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[lindtluirae]

Favourite Hello and Hardest Goodbye | BokuAka | rated G

Saying goodbye to Bokuto—no matter how inevitable, no matter how frequent—always feels like he’s choking on his own heart.

The usual sunshine of Bokuto’s presence wilts too as they stand in the airport, seconds away from separating yet again.

As if to match his mood, the skies outside are overcast, the clouds grey in their shared melancholy.

Bokuto shuffles, his eyes casting around. Akaashi can see the beginning of a wobble in his lips that Bokuto is resisting. He watches him swallow thickly a few times before meeting Akaashi’s eyes. “It’s only a few months.”

It sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

“Yeah,” Akaashi says softly, head dipping to shield his expression.

There they are, two people flaking at the edges as they try to hold themselves together for the other person.

“We’ll text every day,” Bokuto promises, voice rough.

Moments later, he buries his face in Akaashi’s neck, embracing him with both arms securely around his body. Akaashi’s knees buckle a little, his breath catching as he's reminded of what he's about to part with.

He can’t move under the weight of Bokuto’s familiar, strong arms—doesn’t want to, ever.

But Bokuto is going to miss his flight.

Akaashi wrenches himself away, gathering himself with the skin of his teeth. “Go, Bokuto-san. You’ve got this.”

His breaths shudder out of him at Bokuto’s gentle, comforting smile. His nod of agreement. “We’ll win, and then I’ll come home to you.”

And that? That sits with him for weeks.

I’ll come home to you.

It burns in his chest, in his cheeks, behind his eyes.

Bokuto is his home too, even if Akaashi doesn’t know how to express it so bluntly.

Akaashi remembers watching a comedy special once, where a line struck him: home is where we feel safe, because we live in an unsafe world.

Nothing can touch him with Bokuto around, because Bokuto chases away the darkness that clings to every corner. He sweeps the streets with light, and offers the warmth of his smiles to Akaashi without restraint, until Akaashi begins to feel like he's been left outside in a sunspot to bake.

He should be used to this, but he's not. He doubts he’ll ever learn to accept their separation, no matter how brief.

Akaashi drifts through life one meeting at a time, an overworked caricature of himself in between, only to feel whole again the moment he reunites with Bokuto.

“Agaaashii,” Bokuto says, picking up his phone. He can hear a commotion behind him, and loud cheers. “Hi!”

He's probably still at their game.

“Is this a bad time?” Akaashi tests unsurely.

“No way, it’s a good time! The best time, now that I hear your voice.” Bokuto can truly be shameless in expressing his affections, Akaashi can’t get used to it. “I miss you~”

As always, his heart slams into his chest. “I miss you too, Bokuto-san.”

Even though it’s only been two weeks. How is Akaashi meant to endure this?

“Bokkun, who’re ya talkin’ to?” Someone asks in the background.

Bokuto slightly pulls the phone away from his ear, his voice sounding a little further as he responds. “Oh! It’s Akaashi, remember? I told you about him.”

“Ahh! Say hi to yer husband for me!”

Akaashi’s mouth goes dry, his eyes widening. Husband?

“Tsum-Tsum says hi, Kaashi!” Bokuto relays enthusiastically, seemingly unruffled.

Akaashi barely manages to choke out a question. “H-husband?”

“Ohh,” Bokuto makes a noise. The silence stretches only a few seconds, but Akaashi finds that he's forgotten how to breathe. “…Tsum-Tsum likes to tease me… because I always talk about you. So now everyone… everyone refers to you like that.”

His eyebrows shoot up, both flattered and stunned. “Really?”

“‘Course Agaashi! I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world!”

Ugh, Bokuto is bad for his cardiac health. Akaashi clutches his heart and takes a steadying breath. “Don’t let them tease you too much.”

“It’s okay,” Bokuto waves off, sounding more enthusiastic. “It’s not really teasing if it’s true!”

“Huh?”

“It’s just like practice for the future, right?” Bokuto poses the question innocently, likely unaware of the way Akaashi clutches the edge of a couch to steady himself against the sudden swoop of his heart. “For when we get married.”

For? When?!

Akaashi’s mind goes into an internal screech, wheels skidding out of control, thoughts barreling into each other, a big traffic jam that brings everything to a stop. He stands there, stunned, caught in the middle of it.

They’ve never verbally discussed this, even though Akaashi hoped and anticipated that that’s where they’ll end up one day.

Yet for Bokuto to announce it so casually…

He swallows thickly a few times. Clears his throat. “Right,” his voice cracks a bit. “Of course.”

He can hear Bokuto’s beaming smile. “I’ll call you later tonight, Kaashi! I have to go now!”

“Okay, Bokuto-san… Kou,” Akaashi responds, still reeling.

There’s a pause on the other end of the line.

Then, a stream of verbal hearts pour from the receiver. “Keijiiiii! You called me Kou!”

It feels appropriate, in light of the most recent revelation. “I did,” Akaashi agrees, clearing his throat. His cheeks feel incandescently warm. “Go now, before you get in trouble.”

“I’ll call you!” Bokuto declares again, then, for all to hear, without a care or shame, entirely unreluctant, Bokuto ends the call with, “love you, Keiji!!”

The call ends, and Akaashi drops on the couch, body made of liquid.

He flops down like a limpless body and stares at the ceiling.

How? How does Bokuto do this to him?

It’s unbearable in his chest as the words glow there.

How is he expected to focus on anything else now?

*

Bokuto calls him around midnight Akaashi’s time.

He's already in bed, with nothing better to do than await this call. He answers it without a hitch, his heart kicking in his chest.

“Keiji!” Bokuto sounds delighted. “You’re awake! I was worried I’d miss you. Cap took us out for lunch!”

Akaashi curls into his duvet, smiling. “I hope you had a good time… I stayed up waiting.”

“Keiji…” Bokuto’s voice wobbles. “You did?”

“I always do,” Akaashi says softly.

“I miss you, Keijiii,” Bokuto whines, seemingly unable to stop calling him by his first name, even as violent butterflies swarm Akaashi’s gut each time.

“I miss you too… How was the game?”

“Great! We won!” Bokuto sounds like he's grinning. It makes Akaashi’s heart happy.

Bokuto is made to smile and be showered with love, he deserves it more than anyone.

“Congrats,” he murmurs, smiling softly. “I knew you would.”

“Keiji,” Bokuto says again, stealing his breath yet again. “I always win when you believe in me.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Akaashi breathes against the overwhelming feeling rising in his throat. “I always, always believe in you.”

Bokuto makes a garbled noise, a mix of overwhelmed and happy. “That’s so unfair, why are you not here so I can kiss you?!”

Akaashi laughs, despite sharing the sentiment. “You can kiss me when you come back.”

“I’m saving up allll my kisses,” Bokuto discloses. “So far I have… twenty-five!”

It makes Akaashi choke on another laugh. “Twenty-five? That many already?”

“Of course!” Bokuto sounds indignant that Akaashi would doubt that. It’s so painfully endearing, it makes Akaashi bury his face in his pillow and try not to scream. “I always want to kiss you, Keiji!”

Good gods above, spare Akaashi’s heart some mercy.

“I miss your cute face,” Bokuto sighs wistfully. There’s a noise on the other end of Bokuto flopping down on a mattress. “Tsum-Tsum says I talk about you twenty-four-seven.”

“Please don’t drive Miya-san crazy.” Akaashi imagines what it must be like. Bokuto’s boundless enthusiasm spilling over, his generous love pouring out at the slightest provocation. “Especially if you plan to introduce us one day.”

“I do!” Bokuto agrees, voice booming with excitement. “We talked about it yesterday. I told him we should grab lunch together sometime cause he keeps asking about you.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. Said something about wanting to meet the man that can keep up with me.” Bokuto is laughing, clearly not offended by that. “I think Tsum-Tsum is just looking for an excuse to tease me again!”

Yeah, Akaashi gathers that much. “Does he tease you too much?”

“Nah, don’t worry Keiji!” Bokuto reassures. “It’s harmless fun. He likes showing everyone my lockscreen. The one where you’re kissing my cheek. He also tells everyone that you’re really pretty, which is true!”

Akaashi flushes.

“And he always introduces you as my husband,” Bokuto adds after a moment.

There it is again. The breath catches in his throat. “You’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Bokuto huffs. “I plan to marry you one day, Keiji.”

This time, there’s no stopping the influx of things clawing up his throat. Akaashi smushes his face into a pillow and makes a garbled, choking noise, muffling a scream.

He can hear Bokuto exclaiming on the other end of the line, wondering if he's okay.

Shakily, Akaashi pulls the phone to his ear again.

“—aashi?!”

“I’m okay,” Akaashi says hoarsely (he’s not). “I’m here.”

“What happened?” Bokuto demands.

