle of skin and bone that had once been his parents illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open window, Itachi’s emotionless face, the wet blade…

This time only the blood remained, old and brown and fading into the wood. Sasuke took a step forward, expecting Itachi to be somewhere in the shadows facing him. When black-tipped fingers brushed against the back of his neck instead, Sasuke was startled enough to let a gasp escape his lips. Then the hand gripped his collar and pushed him forward until Sasuke was pressed, face-first, against the opposite wall and he did a little more than gasp.

“It…tachi, you…”

A hard body pressed up against his backside, hips pressing down just above the space where Sasuke’s spine met his ass, and the boy groaned.

“Interesting,” his brother said, his breath hot and invading the sensitive channel of Sasuke’s ear.

Through the ear, into the brain. One of the primary points of entry for a clean kill with a senbon or kunai, Sasuke’s memory insisted on telling him. He squirmed against Itachi’s pressure on his back, then stiffed as the black-nailed hand at his neck moved away to slip around Sasuke’s waist.

His bare waist. Where were—

“My clothes…”

“Very interesting, little brother,” Itachi said, and shifted his arm so that he was lifting Sasuke just a little. Enough to make Sasuke overwhelmingly aware that his brother’s cloak was unclasped, and that he wore nothing beneath it. Something warm and hard slid between the cleft of his ass, and Sasuke couldn’t help the low moan that caught in his throat, or the way he had suddenly braced himself on the wall with his arms.

“You sick bastard,” he hissed. “Why are you doing this?”

The lips bruising the skin of his shoulder suddenly curved upwards.

“I’m not.”

“Don’t be…” A hand on his wrist. A hand on his cock. Both squeezing tight tight and he had to sob a curse into the wood of the wall before he could speak again. “…Of course you’re doing it. I’m trapped in your jutsu.”

“Maybe.” Itachi bit down on one of the tendons straining Sasuke’s neck, drawing blood and a shudder before soothing the spot with a swipe of his tongue. “But you’re still the one controlling what I do. I wanted to see what was in your mind…your true desires.”

“F-fuck you, I don’t desire…uhnn…this.”

“Apparently you do,” Itachi told him, his voice displaying a detached kind of amusement at the situation.

And then a knee was spreading Sasuke’s legs apart and he felt the blunt head of his brother’s cock nudging at his entrance. His eyes widened and he struggled to move away, to call a chidori, to do anything besides concentrate on the burn and push of Itachi’s erection inside of him.

“This genjutsu is being controlled by your needs,” Itachi said, his voice irritatingly calm as he lifted Sasuke’s hips. “After all these years, it seems like all you really need is for me to do this—” A sharp thrust forward had Sasuke arching back as pain lanced up his spine. “—Really, little brother. What would mother think?”

Itachi slid all the way in, his cloak seeming to swallow them both in darkness until Sasuke could see nothing at all. He closed his eyes…

…and opened them again, only to find himself in his own bed, tears streaking his face and an uncomfortable hardness between his thighs. With a muffled scream of anguish, Sasuke clawed at his own skin until his erection withered, then huddled under the sheets with his eyes wide open, Sharingan eyes staring blankly at nothing at all.

--

Across the street, jagged white teeth flashed into a smile as one shadowed figure turned to another.

“Well Itachi-san…did you give him some sweet dreams?”

There was a slight pause, and a pair of blood-red eyes flickered to the taller man, then closed.

“I gave him something to think about.”

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fin.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Itachi/Shisui. Coming without being touched. ^_~

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Dusk Pt. 1
(Anonymous)
2007-05-31 02:25 am UTC (link)
Dusk

He calls again.

Close your eyes.

Needless to say, he doesn't want to.

At least, he should believe he doesn't want to. It would typical of him, not at all surprising. He would not care as to what he would miss anyway. He does not want a reprieve of his ill-doings, his sins. Nor does he pine for an escape route or an outlet. He accepts what he has done to him. He has killed his own heart, purged it of regret.

He closes his eyes anyway.

I thought you would...

He isn't sure whether he should search him out. Because he does not know whether he wants to kill him again or plea for the touch that isn't his.

It's not fun, lying around in the dark, hmm...?

He feels it, faint, like it always is when it's warming up. He recognizes the tingle all too well, and he swears he can hear blood stirring in his limbs , smell the fragile clash of flint and tinder in the dark emptiness encompassing him, striving and sparking, fueling the heat that boils in his abdomen. His slow, heavy pants send a rush of echoes through the thick air. Someone, something, is lapping at the junction of his neck, illusional saliva oozing down his shoulderblades. He can't feel it, yet he can, and if he is already stark mad, then this only pushes him further into the chasm. A pseudo-touch as gentle as sandpaper skims over his ribs, makes a pilgrimage over his thighs, circling his twitching ankle -he can't, for the life of him, figure out why he is ticklish there of all places- before trekking up, mercilessly slow.

Up and up and UP.

Getting warmer...

