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Meet the Contributor: Deijinn!!

Name: Pixie Writing Pseud: Deijinn Top 3 Sakura Pairings: KakaSaku, GaaSaku, ShikaSaku Social Media Links: Ao3 PFP Credits: stingcunha

Give one piece of advice to your fellow writers. Unless you plan to professionally write, just enjoy writing your story for you Gloves, mittens, or bare fingers? Why?Fingerless gloves. I need that dexterity but i also want to retain some heat.

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Day 25: Tinsel

Author: Deijinn Pairing: GaaSaku Additional Tags: Rope Bondage, Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Modern AU, Subspace, BDSM, Orgasm Denial Word Count: 1000

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Accompanying art by @mayskalih!!

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Day 4: Stranded

Author: Deijinn Pairing: ShinoSaku Additional Tags: Foreplay, Slow Sex, Handjobs, Couch Sex, Trans Character Word Count: 999

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Day 8: Peppermint

Author: Deijinn Pairing: ChouSaku Additional Tags: Modern AU, Office Party Sex, Don't Get Caught, Fingering, Body Worship Word Count: 994

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Day 6: Midnight

Author: @deijinn

Pairing: KankSaku

Additional Tags: Fingering, Pillow Riding, Toys, Edging

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Sakura's blush deepened as a large hand ran up her spine, her rhythm sputtering as a calloused palm wrapped loosely around her neck.

"What a vision to welcome me, Doc." She bucked against her toy, the rumble of his voice hitting deep within her core.

"I-I thought you'd--" her voice wavered as his fingers bullied her own from her folds, continuing the desperate rhythm she had started. Her brows creased as she struggled to finish a simple thought.

"Be here later?" Kankuro offered. He chuckled as a long moan escaped her lips. He pressed himself closer to her, the hardness against her hip unmistakable. "I told you I'd be home by Christmas." His fingers slid from her neck to her chin, guiding her head to the clock that was hanging by the doorframe.

Midnight.

"I'm a man of my word, Blossom."

Lips were pressed to her ear and Sakura felt sweat bead on her brow as his hungry fingers pressed incessantly against her clit. Her head fell back on his shoulder as he let her go of her chin, hand roaming to her breast. His hands, rough and scarred from years of manipulating chakra, rasped against her nipple. She shuddered as a whole new round of goosebumps rose across her skin.

"I missed you." She breathed, head turning to nuzzle herself into his neck. He smelled like Suna: dry earth, heady spices. The heat of the sun. She could drown in it. Her hand snaked its way up his shoulder to tangle itself firmly in his mop of brunette hair.

The growl she was rewarded with made her toes curl.

"I missed you too, Sakura." Her name on his lips had her mouthing desperate kisses to anything she could reach, swiping her tongue against his collarbone. He tasted of sweat- hers or his, she couldn't tell. She must've looked wrecked already, what with starting this nearly fifteen minutes prior to his arrival, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. His fingers felt like fire on her skin, blazing trails.

She needed him closer, needed his scent to overwhelm her, needed his touch to erase the last two months without him. The feral sound he made snapped her eyes open, her fingers detangling from his hair as he maneuvered her, chest to the pillow she was currently riding.

"Uh-uh, you little minx," Kankuro tutted softly at the defiant noise she made. "It's been too long, and I want you shaking apart at the seams before I take you."

Her hips followed his fingertips, back arching obscenely to present her dripping core to him. She tossed long hair across her shoulder, green eyes stormy with need. They followed his hand as he reached for the wand buzzing loudly against the pillow before finally locking with his.

"That might take-" Sakura's voice died in her throat as he slotted the vibratory firmly against her clit.

"All night?" Kankuro suggested wickedly. "I'm banking on it, Sugar."

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Meet the Contributor: Deijinn!

Links: Ao3 

What do we call you? Deijinn

What are your top 3 Sakura pairings? GaaSaku, LeeSaku, KakaSaku

What is your favorite holiday food/drink? Peppermint flavored EVERYTHING

What has been the most fun part of this event for you? Coming up with fun/smutty things with my best friends. It's been a while since I've written much of anything, and it's been a fun journey.