“I just needed a moment,” Akaashi clears his throat, face hot. “…to process.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you… is it a good thing?” Bokuto sounds a little vulnerable, and Akaashi can’t reassure him fast enough, tripping over his own words.

“Yes—of course—yes. I’m happy, Bokuto-san—Kou. You make me so happy.”

From the moment he met him, Akaashi recalls fondly, Bokuto has made him the happiest he could ever be.

*

Akaashi hasn't seen Bokuto for two months. They call frequently, sometimes day and night, sometimes over video, but none of it sates the ache in his chest.

There’s not enough of Bokuto to hold over such a large distance, and Akaashi misses the simple act of being close to him.

The way Bokuto smells so warm and nice, the way his arms are so strong they can lift Akaashi up effortlessly.

By the time those two months have passed, Akaashi swears he feels less human and more zombie, deprived of Bokuto’s bright presence for far too long.

Now only a few hours separate their reunion, and Akaashi is vibrating in his seat. He'sd been too anxious to sit still, and has arrived at the airport too early—hours too early.

He finds himself sitting in one of the caf’éès sipping on coffee and trying to stay awake after he had spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep in his excitement.

It’s cold here, he regrets wearing a thin cardigan, andas he holds his coffee close, leaching warmth from it.

Soon, Bokuto will be here.

Soon, Akaashi will feel warm again.

He doesn’t realise he's dozed off on the table until his phone vibrates in his pocket.

He startles, nearly spilling the remainder of his drink.

“Kou?” he picks up the phone, his breath catching.

“Keiji,” Bokuto says warmly. “You look so beautiful.”

Akaashi straightens instinctively. His head swivels around, and his heart careens into his ribs when he catches sight of Bokuto standing across the café.

He stumbles to his feet, his chair skidding back. Each breath puffs out of him like a little gasp as his feet carry him across the café, right into Bokuto’s waiting arms.

Oh.

Akaashi’s knees fully buckle at the soft impact with Bokuto’s warm, solid chest, but Bokuto catches him, one hand tangling in Akaashi’s hair as Bokuto nuzzles his neck and holds Akaashi against him. “Keiji…” he breathes.,

He can’t breathe, let alone talk, so he just clutches him closer, sucking lungfuls of his comforting scent.

“You’re here,” Akaashi chokes out, tangling his fingers in Bokuto’s hair and leaning back to look at him. At those glittering golden eyes he missed so much.

“You’re here,” he whispers again, awed and moved, his fingers skimming lovingly across Bokuto’s cheek.

Bokuto’s smile is radiant. “Of course I am,” he cups Akaashi’s cheek, leaning closer to impart his next words against Akaashi’s lips. “I came home to you.”

You can also read this piece on AO3.

[renaerys]

Hello! I'd like to ask if you have any ShiSaku fic recs! I am new to the ship and would love to know what you recommend👀. Also, just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore your works 💖. Thank you for taking the time to write and share your fics!!

Hello, Anon! I have a few recs for you that I'd encourage you to check out, in no particular order, and ranging from fluff to angst to smut:

The Edge of the World (series) by @sonorous-cicada

Serendipity and Strawberries by @stargliders

que me tiene by NegativeGravity

Dirty Little Secret by LindtLuirae

Black Sea Wine by @komorebi-rabbit

Shisaku Rodeo Server Fic Collection by various members of the ShiSaku Rodeo Discord Server (there are a quite a few in here, do check it out!)

[twofortea]

Can I ask again? if so

6,9,10 please

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Oh hell yeah. This is a great ask 🤩 In no particular order, among my most read are probably:

Follow Your Nose by TipsyRaconteur

A Ripple in the Pond by onemoreword

Gravity by LindtLuirae

Wrapped Around Your Finger by al_holland

I’m sitting on the ventriloquist’s knee by Millarca

the intimacy of being understood by snickiebear

red strings and lilac skies by siuilaruin

Temporal Tumble by Kalira

Feign by sassafrassing

a scent of floral by Goldfishlover73

Lens of Truth by kanames_harisen

The Bakery in the Fields by Goldfishlover73

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

Unfortunately no 😭 But you did inspire me to write today so here it is!

Chiyo continues rambling on, but Sakura’s thoughts are filled with dogman, her imagination animating a cartoon in which a little pug practices karate with a toddler. 

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Hmmm, tbh I was shocked that anyone read the first fic I posted XD I had no idea what to expect as a first time writer, but I definitely wasn't expecting the amount of engagement I got, nor was I expecting to be motivated into turning a one-shot into a four-parter. <3

You can go infinite times hehe thank you for the asks! 🥰 

[sakuradeservedbetter91]

WIP Name Game

Thank you @thechaoscryptid for tagging me 🥹🥰❤️

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs

😅😅😅 Okay, so my wips folder is super duper fucking long, so I'm just going to post the names of my wips that I'm either focused on right now and hopping between working on, and ones that I definitely think about and want to finish and tinker around in from time to time. I will not touch all my wips that are random one offs I want to write bc I have too many of those, so we'll save those for a rainy day 🤣

Naruto—Only One Horse

Naruto—I was made for loving you

Naruto—Put your head on my shoulder

Naruto—Mizu Kiri

Naruto—The worst pirate I've ever seen

Naruto—Love across universes

Naruto—The Mummy

Naruto—ILY our love is true

Naruto—Ranch Dressing

Naruto—Hey cowboy

Naruto—Clothes off

Naruto—My anaconda don't

Naruto—Two weeks notice

Naruto—Keep your boots on

Naruto—Midnight snacks

Naruto—Norman Fucking Rockwell

Naruto—Destroyer of men

Naruto—The Great War

Naruto—Thighmaggedon

JJK—Kiss the Girl

Tagging (no pressure if you don't want to, sorry if you've been tagged before!)

@lindtluirae @petriikore @tipsyraconteur @ryekiree @alittlewooy @bl1ndbraavosi @umechaw @mayskalih @mspixiepixie

Also if I didn't tag you and you want to play, go ahead and have at it 🥰

[astrowaffles]

Its the end of a year...this year was a big year! It was also my first year watching anime since I was a kid (I grew up w pokemon, inazuma 11, dinosaur king, beyblades, etc). My first anime of 2022 was sk8 the infinity and my last is skip beat.

I've also been able to write more & better, and finally do what makes me happy.

I just wanted to say thank you to the community I've been able to join!!! You're all really lovely and I hope we have a great year together <3

I'm going to tag just some of the stars who've truly made me feel at home in this big new group, just to make sure they know the difference they make :>

@klwl-truck (<- good vibes & ushiten <3) @kenmas-blue-psp (<- new friend 🫶) @spacejammie-eimmajecaps (<- one of my fav writers) @drpepper-spokesman (<- I WILL BECOME UR FRIEND IN 2023) @oikuroonation <- (first moot!!!) @lindtluirae (<- mainly on twt) @cauxtion (<- will not see this notif)

[briefololtragedy]

friday fic rec

For the amazing @kakasakumuses who are spreading such beauty to the fandom. Here are some fic recommendations, tried to do a few pairings. Thank you so much for spreading such kindness to the fandom. A lot of these stories I have read more then once.

Story recommendations:

KakaSaku: The chemicals between Us - by Alien Writes one of my favorite Kakashi x Sakura fics, Modern day, university setting. Biochem professor Kakashi (why couldn’t my biochem professors look like him), student Sakura https://archiveofourown.org/works/12148632/chapters/27566097

Gravity by LindtLuirae - Sakura has problems sleeping, fluff https://archiveofourown.org/works/24735313 would also recommend little things as well

Cherry Red by Onemoreword, adorable fluff https://archiveofourown.org/works/20683559/chapters/49127417

TobiSaku: Of armor and pink petals. Sakura time travel, fix it. Slow burn. Currently a WIP, but have read multiple times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737220/chapters/54331141

Second Chances by Roxis. Adorable fluff https://archiveofourown.org/works/23842192/chapters/57296626

ShiSaku

Kamen by AmayaNoAkatsuki.  Slow burn, ANBU Shisui. Amazing fight scenes, sexual tension. The author also has a gofundme for her dog or Ko-fi https://archiveofourown.org/works/23166868/chapters/55449376

Special interludes, cute set of onset shots by Onemoreword https://archiveofourown.org/works/24050455/chapters/57874228

Madara Sakura

Fractured Fairytale by Vesperchan. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7615894/chapters/17335774

[bouncyirwin]

KakaSaku Fic Rec | Readers’ Favourites

This took forever. Mainly because I had to retrieve the links myself, but it’s finally here! I present to you the KakaSaku fanfiction recommended by this fandom through comments, messages and asks per my request. Thank you to everyone who sent in their recs and to those who recommended some of my writings. Happy reading! Find 50 fics under the cut.  I added a (*) next to my personal absolute favourites if you’re interested ;) Although I should point out I haven’t read everything on this list yet!

