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brian-drawing · 7 months

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24/09/2023.Urashiki Otsutsuki Karma fanart.

el diseño de Urashiki es malisimo...me intereso bastante el rinnegan azul.

me inspire en la transformacion de momoshiki.

#drawing #art #fanart #digital art #digital illustration #anime #my artwork #drawing practice #boruto naruto next generations #boruto uzumaki #urashiki otsutsuki #naruto

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iantoyawrites · 10 months

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It's been awhile since I posted anything so...

Here you go.

Naked cuddles until their clothes arrive. I did Ura's face (including painting it white) and hair, and Gaara's Boruto-era hair. Bodies are a Peach Nendoroid man and a Piccodo Pure White 10.

I already lost Gaara's extra hands so he only has a fist for that hand. *sob*

#Custom #nendoroid #obitsu11 #ball jointed doll #Bjd #Naruto Rare Pair #nudity #urashiki otsutsuki #urashiki ootsutsuki #urashiki #Gaara #kazekage gaara #uragaa #urashiki x gaara #custom doll #yaoi #Fanwork

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fandomship7u7 · 1 year

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Urashiki y Mirai

#urashiki otsutsuki #Mirai Sarutobi #fanart ship #urashiki y mirai

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toneriisbae · 1 year

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Top 3 Otsutsukis

1. Toneri

10/10 I love him. He’s so pretty. Also him turning his life around to protect humans even tho his childhood dream was to be friends with them on Earth. He protected them from afar . . .

Also I noticed he is described very generously:

“Floating soundlessly above it, a man, resplendent with white hair and raiment, spoke in hushed tones to nobody in particular.“ (x)

2. Urashiki

Also 10/10 this is my man. His playful personality contrasts nicely with Momo. Although, I don’t like his dub voice. It’s not bad, it just doesn’t fit him.

I love his stupid fishing pole

3. Momoshiki

9/10 I really like him he’s prettyyy and he looks like a bunny. I like his veil thingy lol.

I can’t explain it but anime Momo feels like a pouty teenager and manga Momo feels more like a cool and serious villain.

@randomcrap13 I found what ur talking abt. Screenshots from Solo Sniper on Quora:

Apparently, he’s not just pretty, he’s GORGEOUS. You can kind of tell by his design that he was meant to be elegant and beautiful but damn. I feel like the anime makes him look pretty and cute, but I feel like they overdid his eyeliner lololol. The manga just looks more beautiful and stunning, the anime had to tone him down lmao.

Also I can’t be the only one who thinks there is a connection between the Otsutsuki and beauty. All the powerful clans that have more Otsutsuki blood are pretty good looking. Hinata, Neji, Kushina, Hashirama, Tobirama, most of the Uchiha. The Otsutsuki themselves are really pretty, especially Momo, Urashiki, and Toneri.

#boruto #toneri otsutsuki #urashiki otsutsuki #momoshiki otsutsuki

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alulaspeaks · 3 months

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Naruto fic: Nindo

Relationships: Naruto/Sasuke & Sasuke/Sakura Rating: Mature Tags: Canon-typical violence, body horror, unresolved romantic tension, canon-divergence, mission fic Length: 9,500 words Summary: On Sasuke's mission to track down Otsutsuki Urashiki, he encounters something truly alien and nearly loses his life. The results bring something unspoken into the light and challenge a shaken Naruto’s resolve to honor his ninja way, but Sasuke has his own nindo and he won’t let Naruto falter.

Fic excerpt:

The Hokage’s floor is strangely empty. Not even Shikamaru is around—probably stepped out to gather more paperwork for Naruto to fill out—so Sasuke lets himself into Naruto’s office.

Naruto’s head shoots up as soon as the door opens. “Sasuke,” he breathes as he looks him up and down. “Sasuke,” he says again. And this time it’s different. Like it was last night, certain and full of promise. Among the horror of the creature, and the thing he did not let himself think about, Sasuke remembers the feeling of Naruto at his back, the intimacy of his chakra washing over him. How many times now have they stood back to back in battle, shared their chakra? He should be used to it by now. He is, and he never will be.