The air, oddly enough, is getting colder. The scent of flint and tinder is fading, replaced by the smell of clashing river water, of congealing blood on steel, of the sweetness lingering in his final breath.

How he wishes he could see what's happening, just so he can close his eyes, dismiss this world for the dream that it really is. He'll be gone when he wakes, so he sees no reason for this venture in which he is the unwilling explorer.

Stupid, stupid boy... You're bare, naked in the dark... You have nothing to shut out now... I won't allow it...!

Like always, the sensations awakening in him suddenly morph from relaxed and sloth-like to vigorous, brisk, speedy, and oh so excrutiatingly painful. Javelins of half-pleasure and half-torture lance through him, leaving tears and stripes on his soul. His enitrely body is convulsing violently, squirming against the onslaught, making his back arch and bend while a spear of warmth flies for his groin and reverberates within his quaking thighs.

He tries hopelessly to worm out of his skin, just so he can evade the explosion where his fake fingers and imaginary voice are the catalyst, pushing him fervently towards a boundary he fears crossing yet can't help but peer over. He despises and yearns for the surrender all at once and he hates and loves him for it. His pants shift into gasps, which then warrant moans before they birth relentless screams. But none of them are heard, because his unreal palm is clamped over his mouth, absorbing the harbingers of his impending release, stealing his ecstasy for himself. He feels like he's dying, like he's tredging up an impossible mountain while the winds are beating against him. The pleasure coursing through him is starting to pile up and his eyes, even though they behold nothing, stare upwards, impossibly wide.

You can't close your eyes... Because I AM your eyes... There's nothing you can do...

Hates him. Loves him. Hates and loves his hands that aren't there and his voice that isn't true and his being that exists only in his dreams.

Hates him. HATES HIM. FUCKING LOVES HIM.

OPEN YOUR EYES!

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Ooh. SasuHina; general clumsiness and awkwardness. Also, let Hinata be on top.

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(Anonymous)
2007-06-13 05:44 pm UTC (link)
Writing it right now~ expect it this weekend.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 04:20 pm UTC (link)
Naruto/Itachi. BDSM, oral, bondage

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-28 10:10 am UTC (link)
Hmm, I think I could do it if Naruto was on the bottom. Otherwise it kind of blows my mind. If you prefer Itachi to bottom though I don't mind if you want to hold out for someone else to fill your request.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 04:36 pm UTC (link)
Pick and pair together whichever kinks below will work for the story. (You don't have to use them all.) Any Het pairing containing Sakura or Anko will work for me. Extra points for Anko/Sakura, and if you add a male for a threesome, you'd be my heroine/hero.

aphrodisiacs (chocolate, ect); slight SM; voyeurism; biting; wrestling/play fighting- whoever wins is the dominant for that session; messiness (mussed hair, flushed cheeks, swollen mouth, clothes askew, ect); role play; toys; markers of arousal (displaying bite marks or hickeys, sprawling, ect); verbal seduction; some article of clothing left on (boots, fishnets, ect.)

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-27 03:28 am UTC (link)
Do you prefer Sakura as top or bottom in a het pairing? Any het pairing with Sakura that you absolutely despise/I should avoid?

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2007-05-25 04:37 pm UTC (link)
Akatsuki Leader x Kakuzu - non-con, domination and possibly bloodplay!

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(Anonymous)
2007-08-18 02:49 pm UTC (link)
I keep coming back in hope that someone's written this one, but they haven't, so I've had to. This is my first attempt at writing smut, yaaaay. I don't know how non-con it comes off, but I hope you like it anyway, anonymous smut-nin. :3



Kakuzu told himself that Pein couldn't possibly know about the body in the lake, and kept telling himself that right up until Pein looked at him with those eyes, those damn eyes, and any hope Kakuzu clung to disappeared.

"Another one?" Pein asked, voice twisted by the transmission jutsu. Kakuzu cursed silently, hearts thumping.

"He deserved it," Kakuzu says, and almost instantly winced at the childishness of his words. "You send me loudmouths and bratty children, drunk on their newfound heartlessness."

"And that one?"

Kakuzu made a noise. "Impossible to work with."

"No, Kakuzu, you are impossible to work with. Quite literally, for your poor partners."

Kakuzu bridled, some last scrap of remnant pride making him brittle and angry, and he took a step towards the other man, eyes glowing. "I work best alone. Do not send me these-"

"I will send you whoever I wish," Pein said, and the colours in his shadow flickered like rainbows on oil as he stepped out of them, boots scuffing the floor.

Kakuzu backed up instinctively as Pein crossed the floor towards him, only regaining his presence of mind as he bumped up against the wall. "You-"

"No, Kakuzu." Pein closed the distance unexpectedly quick, and Kakuzu tried to resist the urge to lash out, to give himself some space to think, to get away from Pein, solid up against him despite the shadows of the room. Pein pressed his hands to the wall on either side of Kakuzu's head, and Kakuzu cursed silently at his lost chance to escape, even as he realised belatedly that he'd never had a chance to get away in the first place. "Do you know why I send you them?" Pein asked, close in the darkness. "The young ones, self-importance rattling around their empty skulls?"