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Day 21: Gifts

Author: @deijinn

Pairing: ShikaSakuNeji

Additional Tags: Threesome, spitroasting, abuse of Kage Mane no Jutsu, mlm (kissing), facefucking, double penetration

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Shikamaru watched with wicked satisfaction as his fingers tangled with Neji’s in the dip of Sakura’s back, his slow, steady thrusts mirrored perfectly by the Hyuuga. His eyes drifted across the red velvet ribbons criss-crossing across Neji’s arm, up muscular shoulders to where his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Dark eyes met pale purple and the Nara grinned at the salacious look that flickered across his boyfriend's face.  The darkness spread further into the corners of the room as they both simultaneously backed off from their pace, much to the protest of their lover. Shikamaru’s hand reached down to cup Sakura’s chin, raising her gaze to his. Her pupils were blown, eyes half lidded as she struggled to meet his eyes. She looked positively wrecked, face flushed and chest heaving. His grin morphed into a smirk as his thumb glided across her bottom lip, wiping away the string of saliva that still connected her to him. Shikamaru fingers traced the silken green ribbon that adorned Sakura’s neck, his cock twitching. His eyes narrowed before he looked to his partners. “Color?” He hardly recognized his own voice, gravelly with need.  “Green.” Came the raspy reply of Sakura, voice wrecked from his cock. He huffed, amused at the hurried nod of agreement that shortly followed from Neji. Neji had never been one for verbal communication. The shadows took form, slithering up Sakura’s arms, opening her mouth once more for his waiting cock. In tandem, Shikamaru and Neji lined up and slowly sheathed themselves back into the waiting heat of Sakura’s body. He leaned over, teeth bared in a cocky grin as his lover met him in the middle. He could feel the warmth radiating from Neji's lips as Sakura’s obscene moan was choked off. "Use your words, baby boy. What's your color?" Shikamaru teased, watching Neji's jaw clench tight in response. He reached up, tanned fingers tucking thick black strands behind a pale ear gingerly before cradling his head in his hand. His grin stretched further as Neji mirrored his actions perfectly. "Tell me what you want, pretty bird." He shuddered, breath tickling the Nara's nose. "Green. I'm green. Now kiss me you ass-- oh fuck."  Shikamaru growled, capturing Neji's lips with his own, teeth nipping slightly chapped skin. The man had always known how to bury himself under his skin, for better or worse. There were few people in the village who could challenge him intellectually, so when Neji showed his penchant for philosophy and battle strategy, Shikamaru had been intrigued. His fist tangled in blush-colored locks as a tongue dipped into the valley of his sac, shooting a bolt of pleasure up his spine. Her throat massaged him, expertly fighting against her gag reflex and his mind flashed back to the gift tag they had hung on the bedroom door. A gift for you, it had read. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as her nose nuzzled itself against his pubic bone. What a gift indeed.

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Hey friend! Im curious about you jjk my shadow. My star wip for the wip game!

(curious about my WIPs?)

Oooooh this is another old one! So I've been in love with Karliene's song Desire and Fear for fucking aaaaaages and especially when it comes to writing mages, right? And when I started this I was fresh off of both a JJK and Ancient Magus Bride rewatch, itching to do an AMB au for SOMETHING, and so I decided I wanted to do a SukuFushi au!

There's a line in the first verse ("you are my shadow and my star") that I think really fits the dynamic I wanted to capture between Sukuna and Megumi - that knowledge/realization that neither (in the context of the au) was truly good or truly evil, that they both have the potential to make each other MUCH worse if they don't grow with one another.

I got like a thousand words in before falling off due to other commitments and now that I haven't interacted with JJK in ages I'm not sure if this one will actually come to fruition, but have a snippet from the beginning:

The shadows have eyes. Dark, beady gazes follow — and have followed, for as long as he can remember — Fushiguro Megumi as he’s led through a dimly lit holding area. Metal weighs heavy around his neck, the chain connected to the collar clinking with every step. He keeps his head down, because the intensity of the shadows’ stares is much more acute here underground. Large glass tubes line the hall on both sides, filled with all manner of creatures. Some look almost human, just a few degrees away from what is good, what is normal.  (As though anything in his life has ever been normal — normal is for better, more deserving people.) The rest hold beasts of all shapes and sizes, ranging from small, animal-like beings to enormous horrors that thrash against the boundaries of their confines.  Darkness nips at his heels and he stumbles forward, away from the gnashing teeth of the skittering shadows that break away from the rest.  “Careful,” the man holding his chain says. His voice is quiet, placating, as though Megumi is just another part of the menagerie. “We can’t have you getting injured just before your debut.” What does it matter? Megumi wants to snap. Why do you care? He says nothing.