#ler!naruto

[allnightstay]

Day 19 - Tickle Fight! 💥

Summary: Naruto and Sasuke had been training, but the blonde decided to pull a move he thought would win the fight for sure. He might've been wrong...

Lee: Naruto, Sasuke

Ler: Sasuke, Naruto

Happy TickleTober! 🎃🪶 I hope you enjoy~

The training grounds were quiet, with only the rustling leaves and the sound of Naruto and Sasuke’s footwork breaking the stillness. They had been sparring for a good hour, each trying to one-up the other, as always. Naruto stood panting, hands on his knees, sweat trickling down his face.

"Giving up already?" Sasuke taunted, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Naruto shot back up, blue eyes flashing with determination. "You wish! I just-" He huffed for breath. "-need a minute to strategize!"

Sasuke scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Like you ever have a strategy."

But Naruto’s grin suddenly turned mischievous. "You know, Sasuke, I think I do have a plan now."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? And what stupid plan would that be?"

Naruto crouched, muscles tensing as if he were about to pounce. "Tickle jutsu!" he cried, launching himself at Sasuke with a wild grin.

Sasuke barely had time to dodge as Naruto tackled him to the ground. "What the...Naruto!" Sasuke snarled, struggling beneath him.

"Gotcha!!" Naruto grinned triumphantly as his fingers darted to Sasuke’s sides, wiggling them playfully along his ribs.

Sasuke twitched violently. "Hng- N-Naruto! Stop that!" he growled, but a small, involuntary gasp escaped his lips when Naruto hit just the right spot.

"No way!" Naruto grinned even wider, encouraged by Sasuke’s reaction. "You’re ticklish, aren’t you, Sasuke? I knew it!!" He upped his speed, attacking Sasuke’s ribs and stomach with merciless little pokes.

Sasuke thrashed, lips pressed into a tight line as if he refused to let any laughter escape. "Naruto-!" he warned, his voice dangerously low.

"Come on, just laugh already! You’re totally losing!" Naruto said, hands working furiously to keep up the tickling.

Sasuke’s patience snapped. "You idiot- ugh fine!"

In one swift movement, Sasuke flipped them over, pinning Naruto flat on his back. Naruto blinked up at him, startled.

"W-wait, what are you-"

But before he could react, Sasuke’s hands descended on him with precision, fingers expertly kneading into his sides.

"HAHAHA!! No! Sasuke, not you too! HahahaHAHAHA!!!" Naruto’s laugh burst out immediately, loud and wild as he squirmed beneath Sasuke.

Sasuke’s smirk deepened. "What’s wrong, Naruto? Can’t handle a little tickling?" His tone was calm, but there was a distinct glint of amusement in his dark eyes.

"NAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAY! I’m—HAHA—I’m sorry!" Naruto gasped between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, kicking his legs wildly to no avail. Sasuke's grip was unrelenting, and every touch sent Naruto into new fits of giggles.

"You thought you’d win with this?" Sasuke said dryly, fingers now digging into Naruto’s ribs and hips, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Naruto was ridiculously ticklish, and Sasuke made sure to exploit it fully.

"NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! You’re—HAHA—CHEATING!" Naruto howled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the nonstop laughter.

"Cheating?" Sasuke echoed with a scoff. "This was your idea, dummy."

Naruto could barely breathe, thrashing helplessly under Sasuke’s tickling assault. "I CAN’T—AAAHAHAhaha—Okay! OKAHAHAHAY!! You win! You win!"

Satisfied, Sasuke finally relented, sitting back and letting Naruto catch his breath. Naruto lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, a goofy grin plastered across his flushed face.

"You really thought you’d beat me with that?" Sasuke asked, shaking his head with a faint smirk.

Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, still grinning despite the defeat. "Hahaha... Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best plan."

"Obviously." Sasuke stood, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "Next time, try thinking a little harder before you do something so stupid."

Naruto gave him a cheeky grin. "Yeah, yeah... But you are ticklish, though. I’m totally telling Sakura."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "If you value your life, you won’t."

Naruto laughed, scrambling to his feet. "Gotta catch me first!"

And just like that, Naruto took off running, Sasuke hot on his heels. Their training may have turned into a tickle fight, but some things between them never changed.

[blushy-tigerrr]

Saved By The Bell - Naruto Tickle Fic

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden

Summary: During the second bell test, Naruto makes an interesting discovery about his Sensei.

Content Warning: mild language

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: it has been SO LONG since i last wrote a fic so i'm v nervous about posting this, but i am pretty proud of it! i hope you enjoy!

Naruto and Sakura ducked behind a tree, breathing heavily as they tried to recover some energy from all of the failed attempts at retrieving the bells from Kakashi. Their brains were moving a mile a minute, trying desperately to figure out a new tactic. It’s been about three years since the first time they had tried to do this, and as strong as the two of them have gotten in that time, it was still incredibly difficult. It didn’t help that the pressure was up this time as Lady Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage and Sakura’s mentor, and Jiraiya, Naruto’s mentor, were watching and evaluating their fight. With the extra amount of pressure they were feeling, the two of them couldn’t help but wonder if they had even progressed much at all.

Kakashi, however, felt the amount of growth his students had achieved. As opposed to last time they fought him like this, he wasn’t daring to let even a little bit of his guard down. He knew how much stronger Naruto and Sakura had become, and because of this, he knew he’d be defeated easily if he relaxed for even a second. Even so, he couldn’t fully keep his mind away from his new “Make-Out Tactics” book that Naruto had brought him. He’d never dare to start reading while facing opponents like these, but the desire was there, and it was strong.

Naruto sighed, his breath becoming steadier. “Man, that Kakashi is ridiculously strong. I mean, he’s smarter than Shikamaru, he has a better sense of smell than Kiba, his Sharingan is better than Sasuke’s, his Taijutsu is better than Lee’s… and he’s got way more experience than us.”

“You’re right, but even so…” Sakura interjected curiously, “even he must have a weakness.” She squinted her eyes as if to see the possibilities written out in front of her. “We just have to think about it…”

“A weakness, huh?” Naruto wondered aloud, joining Sakura and becoming deep in thought. He cycled through every fight he’s seen Kakashi in, trying to figure out what his weakness could possibly be. It was hard to find the answer with an opponent so strong. Maybe, his weakness wasn’t a physical thing, like a blind spot. Maybe… Naruto gasped suddenly. “I’ve got it!”

Sakura’s head whipped towards Naruto in surprise, her brow slightly furrowed. “Really? You know Kakashi’s weakness? Tell me!” She leaned in, prompting him to whisper so no one would overhear their plotting. Naruto stifled a giggle, playing out his ridiculous plan in his head.

“Sakura, think about it for a minute. If you really look back at all of Kakashi Sensei’s actions, you’ll know what I’m thinking of.” Naruto smirked, waiting for Sakura to think of it, too. She did think very hard, in fact. Alas, she wasn’t able to see it the way that Naruto did so clearly. He beckoned her close to him and whispered his plan into her ear. As the words left his mouth, her face switched from a confused expression into a wide, scheming smile.

“Oh, I get it now! Naruto, that’s a genius idea!” She exclaimed, feeling her hands begin to shake in excitement. “You really are the most unpredictable knucklehead ninja I’ve ever met.” Naruto growled, lightly smacking Sakura in the arm, making her laugh.

“Hey! How dare you call me a knucklehead when I just came up with that amazing plan! You said it yourself, it was genius.” He smirked, crossing his arms in a playfully arrogant way. Sakura rolled her eyes at his actions.

“No matter how many great plans you come up with, you’ll always be a knucklehead to me, Naruto.” She teased. Naruto copied her eye roll, still smirking.

“Whatever. Let’s just go before Kakashi Sensei starts getting suspicious.” He began to move noiselessly in Kakashi’s direction, Sakura close behind him. They both focused on their movements, making sure to draw no attention to themselves while also making their way through the trees as quickly as possible. Before they knew it, they were crouched behind a bush about thirty feet away from Kakashi.

Kakashi couldn’t sense their presence yet, but his guard was very much up, anticipating a sneak attack from a direction that wouldn’t be expected. He would never admit it to his two students, but he started to feel a bit nervous. He couldn’t place exactly why. All he knew is that he should be expecting the unexpected. But then he wondered, what could be so unexpected that it warranted him feeling this nervous? When he saw his two students appear from behind a bush, that was when the nerves really started to kick in. They couldn’t possibly think a head-on attack would work, could they?

“Huh… attacking me head-on like this. Are you sure that’s the best course of action?” Kakashi questioned his students, keeping his voice even as he readied his defensive stance. The two stood before him, and Kakashi couldn’t miss the eagerness in their stances. What on Earth did they have planned?

“Now, Naruto!” Sakura’s sudden exclamation prompted the two of them to jump into the air, diving slowly towards Kakashi. He couldn’t help but gain a confused look. All three of them knew that Kakashi could destroy them easily in a frontal attack like this. He stood, still ready to attack at any moment, but he watched them closely, analyzing every movement down to the tiniest muscle twitch.

“Alright, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto started to speak as they continued to descend. Kakashi cocked his head to the side slightly, surprised that he’d use a moment like this for conversational language. “At the end of ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Oh. Oh.