"To test me," Kakuzu said. Pein shook his head, looking almost amused, and calmly kicked Kakuzu's legs out from under him. Kakuzu lashed out as he lost his balance, seizing Pein's shoulder to shove up behind his back, but his hands closed on empty shadows, and somehow Pein was behind him. His threads whipped out almost on instinct, but after a brief, complicated moment they were wrapped around his throat, tight enough to make him struggle to breathe.

Kakuzu could almost feel Pein's smile against his neck as he spoke, and tried to hold himself still even as his threads twisted like angry snakes in Pein's fist. "I send them to you, Kakuzu, because they need to learn their limits. They need strength, and direction, and the opportunity to measure themselves against someone much more powerful than themselves." The fist around the threads tightened, and Kakuzu drew a sharp breath as cool fingers started to idly trace a scar running down his back. "What they don't need is to be thrown to the enemy, or to be torn to pieces, or to have their hearts pulled out."

The smile against his neck grew wider, and the other hand followed the scar around Kakuzu's ribcage, sliding under his shirt. Kakuzu tried to keep his breathing steady, and shifted a little away from the touch. Pein dug his fingers into the scar he was stroking, tearing at the stitches there, and pulled him back against himself roughly. Kakuzu made a noise, more anger than pain, and threw himself away from Pein, ignoring the pulling and tearing of the stitches on his stomach to focus on the trapped threads whipping through Pein's fist and coming away wet.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 04:49 pm UTC (link)
Deidara/Sasori, necrophilia. >.< Doesn't have to be graphic.

...you did say kinky. >.>;; You know these two would have the most unconventional sex lives ever.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-26 07:18 am UTC (link)
After learning Sasori's been killed, Deidara goes looking for the body. Deidara has always admired Sasori, despite their differences in opinion and expression; so, instead of letting Sasori remain in the rocky cavern, Deidara brings him home. But, what to do then? Sasori cannot rot, he has no flesh; he cannot burn, being made with durable material. And Deidara doesn't want to disassemble him, take apart the cogs and untwist the screws. He decides to put Sasori in his workshop.

Sasori's eyes are open a crack. Deidara slides them shut. He begins brushing back Sasori's hair and polishes Sasori's face with a rag. He works around the joints carefully, and is fascinated at the intricacy. Sasori had always hidden his inhabited body, so Deidara had rarely seen, let alone touched it before. It's so real; if Sasori had a coat of skin over the grooves, he would basically be human. Deidara smiles, and taps a finger against Sasori's cheek. He wishes he could compliment his sempai and have him hear it.

Deidara continues to polish. He removes the sash of Sasori's belt without unease, and pushes down his pants in a swift movement. It is then that he freezes.

"Well, I'll be damned," Deidara says, a slow smile spreading across his face. Sasori, despite having an undetailed body, apparently did not want to give up genetalia. Deidara removes the pants completely, and sits back on his heels, taking in the craftsmanship with his eyes. He smirks. The manhood is just as unspecialized as the rest of the body; it looks just like a cheap sex toy. It fit in well with the rest of the body, though, Deidara muses. He is still surprised that it was included at all. He's amused.

Suddenly he stands, shrugs off his Akatsuki coat and unties his belt. Kicking off his pants, he comes forward and straddles the body, tilting Sasori's head towards him.

"Did you have nerves, Sasori-sama?" he asks as he lowers himself. "I know you didn't go out to have sex. Did you masturbate? Or was this a merely aesthetic choice?" Deidara chuckles, and then hisses as he fills himself to the hilt. It feels strange. Just like a toy. A toy in the figure of a man he knew. And if Deidara knew puppet jutsu, he could manipulate Sasori's body into acting as if it were alive.

How pathetic.

"I knew my way was always true," Deidara says, rocking forward on the stationary body. "Art is a bang."

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 05:22 pm UTC (link)
Sakura [who is my whore] and Kiba and/or Kakashi and/or Kyuubi!Naruto:

Spanking, Special powers and skills (hyperdeveloped senses; combat expertise; dangerous physical or mental overload, and so on), Animalistic behaviors and characteristics, dominant (snarling; sniffing; biting; territoriality; predatory stalking; cuffing; forcing the partner's neck down; claws and other features) and submissive (domesticated pet behavior such as sitting at owner's foot and cheeking their thigh; purring; licking; etc.), Restraint (pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement) with or without Restraints (leather ties, handcuffs, ninja thread etc.)

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-26 04:53 pm UTC (link)
An attempt for you, with Kyuubi!NarutoxSakura and hints of KakashixSakura.


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"Woman."


It was not a request, and Sakura knew it. She froze, pulse spiking, praying that there had been some mistake. But when the hair on the back of her neck rose, she knew she was in deep shit. She could hear the distinct footfalls closing in on her from behind, but still she refused to move. Sakura had learned a long time ago how to differentiate between the sounds of a person's footsteps, and she had also learned how to distinguish Naruto's from Kyuubi's. Yes, there was no doubt about it. Sakura was currently being circled by the predatory fox spirit.