Naruto sets down his papers and stands from his chair, his face determined. Sasuke knows at once what Naruto is thinking. If Sasuke’s instincts had not brought him to Naruto’s doorstep, he would probably be dead, body rotting somewhere in the desert between Konoha and Suna. It would crush Naruto. They both know it. The thought alone would be enough to make Naruto take risks he shouldn’t. Say things he shouldn’t.

Sasuke’s heart leaps, pulse hammering in his chest. His hand feels strangely numb. So much time between them, so much hard-earned understanding, but still this thing they have never voiced. Sasuke doesn’t know what will happen if they do, only that the consequence would crush Naruto, too.

Continue on AO3

#narusasu #sasunaru #naruto fic #sns fic #uchiha sasuke #for the daytime crowd

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misttiddies · 9 months

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@otsutsukievent late entry for the prompts 'modern au' and 'fantasy'! momoshiki and boruto are both menaces in this one

#momoshiki otsutsuki #urashiki otsutsuki #toneri otsutsuki #boruto uzumaki #otsutsukiweek

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theunkown-yachirusan · 7 months

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Chapter 3

The Crimson Moon

3rd person's P.o.v :

As the first round was starting and everyone watching in anticipation and fear an another occurrence is happening within the shadows of Valhalla. Slayers, assassins and Shinobis gathered everywhere watching of any suspicious or a surprise attack to end someones or rather kill a Gods life. It might seems impossible but it was possible to Demons now.

"ARGHH WHY WE'RE NOT GOING AGAINST THOSE GODS!?!??" Hidan roared in anger, he is so pissed of not being able to participate in the Ragnarok.

With him is Kakuzu,deidara and sasori flying around Valhalla and is far enough not to be notice by any Gods.

"You should stop complaining it's annoying hm" Deidara only replied, though it was clear as day that if the association participated not only they will be able to defeat the Gods, but their and the associations identity...somewhat....

Hidan just grumbled to himself, he honestly want to kill those Gods for their decision. Kakuzu has been looking after Hidan and seeing how he wants to participate badly.

Kakuzu cant help but sigh "It's not only you brat, you should know that everyone has the same thought".

Hidan looks at Kakuzu and as usual he is right. Hidan knows and knows Kakuzu is right, but at the thought of killing a God makes him feel.

...

At the halls of Valhalla

Two figures can be seen walking nowhere. Having the eyes that can see through anything is sure a advantage.

They thought of the same thing when they were alive...'Such family we came,that these eyes can see through but not throughly'

Akira and Umeki Hyuga

Short introduction :

Akira and Umeki Hyuga are Neji,Hinata and hanabi's Uncle and Auntie and they participated both at 3rd great ninja war and 4th Great ninja war. Akira and Umeki both was killed by two different Otsutsuki. Akira died at the hands of Momoshiki, died to protect the kages from him. Umeki died at the hands of Urashiki saving Boruto and Naruto when they time travelled.

Back to them

Umeki's P.o.v :

Me and my brother are suppose to be patrolling right about now, my brother should be patrolling at the Philippines Pantheon and I should be patrolling around here in Valhalla. But we do sense the demons but it was nice if it's going to be a surprise attack and for everyone to be not worry. I have informed them of the demons were outside and at the stands. To which Y/n and the others was annoyed about us. You see even if I'm a kind of person who is a modest, I can show too a crazy side of me.

But right now me and my brother was just joking around but then things gone serious when he tell me...

"I will have to talk to Brunhilde and Y/n about my match" Akira my younger brother of 3hrs told me.

My eyes widened to what he said, it was clear that one of the few rules of our association is to not reveal our identities. And yet my brother is ready to disobey 'Her'. I grabbed my brother's shoulders suddenly.