A Study In Movement by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M

Sakura juggles taking care of her 12- year- old, working as a nurse technician and exotic dancer. It's not an easy life, but it's the best she can do given what she has. What she isn't prepared for is Sarada's handsome teacher who she meets at the parent/teacher conference, as well as his surprise appearance at the strip club she preforms at one night with his friends.

Private Practice by @alienwritesstuff​ | Ongoing | M

When nineteen year old Kakashi is injured during a mission, it's Sakura's job to see that he is healed properly. But, Kakashi is interested in a bit more than the healing she can give him. [Age Swap AU]

Nama-Stay Away From Me by @the-copy-mistress​ | Ongoing | M

When Sakura’s impeccable schedule keeps getting thrown by her gym’s ever tardy yoga teacher, she decides to give him a piece of her mind. Things do not go as she predicted. Modern AU.

Moment You Loved Her (back) by LindtLuirae | Completed | T

Some things are just worth breaking for. KakaSaku AU.

Hungry Hearts by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M 

Sakura is a single mom who works tirelessly to finish her bachelor's degree. She does what many other single moms her age do; they go to school, they work, they take care of their children. Except, things are different for Sakura in her last semester of her college career. Her daughter, Sarada, will be staying with her grandfather, she will be TAing for this mysterious new Professor at her university, and she will soon find a familiar face coming back to haunt her; determined to reconcile their family.

Everyone Goes to Tsunade’s by @mrssakurahatake​ | Ongoing | M 

1920s AU, After their long term business partner forces them out, Tsunade and Jiraiya decide to open their own New Orleans speakeasy. Business isn't going well, can a new house band help them turn things around?

Into Darkness by @lady-otori​ | Ongoing | M

For Sakura, being the granddaughter of the head of the largest Yakuza clan in Shikkotsu wasn't easy. For Kakashi, being forced to consider marriage with the Fire Country's most spoiled Yakuza princess was worse. When the wolf and the dragon of the criminal underworld go head to head, bystanders had better look for cover. [KakaSaku] [Yakuza AU] [Arranged Marriage]

The Beginning, the Middle, and the Coda by @lady-otori​ | Complete | M

The beginning, the middle, and the coda to Kakashi and Sakura's relationship, in which it all begins when he expresses the most important thing in the most awkward way possible. A three-part series of interconnected oneshots, exploring three different stages of their love. [KakaSaku] [Fluff] [Smut]

Reciprocity by @sparkswithyou​ | Complete | M

On a mission gone wrong, one thing goes right.

Insatiable by @somnificsheep​ | Complete | M

Sakura tugs the covers back to reveal dark, pleading eyes looking up at her. “If you don’t mind it in the shower,” she says. “Some of us--” she leans down to nuzzle his forehead-- “have work to get to.”

“Maa, Sakura, anyone else might think you’re calling me lazy,” he drawls. “I’m simply taking advantage of having some time off, is all.”

House of Crows by SilverShine | Complete | M *

KakaSaku. War is coming to Konoha and Sakura is far from home, uncertain of her future. But one thing is for sure, Sakura will protect her unborn child at all costs, whether it be from Konoha's enemies... or from its own father.

Crowns Of Blood And Bone by @raendown​ | Complete | T

He hates and hates and hates until he loves her, slowly and in small pieces.

Daughter of Fire by JulietteDeschemps | Ongoing | M

Sakura got up and didn’t bother brushing the dirt from her dress. She had a feeling she was about to get even dirtier.

She looked at the memorial stone one last time, memorizing the characters without even realizing she was doing it. It would serve from that moment on as a reminder of her determination. She wouldn’t let Naruto and Sasuke join the names carved on that stone.

That was her nindo.

you'll never leave me behind by PersephoneHemingway | Completed | M 

Sakura went ANBU and Kakashi hasn't seen her in a while. They face certain truths.

Masks by madstoryteller999 | Ongoing | T

When Sakura walks home after sending Naruto and the Sasuke Retrieval Squad off, the last thing she expects is to be attacked. What she could have never anticipated is that evening changing...everything.

In which: Sakura's Inner is far more diabolical than anyone ever expected, crows demonstrate themselves to be cruel mentors, the complications of selfdom in ANBU are realized, and Sakura learns exactly how much she hates Kakashi (and how alike they are in the most terrible of ways)

Pink Clouds by CharredCitadel | Ongoing | M

Konoha has fallen to Danzo, and Sakura has fled far away...right into the arms of the Akatsuki. Who would have thought that life as a missing nin could be so liberating?

Wish I Knew You by LindtLuirae | Ongoing | T

A lost bet and a forced dare brings two lonely losers together. Sakura never thought something as absurd-sounding as the 'No More Lonely Losers' program would land none other than Konoha's hottest bachelor and her long-time crush in her lap. KakaSaku. Rating might be upped later.

Mariposa by WhiskeyBlair | Ongoing | M 

It wasn’t until he found himself getting a face full of skull fragments and brain matter that he even realized he was being rescued

To Grow A Garden by Wolfy Tales | Complete | T *

"So what do you think about having a kid with me, Sakura?" - A family focused one-shot [KakaSaku]

Follow Your Nose by @tipsyraconteur​ | Complete | M

Sakura decides to find her signature scent. Kakashi "helps". Things get out of hand. (Kakasaku. One-shot.)

In Case of Blue Scroll by Leola Majora | Complete | M *

In Case of Blue Scroll the Hokage must lock himself in his office and pull his hair out as what he thought were memories of a long lost love turn out to be the memories of a mission he was about to assign his former student, Sakura Haruno.

Konoha Files by @mummapaintstheblues | Ongoing | M

Exactly one year since his partner's untimely murder, Detective Kakashi Hatake is forced back into active duty.

He is paired with up and coming Detective Sakura Haruno.

Through their work together, not only do they catch a killer, but Kakashi begins to see a fresh new hope to the dismal world around him. But is this new partnership enough for him to abandon the darkness altogether?

Kakashi Candyman by @xoxoendoh​ | Complete | M

"Just how much did you drink before coming down here?" 

"Sakura," Kakashi murmured darkly, trailing his hands down her thighs as he knelt at her feet, "I'm still thirsty." 

Kakashi notices that his wife could use a little 'de-stressing' before hosting the Halloween Benefit Gala…. —Swalloween2018, KakaSaku, NC17—

Adaline by @nikkigrand | Ongoing | T *

I would choose you in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I would find you and I would choose you.

I pecan U by merrrcurius | Ongoing | M

It all started with a twig and a razor. The pecans didn't count because they didn't work.

Kakashi's just doing his duty as Captain.

It takes them places.

Discoveries in Oil by @nikkigrand​ | Complete | G * 

Kakashi always knew that he would always be there for Sakura, even when she belonged to someone else. Birth AU

The Fletcher's Heart Paradox by @Moonlady9 | Completed | M 

They are familiar yet total strangers. She knew their names but not the kind of people they were in this moment in time, she knows who they are from her moment in time. 28 years is a long time for people to change, but how much will Sakura change? How long will her heart stay steadfast, now in this new time. Time changes people, and their hearts.

House Calls by Spoiled Sweet | Complete | M *

Always the Team Mom, Sakura opens up her home as a clinic for the hospital-phobic ninja of Konoha. At the same time, her relationship with Kakashi begins to evolve in a way she never expected. M for swearing and later content.

make it holy by faeritell | Complete | T

Neither Kakashi nor Sakura welcomed the names on their skin.

Duty Before Honor by SilverShine | Complete | M *

[KakaSaku] Sakura knew why Tsunade didn’t want a virgin on this mission. Things might get out of hand. Acts might be carried out too far. She was glad Kakashi was accompanying her, but right then she wouldn’t have minded the entire population of Konoha.

The Cabinet Door by @itslulu42 | Complete | M

It says something about her, she thinks, that the only thing tying her to sanity is a talking dog. 

Everything But The Kitchen Sink by @itslulu42​ | Ongoing | M

Kakashi must have angered a god in a previous life. Why else would his soulmate be such a walking cliché? A Kakasaku Variety Pack of Modern Day AUs!

Omega Erased by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M

A shift in equality caused a change in the dynamic between Alphas and Omegas. With the emergence of Alpha woman, the hierarchy reflected as such. Alphas began to mate with Alphas, simply using Omegas for their respective heats and ruts.

They were seen as play things. As a means to an end. As anything but equal to an Alpha. It had been this way for the past hundred years, society punishing Omegas for bringing out the worst in Alphas.

It was an Alpha world, and Sakura was just living in it.

A dystopian omegaverse.