“Did you think you could get away with it?” Kyuubi spat at her as he finally entered her line of vision, still circling her frozen body in the midst of the forest.


Sakura said nothing, but she noted that her hands had begun to shake. Kyuubi stopped two yards in front of her and angrily looked her in the eye.


“Answer me, wench!”


Still she said nothing.


Before Sakura could process what was happening, tanned arms encircled her in an embrace that, should the eyes have been blue instead of red, would have been tender and gentle. A hand roughly yanked at her hair, snapping her head back so she could look in to the eyes of the tall monster before her. And when she still didn’t respond, he bit her squarely on the ear.


“I saw you two together, you and that human that always wears a mask! Did you forget that you belong to the kit, and subsequently to me?” Kyuubi was snarling now.


In truth, nothing had happened. Sakura and Kakashi had sparred together and she had ended up pinned beneath him. Kakashi and Sakura had always had chemistry, evident in the way that the large hands holding Sakura’s wrists had stroked gentle circles, or how she had looked at him in a tender way, not at all upset about being defeated. But Kakashi was a gentleman, and nothing had happened. As soon as she admitted that he was the victor, he climbed off of her and offered her a hand up.


But Naruto, who had apparently been watching, must have gotten jealous, explaining why she was now being threatened by Kyuubi. So Sakura, being the brilliant kunoichi that she is, decided to do the one thing that she knew would save her life: appease the beast.


When Sakura licked Kyuubi’s neck, there was only a brief pause before she found herself forced against a tree, held there by the weight and strength of the fox that was currently ripping off her shirt so that he could bite and suck at the area just above her bellybutton, one that he knew always made Sakura purr and buck and mewl.


Sakura had made her decision. She would be completely submissive, taking her bittersweet punishment as the Kyuubi doled it out. It was not the sweet love making she was used to from the blond. Instead, it was something that she rarely got, but that the ninja side of her always enjoyed: rough, territorial fucking.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 05:27 pm UTC (link)
Anyone/Shisui - Handcuffs and interrogation.

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(Anonymous)
2007-06-08 03:47 am UTC (link)
Shisui knows a lot of things. (About himself. About Mikoto and about little Sasuke, about the way Itachi looks at him when they shower together before he grabs his throat and fucks him against the adjacent wall. He knows a lot of things, and he feels a lot of things. He is a complex person by nature, and such leaves him to be himself and see himself in red lights.

Never blue. Always Sharingan-)

And maybe that's why his wrists burn as the metal of handcuffs that he knows he can escape from bind him to a bar of his uncle's office, and Itachi's expression as he sifts his hand between the fabrics of Shisui's clothing never wavers. (Never fades.)

"Shisui-kun."

(I can see you.)

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

(And that, in and of itself, is interrogation.)

"... Yes, Itachi-kun."

Their kisses always taste like blood. (It's nothing new. And it's even more such a way when Shisui lets Itachi drown him in the banks of the river a few hundred yards from the Uchiha complex.) "I would never." (And the body is returned with the same preservation that had been when Shisui died by rupturing one of his internal organs long before Itachi came to him and asked him for a favor.

The timing had simply been-)

"Liar."

(Priceless.)

Itachi slaps him, and the questioning begins.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 05:33 pm UTC (link)
Chouji/Shikamaru/Ino, gender issues/bending and hand fetishization.

Oh, of course I'm anonymous.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-26 01:48 am UTC (link)
He'd pretended to be asleep while she swiped nail-polish over his right and left hand, not willing to give in and spaz out in an attempt to defend his masculinity from pink pizazz! polish--which was what he assumed she was after. Ino always did like a good fight.

But when she started to blow softly on the wet nails to dry them, Shikamaru found his body reacting in a way he couldn't really ignore. He sighed in irritation and opened his eyes.

"Ino, what are you doing?"

"Making you look pretty," she chirped back, sounding very pleased with herself.

"Guys aren't supposed to look pretty."

"That's not true. Sasuke-kun looks pretty."

Shikamaru muttered something under his breath that included the words "Sasuke" and "hermaphrodite" which Ino clearly chose to ignore for the sake of not screwing up Shikamaru's manicure. Instead she turned to Chouji and gave him a sly smile.

"Chouji agrees with me, don't you Chou?"

The stout boy tore his gaze away from Shikamaru's freshly painted hands to focus on Ino's face.

"Huh?"

"Shikamaru. Don't his hands look pretty now?"

"Um...well yes, I mean-" Chouji's ears reddened and he began to study the carpet with rapt fascination.

With a superior grin, Ino turned back to Shikamaru and tilted her chin up. "See? I bet Chouji'd love to see those pink nails wrap around his cock right now," she said, then reached for the tie to Shikamaru's hair.