Those words sent a chill down Kakashi’s spine. There was no way Naruto was resorting to such a dirty trick. Spoiling the ending of the book he had just received that day? What kind of a monster did he train?! Kakashi covered his ears out of instinct, preventing himself from hearing any more of Naruto’s words. He kept his eyes locked on their movements, but then he realized…

“As it happens, the main character…” No! He could still read Naruto’s lips because of his Sharingan! His eyes clamped shut, determined not to find out any spoilers that Naruto might have known. He was also Jiraiya’s student, and he’s the author of these books, after all. It was more likely than not that Naruto knew exactly how this book went, and Kakashi would rather lose this fight than have his favorite series spoiled for him.

Kakashi felt a sudden jab at his right side, close to his hip. His eyes shot open with a gasp, as his hands flew down to protect himself from… that. Much to his dismay, the jabs kept coming one after another. He felt his face begin to flush in embarrassment as he choked back the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth. There was no way he was letting his students learn both of his weaknesses in the same day.

“Damn it, where the hell are they?!” A familiar voice mumbled to no one in particular. Kakashi looked down to see that the culprit of the pokes was none other than Naruto. He was obviously searching for something… wait. “Where are they? Where are the bells?!” Naruto’s hands kept searching as Kakashi felt his defenses begin to crumble. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He could not, would not let this happen. Not in front of the Fifth Hokage herself.

When Naruto’s hands reached the bottom of his ribs, Kakashi felt himself involuntarily move away from the poking. This made Naruto stop what he was doing and stare curiously at his teacher. Kakashi stared back, his eyes a little bit wider than normal. His heart rate began to increase when he saw a devious glint in Naruto’s eyes. Naruto reached out to land another poke into Kakashi’s ribs, eliciting a quiet yelp from the older.

“Say, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto’s voice was lower than before, almost a growl. Kakashi swallowed, his face growing more flushed the closer Naruto gets to him. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat hearing those words. “Now, Naruto…” His voice had a slight tremble to it, but he tried to keep his tone calm and level. “Is this really necessary? You would have defeated me just now. We don’t need to resort to such tactics.”

Naruto chuckled, stepping even closer to Kakashi with his hands reaching out in front of him. “If you’re hiding the bells from us, then I have no other choice.” He leapt at Kakashi suddenly, attaching his fingers to his sides and digging in mercilessly. Kakashi gasped, putting his hands over Naruto’s in an attempt to push them away. He gritted his teeth to prevent any laughter from slipping out of his mouth. He was determined to keep up his stoic facade for as long as possible.

“N-Naruto, this isn’t necessary. C-come on, stop this.” Kakashi’s voice came out a bit more strained than normal as he held back his laugh. As ticklish as he was, Kakashi was able to handle this spot pretty well. As long as Naruto didn’t get any other ideas, that is. Not satisfied with the reaction he was getting, Naruto furrowed his brow in deep thought.

“I think it’s very necessary, Kakashi Sensei! If you’re unfairly hiding the bells from us, I have to find them by any means.” Naruto moved his hands up to Kakashi’s ribs, scratching each finger between each of the bones. Kakashi let out a strong exhale, still holding his laughter in, but just barely. His hands still stayed on top of Naruto’s, trying to detach his fingers from his ribs. The feeling of all ten of Naruto’s fingers wiggling in between his ribs was almost too much to handle. Naruto grinned mischievously, noticing Kakashi’s face becoming more red as the tickling continued.

“You’re really not letting up? Man, I guess I have to do it, then…” Those words from Naruto made Kakashi’s stomach do a backflip. He started to squirm underneath the tickly touch, wondering what on Earth he could have possibly thought of to escalate the situation.

“Well, as I was saying before, the main character in ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Kakashi gasped, covering his ears and clamping his eyes shut once more. Damn, Naruto was much better at finding his weaknesses than he’d like to admit. “N-no! I’m not listening!” Kakashi exclaimed in a panic. What he failed to consider, however, was just how vulnerable he had made himself in this one motion. Naruto chuckled, taking the chance that was given to him. He shot his now free hands up into Kakashi’s underarms.

Kakashi’s arms came crashing down as his entire body curled in on itself. The laughter that he was fighting back finally bubbled to the surface in the form of soft, hysterical giggles. His face flushed even deeper than before, feeling embarrassed about reacting in such a way, especially in front of the people that were around. As Naruto’s fingers scratched in the sensitive spot, Kakashi couldn’t help himself but squirm even more than before.

Naruto was shocked. He had never heard Kakashi laugh like this. He didn’t even know if he’d heard Kakashi laugh at all before, so to see him reduced to a giggling mess was a hilarious sight. “Wow, Kakashi Sensei! You’re way more ticklish than I would have thought!” He continued to scratch his nails in Kakashi’s underarms, causing his teacher’s laughter to slowly get louder.

“N-Narutohoho, plehehease! This ihis soho childihihihish!” Kakashi cackled, trying half heartedly to bat Naruto’s arms away from him. Could he have gotten the kid off of him easily with one swift motion? Absolutely, but to be honest, he couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed his guard to drop this much. It had to have been years since he felt himself laugh even a little bit. As embarrassing as it all was, a bigger part of it felt refreshing.

“Oh, you think this is childish? I’ll show you childish!” Naruto taunted, throwing pokes all around Kakashi’s torso, making his laughter spike up an octave. “Childish is hiding the bells from me when I beat you, fair and square!”

Kakashi’s eyes were still squeezed shut due to his loud laughter. All of a sudden, the tickling sensations increased rapidly. He felt so many different spots being targeted all at once. While the scratching in his underarms continued, he additionally felt fingers wiggling against his stomach and his ribs. Then, there was a pair of hands scratching behind his knees, forcing a surprised squeak out of Kakashi’s mouth. His legs began to shake due to the new spot being targeted. How was this even possible? He forced open his eyes and finally realized: he was being attacked by Naruto and three of his Shadow Clones.

Once he found out what had happened, Kakashi’s body surrendered to the sensations. He let unfiltered laughter flood out of his mouth as his legs finally gave out, making him end up on the ground. All four Narutos followed him down, all of their hands staying attached to the spots they were targeting. Kakashi was almost in tears laughing, completely unable to get away from the eight hands that were attacking him. “Nahahaharutoho! Plehehease, stohohohop!”

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me where the damn bells are!” The real Naruto yelled, his three Shadow Clones laughing along.

Jingle.

Hearing that soft, familiar sound ring through the chaos made both Naruto and Kakashi freeze. All of their remaining chakra was focused in their ears, listening intently for the sound of the bells.

Jingle.

Their heads whipped around to see Sakura standing a few feet away from them, holding both of the bells, one in each hand. Kakashi felt his face pale at the sight as Naruto bolted over to grab one of the bells out of her hand with a satisfied chuckle.

“Y-you had them the whole time, Sakura?” Kakashi stammered, slowly gathering himself and getting to his feet. Sakura had a small smile on her face as she blushed a bit.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Kakashi Sensei! I just thought… you looked like you were having fun, so I didn’t want to make you guys stop so soon.” Sakura explained sheepishly. Kakashi couldn’t help but smile at her statement, his face remaining a deep shade of pink.

“Well… you aren’t necessarily wrong.” Kakashi admitted, making both of his students stare at him in shock. He shrugged as he continued his thought. “I mean, I can’t remember the last time my body was able to relax like that, and I don’t even think either of you had ever heard me laugh before.” Naruto and Sakura looked at each other, knowing that to be true. Kakashi smiled at them before looking around the area. “Now, I have one thing to ask, and this goes for everyone here, so listen up.” As Kakashi spoke, Tsunade and Jiraiya poked their heads out of the trees, their grinning faces focused on him intently.

“What is it, Kakashi Sensei?” Naruto asked, his eyes shining with glee. Kakashi sighed, directing this statement mostly at the two Sannin.

“Please, do not tell Gai about this. He will never let me live a peaceful life with this information.” Jiraiya snickered as he and Tsunade shared a mischievous glance. 

“No promises.” Tsunade responded with a scheming smile. Kakashi sighed even deeper this time, holding his face in his hands.

“Don’t worry, Kakashi Sensei! We’ll protect your honor!” Naruto exclaimed, positioning himself in front of Kakashi, using a defensive stance.

Sakura giggled and mirrored Naruto’s actions. “Yeah! We’ll protect you no matter what!”

Kakashi smiled, grateful for the incredible Shinobi his students had become. “Thank you. Now, what do you say I treat you two to some ramen as a congratulations?” His students let out a yell of excitement, racing each other back to the village. Kakashi followed close behind them while Tsunade and Jiraiya lingered for just a moment longer.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” Jiraiya asked the Hokage.

Tsunade chuckled. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

[sleepysheepytea]

and ofc we gotta wreck the lil emo boi cuz he’s bein a stinker

drawing them all again is bringing back memories holy cow

also im so honking happy with this lil squimshy face

lookit himmm hehheee he looks so squishy im so happy

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 8: 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

NARUTO TIME NARUTO TIME

My lil dude whom I adore with my whole heart.

Oh look Naruto’s there too!

No I’m kidding I’d sell my soul to meet either of them.

