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13as07 · 20 days

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Spitting Image #6

(Gaara Sabaku Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to yo_gud2]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,677

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

"Good Boy"

Subby Boi Gaara

Scratch Marks

Oral (Male Receiving)

Exhibitionism

Hair Pulling

Grinding (on Gaara's boot)

Mommy Kink

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"Papa? Papa's Darling?" Shinki's voice filters through my ears, softly lulling me awake.

"Good morning, Sweetie," I mumble, trying to make my words loud enough for him to hear me through the door. I shift in bed, going to sit up but the weight on my body keeps me in place.

"Darling?" Gaara grumbles, having the same idea as me. He sits up, head lifting from my stomach and his hands sliding over my thighs, helping the events of last night trickle over me.

As he sits up, his hair tickles my chest, tipping me off to my nudeness and shifting the trickle to a full wave. Gaara hovers above me, hands pressing into the bed, the blanket hanging on his hips, barely covering either of us. His cheeks are bright pink, eyes locked on my bare chest. The fact of him being buried in me is brought to the front of my mind as well, the sand shinobi pulsing in me the longer he looks at me.

"Oh good, you guys are awake," Shinki's voice comes again, paired with the sound of my bedroom door opening.

"Don't come in!" Gaara barks, leaning down to cover me as he turns to face the door. "Please, wait outside, Shinki. Papa is... busy," he mutters, tone softer and cheeks darker.

My eyes flicker between Gaara and his oldest son standing in the doorway, looking very confused. "What are you two doing?" He mutters, making the room even more uncomfortable.

"Nothing!"

"Training!" We both answer, turning to look at each other. Gaara is blinking quickly, cheeks now red instead of pink. "Please, just... wait in the kitchen Shinki. We will be out in a couple of minutes."

"Okay," he mumbles, leaving the room, and slamming the door behind him.

"Dear Lord," I sigh, my hands jumping up to cover my face and the embarrassment slowly crawling onto it. "That was... terrible."

"Yes, terrible. Embarrassing, even. Tell me I'm a good boy, Mommy," Gaara grumbles, head buried into my neck as he starts moving his hips against mine, his pace instantly fast as his tip buries itself into my pussy. His arms snake down, looping themselves under my knees before I'm shifted up the bed, knees settled on his shoulders.

"You're a good boy," I whisper, sliding my fingers through his hair, and gently massaging his scalp. "Make sure you pull out this time," I tease, trying to shift my position under him. I'm not prepared and the needy man between my legs is moving too fast for me to comfortably adjust.

"What... why... you're squirming... good or... or bad?" He whispers against my skin, his hot breath and sloppy kisses coating me as well.

"Bad," I mumble, trying to adjust myself again. Gaara's movements freeze, head moving so he can look at me. He looks ready to burst into tears as he looks down at me. "Not super bad. I'm just not wet enough, Sunshine."

"How do I... I want to fix it," he grumbles, his movements slow and inching as he thrusts in and out of me. Kisses are littered across my face, desperate and hungry. A kiss is laid on my lips between each patch of skin his mouth presses against. "Make you feel nice, yes? You... you feel nice... need to make Mommy feel nice," Gaara mutters more to himself than me, pulling himself out of me before he stumbles down my body.

"Sunshine," I call, hands shooting down to cup his face, tilling it up so he has to look up at me. "How about we wait? You told Shinki we'd met him in the kitchen."

"But... but... feel nice?" The Kage whines, tilting his head to nuzzle his cheeks against my hands.

"We can have sex later, Sunshine. I promise. For now, let's go have breakfast with the boys." Gaara lets out a few high-pitched whines, deflating and letting his body weight crush my legs. "Gaar - "

"Yes, yes. Breakfast with our boys," he grumbles, stamping a kiss into my knee before he rolls off of me. Maybe it's the use of the word 'our' or maybe it's the scratch marks littering Gaara's back or maybe it's seeing his dedication tattoo for me in the light for the first time, but another child doesn't sound too scary.

My eyes trail after him, watching Gaara collect our clothes from the floor, tossing mine on the bed and slowly pulling his back on. I think it's the tattoo. He's insane. We hooked up once and he fell so head over heels for me that he permanently imprinted his skin with proof of me. That's insane...ly hot.

"Do you want head?" What?! Why did I say that? Because I want to give him head - no - breakfast with the boys. We're going to have breakfast with the - our - boys.

Gaara stops moving, head tilted and eyes blinking as he processes my question. "I appreciate your dedication to me, my darling, but no I do not wish for you to give me someone's head."