"What?! Are you Crazy?! Our true identities and what we are will blow our covers!!" I said in a hush and shocked tone.

I can see it to my brother, the willingness, I know this gaze this was the gaze he will always give me whenever he was about to do something.

"I don't want Adam to participate, I want to be the one to fight for him, for everyone" he said.

And that was 1hr ago and I left him be and do it. It's not that I do not care, but I have a lot of trust in him that he will win this....We just have to wait until they show up.......and until my brother starts to get 'Kuro'.....

"Oh well, time to go we don't want to gain attention of a certain Norse god after all" I just sighed

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror odin #ror thor #ror loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror adam #ror jack the ripper #ror kojiro sasaki #ror poseidon #lu bu record of ragnarok #naruto shippuden #akatsuki #hokage naruto

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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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Fuckable game, here's a handful

Urashiki

Udon

Momoshiki

Rock Lee (Boruto era)

Urashiki Otsutsuki

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

He's got that smartass energy that I like, but I just...I don't know? I'm conflicted.

He's hot tho, so there's that.

Udon Ise

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Legit the first thing I said when I saw Boruto era Udon was: HOLY FUCK WHEN DID UDON GET HOT

One of the best glow ups in Boruto imo.

He's 100% a sub tho. No question.

Momoshiki Otsutsuki

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

No. No no no. Absolutely not. No.

To clarify, he's pretty. I won't deny that.

But I despise him with every fiber of my being.

Rock Lee (Boruto era)

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

I know some people aren't into Lee's Boruto design. Fine with me.

That means I get Lee's arms all to myself.

and the rest of him obviously but goddamn this man's arms are 🔥

Thanks for the asks, iantoya! <3

Is this character fuckable?

#ask nightingale #iantoya #sexy no jutsu #minors dni #not sfw #nsft #Urashiki #Udon Ise #Momoshiki #Rock Lee #long post

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Late Night Greetings

Commission for @iantoya for Gaara X Urashiki with an unexpected visit after one of their fights <3 Thank you so much for this commission. It was interesting to write this pairing, and to do all the research I did for Urashiki (who I have never interacted with before this fic). It was a wild ride and I enjoyed every minute of writing it <3

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Cool night air brushes against his face. High in the sky, the moon hovers, watching down on the earth as it always has. Playing guardian to a world full of helpless people. Just a few days ago Gaara thought that the best protection that the earth had was here. He had firmly believed that the danger his world faced was over.

How wrong he’d been.

“You can’t let it get to you. We’ll figure out how to beat them.” Kankuro tried to offer support, but Gaara pulled away. Closed his brother out for the first time since they were children, determined to work through this issue on his own.

The wind blew through his hair, shifting that carefully sculpted style he had worked so hard to repair and returning it to its basic form. Unkempt, free to dance against his forehead to the wind’s tune. “Is this really what it has come to?” His words fly out into the empty air. No ears to hear them. No mouth to respond to them. A private question between himself and the night. “Have we finally found an enemy that we can’t beat?”

The battle hadn’t even been fair. Although Chojuro and he had stood their ground, defending themselves from the attacker, it felt more like a one-sided dance. Every move the Otsutsuki made they would have to guard against. There was little room for them to attack, and even when they did it failed to work.

Still, they stood their ground. Both of them were ready and willing to give their lives if need be to protect their world. To guard those who were unable to guard themselves.

“I’m sure if Naruto was here…” Shaking the thought out of his head he sighs. It isn’t Naruto’s job to protect them. As the Kazekage he has promised to keep his village and the people he cared about safe. To rely on someone who has their own village and child to protect is both unreasonable and pathetic.

Naruto cannot always be there to save him. Yet, at times like this, he wishes his friend was here. Perhaps then the Otsutsuki would have retreated sooner. At the very least the fight would have felt less one-sided.

“The next time they attack, we’ll have to be prepared.” When the next attack will be they didn’t know. The Otsutsuki have already proven to be rather unpredictable, which means they have to be on high alert at all times. “I can’t allow him to escape again.”