GOD I AM SO BEHIND ON TICKLETOBER PIECES I HATE COLLEGE

Tags: @chrimsss @sleepysheepytea (I know you’re a Naruto fan, so I thought you might enjoy this!!) @tickletr-ash @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

As much as Naruto loved his friends, boy did they show up at the worst times. He WAS planning on spending his day off doing something incredibly important, mind you. Okay- fine, he was going to spend the day sleeping and eating, but that’s equally as important as anything else his friends have planned.

Though, the impromptu visits did make him feel loved. How far he’s come… younger him couldn’t even begin to fathom a life like this.

So, when he heard the ecstatic knocking at his door, a smile crept onto his features. He perked through the peephole and was delighted to see all of his friends.

“Hey, guys I was actually-“

“NARUTOOOOOOO!” Lee cheered, “We have come to see you on our day off! It is important to keep your youth healthy and abundant!”

The blonde ninja sighed. “My youth is perfectly abundant… I think?”

The group chuckled a bit. All of them removed their shoes and sprawled out on any and all furniture in the boy’s tiny apartment. Lee kicked his feet with a smile as he lay on his stomach to feed Akamaru little crackers, with Choji attempting to swipe them from him.

“Let’s play a game!” Kiba chirped.

“A game? What kind of game?” Neji inquired, eyes closed as Shikamaru carefully untangled his messy hair

“Oooh, how about truth or dare?” Choji asked with a Cheshire grin.

“What are we, twelve?” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Fine then, Shikamaru. We can-“

“Wait!”

All eyes turned to the blonde, causing him to blink rapidly a few times. “I-I want to play. I’ve never… uh.”

The boys looked upon him with confusion.

“You’ve never played truth or dare before?” Shino asked in disbelief.

Naruto stared back at them as if they were all morons, lifting his tee shirt to reveal the seal that adorned his stomach.

A collective “ohhh” filled the room.

“So yeah, I think I wanna play.”

“Sure, man!” Kiba cheered. “Everyone come sit in a circle!”

All of the shinobi obey and are soon sat criss-crossed in a circle. Eyes dart around the group as they try to decide who will ask first.

Shikamaru finally sighed and spoke up. “Choji, you asked to play. You first.”

“Alright! Hmmm…” the red-haired boy looked around. He locked eyes with… “Neji, truth or dare?”

“Mmm, truth,” the Hyuga replied.

“Booooring- okay, fine. Do you have a crush on any of the girls?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it with a scoff. “O-Of course not. That’s-“

“Why the stutter, pretty boy?” Kiba teased.

“Yeah, Neji. You lie like a rug,” Shikamaru quipped as he squeezed the latter’s shoulders.

“Alright fine!” he cleared his throat. “I will say that… erm… I find Tenten to be rather alluring.”

A chorus of “ohhhh!”s filled the tiny apartment as they all chuckled and teased the Byakugan user.

“Ooooh! I must tell Guy-Sensei, he would be-“

“One word out of you, and I will sew your lips shut!”

“Rude!”

“Don’t cross me, Lee!”

Amidst the chaos between the two teammates, the game continued. Kiba had to stand on his hands for a minute, Shino revealed a secret love for literature, Sai ate a spoonful of fridge jungle juice, aka whatever condiments they could find mixed with milk; and Shikamaru revealed a slight crush on Temari.

Finally it was Naruto’s turn.

“Alright, Naruto. Truth or dare?”

Oh man, tough choice…

“Mmm, truth! I pick truth!”

“Okay, uhh… let’s see.” A sudden flash of malice appeared in Shikamaru’s eyes. “Where are you most ticklish?”

Just like earlier, all eyes fell onto him. He shifted nervously as he tried to think of an answer.

“I- um… w-well, that’s- uh…”

“You can tell us. We won’t use it against you or anything,” the shadow user replied with a patient, but curious, smile.

“Well… I actually don’t… know?”

They stared at him, bug-eyed. Was he serious? There’s no way that he didn’t know… How could he not?

Realization appeared across the Nara’s features. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

“I-I didn’t say that-“

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“I- um…” A pink hue appeared on the boy’s ears. “I mean other than this one time that Pervy Sage did…”

“Alright, come here.” Shikamaru patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s find out.”

Was this guy serious?! Why so bold?? Should he just accept the-

“If you don’t come over, I’m gonna have to have Kiba take matters into his own hands, then we learn the hard way.”

Naruto’s eyes darted over to Kiba, who was already staring back at him with a menacing smile.

“Nopenopenopenope-“ The blonde ran from the circle, dodging around furniture, and eventually getting stuck in a corner.

“Come on, Naruto. Don’t make me do this the hard way. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just come to me.”

“Waaaaah! I want to but- NGH-“ In an instant the boy fell paralyzed, his arms holding themselves above his head. “Oh you bi- HYEAHA!”

Kiba smiled as he tweaked at the blonde’s hips. “Ohh, he’s ticklish alright!”

“Kihihibahaha! Wahahahait!” The jinchuriki whined.

“No wait! I’m curious! Let’s try here, I bet you’re ticklish here!” He mused as he skittered his fingers over Naruto’s stomach

“NYEAHAHA! KIHIHI-KIHIHIBAHAHA! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

“Hold on? But you’re so ticklish here! Is it because of your mark?” The brunette chirped.

“IHIHIHI THIHIHIHINK SOHOHOHO! BUHUHUT- AGH! KIHIHIBAHAHA!! NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!”

The fanged boy’s eyes lit up as he had just snuck his hand under the blonde’s shirt to squeeze at his stomach. “Ohoho! It is the mark! Awww! That’s so cute!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! KIHIHIBAHAHA!”

“Are you sure? Maaan some kind of endurance you have. What kind of ninja are you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“We gotta tell master Jiraiya about this, maybe he can help you.”

The teasing and the tickles in his worst spot were far too much… “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU MAHAHADE YOHOHOUR POHOHOHOINT! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT!”

The Inuzuka boy smiled as he moved to gently scratch under Naruto’s arms. “Oh man, that is like so freaking cool. I never knew that your mark could affect you so much!”

The blonde closed his eyes and laughed helplessly, feeling vulnerable in front of the group, while also feeling the safest that he has in a while. “Kihihibahaha, stahahap teheheasihihing.”

Neji, being as perceptive as he is, noticed a small detail… “Ah… I forgot you too can feel what he’s feeling.”

The Nara boy was standing completely still, limbs vibrating as he bit his lip. “N-Nothing wo-worth mENtionihihihing.”

“Oye, Kiba! Don’t move spots, looks like we found Shikamaru’s tickle spot too.” Choji chimed as he looked upon his teammate evilly.

Welp… someone had to make the sacrifice. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting retaliation from it.

Let’s just hope he has more stamina than Naruto did…

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[fluffyweeby]

Watch out for some mild Naruto shippuden spoilers!!

[crosspunzel]

[kyuala]

♡ cast de lsdln como pensamentos intrusivos ♡

totalmente inspirado no hino das lobas brasileiras que adoram fazer uma caridade 🙏🏼 foi difícil achar letras pra eles pois são todos LINDOS QUE ÓDIO e apostei (tentei) mais em cenários menores, mas espero que gostem! 💛 avisos: linguagem adulta, sexo explícito (masturbação fem. e masc., sexo oral fem. e masc., puxão de cabelo, leve humilhação, tapas, asfixia, penetração vaginal, fetiche por tamanho; não interaja se for menor de idade) e num carro em movimento (não façam!), comportamento obsessivo, menção a acidente, espanhol fajuto, agustín pardella como marido de novo pq eu sou apenas uma mulher 💔 não é necessário conhecer a música para ler <3

enzo vogrincic

nem me preocupo com o tempo / eu sou bonita, é rapidinho

"mas já vai gozar, meu amor?" você pergunta, debochada, e ri da carinha de dó do homem sentado entre tuas pernas.

"nena..." enzo suplica num fio de voz, os olhinhos castanhos sempre tão tranquilos agora molhados e quase transbordando em desespero, a boca já se formando num biquinho atípico para o uruguaio. "porfi..."

"diz," você ordena, dissimulada, enquanto acelera o ritmo da mão que masturba rapidamente teu namorado, focando a polpa do dedão na cabecinha roxa, irada de tesão e coberta de pré-gozo - angustiada por algum alívio. "diz pra mim o que tu quer."

"por favor, eu preciso gozar," o homem volta a implorar, todo o seu tamanho reduzido apenas ao desejo de se desfazer em prazer e à humilhação de precisar fazê-lo tão rápido depois de terem começado e ainda na tua mão. os olhos se perdem no teu rosto e na beleza que tanto o enlouquece mas, mesmo que procurassem, não achariam um pingo de conforto agora. "deixa eu gozar pra você, meu amor."

você ri com vontade. "então goza, vai," começa, usando a mão livre para puxar os cabelos de enzo, sabendo que isso o leva à loucura mais do que qualquer outra coisa, e logo sente o líquido quente te melar a mão, escorrendo para sujar o abdômen e a virilha do namorado, "já que você é fraco e não se aguenta perto de mim," finaliza com gosto, se perdendo nos gemidos nada envergonhados que recebe em troca.

agustín pardella

toda noite ajoelha pra louvar a baddie / não gosto de barba mas, se for tu, mec

"diosa..." ouve a voz abafada do teu marido por entre tuas pernas e sente dificuldade em se concentrar no que ele fala entre selinhos molhados na tua intimidade. "divina..."

agustín nunca te decepciona. pelo contrário; parece sempre ter uma missão de se superar, te surpreender com o quão devoto ele é a você, ao teu corpo, ao teu prazer. já perdeu a conta de quantas noites passou com ele te levando às alturas apenas com a língua e, nessa em específico, de quantas vezes já chegou a elas e voltou.