Double Edged by nimblnymph | Complete | M *

Seduction is like a double-edged sword. You never know when you'll go from being the seducer to being the seduced. 

your most important person by @fineillsignup​ | Complete | M

Some people got their soulmarks on their arms or faces or some other place that was more difficult to hide. He remembered how Minato-sensei’s hair would sometimes be lifted by the wind enough to reveal “Uzumaki Kushina dattebane!” written boldly across the back of his neck in crimson. His teacher had sometimes laughed in his gentle way about it, saying that fate was determined to make things easy for him.

Your Most Important Person

Or, Kakashi tries to fight fate and fate fights back.

Or, how many ways can a soulmark screw you over?

Or, sometimes you just have to take what you can get.

the malady of solitude by moonvalentine | Complete | T

A few years after the war, they're still trying to regain their footing.

Friendship by Numbers series by Oroburos69 | Ongoing | M

Sakura's too young, Kakashi's too...different, and neither knows what to do with a real, live friend. Clueless and incompetent, they stumble down the path of friendship, accidentally getting naked and engaged along the way. Seriously.

Take my past and take my sins by @thekatthatbarks​ | Complete | M

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting him to play it off like he always did. Her hands came up to his face. “You look like you haven’t slept in months, Kakashi.” Before he could respond, her hands went down to his waist and she tugged at the hem of his pants. Unsurprisingly, there was slack. “And you’ve lost weight.”

“Sakura ��“ Kakashi started, grabbing the hand that was at his pants.

A thought crossed her mind, making her blood go cold as she realized. She cut him off with a glare, “You picked up the mask again, didn’t you?”

A Poor Imitation by leafygirl | Complete | M

Sakura is injured on a mission, forgetting everything she knew of life in Konoha.

The Samurai and the Oni Girl by selberias | Complete | T

AU KakaSaku set in Edo-period Japan. Sakura is the descendant of a red-haired foreigner as well as a merchant's daughter. Kakashi is a local samurai who has fallen on hard times, a man whose pride has been broken down to this point. Love comes after.

It's Something Unpredictable (But in the End is Right) by BasicallyAnIdiot | Completed | G

The problem was not that Sakura broke into his apartment.

It was that she had opinions about his defences.

Scar Tissue by @TipsyRacounteur | Complete | M

She comes to him on the type of day that he has way too often—the type of day that almost breaks a man—and she asks him to let her take care of him. And just like that, he starts to let her in, without ever even meaning to. (For KakaSaku Month 2018 Healing Prompt.)

Better Man by Kakashisgf | Complete | M

Sakura and Sasuke have been married for over a decade, but things are far from perfect, and Sakura's beginning to realize that maybe she deserves better. KakaSaku

Say it Again by @nyxako​ | Ongoing | M

A story in which Kakashi loses his hearing during a mission, only to later realize that the only thing he can hear anymore is the sound of Sakura's voice. [KakaSaku]

The Taste Of Fire by @alienwritesstuff​ | Ongoing | M *

**Hogwarts AU** Like a moth to the flame, Kakashi couldn't seem to stay away from her. He knows it's wrong, knows it's too dangerous. But, he's drawn to the fire. And fires like these tear the whole world apart.

Aposematism by @youngjusticewriter​ | Ongoing | T

Pretty things were dangerous more often than not. They had to be.

Don’t you know that the world has a tendency of yanking beautiful things up and leaving them to slowly die wherever they were taken to?

Dear fellow traveler by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | M

“You’re thinking too much. Let me make you stop,” Sukea offered and, yes, his voice was different but Sakura liked it even if something about it made her mind inch.

“Okay,” she agreed before closing her eyes. She didn’t want to (see the world, she just wanted to wake up to find out the mission had been a bad dream) see Sukea and think on the things that she kept picking up on from him. All Sakura wanted was to be Chinami who was just a traveler just like Sukea was. A traveler who didn’t have people’s lives slip through her hands because she wasn’t good enough.

Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | T

“Another one?” Mrs. Takahashi asked, “You’re going to burn yourself out.”

(You’re not good enough to keep working; you can’t endure like others do. You’re too young. You’re supposed to just wait around until your teammates get back because those who abandon their teammates are worst than scum.

And Sakura wanted to laugh despite the loneliness that had dug itself into her skin, and had made her bleed, so not to be shaken off.

They left - they left and now it was just her so why should she wait until they got back? She wasn’t a piece of cake that could be discarded.

Sakura had wanted Sasuke and now she wanted to be better in serving her village. Her crush, her teammate, refuting her didn’t stop her chasing after him even though she should have respected his choice. What was their opinions, strangers opinions, compared to that?)

Then I burn, were the words Sakura wanted to spill out from her tongue, to spew out as though they were poison she studied and used, and I get up from my ashes.

Don’t slam the door, Sakura thought as paws pressed into her hand as though to hold it. It (having to pay for another door) wouldn’t be worth it.

(Don't) lay me to sleep by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | G

Sakura doesn’t need defending though.

Sakura smiled at the girl, because that’s what Ami is and what Sakura hasn’t been since her dreams started, with tired eyes (with eyes too old because that’s what happens when your soulmate is a jonin with a pretty painted mask).

You got to choose before the choice is pulled from you by youngjusticewriter | Complete | G

Kakashi didn’t greet her with an apology, a lie, or even with a hello. (He wasn’t too for gone that he had neglected himself to point he couldn’t sense her coming.)

That’s okay because Sakura doesn’t smile up at him, she doesn’t (lie) promise everything is going to be okay, nor does she greet her husband like she would have this morning if he wasn’t already out of the house. Sakura didn’t even take one of Kakashi’s hands into her own and give it a small squeeze in comfort, in a subtle way to remind him she was still here. No, instead Sakura exhaled the breath she had been holding in and it doesn’t remove the heaviness she feels in her chest.

“You need to come home.” Sakura doesn’t ask for him to do it for her even though Sakura had too lost their child. (We’re not dead, Sakura wanted to yell, and if you continue to keep your company with them, with the dead, then one day when you do come home we might just have become the company you prefer to keep. We might just become the dead you idolize because you were too late in life to realize how much your loved ones meant to you.)

Ceremonial by youngjusticewriter | Complete | T

With bloodied lips and sharp canines Kakashi smiles at the sight - it’s only for a night after all. In the past he had tried to shove it down, had never voiced that sin unlike the others (so many others) to the tombstones of his fallen comrades, but he’s dying now. He can have it just for a little bit. The air is hard to breath in, its too cold or maybe he’s too out of breath, and there’s clothe from his destroyed mask in his bloodied mouth but that’s okay. It’ll be over soon.

Twisted fingers - Kakashi could actually see a bone poking out of one - reach up to touch but it’s too late.

come through (like the sweetener you are) by exarite | Complete | M

Kakashi was not Sakura's sugar daddy.

(Or was he?)

It Wasn't Even Us In The End by tedthedead | Complete | M 

How many years?

How many years had he been lovesick, a yearning child needy for her comforting touch, a desperate man aching for the soft silk of her skin?

[lindtluirae]

🔞 SakuAtsu | Damned if I do, damned if I don’t | Rated E

If Atsumu thought too hard about what he was doing, he would be judging himself.

It was too late now for that anyway, seeing as he was standing on the platform waiting for Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arrival.

Had they met before? Sure. If one counted the volleyball tournaments in which they happened to occupy the same stadium. Atsumu had always been laterally aware of Kiyoomi’s presence; it was hard not to notice someone so talented.

What followed was… well.

It started innocuously enough. Not that Atsumu actually remembered why he texted Kiyoomi in the first place. It had something to do with volleyball, to be certain, but how that spiralled to their current predicament was beyond him.

He balanced on his toes, rocking in place to channel all the pent up energy choking him. He hadn’t slept a wink last night.

Not that he hadn’t tried. Kiyoomi just happened to be more persuasive.

Atsumu could feel his face warm thinking of all the promises Kiyoomi made him over the months for when they finally met.

How was he expected to act now? Would it be okay to just… reach out and touch Kiyoomi? Would Kiyoomi even find him attractive once they stood face to face, without a screen between them?

Just as he was about to vibrate out of his own skin, the train came to a stop, and Atsumu lost his breath.

He would notice that curly hair anywhere.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself, schooling his expression as he raised his arm to wave.

Obsidian eyes zeroed in on him, dark and intense over the edge of his mask, and Atsumu had to remind himself that they weren’t anything. Late night calls and fun push and pull conversations notwithstanding.

No matter how much he wanted to fall right back to where they left off during their call, he had to get a grip on himself.

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said as he came to a stop before him, and wasn’t that something? To be this close, to hear his voice without the whoosh of a phone line between them.

“Omi.” Maybe he sounded a little breathless. Maybe there was no helping this or the giddiness he felt. “You made it.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes creased in a faint smile. “I did.”