"That's not... okay," I mutter, deciding that's something I should explain to him later. We don't have time to fill in Gaara's lack of sexual knowledge right now. "What's on your agenda for the day?" I ask, using the sheet to cover myself before I climb out of bed. I get the feeling that my co-parent will be the type to cling until I fulfill my promise.

That only being further proven when his arms dig under the bedding wrapped around my frame, trying to shove it off of me as his hands wander over my bare skin. "I have a meeting at eight and another at nine. I am making an appearance at Shinki's classroom to talk about the hierarchy of our government around eleven. Then mostly paperwork and scanning over the results from the festival and yesterday's harvest."

The ramble continues, Gaara filling me in on the different piles of paperwork he has to do. The whole time his hands are present on my chest, massaging them and occasionally stopping to try and yank the blanket off of me again.

"I'm going to a daycare viewing for Yoshiki at eleven. If it goes good he'll stay there until about three I think."

"Daycare?" Gaara mumbles, enjoying his success in making the blanket slide down my shoulders by pressing kisses to them. "We have an in-house nanny. Do you not like her? Should I request applications for a new one?"

"I don't mind Shinki's nanny. She's nice and helpful, but it's good for children to socialize with kids their age. I'm sure Sana would appreciate the four-hour break, even if it's only five days a week. Besides, when I start working again we'll need options for when Sana is on vacation." My ramble is difficult to piece together, almost as difficult as trying to balance the sheet around myself, Gaara's added weight to my body, and trying to wiggle on a bra and a pair of underwear.

"Working?" He asks, his tone confused as he tilts his head up, my shoulder kisses forgotten.

"Yes, working. Yoshiki and I are settled, so it's time for me to start looking for a job," I explain, letting the sheet fall to the ground now that I've managed to slide on some clothes.

"You... no? Absolutely not. Do as you wish with your time, my darling, but you will not be working. The Consort Kazekage, Lady Sabaku, does not work. The lady of our village does not take orders from anyone besides Kage. You do not take orders from anyone besides myself, and you do not even do that."

I stand still in my spot, mouth wide and eyes blinking as I stare at the personification of stupidity. This is the man that knocked me up? I take it back, he's not insanely hot, he's just insane. "What?" I husk out, still trying to wrap my head around Gaara's rant.

"You, my darling, the stars in my sky, will not be working," he mutters, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You can do volunteer work, or pick up a hobby, or start a business if you so wish. My consort will not be working under another."

"What if I want to work?" I push, taking deep breaths to hopefully keep my growing anger under wraps.

"There is no reason to work. You have more than enough money from me working. If you so wish to, I don't agree with it but I will not stop you. I just wish for you to spend your time how you want, not wasting away at a job you do not need to have."

"I have more than enough money?" I ask, snapping my eyes closed and leaning against Gaara, enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing my stomach.

He hums, pressing kisses along my back. "Everything I have is yours. My money, my resources, my house, my name, my title, it all belongs to you. Everything I am is to be of use to you. I am here to serve you until the second my lungs give way." Damn it. I'm going to give Gaara another baby, aren't I?

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"My Darling!" Gaara chirps, jumping up from his desk and rushing towards me as soon as I open his office door. "You got my note! You are joining me for lunch, yes?" He asks, fingers clinging to my shirt as he holds me.

Earlier today I got a note from Gaara, requesting that I join him for lunch... while I was eating lunch with Yoshiki. "I already ate, Sunshine."

"That is alright, you can join me as I work instead," he says, pulling away from me just to drag me toward his desk. Gaara settles into his chair, a hand still around my wrist as I stand next to him. "I have been working, just so you're aware, but I have done some research."

"Alright," I murmur, shaking his hand off of me.

"I have talked to my brother," Gaara starts his ramble, sorting through the papers on his desk. "He says I might have come off 'a little strong' this morning and that it 'probably doesn't help with the stress I'm putting on you'. He - my brother, Kankuro - and his wife have a situation I would like us to have. Where I work and you enjoy life. They have this thing called an 'escape plan'."

"A what?" I ask, resting myself against his chair, watching as he frantically looks for whatever it is he's searching for.

"An escape plan," Gaara repeats, finding what he was looking for. It's a pocket. "It is a legal agreement. Kankuro called it a 'safety net' to help you be more open to what I wish for us." I slowly blink, watching the man in front of me babble with a smile on his face, shaking the pocket at me. "It is a legal agreement that if either of us ever wants to leave, you and Yoshiki will be taken care of. There are agreements on the amount of money I give you, and for how long, helping you relocate back to the Leaf village, and set you up in a new life until you can handle it on your own. Agreements on Yoshiki and how we'll co-parent too. Well, not in this one because it's Kankuro's copy but that'll be in our agreement."