"agustín..." você choraminga num sussurro, esgotada demais pelo prazer e ao mesmo tempo ainda sedenta por mais, puxando os cabelos do homem e mantendo-o no lugar.

"shhh..." ele te acalma, depositando selares molhadinhos e lambendo a pele maltratadinha da parte interna das tuas coxas por onde a barba já grandinha passou, roçando e queimando tudo; nunca gostou da sensação, mas depois de agustín e da forma como ele te cuida depois, agora é apaixonada pela ardência. "deixa eu te adorar, mi reina."

matías recalt

um garoto estranho à beça pra andar do lado / o meu tesão aumenta muito se ele for otaku / um que corre igual naruto, levantando o braço / um que minha tia fala: vai sumir, 'tá magro

você jura que não sabe qual é a tua.

estava sentada no sofá da sala, tranquilamente mexendo no celular enquanto o namorado assistia a algum episódio de anime que você não se importou muito em acompanhar. o foda foi quando o ouviu gritar com a tv, criticando duramente a decisão de algum personagem que ele tinha julgado como um "boludo, sabe fazer porra nenhuma direito!", e atraiu tua atenção para si. tinha então começado a notar como ele fica ainda mais lindo quando está concentrado nas animações, tão investido, sério, calado uma vez na vida - te deu até arrepios e tem certeza que foram os do tipo sexual.

é por isso que se encontra assim agora, ajoelhada entre as pernas do namorado no chão frio do apartamento, engolindo o pau dele com gosto, de boca cheia, e arranhando as coxas magrinhas de tanto tesão que te transborda.

"caralho, amor," matías suspira com as sobrancelhas franzidinhas, a mão que segura teu cabelo pesando sobre tua cabeça para te empurrar ainda mais o membro teso goela abaixo. "se eu soubesse que o kakashi te deixava safada assim eu tinha ligado a tv antes."

você acerta um tapa na perna do namorado, o amaldiçoando apenas mentalmente, já que a boca continua ocupada; ele não te dá um segundo de paz.

ouve a risada debochada acima de você e revira os olhos, apesar de agradecer mentalmente pela informação, quando ele completa: "não bate não que eu gosto."

esteban kukuriczka

ele ama se eu danço pra ele / fica nervoso falando comigo

você desce do palco onde acabou de finalizar teu show, cobrindo tua figura trajada só de calcinha com um roupão oferecido pelo segurança postado fielmente ao lado da escada e seguindo em direção ao homem alto, loiro e claramente tímido cujo amigo acabou de te contratar para um show particular. nem se importou muito em lembrar o nome do rapaz falante - algo como fernando ou francisco - ou dar muita atenção aos seus flertes rápidos, focando teus olhos no alvo que vai devorar hoje.

"qual seu nome, meu bem?" você pergunta ao se aproximar, estendendo a mão para lhe fazer um carinho nas mechas claras. tem certeza que, se abaixasse os dedos para o peito alheio e checasse, encontraria um pulso mais forte e mais acelerado que a batida da música que acompanha a próxima garota em sua performance; a visão dos teus seios tão próxima do rosto do rapaz com certeza não ajuda e você acha fofo.

"eh... es-esteban," o homem gagueja, te arrancando um sorrisinho, e parece lutar muito para não derreter com teu toque.

"já recebeu uma dança particular antes, es-esteban?" você caçoa, certa de que ele não faria nada; muito pelo contrário, se sentiria intimidado e, nesse ramo, você sabe que quanto mais intimidado um homem, melhor - pode se sentir mais segura e ainda arrancar mais dinheiro dele ao longo da noite. o cliente apenas sinaliza que não com a cabeça, a boca tão cerrada que você realmente acreditaria que um gato comeu a língua dele. "fico feliz de ser sua primeira, então," você se senta em seu colo, de costas, e encaixa as mãos grandes do rapaz na tua cintura, se surpreendendo com o quanto ele já está duro por baixo da calça social.

"obrigado," esteban sussurra, inalando profundamente teu perfume, e, de repente, você percebe que talvez esta não seja só a primeira vez dele recebendo uma dança particular.

é. definitivamente vai brincar com o coração desse homem hoje.

fran romero

touro, sempre que eu acordo, faço omelete / ele me chama de docinho, ele me diverte

você perambula pela cozinha, juntando temperos, ovos e outros complementos pro café da manhã que resolveu fazer de surpresa para o namorado. o cheiro dos omeletes logo toma conta da cozinha e você já sabe que ele é o culpado por estragar tua surpresa quando ouve a voz do namorado se aproximar pelo corredor.

"querida, cheguei!" fran cantarola tão alto que você não consegue evitar a risada.

"shhh! vai acordar os vizinhos!" você reclama, fingindo preocupação, e sente os braços do rapaz circularem tua cintura por trás, te fazendo um carinho por cima da camisa que roubou dele pela manhã e sussurrando um ah, é? vou acordar, é? com o sossego de quem não está nem aí. "e outra, você nem chegou. já 'tava em casa, só veio pra cozinha agora porque é um morto de fome. tinha que ser de touro..."

"eu 'tô com bastante fome mesmo..." fran concorda baixinho, depositando beijinhos no teu pescoço que te dão a certeza do duplo sentido que as palavras do rapaz carregam. "¿y vos, meu docinho? ¿quieres venir también?"

felipe otaño

uber 15 min' pra casa, mas ele quer no caminho / fica olhando pra estrada que a gente passa batido / só toma cuidado pra não me afogar com os seus filhos

conhecendo o namorado, sabe que felipe não deve ter parado de se parabenizar mentalmente até agora. foi ideia dele irem de carro até a festa, passou a noite inteira sem beber uma gota de álcool e fez questão de chamar uber para todos os amigos que lhe pediam carona; tudo isso para ficar sozinho com você, para te ter exatamente assim nesse momento.

"relaxa que eu 'tô de olho na estrada, princesa," pipe te assegura, passando a mão no teu cabelo e tentando se concentrar na visão à frente e não na de baixo, onde você alterna entre chupar deliciosamente a cabecinha do pau do argentino e engolir o membro o mais fundo que consegue na posição desconfortável, se estendendo do banco do passageiro até o colo dele. "a gente vai passar batido pelo posto da pm."

"não é disso que eu 'tô com medo," você para de sugá-lo para rebater, divertida. "você vai é me afogar se gozar tão fundo assim na minha garganta."

pipe ri, a mão que não guia o volante se dirigindo livremente ao teu queixo, por onde ele puxa teu rosto para deixar um selinho amoroso no biquinho formado nos lábios. "pode deixar então que chegando em casa eu te dou nossos filhos onde você quiser."

simón hempe

se me chamar de mami e for malcriado / te deito na cama e te bato / se disser que me ama e ir buscar outra / só toma cuidado, eu te mato

sente a gota de suor te molhando ainda mais no caminho que percorre pela tua espinha, escorrendo da nuca até o final das costas. sente tuas coxas arderem já de tanto tempo cavalgando no moreno, mas sabe que não pode aliviar agora; tem uma missão a cumprir e um ponto a provar.

"tudo isso é ciúmes, mami?" simón ri, te provocando com um sorriso convencido e um aperto sacana na bunda. "tua buceta é gostosinha também, eu ia voltar pra te comer depois."

você acerta um tapa estalado na bochecha do rapaz, descontando toda a tua raiva, e aproveita o momento de surpresa para acelerar o ritmo e sentar com força. não perde a oportunidade de admirar a boca que te dá tanto tesão e tanto estresse se formando num O perfeito de prazer.