Behind her there was a choked sound that at least meant Chouji was breathing. Shikamaru decided he could spare a moment to protest the loss of his hair elastic. Not that it mattered.

Ino was combing her fingers through the course mass of Shikamaru's hair, trying to get the kinks out. "Almost perfect," she decided. "Just one thing missing..."

Then she leaned over and pressed her lips to his in a surprisingly chaste, closed-mouth kiss. It wasn't until she pulled away and he saw the smeared lipstick around her mouth that he realized what she'd been after.

"Tricky," he said, with a mixture of annoyance and pride in her strategic planning.

"Thank you," she said, fingers going for the fastenings on his pants.

He rose up on his elbow to watch her, one hand dangling off the couch while the other settled on the mesh over his chest. "If you do that you'll ruin the illusion," he pointed out.

She licked her lips and flicked open a button. "Not ruin, I don't think."

'Great. Ino's got a fetish for dick-girls.'

Shikamaru was about to shove her away when he noticed Chouji over her blonde's shoulder, a red flush darkening his cheeks, his eyes glued to Shikamaru's callused hands made softer by the delicate pink polish. He made a quick, strategic decision.

"Oi," he said, the hand on his chest lifting to beckon Chouji forward. "You going to come help her?"

In reflection, Shikamaru thought that he'd never seen Chouji move so fast in a situation that didn't involve the words "all-you-can-eat".

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2007-05-25 05:35 pm UTC (link)
Anko/Ibiki: bloodplay

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2007-05-27 04:43 pm UTC (link)
Ibiki breathed in sharply and traced the line of beading blood over his right pectoral with his eyes. From the way Anko had stilled her movements on his lap, he assumed she was watching too. When she bent her head to cover the wound with her mouth, Ibiki savoured the wet sting and absently wonder if he should be grateful or concerned that at least one person in Konoha shared his penchant for blood-games during sex.

She sat back, licking her lips and handed him the small kunai, already much stained with a mixture of their blood.

"Your turn, Ibiki-sempai," she sang, rocking her hips into his a few more times to punctuate the announcement.

He took the weapon and raked his eyes over her naked body. He'd already marked her breasts, her hard-muscled stomach, her thighs. The rules were no face wounds, although it hardly mattered for Ibiki. He was already scarred enough that a few more mutilations to the cheek and chin wouldn't make a difference. But he wouldn't mark Anko's face and the curse seal on her neck made him cautious about putting a blade there.

"Turn around," he said, finally, and waited as she swung her leg over (flexible as a snake's body) and presented her white back to him.

He mused about cutting into the buttocks for a few seconds, just so she would have difficultly sitting during the Hokage's next set of long and tedious meetings with the jounin, but in the end he decided to make a long, shallow cut up her spine, where she would feel it the most.

She shivered as her skin parted and he waited until the blood was dripping down onto his own skin before lapping it up with his tongue, making the motion rough, his hands on her wrists so he could feel the leap in her pulse against his fingers.

Finally he released her and she slid off his lap and plucked the kunai from his hands, licking the blade and her own blood with a pleased grin.

"My turn now." And she was eying his body too, only her gaze lingered on his hardened penis and Ibiki could almost see the wheels turning.

Anko liked head-games, liked to shock and sicken. If it had been any other man sitting there with Anko holding a knife and eying their dick it would have been enough to make them run for the hills. Ibiki was more difficult to crack, so she'd have to try a little harder.

She held him with one hand, deceivingly gentle, and brought the blade closer, just under the head. Ibiki sat still, not because he trusted her--never trust: she had been Orochimaru's student, still wore his mark, although its powers had been sealed, and she was just a little insane. So it wasn't trust keeping him still in that seat, waiting to see what she would do, but some strange and sick sense of anticipation.

Ibiki had tortured people for years. Sometimes he wanted to know how it felt.

He held his breath as she pressed the blade to him, just barely a nick but it burned and stung like hell, and then, when she closed her lips around the head and sucked--

He groaned and she leaned back, wiping semen and blood from her smug face. As she pulled him down to the floor with her and wrapped her thighs around his neck, squeezing like a python, Ibiki knew that he should have been scared beyond measure that she even existed.

He also knew that he was going to promote her to the head of his team as soon as possible.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 05:51 pm UTC (link)
Naruto/Gaara

biting, delayed gratification, pillow biting, pushy buttom

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2007-05-27 04:33 am UTC (link)
Sex with the Kazekage was difficult. For one, he almost never made any noises to indicate his pleasure which he “made up for” with his over directing, and two, it was damn hard to be quiet. Well, hard for Naruto anyway.

Naruto bit onto the throw pillow, grinding the cotton between his teeth in frustration as he groaned. Already, he was throbbing and strained. “Whyyyy? Why can't I put it in?” he pulled back enough to whine.

“Because,” Gaara replied, voice slightly breathy, “I'm not satisfied yet. Keep rubbing against me. And don't—” He closed his eyes, the only sign that he was actually enjoying the experience besides his obvious erection. “—talk so loud. Someone will hear.”