“You can’t allow it?” A voice speaks behind him, laughing when Gaara’s sand comes up to defend him only to strike at nothing but empty air. “Who’s to say you have a choice?” Although there is no one behind him, Gaara can sense a presence nearby. A companion in his solitude who is both unexpected and unwelcome.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is calm, but there is fear bubbling inside of him. Earlier he had faced off against the Otsutsuki with Chojuro at his side. Now, he is alone. Kankuro is in bed, Temari lives in Konoha, and although Baki is a talented shinobi he isn’t on the same level as a Kage.

A Kage who has, frankly, not done all that well in the battle, to begin with.

“Ah, do you not take visitors at this hour?” Straining his eyes, Gaara clenches his teeth when he sees the outline of the Otsutsuki’s portal in the night sky. Although it was an easy thing to see during the day, it blends into the night sky. “I’d apologize, but let’s be honest”—a frame appears suddenly. Blinding white clothes and skin shining like a beacon against the black sky. One second he is hovering in the air, looking down on Gaara, the next, he is directly in front of him. A twisted smile on his face and a white hand reaching out towards him—“there’s little you can do to stop me.”

Gaara steps back, avoiding that hand stretched out towards him. “It’s rather rude to attack during the nighttime,” he states, eyes glued on the hand now hovering between them. “If I battle you here I’ll end up waking the villagers from their slumber.”

That smile twists a bit more, a cruel expression setting into the man’s eyes. “Fight?” he asks in an innocent tone that contradicts his facial expression. “Why do you think I’m here to fight?”

A ridiculous question. All the Otsutsuki have wanted to do since their arrival is fight. Their only goal is to collect the tailed beasts’ chakra, specifically the nine tails. If there is anything else that they enjoy doing, Gaara isn’t aware of it.

“If you’re not here to fight…” His eyes travel down his opponent’s body, stopping at his hand. Still stretched out towards him it hovers there. Not reaching further, but not retracting either. A constant presence in his space that’s both dangerous and non-threatening at the same time. “Then why are you here?”

“So many questions.” Closing his hand, he extends a finger toward Gaara. “Fine, I’ll answer your question if you answer mine.”

At this moment, faced against an opponent who is rather dull-witted at times but still incredibly strong compared to him, all Gaara can do is stand there and wait. If he attempts a fight his village will be in danger because of his rash judgment.

There is a time for fighting and a time for entertaining. Right now is the latter.

“Alright then,” he agrees, keeping his eyes on the hand now pointing at him. “What is your question?”

The smile drops off his guest’s face and his eyes widen with surprise. As if he wasn’t expecting Gaara to accept his terms. “You”—he tsks, giving his head a shake—“mortals. I thought you were rather dull creatures. Incapable of keeping up with the power of the Otsutsuki clan. It appears I was only partially right.”

“Dull? That’s an interesting phrase to hear from you,” Gaara fires back. “Are you bitter that I caught you off guard in our battle?”

The jab hits its mark. With a scowl on his face, Gaara’s opponent lifts his hand and pokes his forehead, right where the word ‘Love’ is tattooed into his skin.

“Why does it say that?” he asks, delivering a question Gaara has not prepared himself for. “Why does it say ‘Love’? That’s not the name the other mortal used for you.”

Gaara raises an eyebrow. “Name? Why would it be my name?” he responds with a question of his own.

His opponent huffs. “What else would you put on your skin?” he fires back with another question. “If you are going to put something on your skin, why not put your name so your opponents know whose hands they will meet their end to? Though, I guess that’s pointless for a mortal like you.” Retracting his hand he sneered down at Gaara. “A mortal like you could never beat someone in battle. You’re so tiny and pathetic.”

Tiny and pathetic. That was not how most people would describe Gaara. Terms he was far more used to hearing were ‘monster’ and ‘murderer’, though those words hadn’t been used against him since the Fourth Great Shinobi War.