"isso é pra aprender a não falar que me ama e depois ir atrás de outra," você o adverte, tentando disfarçar a voz ofegante quando leva as duas mãos ao pescoço do argentino, apertando no ponto certinho para lhe tirar a quantidade ideal de oxigênio. sabe pelo sorriso persistente no rosto dele - e pelas outras experiências de vocês - que ele está curtindo até demais, então ri junto, sarcástica e ácida, antes de completar a ameaça: "cuidado que da próxima eu te mato."

santi vaca narvaja

ele faz tudo por mim, então ele merece / ele é obcecado por essa mulher

sabe que as irides claras te fitam desde o momento em que entrou no quarto. agora, sentada na cama, sente-as queimando tua pele desde o outro lado do muro que separa as propriedades, desde trás dos vidros das janelas que espelham seus respectivos cômodos: o teu quarto e o de santiago, o vizinho loirinho com quem cresceu, a quem conhece desde que eram crianças.

sempre soube da quedinha do rapaz, mas só a percebeu se intensificar nos últimos anos, quando o contato de santi com outras pessoas diminuía ao passo que ele se aproximava de você e o número de pretendentes teus que se afastavam sem explicação aumentava. fora todas as vezes que pessoas que te machucavam surgiam com hematomas e olhos inchados pelas ruas da cidade, ou todas as vezes que você instalava cortinas no quarto para acordar no meio da noite sem a proteção delas e com a janela completamente escancarada, ou até as vezes que comentava que estava precisando de algo e no dia seguinte encontrava o presente perfeitamente embrulhado em cima da cama.

hoje, porém, foi a gota d'água para tua cegueira. havia comentado com apenas uma pessoa o quanto estava chateada pela nota baixa que havia recebido em um trabalho da faculdade; em menos de 24h, recebeu a notícia de que o professor responsável pela matéria havia se envolvido num acidente de trânsito, o colocando no hospital e atrasando as aulas de maneira que, com toda a certeza, ofereceria aos alunos trabalhos de reposição e mais oportunidades de aumentarem suas notas. suas desconfianças sobre o culpado foram confirmadas assim que virou a esquina da rua de casa, se deparando com o carro de santi, geralmente muito bem cuidado e guardado dentro da garagem, exposto na rua, exibindo uma frente completamente amassada.

agora você seca as lágrimas do teu rosto, finalmente levantando a mirada para encontrar os olhinhos azuis que te filmam - sempre, incansavelmente - de volta com curiosidade, anseio, antecipação. agora você sabe que ele te ama de verdade.

levanta a bainha do vestido florido que te cobre, revelando a calcinha de renda que usa por baixo - já muito bem conhecida por santiago - e leva a mão hesitantemente ao tecido, puxando-o para o lado e revelando tua intimidade úmida quando percebe o rapaz acenar desesperadamente com a cabeça, te incentivando a continuar com os olhinhos azuis vidrificados, fixados em você.

o vê puxar o membro já completamente duro de dentro da calça na hora em que você afunda dois dedinhos na tua entradinha, completamente em sincronia e vidrados um no outro, e nem mesmo a distância das janelas te impede de ouvir o gemido que soltam em uníssono.

agustín della corte

ou um bem grande e forte, L444 / eu não ligo pra aparência, só pra energia / quero um bofe agradecido por entrar na minha

"mais rápido, amor," você geme, arrastando o final da frase de tanto desejo sobrecarregando teu cérebro, as estocadas que recebe sentada na bancada da cozinha completamente nublando teus pensamentos. "mais forte."

"mais forte?" teu namorado confirma, já sem fôlego, "é?"

você só balança a cabeça em sinal positivo, incapaz de dar mais de algumas palavras a ele por vez, quando é acordada das profundezas do teu prazer de repente, se assustando quando agustín te pega no colo. ele apoia todo o teu peso sobre as próprias pernas e te segura pelas dobras dos joelhos, completamente em pé, tirando vantagem da nova posição para acelerar as investidas que dá com os quadris contra os teus.

"agustín!" você ri, não sabe se mais por diversão ou por incredulidade, e acaba deixando mais um gemido escapar junto. "muito obrigada por fazer academia, viu?"

agustín ri de volta, aumentando ainda mais o teu tesão quando responde: "eu que te agradeço por ser meu treininho particular, vida."

rafael federman

ele fica inseguro com homens bonitos / mas eu só quero dar pra ele / o outro é bonito, mas é meu amigo / vida, vem matar minha sede

pensaria que consegue sentir o corpo do rapaz à tua frente se tremendo inteirinho se não estivesse tão distraída com a música alta vinda de fora do banheiro e anestesiada pelas bebidas que consumiu mais cedo.

"achei que você fosse ficar com o seu namorado," rafa confessa baixinho e você ri soprado contra o pescoço dele, não parando de deixar beijinhos ali, achando graça da honestidade e insegurança do argentino.

sinceramente? fofo. exatamente o tipo de homem que você adora devorar.

"ele é só meu amigo," você responde, "além do mais, tu é muito mais bonito," levanta a camisa do rapaz e joga por cima da parede divisória da cabine onde estão espremidos, bebendo vorazmente a imagem do torso nu de cima a baixo com os olhos, "e gostoso."

rafael cora e você entende como a deixa para dar o bote.

"vem matar minha sede, vem," você pede com a voz mais baixa, como se fosse um segredinho entre vocês, as mãos puxando o cinto do rapaz tentadoramente, e rafael agradece por ainda conseguir te ouvir por cima da música alta, "eu ando sedenta por leite de homem."

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Mas q porra é o tumblr~

Uma tentativa de guia de uma br q usa saporra desde os 14.

Como pode imaginar aqui é bem espaço de gringo mas q se dane isso meu bem se tu persistir vai da certo confia.

Seguinte

Primeiro passo: mude seu ícone.

Tá vendo essas porrinha? Provavelmente são seu ícone se vc n mudou eles ainda

Aqui temos uma mania de bloquear seguidores com esses ícones pq geralmente são bots q querer fingir ser humanos pra manter link pra site pirata/porno/q rouba seu cartão de crédito, eles fazem isso tendo seguidores q engana os bots do tumbrl temporariamente. Ent é melhor mudar se pode fazer isso(no cell) assim :

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2. Ache povo pra segui: pra esse site funcionar como uma benção tu precisa começar a achar povo pra seguir

Dica: Q VC GOSTE DO Q ELES FAZEM, pelo amor do krl não vai se meter num ninho de cobra e achar q não tem escapatória pq aqui a regra é "se não gosta não siga, não leia, não interaja, continue rodando pra baixo e vá ser feliz", se alguém te bloqueou? Nada pessoal, genuinamente isso é comum por aqui eu já bloqueio povo pq tem uns q fala q gosta de X do que Y e eu não concordava, a pessoa n sabe e eu continuo minha visa sem dor de cabeça(e ja trombei em blog q me bloqueou sim, morro de curiosidade? Tb mas bola pra frente q qm remoe o passado é velho mal amado)

Mas como q faz isso? Vc vai achar um icone de lupa bem embaixo da sua tela no celular, ela vai te levar pra cá:

Ali vc vai escrever geralmente uma ou duas palavras chaves, q chaves seriam essas? Pois bem, fandoms, estéticas, nomes e sobrenomes. Eu ando mais pelo lado de desenho e animação portando o exemplo q eu vou dar é vc escrever "Undertale", ou pro povo de rpg "ordem paranormal" sem os aspas(""), aí vc vai achar o povo q posta sobre isso e vc escolhe qm segue.

3. O q krls são tags? Resumo da opera: são o q permite vc achar os posts na lupinha de pesquisa, são esses # cinza no fim dos posts

Aqui no tumbrl as 20 primeiras tags são importantes pra vc colocar seu post no mundo, sem elas n tem como facilmente acha-lo, mas tb temos uma cultura de falar nelas, o q, qualquer bosta, seja meta comentário do próprio posto ou responder reblogs, pq tags n carregam de um post para o outro sem a outra pessoa propositadamente colocá-las novamente .

Ent quer dizer q eu tenho q colocar um bando de tag pro povo me achar? NÃO, se vc fizer um post de undertale e mete nele as tags de dragon ball e naruto só pq vc quer mais atenção vc vai tomar bloqueio E ser denunciado por spam de tags, aqui é pra relaxar e crescer DEVAGAR, o povo vai gosta de vc só tenha paciência, spam de tags é infuriante e inútil pq vai mais afastar pessoas de vc to q conquista-las. Aqui não é instagram.

4. Ok troquei meu ícone e segui povo, e agora? Agora vc vai se aventurar nas configurações, mas pq? Isso é pq o tumblr permite vc customização sua experiência de diversas formas, dentre sua primeira aba ser somente feita de posts de pessoas q vc segue, de ocultar seus gostei e lista de qm vc segue, para retirar posts recomendados pelo algoritmo etc.

Foque em "acount settings" e "visibility"

No primeiro se atente nessas opções

E no segundo essas:

Eu confio q vc saiba ler/ouvir e usar o tradutor pra configurar de acordo com a sua preferência as opções q ele te dá.

Caso vc n ligue pra nada disso e tá gostando de como ele tá nessa forma base ent pula essa etapa mas pelo menos vc já sabe se quiser mudar tem como ;)

5. Blz, fiz tudo isso, agora posso ir embora? Calma, tamo terminando só falta as últimas dicas.

Primeira dica: a subcultura mais forte no tumblr são fandoms, se vc quer crescer te aconselho a fazer seja fanfic ou fanarte, coisas originais são difíceis de vingar aqui sem muitos, MUITOS, seguidores. Ou interagir em tudo, nós artistas somo tudo esfomeado por comentários e elogios, tá escaço aqui disso e nois br somo um povo bem amigável e meu bem é só falar um "q lindo" nas minhas criações q eu já tô chorando de felicidade

Segunda: Reblog. Sabe o retweet e o quote do Twitter? É. Aqui é reblog, e ambos dão visibilidade pro blog q criou o post original, vc pode comentar tanto no reblog quanto em suas tags q é tudo bem vindo aqui.