He had a point. It probably wasn't the best idea to be screwing the Kazekage on his office couch during work hours, but dammit he was horny, and Naruto had never been very good at waiting. Which seemed to be exactly what Gaara was bent forcing him to do.

Naruto nuzzled his face into Gaara's neck to muffle his panting and grinning, nipped lightly at the skin. “I guess you'll just have to help me be quiet then,” he whispered before biting down hard enough to illicit a small gasp from the boy.

“Naruto. . .”

His tone was stern and sent shivers down Naruto's spine. Naruto continued sucking at his neck, working his teeth back and forth as he bit. The friction of rubbing his cock against Gaara's was killing him. If he wasn't careful, he'd come before he had a chance to fuck him. His arms began shaking, making it difficult to hold himself up.

He jerked when Gaara reached down to pinch his tip, the sudden pain causing him to bite down hard enough to taste blood.

“Not yet,” Gaara insisted, and he nodded feeling ashamed.

“I know. I know.” He pulled back to look at the boy, determined to please him fully before taking what he wanted. “You want me to use my mouth?”

Gaara thought for a moment and finally nodded. “Fine.”

Naruto grinned and descended on him hungrily. It was ad much of an approval as he was going to get. And he'd have to hurry if he wanted to get some screwing in before Gaara's lunch break was over.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Hayate/Genma: Hayate on top (for a change), extremely violent rough sex (and to cross some fandom lines, here, I'm talking like bordering on Klingon wedding sex -- broken bones for the win!)

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(Anonymous)
2007-09-07 03:33 am UTC (link)
Oh my lung! Klingon wedding sex! Oh oh oh my god! I'm crying I'm laughing so hard! I'm gonna think about writing this one. I don't know much about Hayate though so if it isn't in character I apologize before hand.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 08:00 pm UTC (link)
KibaSaku, leashes with some wall-sex and/or rough sex please!

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hope you like it:)
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2007-05-27 09:58 pm UTC (link)
I was the only one to proof read this so please forgive me for any mistakes^^;
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Kiba tugged hard on the leash, sending Sakura into the wall. She knew there’d be a bruise where her shoulders hit, but she was beyond caring. She was more than ready; she ached for more.

He pressed himself firmly against her then, and she felt the hard bites followed by rough suckling along her collar bone, neck, ears, jaw, and lips. This ruthless combination of ministrations was more than enough to overload her senses.

A haze settled. There was a fusion of moans (from her?) and growls (from him?) and other sounds that penetrated the moment. She wasn’t sure which was whose, but it didn’t matter because he was commanding her to wrap her leg around his waist. Then he was inside her, instantly controlling the pace.

It was urgent and forceful. She tensed her leg and fastened her arms around his neck for leverage. After a few more thrusts, the leg bearing her weight gave out so he held her up by tightening the leash’s slack.

As she felt his free hand steal between her legs, the haze over her mind only grew denser. The pressure rose, along with the volume of the moans and grunts, until there was nothing else but release.

Then as quickly as the haze came, it cleared, leaving both of them on the floor. She listened to Kiba’s amusement, deep and intense. It rumbled through her, shook her as she laid atop his chest. With the movement, her new bruises voiced their manifestation on her neck, shoulders- every where. She subsequently decided that he could laugh all he wanted because next time she’d be in control, and she’d use more than just a leash.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Because every kink meme needs at least one of these:

tentacles/Naruto

I suppose tentacles is enough of a kink...

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-27 02:08 am UTC (link)
Fuck yeah! One horridly generic tentacle!rape fic coming up. ;D It's more plant than animal... but hopefully it'll do.

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2007-05-25 08:23 pm UTC (link)
KakaSaku: anal, biting ass cheeks, spanking, Sakura giving oral sex, swallowing.. over all rough sex.

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Getting some Answers [part 1]
(Anonymous)
2007-07-07 09:53 pm UTC (link)
Sorry but I missed out the oral as it was getting really late when I wrote this so I didn't have time to fit it in. Sorry, but I hope you like it anyway.

Sakura had always detested those Icha Icha Paradise books, not only were they degrading to the female sex but also the vile contents that was in those books was something to be hated. However the main reason why she loathed those books was the way Kakashi worshipped the damn things, and saw no moral injustice to reading the things out in public in front of his former 12 year old students.

She knew other men read the things, yet no other man, except maybe the author, dared let others know he indulged in such naughty literature. So then why was he so care free with his sinful reading habits and what good came from his non-stop reading of what could only be called porn.

It was tonight that the young kunoichi asked these questions to her sensei. Both she and he were alone, sitting quietly in his apartment. Her clothes were clinging to her small frame as she was still panting lightly from the days training both had endured. It had been such a rough practice that Kakashi had offered her his place as a setting for rest, a glass of water was in front of her as a way to refresh.

She sipped lightly on the drink as she waited for him to finally answer her long awaited questions.