“It’s good to see you,” Atsumu said. “At last.”

Kiyoomi’s smile, although hidden, was making him feel all sorts of things. “I guess your hair is really not piss yellow anymore.”

“Not that again,” Atsumu groaned, turning around to lead the way. “I showed you proof Omi, you just like bullying me.”

“Hmm.”

Atsumu led them to his car. It was his Ma’s but she agreed to lend it to him for the weekend so he could show Kiyoomi around Hyogo.

Though if Atsumu were to be honest, sightseeing was the last thing on his mind.

And then he and Kiyoomi were out of sight, sitting next to each other with only the centre console separating them. Atsumu stared hard at the windshield, not really seeing it as his skin prickled under the weight of Kiyoomi’s gaze. “So…”

“So.” He could hear the teasing lilt in Kiyoomi’s voice.

“Fuck it,” Atsumu mumbled, twisting in his seat.

Kiyoomi’s body jerked in surprise as Asumu tucked his mask out of the way and kissed him into his seat. He pulled back an inch to let out a strained breath. “Sorry, just… been wanting to do that for a long fuckin’ time now, Omi.”

Kiyoomi cleared his throat, cheeks beginning to pink. “Forgive me for thinking you’d at least wait until after we’ve made it to your house.”

Leaning back in his seat, Atsumu made a silly face. “No can do.”

“Needy bastard,” Kiyoomi teased.

“You love it,” Atsumu returned blithely, and reversed out of his parking spot.

*

Atsumu’s Ma was out for the day, and Osamu was at Suna’s, probably playing video games and shit talking Atsumu, but for once he didn’t care.

Because their absence meant that the moment he and Kiyoomi stepped into Atsumu’s home, Atsumu could turn around and pin Kiyoomi against the door.

“Eager aren’t we?” Kiyoomi murmured, allowing himself to be caged in Atsumu’s arms.

“Like you don’t wanna kiss me too, Omi,” Atsumu challenged, meeting his eyes.

They darkened, and Atsumu shivered when Kiyoomi leaned closer, his breath feathering over Atsumu’s chin. “I’m not the one pressing you to the door, At-su-mu.”

With willpower he didn’t know he possessed, Atsumu pried himself off Kiyoomi to take a few steps back, sighing resignedly. “I guess you don’t want to kiss me after al—”

Atsumu was reeled in too suddenly, the words dying on his lips as Kiyoomi’s mouth crashed down on his. Atsumu was encircled in strong arms and tucked against the open heat of Kiyoomi’s body as Kiyoomi’s mouth claimed him. “You talk too damn much.”

Teeth sunk in his bottom lip, shutting his protest to replace it by a groan. “Did you forget already?” Kiyoomi whispered hotly, hands slipping lower to grab two handfuls of Atsumu’s ass. “What I wanted to do to you?”

“Maybe you’re just all talk,” Atsumu riled, even as his breath wheezed out of him and his cock twitched in his pants. “Did you forget what I wanted to do to you?”

Their mouths collided again, a little roughly, and Atsumu moaned, sinking all ten fingers in Kiyoomi’s curls to pull savagely.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he pushed his knee between Kiyoomi’s thighs and found him hard. “Please let me fuck you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first,” Kiyoomi bit out as Atsumu pressed his knee up where Kiyoomi ached.

“Is that what you want?” Atsumu rasped breathlessly. “Dinner, Omi?”

Kiyoomi’s head fell back with a strained breath, and Atsumu took that opportunity to latch his mouth to the milky curve of his neck. “Do you know what I want?”

“What?” Kiyoomi choked out, gripping his hips.

“I want you,” Atsumu bit at his neck. “In my bed. Naked.”

“Fuck, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi gasped out when Atsumu’s hand slid lower to press over his crotch.

“I want this in my mouth,” Atsumu murmured, so hard he was aching. “Would you put your cock in my mouth, Omi?”

“Shit,” Kiyoomi said, pushing him off. “Do it.”

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice.

He didn’t care that they were in the middle of the hallway, that his door wasn’t even locked. All that mattered was the hundred fantasies he’d weaved for months now, of taking this man apart.

He fell to his knees, hungry and ungraceful, to fumble with Kiyoomi’s zipper and yank down his jeans. Kiyoomi stumbled, falling back against the door to steady himself as Atsumu clutched his hips and dove down to bury his face in Kiyoomi crotch.

A groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck me, you’re everything.”

Kiyoomi’s shaky hand settled on his head, clutching his hair for support. “Shut up and get to it.”

“Fuck you, I’ve wanted this for months, let me savour it,” Atsumu retorted, his own hands shaking as he peeled down Kiyoomi’s boxers. “Fuck baby, you’re so hard for me.”

Kiyoomi gnawed on his lips, and Atsumu, driven insane with lust, nuzzled the crease of his thigh, looking up at him with so much hunger that Kiyoomi’s eyes squeezed shut and his breaths trembled. “…please.”

Fuck, Atsumu was a goner.

He parted his lips, his tongue curling around the head, and delighted in the twitch of Kiyoomi’s hips. “Don’t tease.”

Atsumu rubbed his cheek against Kiyoomi’s cock, grinning. “Or what?”

Kiyoomi’s thumb pinched Atsumu’s chin, his eyes so dark and desirous that Atsumu felt himself leaking precum into his underwear. “Open your mouth, Atsumu.”

A thrill jolted down his body as he complied, parting his lips for Kiyoomi to feed him his cock. “There,” Kiyoomi breathed. “All it takes to shut you up is a cock in your mouth, right baby?”

Atsumu moaned, his body throbbing as Kiyoomi’s straining length pushed down his throat, so hot and heavy. He hollowed his cheeks, trying to take more of him in, suddenly desperate to be full.

“Shit, you’re so hungry for it.” Kiyoomi’s hips thrust forward, making Atsumu choke. But Atsumu didn’t draw back, instead relishing the sting of tears in his eyes and the way his jaw strained. “Do you want me to fuck your throat, baby?”

Atsumu was going to die as he tried to nod his head, his eyes pleading fervently for it.

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi groaned, thrusting again. “God, I want to ruin you.”

Atsumu was already ruined. On his knees and slobbering, and so hard he could burst from it.

Kiyoomi was going to cum down his throat and he needed it with everything within him. He bobbed his head, trying to meet him halfway, drunk on the expletives bursting out of Kiyoomi’s mouth.

“Shit, Atsumu—” Kiyoomi pulled out, panting. “Wait baby, wait.”

“No,” Atsumu gripped his thighs. “Need you to finish. In my mouth.”

Kiyoomi looked wrecked.

Asumu felt gone.

Kiyoomi’s hard cock was placed in his mouth again, and Atsumu was hit by the fact yet again that this was Kiyoomi, the man he’d been fantasised about for so long now, the man he touched himself to on lonely nights, the man who made him cum on camera just to watch the way his face twisted.

And now Atsumu got to see Kiyoomi fall apart.

He didn't realise he was coming too until a hot thrill seized him and his hips jerked, rolling into nothing as he spurted in his pants, and Kiyoomi flooded his mouth.

Atsumu moaned brokenly, overcome by the way his mouth was all too full of Kiyoomi, by the bruising hands in his hair, by Kiyoomi’s raw groans.

He pulled off to breath, his chin glistening with Kiyoomi’s release to gasp in a breath and wipe his face with the back of his hand. “Shit, that was so hot.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes were heavy lidded and hazy. “Come here.”

Atsumu rose on wobbly knees to meet Kiyoomi’s sated kiss. “How do you want me?”

“It’s okay,” Atsumu said, a little embarrassedly, and wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi’s shoulders. “I already finished.”

Kiyoomi’s eyebrows arched.

Blushing, Atsumu kissed him to avoid his eyes.

Kiyoomi met him kiss for kiss, their tongues brushing tentatively until Atsumu’s heart was in pieces. “Lay in bed with me?”

“Okay,” Kiyoomi agreed, brushing a hand through Atsumu’s hair.

Atsumu took his hand in his and led him to his and Osamu’s room.

His bunk bed wasn’t big enough for two athletes, but Atsumu was glad for it, because it meant he and Kiyoomi could lay flushed side to side, faces inches apart to breathe each other in, and wasn’t that what Atsumu really wanted?

To be reduced, to be shattered and remade by Kiyoomi’s hands until nothing else mattered?

“Thank you for coming to see me,” Atsumu whispered as they laid there in his sun soaked bedroom, in his too warm sheets, smelling like sex and Kiyoomi’s spicy cologne.

Atsumu could smell Kiyoomi all over his body.

His heart squeezed at the feeling of being claimed, even when Kiyoomi wasn’t his, and he wasn’t Kiyoomi’s. But he could indulge… he could indulge and then think later.