Terceira: vc é dono de si, aqui qm cria sua experiência é vc, siga blogs q só reblogam, siga blogs q postem arte, fanart, fic, ocs, se aventure para ter uma experiência vasta. Devagar vc vai pegando a manhã do site, e qm sabe se com um pouco de persistência uma comunidade q fale br mais do q inglês, pq queira ou n a maioria aqui e gringo mas vc pode mudar isso ;)

Crie 30 subblogs se quiser cada um com.um tema diferente, só viva de um blog, poste arte, aconselho a não postar foto sua pq aqui anonimidade é o q mais atrae pessoas e o q me atraiu pra cá em primeiro lugar, se divirta, use tradutor, use extensões, fuçe em TUDO. E no fim do dia o q era mais amedrontador vai parecer instinto

Bem vindo ao tumblr, eu amo seus cadarços e euprometo q não é tão assustador assim,vc só tem q aprender a sujar as mãos um pouco ;)

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Day 19 - Secret

Summary: Orochimaru thinks Kabuto is hiding a secret from him, resorting to an interesting method to get one out of the poor boy.

Lee: Kabuto

Ler: Orochimaru

A/N: This one is for @mari2akary , thank you so much for this request!! I adore this duo 🤭 Hope you enjoy!

The dimly lit laboratory was silent, the occasional drip of a potion cooling on the counter. Kabuto adjusted his glasses, quietly working through a stack of reports, the meticulous kind of work that he found oddly satisfying. It felt eerie that the air was so still, but this should've been a warning sign for the boy.

A shadow loomed over him, and before Kabuto could even look up, he heard a voice, smooth and serpentine.

“Kabuto…” Orochimaru’s low, drawling voice sent a shiver down Kabuto’s spine.

“Yes, Lord Orochimaru?” he responded, not looking away from his notes.

“I believe you’re hiding something from me,” Orochimaru said softly, circling behind Kabuto like a predator toying with its prey. His golden, slit-pupiled eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Kabuto’s hands stilled. “I assure you, I’m not,” he answered carefully, though he knew from experience that denying anything rarely helped when Orochimaru was in this kind of mood.

Orochimaru chuckled, an eerie sound that slithered through the air. “Mmm, you say that… but I wonder.” He leaned in close, so close that Kabuto could feel the cold brush of his breath by his ear. “If you aren’t keeping secrets… you won’t mind if I verify that for myself.”

Kabuto tensed, but before he could react, Orochimaru’s hands darted, targeting the hollows of his underarms.

“W-wait, whahaha- what are you-” Kabuto started, but his words broke off into a startled gasp as Orochimaru’s fingers began to dance along his sides.

“Ticklish, Kabuto?” Orochimaru’s voice was a mixture of amusement and menace, a teasing tone that made the situation all the more maddening.

“S-stohohohop—! Lord Orochimaru, thihihis is ridiculous- nahahaha!” Kabuto squirmed in his chair, throwing his head back, then forward to suppress any further laughter.

“Oh? Now I know you’re hiding something,” Orochimaru purred, trailing his long, pale fingers over Kabuto’s ribs in slow, deliberate strokes. “People only laugh like this when they’ve got a secret.”

“Hahaha—It’s not—there’s no secret!!” Kabuto twisted, trying to slip away, but Orochimaru’s grip was unyielding, fingers gliding to the sensitive spots just beneath his ribs.

“Are you sure?” Orochimaru cooed, his eyes glittering with mischief. His hands moved to Kabuto’s stomach now, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent the silver-haired medic into helpless fits.

“NAHAHAHA!! Ahhh ahahaha - Lord Orochimaru, please!” Kabuto gasped, his usual composure shattered as he writhed beneath the older man’s touch.

But Orochimaru only smiled, tilting his head like a snake inspecting prey. “You know how much I dislike dishonesty, Kabuto. If you confess now, I might show mercy.”

“I SWEHEHEHEAR!! Ahahaha- there’s nothing! No sehehehecret!” Kabuto howled, trying desperately to shield his sides from Orochimaru’s relentless fingers. But Orochimaru was too quick, effortlessly pinning Kabuto’s wrists with one hand while the other continued its ticklish assault.

“Then why are you laughing so much?” Orochimaru whispered, as if the tickling were a dark interrogation method. He traced his fingers down Kabuto’s waist in feather-light strokes, eliciting another burst of laughter.

“BEHEHECAUSE—hahaha—it tickles!” Kabuto nearly shrieked, "SIHIHIR PLEHEHEAHAHAH!"

Orochimaru chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “If you’re not hiding anything… perhaps I’ll just keep this up until you remember what you’ve forgotten.”

“NO—hahaha—PLEASE! I’m not—Hahaha!—I SWEHEHEAR!”

Finally, Orochimaru slowed his attack, though his smirk never left. He leaned in close again, golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful,” he whispered, releasing Kabuto’s wrists.

Panting, Kabuto slumped forward, adjusting his glasses with shaky hands as he tried to catch his breath.

Orochimaru gave a low, satisfied hum. “But if I discover you are hiding something...” His voice trailed off, leaving the implied threat hanging in the air.

Kabuto swallowed hard, brushing down his clothes with what little dignity he had left. “There’s no secret, Lord Orochimaru.”

“Of course,” Orochimaru murmured, though his smile suggested otherwise. He trailed his fingers across Kabuto’s shoulder one last time, as if to remind him that next time, mercy might not come so easily. “I’ll see you later, Kabuto.”

As Orochimaru glided out of the room, Kabuto exhaled slowly, his pulse still racing.

Next time, he thought grimly, he’d make sure Orochimaru never got the chance to tickle him again—assuming there was even a way to stop him.

[blushy-tigerrr]

Hello, I just found your stories and I really liked them. I was wondering if it would be possible for them to write a tickling fic with Kabuto and Orochimaru? I know it's an unusual request but there are almost no tickle fics from them, and frankly every time I watch the anime it seems to me that Orochimaru is like an older brother to Kabuto.

UGH i hate how long this took to write, but i have been craaazy busy!! i appreicate your patience with this, and i hope you enjoy it!!

Endurance Training

Fandom: Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

Summary: Kabuto feels defeated after a failed mission. Orochimaru quickly finds a way to bring his spirits up.

Content Warning: like,, one curse word

Word Count: 1.2k

“Damn it…” Kabuto mumbled to himself, putting his head in his hands. He had arrived back at the Village Hidden in the Sound after yet another failed attempt at capturing Sasuke. He had gotten so close only to be foiled by Kakashi and forced to leave. Otherwise, he would have been arrested or killed. Kabuto sat down in the grass outside of the stronghold, staring up at the mass of leaves from the trees above him. He took a breath, trying to work up some courage to admit to Lord Orochimaru that this mission was another failure. He hated this feeling. He hated feeling like he was a disappointment to the person he admired so deeply. However, he had to admit to it eventually, and sooner was better than later.

Sighing deeply, Kabuto stood up and entered the stronghold. He walked as slowly as possible towards the room where Orochimaru would likely be. He couldn’t help but feel anxious. The worry about how Orochimaru would react was… Kabuto shook his head. He couldn’t think like that right now. Maybe it will be okay. Maybe. Kabuto softly knocked on the doorframe outside of Orochimaru’s office.

“Come in, Kabuto.” Orochimaru’s voice almost sang in response, shooting more nerves into Kabuto’s body. He took a breath and opened the door. The sight that greeted him when he entered was Orochimaru sitting at his desk, his back facing Kabuto. “Good to see you back safe and sound.”

Kabuto swallowed his nerves and nodded. “Yes, my lord. Happy to have made it back.” Orochimaru’s brow furrowed, sensing the tension in Kabuto’s voice. He turned around in his chair to face his friend, the confused expression staying on his face.

“Did everything go according to plan?” Orochimaru asked gently. Kabuto inhaled sharply, looking down at the floor.

“Well… not exactly.” He whispered in response. Orochimaru stared at him, rising from his seat. Kabuto’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on the floor below him. Orochimaru walked very slowly towards him, planting himself just a foot in front of the gray haired man. One of his eyebrows was raised, and his hands were clasped loosely behind his back.

“Not exactly, huh? What happened?” Kabuto forced himself to look Orochimaru in the eyes, nervous as he was. He couldn’t tell how Orochimaru was feeling just by looking at him. Maybe that meant he wouldn’t be as mad as Kabuto expected.

“Well… my lord, I came so close. So close to Sasuke. He was incapacitated, it should have been so easy, but…” Kabuto took a breath to calm himself down. “I failed. Kakashi arrived just as I was preparing to take Sasuke. We engaged in battle, but I was underprepared. I had to flee, or else I’d have been arrested… or killed.” Kabuto paused for a moment, waiting for a reaction only to be met with silence. The gray haired man stared back down at the floor, the shame returning to his mind. “I… I’m so sorry.”

Orochimaru chuckled softly, placing a hand on Kabuto’s shoulder. “That explains why you’re so on edge. It’s alright, Kabuto. We can always try again another day.” Kabuto’s head turned upward to face Orochimaru, an expression of confusion in his eyes. “I see… Were you expecting me to be angry with you?” Kabuto sighed, nodding hesitantly. “Capturing Sasuke is not something that’s going to happen perfectly right away. Why would I be mad at you for someone else getting in your way?”