“For someone so tiny and pathetic, I seem to have dealt a rather painful blow to you earlier.” He keeps his voice calm, but there is a spike of pride in his own heart when his opponent grimaces at the reminder. “You escaped of course, but you also ran away rather quickly.”

“I did not run away!” his opponent snaps. “I made a tactical retreat.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying ‘running away’.” Gaara wouldn’t usually taunt his opponent. It’s something he has never found an interest in and left to others, but in moments like this, he can see the appeal. The way the man’s eyes narrow in anger. The visible clench of his teeth as he bites back a retort that might earn him another painful reminder of his failure to defeat Gaara and Chojuro as easily as he would have wished.

It’s rather exciting to see. Gaara might not be able to beat him in a battle if it comes down to it, but he has the comfort of knowing he outclasses his opponent in a match of wits.

“You—“ Stepping forward, he looms over Gaara. Staring down at him with angry white eyes. “I could crush you.”

“But you haven’t,” Gaara argues. “So, it’s my turn to ask my question. That was our deal was it not?”

Those cold, angry eyes glare at him. Burrowing into his soul as he stands there waiting. Then, as if there had been no anger at all, his opponent laughs. “Fine,” he agrees. “You can ask your question, mortal.”

Gaara doesn’t dwell on the fact that he never actually answered the man’s question. There are too many questions he has. So many holes in the information he has, and a small window of opportunity to fill them.

“Why are you here?” He scolds himself for wasting his opportunity to gather intel in favour of such a ridiculous question, but he can’t help but ask. If there’s something of gain for the enemy here he needs to know so that he can protect it.

“Ah!” The man’s face lights up. “An interesting question. I have nothing to gain here, no tactical plans. If you’re worried that I might attack your puny village for something you may relax. I have no desire to fight tonight.”

There’s too much excitement in his voice for Gaara’s comfort.

“If you’re not here to fight, then why are you here?” Gaara questions, frowning when the man holds up a hand.

“You get two questions but you still haven’t answered the question I posed to you?” Leaning in, he hovers just in front of Gaara’s face. Close enough that Gaara can feel his breath against his face. “How is that fair, mortal?”

“I didn’t realize we were playing by the rules this time,” Gaara admits. “I apologize. What was your question again?”

Feigning ignorance earns him a rather unimpressed glare, but it’s a look that doesn’t linger for long. Dismissing the emotion rather quickly, his visitor smirks. “This.” He points back at the tattoo on Gaara’s forehead. “Why is the word ‘Love’ written there? If you’re not going to put your name there for your enemies to see, why put love?”

It’s a question Gaara is all too familiar with. Kankuro had been the first to ask years ago when he changed the word on his forehead. Temari came next, her question demanding a clearer explanation than Kankuro’s. Naruto never asked about the change, but he had complimented Gaara on it, saying that ‘Love’ was a word that fit him a lot better than ‘hatred’.

“It’s the path I want to follow.” He sighs when his words are greeted with an unconvinced expression. “When I was young I allowed myself to fall into darkness and hatred. A friend was able to reach out and pull me from the path I was headed down, redirecting me to a better one. A path paved by love and friendship. I wear this tattoo to remind myself of that.”

The explanation is usually met with awe and wonder, but today the response that he receives is very different. Disgust. It’s the only word he can think of to describe the twisted look on the other man’s face.

“Love and friendship.” Tapping his finger against the tattoo, he growls. “What pathetic ideals. Though, I guess that’s to be expected with a mortal. Such puny creatures.” Even as he speaks down to Gaara, insulting the very ideal that has helped him push through some of his hardest struggles, he stays. Not moving away even an inch, hovering there directly in front of Gaara.

Gaara can’t help but wonder why.

“You said you have no desire to fight today,” he whispers, staring into angry white eyes. “So, why are you here? If your purpose is not to fight, then what is it?”