Kiyoomi’s leg slipped between his. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“Was it like you imagined?” Atsumu asked tentatively.

“Mhm,” Kiyoomi hummed, nuzzling his throat.

Atsumu ran his fingers through soft, silky curls and felt his chest grow heavier. He leaned down to bury his face in Kiyoomi’s hair. “Omi.”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi returned softly.

“Would you let me love you?”

He shouldn’t ask, he knew, because Atsumu wouldn’t like the answer. Because they were too complicated and Kiyoomi was hung up over Ushijima and Atsumu over Kita, and yet here they laid in his bed and Atsumu wanted, so viciously, to belong. “Let me love you, Omi.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kiyoomi said, regretful.

Atsumu clutched him tighter, taking that for the denial it was. “I want you.”

“I’m here,” Kiyoomi reassured, curving over him.

Their lips met, slow and savouring, and Atsumu pretended his eyes weren’t stinging with tears as his arms encircled Kiyoomi and held them chest to chest. “I’d treat you so well,” Atsumu choked out.

“I know baby,” Kiyoomi shushed him, pressing sweet kisses to the corners of his lips. “Let's not think about it right now, okay?”

“Okay,” Atsumu nodded, pulling him down again. “Kiss me more.”

“Come here,” Kiyoomi said, brushing his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Atsumu rolled over him, kissing him breathless and trying to drown himself in it before he drowned inside his own feelings. He had a lot of love to give, Osamu always told him that he’d get himself hurt trying to give it to people who didn’t want it.

But what could Atsumu do? Keeping it inside him would inevitably kill him. It tended to bleed out of him, and he was helpless to stop it.

His hands mapped down Kiyoomi’s lithe body, relishing every inch. “You’re so beautiful, Omi,” he whispered.

“You are too,” Kiyoomi touched his face as Atsumu sank down for another kiss.

“I can’t believe I get to hold you like this.” Atsumu’s whisper was a little broken as he stroked his fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair and pressed kisses over his face. He nuzzled his cheeks, breathing tremulously. “You’re so perfect, Omi.”

“Stop it,” Kiyoomi said, embarrassed.

“No,” Atsumu denied, leaning back to watch him. He ran his fingers down Kiyoomi’s body again. “I’m going to touch you… and kiss you… and take care of you…”

Atsumu’s hand wrapped around Kiyoomi’s throat, though there was no pressure behind the action. “And love you,” he added in a softer whisper. “Even if it hurts me.”

He could feel Kiyoomi’s thick swallow beneath his hand. “You’re crazy.”

Atsumu leaned down to kiss him again. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me,” Atsumu vowed against his lips.

“Atsumu…”

Atsumu seared his taste on Kiyoomi’s lips, leaning down to nuzzle the space behind his ear. “Mine.”

Kiyoomi whimpered.

“Mine, Omi. Say it.”

Kiyoomi swallowed shakily, and then, “Yours.”

“That’s right,” Atsumu agreed, choking on his own breaths. “Mine, Omi. I’m going to make you forget the world.”

“Please,” Kiyoomi pleaded, clutching his shoulders in a bruising grip.

“I’ve got you,” Atsumu reassured, pressing his whole weight down on Kiyoomi until they were suffocating each other, and Kiyoomi was all he could breathe, see and touch. “Look at me baby,” Atsumu touched his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

Kiyoomi nodded rapidly.

“My love,” Atsumu sighed, kissing the sweet breath from Kiyoomi’s lips.

Mine, mine, mine, Atsumu thought fervently, and wished for it to be true.

[moonlady9]

Hi... I'm new to kakasaku's ff (or naruto in that matter). I read yours and really love it. And I want for more. Do you mind if I ask you for your rec to author that also bring KS in your fav or style that you love? If you mind, just ignore my question. Thank you so much for all works and stories. I love you. 😻👒

YAY!! Welcome!!

Pull up a chair, have some tea, and I will spill!

We are so blessed to have some amazing talented writers in the KakaSaku fandom, there are so many really, and I am beyond honored you started with my stories and want more!!

Now for some recs:

I have to start with Konoha Files from @mummapaintstheblues​ and also, Yes, Chef

@mrssakurahatake​ 

@strangebeautiful writes sweltering, kinky stories for this pair.

@bouncyirwin or on ao3,  LindtLuirae 

@empress-nariko 

@moon-mynxie

@pahdme 

@alienwritesstuff

These are some of my go to writers, I try not to miss anything they put out, but there are so many more. 

Go forth and explore, discover and spread some love to the fandom if you enjoy your stay!

Much love!

[silly-mandy-m]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru/Hatake Kakashi Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura Additional Tags: Kakashi's POV, Plot What Plot, porn without plot (for now), I just wanted to write those three together, i think a friendship between the three of them has a lot of potential, and in this case porn, enjoy, also, this completely ignores canon, in case it wasn't obvious, Voyeurism, More tags to be added, OT3, multiple pairs of panties required, Sakura's POV, Shadow bondage, Threesome, bisexual Kakashi, Bisexual Shikamaru, Dom!Shika, Switch!Kakashi, kakasakushika Summary:

Kakashi had always appreciated Shikamaru's ability to turn any situation in his favour. He just never expected to become a willing target to his whims.

[bouncyirwin]

Commissioned by @ladymikiri ♡ Thank you for this wonderful prompt, I had so much fun writing it and sincerely hope you like it. 

Word Count: 3,702 words

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen

Snippet: 

Kakashi, of course, completely sidestepped his question by busying himself with peering into Ibiki’s cart. “Huh, that’s a lot of ingredients. Are you … baking? You bake?”

Ibiki rolled his eyes at Kakashi’s cliche tactics of redirection. “No, I wanted to invent a new interrogation tactic that involved eggs and sugar. Of course I’m baking, what else would I do with this god-awful amount of sugar?”

[lindtluirae]

SunaOsaKomo | I Was All Over Him | rated T

The flashing lights of the LED disco ball in Sawamura Daichi’s living room bounce off the walls, ricocheting like the loud beat of the music, to muffle Komori’s senses.

He's tipsy, buzzed on jello shots and the fuzzy warmth of people’s bodies jostling him on the dance floor. He moves his body, music reverberating through him until he can’t hear his own thoughts, and the only thing that matters is the present moment, the clammy warmth of the throngs of people surrounding him, and the strangers dancing with him.

Komori arrived here with the twins and Suna, intent on spending his weekend drunk. He enjoys the occasional party, some people might even refer to him as a wild drunk.

But Komori just likes to have fun.

He had been content to stay with his tight group of friends, but the moment he found his eyes lingering on Suna and Osamu…

It’s hard. Loving someone who belongs to someone else.

It’s harder still, to acknowledge loving two people at once. Komori had to contend long ago that he could never have Suna or Osamu.

No matter how much he aches in his chest every time he sees them fall into the warm cocoon they create in each other’s presence. Trading soft kisses and giggling in each other’s ears.

It’s mesmerising, the way they tease and rile each other up, the way Suna digs his fingers in Osamu’s hair as he kisses him, and the way his pale throat looks so long and elegant leaning into it.

Once, he caught them in the backseat of the car. Komori had forgotten his phone on his way to buy them McDonald’s for the road trip, and when he returned to retrieve it, he found that Suna slid from the driver’s seat to the back, to pin Osamu’s hands to the window over his head and kiss him.

Perhaps a better person would have knocked politely on the window. Perhaps a smart one would have abandoned the phone altogether.

But Komori? He stood rooted in spot, with want permeating his mouth as Suna claimed Osamu’s lips again and again. Sometimes, Komori fantasised, but never in detail. He didn’t trust himself to let his thoughts run away from him, especially when he has to face Suna every day for practice.

Perhaps he wasn’t a good or a smart person, because Komori’s thoughts finally escaped him to run rampant.

Suna’s hand was low enough on Osamu’s front that it left no illusion to what he was doing. Not with the way Osamu’s mouth gaped against Suna’s lips.

Komori was entranced, struck to his core. It was one thing to see them trade the occasional kiss, and another entirely to glimpse the passion they clearly held for each other.

But Komori catches them again now, on the dance floor with everyone else, dancing to the salacious beat of the music. There’s barely an inch of space between them, with Suna’s thigh slotted between Osamu’s.

They’re grinding on each other, he realises with a flash of sick warmth in his stomach.

Suna’s hands are shamelessly squeezing at Osamu’s ass, urging him to rub against Suna’s thigh, their noses inches apart as they exchange humid breaths.

They look like they’re lost in their own little world, drunk on alcohol and each other.

Suna’s eyes are heavily lidded, and Osamu’s face is taut with tension, his hands clawing at the hairs on Suna’s nape.

Komori’s face is warm, his thoughts are swimming.

He should look away.