"Sakura..." He spoke at last, his tone being one she found hard to place. "Do you really want to know?"

She paused for a moment before at last nodding. "Yes, very much so Kakashi-sensei."

The elder ninja eyed the other with his only visible eye, she shivered lightly under the gaze, her body tensing as he came closer towards her. His hard sculpted build soon was on top of her, pressing her down into the couch so he was now hovering above her.

"Ka-Kakashi?"

"It's difficult you see, to explain in words the answers you seek. The only way I can make you understand is for you wreak the benefits that have come from all my years of readings those books." A rough hand slipped down into the kunoichi's skirt and it a quick tug removed her underwear.

"Kakashi!" She yelled but was quickly silenced when she was picked up and slammed back down onto the coffee table, her ass pointing towards the ceiling.

His voice came again, this time without a blue mask muffling the words. She stared at his revealed face, her feelings switching between a feeling of awe and lust towards his such handsome features. "Sakura..." He breathed. "Just like training pain is necessary for you to get what you want."

A finger brushed against her anal entrance, causing her to whimper. The thick skirt she was always seen wearing was quickly disposed of as it got in the way as Kakashi bent over her and kissing her cheeks softly. "Remember what I said..." He spoke before he raised a hand and slapped her hard across the buttocks.

The girl bit back a scream but another stroke came quickly by. Again and again he struck her, his smacks getting hard each time and her arousal become more acutely aware to herself.

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2007-05-25 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Shikamaru/Sakura: Baths and water (hot springs or bath - Shikamaru catches Sakura and there's awkwardness on his part. She knows he see's her and after some taunting, lets him know and invites him over. Clumsiness, Claiming through biting, blood, confessions and light bondage if possible.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-29 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Okay, I left out the whole Ino thing (and hopefully came up with something better for the "confessions" theme) since your comment made me think you viewed this pairing as more romantic/relationship than just hot sex so... This was a lot more sexy and seductive in my head but it ended up more romantic when written I think. I hope you like it!


Sakura leans her head back with a barely audible “Ahhh” and for the first time in days allows herself to relax. The water is hot where it bubbles around her bare skin, tinging the milky paleness pink even where it rests exposed in the night air, and she stops moving save for the rise and fall of her chest as she watches, with eyes half-shut, the shadows dancing across the water.

Yamoto had shot her a look that said It's a bad idea when he'd noticed her noticing the hot spring earlier that day, but she wasn't a little girl to be looked after dammit so once he was asleep—during Sai's watch—she had crept away with not so much as an explanation for where she was going.

She “Mm”-s a little to herself in pleasure as she reclines further against the rocks, enjoying the sensation when her breasts pop above the water's surface, nipples instantly cooling and hardening in the crisp autumn air.

Sai cares more about his duty than spying on naked members of the opposite sex (or the same for that matter) and Naruto is an absurdly heavy sleeper so she's sure it isn't either of them. Her face flushes a little at the thought of who it might be then, but when the silence continues unbroken for several more minutes (save for the occasional gurgle of water), she sighs, “If you're not going to attack why don't you just come in?”

In the case of teammates being ruled out, that leaves only one likely possibility.

“Ah-ta,” he says, scrambling to his feet from behind the bushes and awkwardly steps into the moonlight. “Guess I need to work on my stealth.”

For a moment her eyes deceive her but she thinks it couldn't possibly be him. “Shikamaru?” She sits up, visibly more guarded and unable to keep the doubt from her voice when she asks, “What are you doing in Rice Country?”

He scratches the back of his head, mumbling to himself a resolution to avoid troublesome situations and tries to explain, “Hokage-sama sent us for back-up when she heard that Akatsuki could be the ones behind the disappearances. Hinata and Lee are already at the camp.”

“Oh,” she mouths and continues to stare at him, chest exposed fully above the water.

He shifts uncomfortably, unsure what to say and silently thankful that she hasn't yet questioned what he was doing behind the bushes when she adds, “So. Are you coming in?”

He can feel a blush creeping over the tops of his cheeks and hopes she can't see it from this distance, not at all eager to strip naked and reveal his building arousal.

“What were you planning to do?” she taunts absently. “Caress me with your shadows?”

She sinks back into the steaming water, re-situating into a comfortable position, already bored with his lack of action so he frowns (unhappy at the idea of being dismissed) and shrugs out of his vest before peeling his shirt off in a quick, fluid motion. “Maybe.”

He can feel the heat in his cheeks rising when her eyes flicker to his chest and linger, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 09:00 pm UTC (link)
NaruSasu - rings/fingers

(god, I feel like that's the most innocent kink on here XD)

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2007-05-28 10:41 am UTC (link)
When Naruto announced with a devilish grin that he had a surprise gift for him, Sasuke knew better than to get his hopes up. The suitability of presents in general was questionable at best when it came to Naruto but the suitability of presents for him had been embarrassing to say the least.

“What is it?” he sighed not bothering to raise up from the tangle of sheets and pillows and arms long enough to give the blonde a warning glare.