Silence lingers between them as his opponent debates the question, weighing it in his mind while continuing to hover directly in front of Gaara. Close enough to attack if the Kazekage so wishes, or to kiss.

He’s surprised by that second thought, but now that it’s in his mind he can’t stop returning to it. His eyes fall to the other man’s lips, watching them as they curl upwards into another cruel smile. It should be a warning. A wordless message for Gaara to step back and prepare himself for a fight.

He doesn’t.

Even when a hand reaches out towards him he continues to stand there. When fingers begin to curl into the front of his shirt, yanking him forward so he’s not just inches away from his opponent’s face, he simply stares. Waiting to see what will happen next.

“Mortals are so bland,” his opponent grumbles. “To think that I, Otsutsuki Urashiki, would be bested even for a second by someone so puny is insulting. I have powers you cannot even imagine.”

“So kill me,” Gaara dares him, keeping his calm disposition. “If I have insulted you so much, Urashiki—”

The words are stolen from his mouth. Whisked away in an instance when Urashiki slams his lips against Gaara’s in a hot, heavy kiss. It’s sloppy and awkward; there’s a demand for dominance on Urashiki’s side that Gaara doesn’t fight against.

It’s nothing like the kisses Gaara has read about in stories. There are no tender face touches or feelings of fireworks going off in his heart. This is the kiss of an enemy. Someone who just days ago would have killed him if given the opportunity.

A being so powerful that Gaara barely registers on his map.

It’s not the type of kiss that he expects to be his first, yet it’s perfect. A kiss made just for him. With anger and force behind every little movement, demanding Gaara’s constant attention.

When Urashiki breaks the kiss, there’s a sense of loss in Gaara’s soul. His hand longs to reach out and pull Urashiki back, but he refrains. That’s not the game his opponent is playing.

Gaara isn’t an equal partner in a potential relationship, that much is clear.

“You,” Urashiki finally answers his question. “Such an interesting thing. No other mortal has piqued my interest quite like you, Love.”

“Love?” Gaara frowns.

“Well, it is the name you have etched here.” Tapping his finger against Gaara’s forehead, Urashiki gives him another cruel smile, but this time instead of fearing that expression, Gaara finds himself excited. As if he’s playing with a puzzle that has no definitive answer to it. One good move could earn him another kiss, while a wrong move could get him killed. “If you don’t want people calling you that, don’t wear it on your forehead, Love.”

Gaara has had a lot of nicknames in his life, most of them cruel words spit from angry mouths. This one is new and interesting. To be called such a soft word by someone who would gladly destroy him, his village, and his world if given permission.

He’s not sure why any of this is thrilling to him, but it is.

He wants more.

“I’ll be back.” A finger hooks under his chin, tilting his head upwards as Urashiki begins to float back towards his portal. “Keep yourself alive while I’m gone, Love.”

An order.

The dynamic is set. Gaara is the prey and Urashiki is the predator.

Urashiki is having fun with him. Enjoying the mortal that dared to outsmart him in battle. It’s a strange dynamic. One Gaara has read about but never thought about entertaining in his own romantic life.

Of course, before today he had always thought he would take the role of ‘predator’ because of his past. The reputation he carved out for himself as a child left little room for anyone else to chase after him.

Now he finds himself in the opposite situation. The prey being circled while the predator licks its lips and thinks of the delicious dinner it’s going to have. He can’t help but smile. A small, excited smile that Urashiki catches a glimpse of just as he enters his portal.

“I’ll be back, Love,” his voice echoes from his escape, bleeding into the air around Gaara. A promise and a threat at the same time. “Do keep yourself alive while I’m gone.”

With that, the portal and Urashiki disappear, leaving Gaara standing alone once again. Nothing to keep him company except the stars in the sky and the lingering taste of Urashiki’s kiss.

#Gaara X Urashiki #Gaara/Urashiki #GaaUrash #UrashGaar #Fic #Fanfic #Commission fic #dub-con #dub-con kissing

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fandomship7u7 · 1 year

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