Fuck, he's truly a masochist to watch them like this and hopelessly wish that he's slotted between their bodies. He must have lost his mind to even entertain the thought of sidling up between them.

Shame and guilt begin to mix with the telltale of arousal coiling in the pit of his stomach, and he realises he's not even dancing anymore. What kind of friend is he? Suna and Osamu don’t deserve his depraved thoughts, or his secret desire to covet them.

They’re in love, and have been together since high school, long before Komori met either of them.

Who is he to even hope to be noticed by someone so beautiful?

Suna’s eye catches his own, and Komori can’t stand the mortification of it.

He spins on his heel and flees for the closest escape route.

He makes it up the stairs to an empty bedroom, gasping for air, and leans back against the wall to catch his breath. Shit, shit, shit. What was he thinking?

The song downstairs shifts, and people cheer to the vibrant beat. Komori contemplates leaving, but it’s too long a walk home, and it’d raise uncomfortable questions from his friends.

The song ends and a new one starts, and Komori can’t seem to unstick himself from the wall. His head is pounding, still intoxicated, and his thoughts are slow again, sluggish.

He's almost convinced himself to move when someone else enters the bedroom.

His eyes widen at the sight of Suna, ruffled and eyes heavy-lidded. His mouth is pink with Osamu’s kiss, and Komori finds himself staring helplessly at it.

“Motoya,” Suna says, making him gulp.

“Sunarin,” he returns shakily.

“What are you doing here?”

What is he doing here? “I… don’t know.”

Suna makes a noncommittal noise as he joins him, leaning against the wall next to Komori. “Are you not having fun?”

Komori’s skin prickles with Suna’s body heat fanning his side. “I’m not sure.”

“Do you want me to go?”

Komori should say yes. But his mouth betrays him. “No.”

Then his mouth does something even stupider. “I like it when you’re around.”

Suna’s eyes are a smokey green as he tips his head to look Komori in the eyes. He loses his breath watching him, helplessly roaming the planes of his face with the kind of longing that would cripple lesser men.

“Toya…” Suna exhales softly.

Komori’s body seizes as the backs of Suna’s fingers brush down his cheek. “Don’t look at me like that… you make it so hard…”

He must’ve been drunker than he realised. “I… what?”

The warmth of Suna’s breath burns over his lips, and Komori freezes.

He searches Suna’s eyes frantically and can’t make sense of what’s happening until Suna cups his cheek and kisses him.

Fuck.

Komori doesn’t know whether to pull back or fall into Suna like a lifeline.

His lips are so warm and slick that his brain short circuits and he finds himself digging his fingers in Suna’s shoulders, reeling him closer, gasping into his mouth as his entire body lights up.

Suna responds in kind, burying five fingers in Komori’s hair to tip his head and slot their mouths so deeply together that Komori forgets how to breathe.

It’s warm and humid and slick, and it coils him up like a string.

“Rin?” Osamu calls from beyond the door, and Komori rips himself away so fast it makes the room spin.

When Osamu joins them moments later, Komori feels sick.

“There you are,” Osamu smiles with the same mouth that Suna had kissed earlier—the mouth Suna used to kiss him with now. “Hi Toya.”

“H-hi.” His voice cracks. His eyes are beginning to sting with tears as Osamu leads Suna away with a jaunty wave over his shoulder.

What… What has he done?

Komori doesn’t sleep that night, haunted by the taste of Suna’s mouth, and by Osamu’s cluelessness.

He kissed a committed man. He kissed Osamu’s boyfriend.

Shit, fuck, shit.

Suna kissed him.

Suddenly, Komori is irrationally angry.

It’s the only reason he can use to justify banging down Suna’s door at nine in the morning.

“What?” A sleep-ruffled Suna yanks open the door, irritation ringing in his voice.

Usually, Komori would be distracted by the sight of his shirt gaping so low that he can see Suna’s collarbones. But not when he's so frazzled.

“Motoya?” Suna says, confused.

“You.” Komori’s voice shakes, as he pushes Suna into his apartment. “How could you?”

“Wha—?”

“You kissed me,” Komori hisses, eyes stinging. “I let you kiss me. How could you? You’re everything to Osamu, how can you throw away seven years of love?!”

Suna seems stunned speechless.

Komori’s eyes overflow with tears. “I love you,” he sobs, finally letting it out now that everything feels ruined beyond repair. “Both of you. How can you use that against me? You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist, didn’t you?”

“Toya…” Suna says, anguished.

“Rin acted rashly.”

Komori stiffens, looking behind Suna’s shoulder to see Osamu standing there, shirtless and bedraggled.

“I—shit—I…”

Did Komori just fuck up their relationship?

Before he can panic, Osmau joins them, face soft. “Hey, Toya, calm down. It’s okay.”

“W-what?!” he splutters.

Osamu leans against Suna, like he hasn’t just overheard what happened. “We were supposed to tell you together.”

“Tell me what?”

“That we like you,” Osamu smiles faintly. “God, you look so cute when you’re so twisted up about it, come here, Toya-chan.”

Stunned beyond forming words, he lets Osamu pull him into the space between his and Suna’s bodies.

“We planned to tell you together,” Osamu says gently, stroking his fingers through Komori’s hair. “But this airhead got too excited and kissed you.”

Komori shakes his head, not sure he's processing any of this properly. “I… I don’t understand.

Smiling, Osamu leans closer to look Komori in the eyes, whispering conspiratorially. “We love you too.”

Komori’s jaw slackens in shock, and Osamu uses the opportunity to swoop lower and kiss him.

He gasps, overcome by the feeling of Osamu’s mouth, and his knees nearly buckle when it’s joined by Suna’s solid chest against his back.

“Relax,” Osmau murmurs. “It’s okay.”

Komori has so many questions. But he loses sight of all of them as Osamu kisses him again, and Suna holds him.

He can find out later, he decides, clutching Osamu and kissing him back.

Much, much later.

You can also read this one-shot on AO3.

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Pairing: SakuAtsu

Word Count: 5.1k words

Rating: E

Summary:

You said, 'I love you.'

Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.

— Jeanette Winterson

The story of Atsumu and Kiyoomi in five acts.

Snippet:

Kiyoomi is not a blatant man, as Atsumu will soon learn.

He loves in the shadows, and softens in the privacy of an empty room. When he steals kisses from Atsumu, they’re fleeting and private. When he touches him, it’s the barest of brushes to the arch of Atsumu’s cheek that leave Atsumu earthed to his spot with so much longing coursing through him that he can barely move.

Kiyoomi’s smiles are reserved for him, tender and secret. Atsumu cherishes them, tastes them on the tip of his tongue, and allows Kiyoomi to bury them against his skin.

So Atsumu learns to steal from Kiyoomi; his smiles, his touches, his kisses, and marvells that only he can do that.

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SakuAtsu | dressing you ft CEO Atsumu and Assistant Omi | Rated T

Atsumu’s day starts with coffee, and one of his brother’s onigiri if he’s lucky enough to have a few minutes to spare.

Except, today of all days, he accidentally sleeps in, and wakes up less than thirty minutes before his morning meeting with his staff.

And what kind of CEO would he be if tardiness is the example he’s setting?

Not that coffee is negotiable. Never.

Atsumu without coffee is not something he’d like to inflict on society before 9 a.m., he values his reputation, thank you very much.

Luckily, there’s a Starbucks two streets across his company where the staff are friendly enough that he’s certain they’ll make an exception when he cuts through the queue in a hurry.

But perhaps the gods have marked this day as a ‘fuck you Miya Atsumu’ holiday for their enjoyment. Because as Atsumu strides directly to the cashier, he’s smoothly derailed by a tall, dark haired man who glares at him over his mask.

He’s dressed in a crisp dark suit, his curls immaculately styled. The man clears his throat as he points a condescending finger over his shoulder. “Perhaps you can’t see, but the queue starts there.”

Atsumu ignores him. Even though it’s undignified. “Hi, Sho-kun. I’m late for my meeting, can I get my usual? Put it on the company tab.”

Then, as he stares the other man down, he pulls out a fifty dollar bill and slips it to the orange haired barista. “For your troubles,” he says sweetly. “Put his coffee on the tab too.”

He leaves the handsome, dark haired stranger to stare in stunned silence at his retreating back.

Atsumu receives his coffee in less than five minutes, and is on his way without further incident.

He has about three minutes to spare as he dashes to his office.

“Morning Yachi-san!” he throws over his shoulder, slipping into his office to grab his presentation notes.

Yachi is waiting for him at his office door to hand him a folder. “Your new assistant starts today, make sure you meet up with him after this meeting.”

Atsumu barely has time to glance at the resume now that he’s run out of time.

He makes it at 9 a.m. on the dot, and ignores his twin’s quiet snort at his undoubtedly harried expression.