Naruto disentangled himself long enough to scramble for the nightstand (a horridly predictable place to hide a surprise gift) and digging through the drawer extracted a small, blue box.

“What is it?” Sasuke repeated, eying it in clear disinterest.

“Aw, come on,” Naruto whined, plopping the object in the other boy's lap as he rose to a sitting position. “Open it.”

So Sasuke did—open it, a little more slowly than Naruto would have liked (and not at all out of spite). Inside a thin, silver band gleamed back at him.

“This is a girl's ring.”

Naruto scrunched his face in displeasure already geared for an argument. “No, it's not. Put it on.”

“No.”

In the years that they'd been apart, Naruto had become surprisingly quick in his reflexes. He snatched the ring from the box, tackling Sasuke with a deep peal of laughter (in spite of his feigned seriousness on the issue) and somehow in the ensuing onslaught of arms and legs, managed to slip the ring into place.

Sasuke frowned, examining the object where it encircled his fourth finger and after giving it a good tug griped, “Great. Now it's stuck, asshole.”

Naruto shot him a mischievous grin and answered, “Wait, I know how to get it off.”

Sasuke responded with a doubtful glare, not bothering with the “You do?” but his eyes trailed down to his hand when Naruto's fingertips brushed the top of it.

Naruto lifted Sasuke's hand to his mouth, licking the tips of his fingers before slipping the fourth one all the way in, sucking as he began to work the ring back and forth between his teeth.

He was rewarded when Sasuke flushed slightly and said, “You planned this didn't you?”

Innocent drabble for an innocent kink??

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Sasu/Naru; power play, hand fetish, [b]tickle fights[/b]

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-25 11:29 pm UTC (link)
Kurenai/Gai: Rushed sex in a semi-public place, she's embarrassed to be seen with him but damn is that man good in bed.

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(Anonymous)
2007-05-28 10:04 am UTC (link)
She breathed heavily against his neck, tugging desperately at his jumpsuit. The rather large and growing bulge between his legs was now pressed against her inner thigh, and she stared at him with an incredulous expression on her face, mouth agape and heated, heavy pants escaping from her crimson coloured lips.

"Oh, God, why the fuck do you have to wear this thing?" She said, breath hitched, adjusting the angle of her legs and lifting up her skirt, pressing her moist crotch against the clothed arousal. He supported her up with one leg against the wall, rotating his hips to grind against her aching pussy.

"Mnn, the bandages you wear are more preferable?" He smirked, pulling the sleeve of her complicated dress down over her shoulder, peeling the fishnet just beneath her breasts so they could rest above the collar lining. He gave them a quick slap, before groping one and digging his nails into the side, massaging it in rushed circles.

"Hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me." She gasped, hand blindly reaching down to grip at his cock through the fabric, one leg wrapping around him to support her life-or-death humping against him. She had Anko back at her house, babysitting Jr., and she knew if she left her friend with a crying baby for too long she'd never hear the end of it.

She didn't know when this started, and promised herself every day that tomorrow would be the day it would end. It's no secret that Gai has an amazing body, was incredibly... well-endowed, and had legendary stamina. However, he had a reputation for his eccentric behaviour, and that had crossed him off of most people's 'would like to fuck' list. Truth be told, she really would never want anyone knowing about this. She'd rather everyone saw her as the single, monogamous widow, even in death, she stays faithful. But no, she just had to run in to Gai one day when she had lost her favourite vibrator. She decided to give him a test drive instead, and since that day she's had nothing but the best; she was sad to say it's too bad this amazing package came with such a boisterous and loud man.

Now, with her skirt hitched up and top pulled down, she threw some of her hair behind over her shoulder with a squick jerk of her head, purring happily as the man in front of her finally pulls his large cock out from the complicated jumpsuit, grabbing it at the base in one hand, holding on to her hip with the other.

He pushes the head against the lips of her pussy, rubbing it slowly up and down. She gasps and spreads her legs, trying to penetrate herself on it, but he holds her firm in place and begins to slap his cock against the hood of her clit a few times, then back to rubbing.

"In me, in me, oh god.." She jerks her hips, wanting to be full. "Quick!"

He pushes himself inside of her without hesitation, sinking his entire erection deep within her, satisfied to hear her harsh, repeated yelps of pain, and listening to her beg for it harder and faster.

Within a minute, they both come, his semen now dripping down between her thighs, her pussy wet and sore.

She quickly pulls her shirt back up, and pushes her skirt back down, figuring she won't bother with the bandages and tears the ones around her thighs off, tossing them aside. She checks in the mirror if her hair is okay, and looks over to Gai, who is tucking himself back into his jumpsuit, face flushed and looking proud.

Without even a goodbye, she picks up her grocery bag and begins walking quickly back toward her house, away from the secluded backalley just behind the Yamanaka Flower Shop.

She is glad that Gai follows the twenty second rule and does not come out from the same alley until a bit later. Wouldn't want to look suspicious now, would they?

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