Kabuto nodded, feeling all of the fear he was feeling previously leave his mind. “You’re right. I’m sorry for jumping to such a conclusion, my lord.” Orochimaru smiled slightly, giving Kabuto’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Kabuto felt himself flinch involuntarily as he took in a sharp breath. Orochimaru tilted his head in confusion, keeping his hand on Kabuto’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong? That didn’t hurt, did it?” Orochimaru asked gently. Kabuto shook his head, facing away from Orochimaru as to not draw attention to his face.

“No, no. It didn’t hurt.” Kabuto spoke softly, trying to piece together words to explain what he had felt. He didn’t have much time to think before he felt fingernails tracing gently at the base of his neck. Kabuto pressed his lips together, holding his breath to keep himself from laughing. “My lord… w-what are you d-doing?” Orochimaru began to smile, realizing exactly what was happening.

“Kabuto… have you ever been tickled before?” Kabuto’s face turned red. That’s what this was? Tickling? Kabuto had just been convinced that he could never be ticklish. It was such a childish thing. He could never be weak to something like that.

“N-no, I haAHahahaven’t!” The laughs began to spill out of Kabuto’s mouth before he had a chance to think. Orochimaru’s fingers had crept into Kabuto’s armpits, scratching very lightly in the sensitive spot. Kabuto twisted around in his grasp, trying desperately to keep hsi reactions understated. “Whahay are you dohoing this to mehe?”

“It’s training, Kabuto. Endurance training. We can’t have you be this sensitive as a ninja! It’s a weakness we can’t risk the enemy finding out about.” Orochimaru lied through his grin, moving his fingers to the inside of his forearm. An unusual spot, yes, but he had a feeling… “I have to get this ticklishness out of you somehow.”

As Orochimaru scratched at the soft skin on the inside of his forearm, Kabuto’s laughter picked up, both in volume and in pitch. Orochimaru smiled in satisfaction, gingerly holding his friend’s wrist in one hand while continuing to trace up and down the inside of his arm. “Plehehease stohohop! I can’t tahahake it!” Kabuto’s eyes were squeezed shut as he continued to laugh loudly. The lightness of the touch made it much more unbearable for him, and unfortunately, Orochimaru could tell that was the case. His long nails suddenly moved to scratch ever so gently at Kabuto’s ribs, causing the shorter man to switch from giggles to full on laughter. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Kabuto just about folded in half to try and get away from Orochimaru’s hands.

“Why not? Is it too ticklish?” Orochimaru asking that question so matter of factly made Kabuto’s face flush even deeper red than before. Unable to say anything through his cackling, Kabuto simply nodded in response. He continued to squirm in Orochimaru’s grasp, not even trying to form sentences anymore. Even though they both knew this wasn’t actually for training purposes, the two men couldn’t deny the fact that they were both having quite a bit of fun with this. It was rare that they ever had affectionate moments like this, but having one now felt nice.

“P-PLEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Kabuto’s loud laughter shook Orochimaru from his thoughts. His hands were still curling in on Kabuto’s ribs which proved to be an extremely sensitive spot.

“Ohokay, okay. I guess that’s enough for today.” Orochimaru conceded, pulling his hands away from Kabuto. The shorter man gasped for air and wrapped his arms around himself, the same giddy smile still plastered on his face. “I don’t want to burn you out too quickly, but trust me, we will definitely be continuing this… endurance training.” Orochimaru’s smirk struck fear into Kabuto’s heart, but it wasn’t actual fear. It was… something different. Fear, yes, but mixed with… excitement.

[sleepysheepytea]

hello

giggly gaara

that is all

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 13: 𝓢𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴

Alright 3 more and I’ll be halfway done.

I can dooooo thisssssss

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily @sleepysheepytea (another naruto one!!)

—Ngl this do have tickles under the cut—

While Neji was glad that he was fitting into his team, the… over-enthusiasm from his bushy-browed teammate was proving to be a bit much. He has a great fondness for his cohorts, and he wouldn’t trade them for the world, but sometimes Lee was just too much to handle.

So when Neji tried to have an… important conversation, he wasn’t quite expecting the Taijutsu user to get the jump on him.

The long-haired male was having a calm conversation with his other teammate, a burning question on his mind.

He had to get it out before their Sensei returned, or before Lee made an appearance. As soon as he opened his mouth, a pebble hit the back of his head. “Ow. what the-“

Another stone tried to collide with his head, but instead was caught effortlessly and ground to dust between the Hyuga’s fingers.

A menacing giggle was heard from a nearby bush. “Dammit, Lee! I’m trying to have an important conversation here!” He turned back to Tenten, “Sorry about that, what I wanted to ask was-“

A sudden battle cry turned both of their heads to the left. A joyful Rock Lee was speeding toward them, a smile of menace on his face. Neji grabbed Tenten by her shoulders and jumped to the side. The taijutsu user skidded to a halt as Neji cleared his throat and removed his hands. “Sorry.”

Tenten giggled. “You two are too funny. So, what did you need?”

“Perhaps you could meet up with me at another time? It seems that a certain someone won’t let me have any kind of decent conversation without butting in.” he accentuated his words through grit teeth. “It’s nothing to be worried about, just something I figured I should ask about.”

“Oh! Sure thing. Let’s meet back here later.”

‘Later’ Lee thought, ‘but when is later?’ 

As the girl left, Rock Lee drew little shapes into the dirt below him, having just previously found a stick. A shadow was cast upon him. Looking up, he smiled. “Oh Hello, Neji!”

“Lee… care to tell me what that was for?” If looks could kill, Lee would’ve been six feet under by now.

“I was just simply engaging with you two in fun, youthful activities!”

“I was hoping to have an important conversation with her,” the Hyuga hissed.

“What kind of conversation?”

Neji stiffened, “N-None of your concern.”

“Ohhh come on, tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!” With every plead for information, the taijutsu user poked at his teammate’s sides.

“H-Hey! Lee! St-stohohop that-“

“Ohoho! Was that laughter I’ve just heard from you, Neji?”

The Hyuga’s eyes widened a bit. “Whatever you’re planning, don’t you dare. I will not be embarrassed by you twice in one d-ahahay. Lehehehee!”

Neji was interrupted by Rock Lee pinching his sides quickly. Every pinch would lead the long-haired male to squirm to one side, only to be met with another pinch on that same side.

“Lehehehee!”

“Yes?”

“Dohohont dohoho thihihis!”

“There is nothing wrong with the youthful glow of laughter, dear teammate! I’m simply helping you to enjoy your youth!”

“Ihihihits Nohohohot hehehehelpihihing,” Neji grabbed at his teammate’s wrists, only for the latter to push right through. The two toppled to the ground, Lee kneeling at the prostrated male’s side.

“For someone whose jutsu relies on his hands, your grip is quite weak.” Lee reported as he skittered his fingers on the Hyuga’s lower back.

“Wohohohould yohohohou stohohohop thahahat?”

Lee beamed as he moved his hands up to Neji’s underarms, going for the kill. “I must get you to laugh freely! Come ooooon, Neji!” The taijutsu user cooed.

“LEHEHEHEE! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIS!”

“Aha! I’ve found it!” he reported as he continued his ticklish assault. “See how much fun you’re having now?”

A blush rose to Neji’s cheeks. “IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT HAHAHVIHIHING- NGH LEHEHEHEE STOHOHOHOP!”

“Are you sure? I know you well, Neji. You have a lot more stamina, and you aren’t even sounding tired yet.”

Damn! Lee read him like a book! Nothing could make this situation any w-

“Am I interrupting something?”

Lee’s head snapped to the right and he locked eyes with Tenten, his smile growing. “Oh hello, Tenten! I was just showing Neji how youthful it is to have a good laugh!”

“TEHEHENTEHEHEN? OKAHAHAHAY LEHEHEHEE! EHEHENOHOHOUGH!”

The tickle attack stopped and Neji laid in the grass, panting with a smile on his face. Tenten appeared above him, offering him a hand.

Neji sheepishly took it, rising to his feet. “Sorry about that.”

“No, don’t be. It was… charming to see that side of you,” she beamed. “I wanted to come back because we never decided on when to meet back up!”

“Oh, right.” Neji cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll just go ahead and ask now… I suppose… um, well-“

He paused to shove Lee’s face away, given that the latter tried to butt into the conversation. With hand over the taijutsu user’s face, Neji sputtered out his question. “W-Would you per-perhaps want to join me on a da- outing sometime?”

The girl’s face flushed as she grinned. “I’d love to.”

As the two locked eyes, Lee cheered behind them, jumping about excitedly.

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[lifad-designer]

Escândalo Íntimo - Naruto

Uma fanfic NaruTsu que pertence a uma amiga, que por sinal vocês deveriam ler! Ela escreve muito bem... Essa foi na época que eu também usava outro user, por isso que estou postando tudo aqui.

Me siga em: @minerva-lefay no Spirit.