Atsumu clears his throat, tweaking his tie and gathering all the dignity he has left to greet everyone. “Mornin’ boys and girls, I’ll keep today’s meeting short, I know ya’ll have deadlines.”

“What’s this, ninth grade?” he hears Suna mutter under his breath.

“Since some of you are ever so eager,” Atsumu snarks, eyes sliding to Suna. “Why don’t we start with ya, Sunarin?”

The dirty look Suna sends him improves his day by at least 20%.

*

Atsumu has nearly forgotten about meeting his new assistant, which is why he stops in his tracks upon entering his office to find it already occupied.

There’s a man shuffling the papers on Atsumu’s desk.

“Whoa, ya wanna steal from me over a coffee?”

The stranger from earlier stiffens, and straightens with a look of mild horror in his dark eyes. “I—what—no—?”

“Lemme guess,” Atsumu laughs, realisation dawning on him. He opens the folder in his hand to glimpse the photo of his assistant—the same man that now stands before him—with an impressive list of past accomplishments. “Ah. Yer indeed my new assistant, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Sakusa is silent for a moment. Atsumu watches him go through the five stages of grief in a record time of thirty seconds. “… you only just looked at my CV?”

“Hey, try bein’ as busy as me,” Atsumu huffs, shutting the file and casting it aside.

He unbuttons his suit jacket to hang it on his clothes tree stand.

When he faces Sakusa again, the other man seems to have arrived at some stage beyond acceptance that Atsumu has no name for. Resignation? “Am I fired?” Sakusa finally asks, looking him in the eye.

Atsumu’s eyebrows shoot up. “Uh? Ya just got here.”

“But before…”

“Ah,” Atsumu laughs again. “Don’t be silly. I ain’t that petty.”

He thinks he hears Sakusa let out a relieved exhale. “Okay… well. I was just organising your desk.”

“I dunno Omi-Omi-san, looked like ya were intent on setting my things on fire earlier,” Atsumu jests, watching with gleeful satisfaction the way Sakusa bristles at the nickname.

“What did you just call me?”

“Omi-Omi-san? Sakusa is a mouthful, and as ya can see I’m a busy man. Gotta keep it short. Now, grab those notes and follow me. We got much to cover my prickly assistant.”

He doesn’t wait for Sakusa to express any further indignation, breezing out of his office with an air of satisfaction. Take that, vengeful gods. It’s a ‘fuck you, sincerely, Miya Atsumu’ day.

*

If Kiyoomi is trying to get fired, Atsumu won’t give him the satisfaction.

Even as he chokes on a mouthful of battery-acid coffee. “ACK—the hell is this?!”

Kiyoomi is the picture of innocence. “Coffee, of course.”

“This ain’t coffee, this is expired diesel,” Atsumu hacks into a crumbled tissue. “Are ya trying ta kill me?”

Kiyoomi widens his eyes. “Miya-san, I could never.”

“It’s Atsumu. At-su-mu, how slow are ya? It’s been two months.” He narrows his eyes at Kiyoomi.

“I have gotten quiet forgetful,” Kiyoomu muses, as if tempting Atsumu to terminate his contract. “It’s gotten very busy around here.”

“Perhaps I should write it on a sticky note and glue it to yer forehead,” Atsumu says blithely, reaching for his sticky notes in warning.

Kiyoomi raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, Atsumu-san, got it.”

“Thought so,” Atsumu huffed, reaching into his drawer to pull out his car keys. “Catch.”

Kiyoomi does, quite easily, but his eyes widens when he sees the Bentley logo. “Uh?”

“Yer driving today,” Atsumu says. “I have to tweak the presentation on the way. Then we’re getting ya a respectable suit for tonight’s gala.”

Kiyoomi looks down at his attire, brows furrowing attractively. “What’s wrong with this one…?”

Atsumu gives him a weird look. “I’m not taking ya to a gala wearing a 200$ rip off Armani suit, Omi-Omi.”

The look of surprise on Kiyoomi’s face is hilarious. “You could tell it’s an Armani?”

“A copy design,” Atsumu emphasise. “And of course I could, who do ya take me for?”

Honestly, what kind of boss does Kiyoomi think Atsumu is? He interrogates him on his way to their meeting. “What salary were you offered?”

“Excuse me?” Kiyoomi glances at the rearview mirror in surprise. “… don’t you decide these things?”

“I leave the details to Yachi,” Atsumu says dismissively. “We have a set range though.”

Kiyoomi is silent for a moment. “I was offered a 75,000$ per year contract.”

“Mhm.” Atsumu makes a noncommittal noise. “Explains the suit.”

He ignores Kiyoomi’s narrowed glare, finalising his notes.

Later, as Atsumu directs Kiyoomi to their next destination, he emails Yachi to get a new dress on the company tab when she responds with what she’s planning to wear, and Atsumu discovers it’s a dress she donned last year.

They’re a respectable company, goddamn it. There’ll be media coverage, and Atsumu won’t be caught dead with his assistances in unfashionable or outdated outfits.

Not when almost half of his income comes from the occasional modelling shoots he does for famous brands.

Kiyoomi trails him silently into one of the Tom Ford branches Atsumu frequents for his events, beginning to look slightly nervous the deeper into the shop Atsumu leads him. “You look like an all-black aesthetic type of guy,” Atsumu muses, glancing at some of the displayed suits.

“Ah, Miya-san!” One of the store’s attendants perks up, and Atsumu smiles beatifically at the familiar face, discreetly glancing at her name tag. “Kiyoko-san, lovely to see you again.”

She’s wearing a polite smile. “How can I help you?”

“I would like to get my assistant outfitted. Classic dark overalls, preferably a Shelton tuxedo.” Atsumu takes a thorough look at Kiyoomi, allowing himself for the first time to note his slender frame, the elegant stretch of his neck and the delicate paleness of his skin. “I’m thinkin’ with a rollneck sweater and leather loafers. I’ll be pickin’ the accessories.”

“Excellent choice, Miya-san,” Kiyoko says as she too, surveys Kiyoomi.

A blush creeps over the edge of his mask at their dual perusal.

“And what would you like for yourself?” Kiyoko turns back to him.

“I’m thinking of slim-fit navy velvet,” Atsumu decides, trying not to smile as Kiyoomi shuffles discreetly, looking more and more reluctant by the minute. “Preferably a Shelton. A double-cuff shirt, and a silk pocket square. I’ll leave the rest to your expertise.”

Kiyoko calls another employee to take over outfitting Kiyoomi.

“Your dressing room will see you now,” Kiyoko tells Atsumu, leading him in over chrome and thick-ply carpeting to the second floor.

It takes them about an hour, with Atsumu making adjustments to his apparel and checking on Kiyoomi.

Every time he sees him, Atsumu’s mouth dries a little. He’s tempted to forget about the gala just to play dress up and doll Kiyoomi up with every style of tux he can think off.

The all-black suits him immaculately. He looks even taller than his 190 centimetres, intimidating in a serious business-manner. And most importantly, it’s striking enough against his skin that he catches the eye without trying,

Subtle and classy but screaming expensive, just like Atsumu likes it.

Kiyoomi looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself as Atsumu makes him turn around and check the fit.

“Gorgeous,” Atsumu remarks, smoothing out the lapels of Kiyoomi’s jacket and relishing in the bright blush that burns over his now naked face.

It’s a crime, Atsumu muses, to hide such beauty from the world.

Kiyoomi clears his throat, lowering his voice. “Isn’t this a bit much?”

“Nonsense,” Atsumu says, then turns to Kiyoko. “We’ll take it.”

Kiyoomi’s breath catches as Kiyoko leaves. “Um. Miya—Atsumu-san. How much—how much is that suit?”

Kiyoko’s assistant pipes up from behind them. “That’ll be 9000 dollars with the loafers.”

To his unadulterated amazement, Kiyoomi looks three shades paler as he hisses. “I—what—that’s—that’s more than an entire month’s salary!”

“Hey, hey,” Atsumu laughs. “It’s on me my prickly urchin, relax.”

Kiyoomi is shaking his head. “It’s too much, I can’t possibly accept—“

“Are you saying no to your boss, Omi-Omi?” Atsumu raises a challenging eyebrow, and Kiyoomi falls silent.

Finally, he says, quietly, “why?”

“I told ya, I won’t be caught dead with a fake suit, Omi-Omi.”

“Still…” Kiyoomi protests, looking down at his suit again. “It’s just…”

“Eh, I can afford it,” Atsumu shrugs. “Sides…” he lets his eyes trail down Kiyoomi’s body. “It’s fun to dress ya. I should do it more often.”

Kiyoomi’s face goes red, and Atsumu laughs again.

He has an inkling that he just acquired a new favourite hobby.

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