[straycalamities]

how did you come up with making Entre? What inspired you?

the onceler LOL and homestuck

okay story time w chase ahem

so actually how i got into tumblr at all is very relevant to the chain of events that led to entre existing. so before here, i was mainly on a...particular art webbed site that was basically a sinking ship circa: 2010 so i forgot how i heard about tumblr? but i joined here at first just to do naruto comm rp. like my only account was a naruto rp account for the first... i dont remember how long

eventually i got curious enough to make a personal account and started being active on that. a bunch of my friendgroup from the other site moved with me and we were just hanging out being naruto nerds. at some point i got into homestuck/learned about the askblog format. i don't remember which came first, but i DID run kibanaru and flutterdash askblogs before the lorax was a blip on my radar

i remember when i was in the homestuck fandom, i was so used to the naruto fandom where like..sure it's huge but i had established myself in a corner of it and it felt very like... it was a community! and in the homestuck fandom i didn't feel like that at all. i felt swept out to sea and it was very lonely tbh aside from the friends id manage to drag with me into it, but i always felt a certain dissatisfaction from my time in it

a friend of mine was the one to show me the lorax and the once-ler. i don't...remember how THEY found him, but they were already very into him before they even came to me about him. and they basically nagged me into watching the movie LMFAO (this was when the movie was still freshly in theaters so all we had was shitty camrips and LiveStream was a thing) so i started to draw smexy onceler and oncest fanart to mess with them and...well y'know ye olde saying about doing things as a joke.

so yeah i kinda got...genuinely interested in him. especially after i watched the 72' short and reread the book and was like wait. this movie is mid as hell actually. (the siren song of mid media) and i was like "well if /i/ wrote the movie id do this n this n this n this" and then all that added up in my head and i was like wait.

what if i did a once-ler askblog where i just change certain things to what i like? it wasnt gonna be a complete revamp/remastering because i wanted to do a proper askblog so i wanted to have his character be recognizable to any fans of the onceler. and this was wayyyyy before anyone was getting the idea to do the very creative and expansive onceler takes we have these days as a norm. so it was kinda like? being shoehorned into being Canon!Once-ler because?? that's just how you did askblogs back then

BUT!! there were a few other askblogs already around back then (end of April 2012 for ref) so i didn't wanna do what everyone else was doing (very much Established Business Once-ler/Greed-ler, Vest-ler/Oncie, or Aftermath Once-ler) so i got the idea to do the onceler but! he's still very fresh and new to his business. still basically vest-ler/oncie in personality but with big things on the horizon.

i started creating his blog the weekend before may. that's why his birthday is May 1 because that's when i officially started his blog and posted his first post and all that. literally when he was born.

so yeah this was all to try and find my niche in a community again as well as do what i'd already been doing for years now: waving my headcanons in ppls faces via my art LMFAO

it was honestly pretty new for me in a bunch of ways so it was very scary. i even tried to keep it a total secret at first. i thought people wouldn't recognize me for my art style.... (yeah idk how i thought that'd work either) and i mean??? for the most part that was true because it's not like anyone in the once-ler fandom would've known me beforehand anyways

so for the first uhhh...idk it didn't last long tho..i was a secret mod, but i got too itchy about sharing art that i didn't wanna put on his blog so i broke that pretty quick. i had a lot of personal rules i put on myself on what to do/not to do on and with his blog. and i still, to this day, follow a handful of them. so when i drew other stuff that i didn't think fit on his blog, i was like well damn i wish i could show this somehow...

tho sometimes i wish i'd tried to keep up the secret mod shtick a little longer

anywho. from there it's kinda like..he really just grew on his own. new ideas, new inspiration, new experiences shaping this or that. now i can write him without touching him for years like i just picked him up yesterday. he's that wormed in my damn brain at this point. he's basically his own person sitting in my head telling me what to do with him/what he'd say

so yeah at first? it was just me trying to write a very accurate 2012 movie onceler with a few tweaks. and then he just grew organically into what he is now. that's still his root and so that's still the default direction i try to take, but he definitely has a lot of things that make him his own person at this point too. even on his main blog.

as for why he's so stupid goofy. well. that's because i like drawing dumb expressions. the end. and in the end i'm glad his main blog remained super unserious and lighthearted because it really helped me mentally a bunch (those random spikes in activity? yeah it was for my own mental health LMFAO he helps me...a lot...because of the escapism and comedy)

bonus: as for truffula flu entre. i don't remember if something in particular inspired me to make him the ender of the world. i just felt like it'd be a fitting story for the once-ler for him to be in that spot. and from there i just approached him how i thought someone like him would react were he to find himself in that position.

my goal was always to make him as human as possible. like he's technically the villain of this story, but he's also the protagonist. yaknow. so i wanted to really interweave those two ideas interestingly into his character (and now im obsessed w it)

originally i thought of truffula flu as everyone doing their own storylines. i didn't expect at all that everyone would adopt MINE as all of THEIR canons. that was LKFJSLDKF a big surprise for me i was like wait what. i guess it seems silly now in retrospect that i didn't expect that, but i was just like "well this is entre's story. ppl can do whatever else they want tho" but suddenly entre's story was everyone's story. and it's pretty cool i can't lie

[wreckingtickles]

Masterlist

All the chapters, present and future, of the The Auction series, plus any extra stories I may have written.

The entire Auction series contains adult content, and the chapters that are explicitly NSFW are labeled as such.

Characters in NSFW stories are 18+ (I hope the stories themselves make it clear).

THE AUCTION

Auction Hall:

Prologue & Bundle 1: 3,505 words

Bundle 2: 2,235 words

Bundle 3: 1,478 words (NSFW)

Intermission: 1,911 words (NFSW)

Bundles 4 & 5: 1,722 (NSFW)

Bundle 6: 2,725 (NSFW)

Extra:

@sallage's Your Turn, Blasty (a Bundle 2 spin-off), lee Baku, ler Shindo

Pre-Finale Coda (NSFW), lees Awase, Kaibara, Mirio, Monoma, Natsuo, Shinso, Tsuburaba

Auctionees and Bidders:

Kaminari & Mx Rake: 4,274 words (NSFW)

Shindo & Mx Berry: 2,812 words (NSFW)

Midoriya & Mx Pastry: 5,991 words (NSFW)

Todoroki & Mx Glove: 5,162 words

Ojiro, Inasa & Mx Fluff: N/A (NSFW)

Kirishima & Mx Tech: 7,064 (NSFW)

Bakugo & Mx Mob: 7,792 words (NSFW)

OTHER STORIES:

Tama v. Bakugo: 2,678 words, lee Baku

The Tree (NSFW): 2,043 words, lee Baku (read this ask first)

Stirrups (NSFW): 3,810, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Stirrups 2 - The Revenge (NSFW): 732 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Say the line, Bakugo!: 2,924 words, lee Baku

Onsen Nonsense: 7,559 words, lee Inosuke

Ruffling Their Feathers: 7,312 words, lees Baku and Todo, ler Hawks

Hard Time (NSFW): 6,206 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

1 Hour in Tickle Hell!: 7,757 words, lee Izuku, ler Mirio

Kirishima wants his apology: 745 words, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Bakugo wants his apology (NSFW): 428 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Only Uke Are Ticklish?!: 1,789 words, switches Sasaki & Miyano

Red Riot's Weirdest Fans - Part 1 (NSFW): 5,271 words, lees Kiri and Baku

ASKS/DRABBLES:

Tutoring & Punishment (unfinished), lee Kirishima, ler Baku

Natsuo's hot sauna (NSFW), lee Natsuo

Big bro gets tickled, lee Natsuo

How everyone found out Baku's ticklish

How to make Baku atone

The Wheel, lee Bakugo

The Milkman (NSFW), lee Bakugo

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-A Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-B Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

HEADCANONS:

Charts:/Ratings

Eijiro Kirishima (NSFW)

Izuku Midoriya (NSFW)

Shoto Todoroki

Naruto Uzumaki (NSFW)

Sasuke Uchiha (NSFW)

Natsu Dragneel (NSFW)

Gray, Sting, Laxus, Jellal (NSFW)

Monkey D. Luffy (NSFW)

Ichigo Kurosaki (NSFW)

Inosuke Hashibira (NSFW)

Link

Others:

Auction MHA guys worst spots (NSFW)

Ojiro

Bakugo

Midoriya

Kaminari

Hawks

Sero

Natsuo

Shoji

Dabi & Shigaraki

Goku

Ed Elric

[amontilla-port]

Capa - Missão: Noivos (fanfic por @ceyakushi)

Capinha para uma fanfic de Naruto do Aniverse <3

Informações do pedido de capa: - estilo de capa: divertida - protagonista: Naruto e Sasuke - Naruto - observações: A fanfic é inspirada em Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Gostaria do Naruto e Sasuke vestidos de detetives (não é com uniforme da polícia, é como o Jake Peralta se veste). Seria interessante estarem usando distintivos. Entretanto, se só achar uniformizado, ok.

Dessa vez peço desculpas porque não vai ter textinho longo, fiz a capa tem um tempinhoo e nem me lembro mais do processo criativo x.x kkkkkkk.

Mas, ainda assim, deixo aqui os copyrights: - às imagens utilizadas no fundo (foi uma sobreposição maluca de umas 3 imagens do Unsplash); - às fontes (Monotype Cursiva no "Noivos" foi o pulo do gato, né?); - aos PNGs (puxei do PNG EGG) - e, por fim, deixo meu imenso agradecimento (e copyrights) a @cubur pela permissão para usar a fanart dos meninos <3

Link para ler a fanfic: ~ Spirit Fanfics Próxima parada: uma das capas mais biurifuls que já fiz :3

Beijos da bruxinha e até a próxima :3