My hand jumps forward, covering Gaara's mouth so he'll stop talking. I need a second to process what he's saying. "But..." I start, somewhat understanding what he's trying to say. "But you're the leader of the village. You approve and uphold everything."

Gaara gently pulls my hand off his mouth, knotting our fingers together as he presses kisses against my fingers. "I will be contacting Naruto, your home village's Kage. I will have our contract certified in the Leaf village so if it does come to needing to use it, I will not have a say. I will have no influence over it at all. You and our son will be taken care of and I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe."

"Oh..."

"I will give you a copy of Kankuro's agreement so you can look it over. Write your notes, what you like about it, what you don't, what you want to be added and taken away from ours, and whether you even want an escape plan. If you do, as I said, I will contact Naruto and I will have a contract drawn up. I'll have a million contracts drawn up until it's everything you want and need from it. I have also been looking into lawyers. As a couple, we could have one but in this situation, I think it is best that we have individual lawyers. I have also - "

"I'm going to give you head," I cut him off, tugging my hand away from him again.

"My darling, I have already told you - "

"Be quiet," I mutter, shifting his chair backward so there's room for me between his legs.

Gaara watches me, eyes trailing after me as I sink to my knees, positioning myself between his thighs. I shift his robes around, a little annoyed when I'm met with his pants underneath them. What a waste. "Are we having sex?" He asks, fingers skittish as they coat through my hair.

"Yes," I mumble, tugging his pants down before wiggling his boxers down his thighs too. "I'm going to go down on you," I add on, figuring that'll help him put the pieces together.

"Oh? Oh!" His sound starts as a mutter, switching to a moan when my fingers slide over his semi-boner. "This is... this is the head you were referring to?"

"Yes Sunshine," I confirm, tilting my head down to take the tip of his dick into my mouth.

"My darling," he calls, fingers tangled in my hair as I suck on him. I let my spit spill out, sliding down his dick so I can continue sliding my fingers up and down that of his dick that I'm not keeping trapped in my mouth. "We... we are in my office, my darling. Mommy... my dear, we are... office?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, my words muffled by Gaara's tip resting on my lips. "Or I can keep going," I add, letting my tongue poke out, sliding it over his slit as I wait for an answer.

"My darling, Mommy, my dear... I am at work. I am... a... a public pillar. My... my office is open to the public and... This isn't," he cuts himself off with a whine, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Fine, I'll give you head when you get home then," I mutter, starting to climb to my feet.

"Hey, Gaara?" A voice tears through the room, paired with a knock at the door. "I have a letter for you." Panic flickers across Gaara's face as he pushes me back on my knees. "I think it's from the Village Hidden in the Clouds," the voice continues, the door swinging open as I'm shoved under the desk, Gaara trying to situate himself above me.

"That is good," he spills out slowly, his body jerking a bit as I try to situate myself in the crowded space under the desk. "You mind returning in a few minutes?"

"What? Is your baby mama hiding in the closet or something?" The question is followed by a chuckle, giving away who it is; Kankuro.

"Don't call her that. It's degrading," Gaara barks, his hands swishing around under his desk, in search of me. I settle my head on his thigh, his hands eagerly digging into my hair again. I nuzzle my nose against his still-exposed dick, causing his hold to tighten.

"I guess," his older brother murmurs. "Speaking of your... whatever you want to call her, have you talked to her about an exit plan?" A chair screeches along the floor, tipping me off that Kankuro is here to stay for a while.

Might as well have fun with it, I guess. I lift my head, taking an inch or two of Gaara's dick into my mouth again. "Nope!" He yelps, accidentally tugging on my hair. "I... um... she's... looking at a daycare today. Yep."

"Are you good?" Kankuro asks, Gaara rapidly nodding his head in response. I keep my eyes cast up, watching how he reacts as I bob my head. I shift under the desk again, positioning myself on Gaara's boot before I shift more of him down my throat. "Why is she checking out daycares? Did she fire the nanny?"

"No, the nanny is still... nanny-ing? She just... um... sorry, I'm... stressed." Gaara's eyes are blinking like crazy, jaw locking and unlocking as he tries to keep his wits about him. I move myself against his shoe, rubbing my clit through my pants in time with his dick sliding down my throat.

"I get that, Gaar. You're dealing with a lot. If I'm being honest, I thought you made the girl up."

"Why?" He mutters, head tilting to the side so he can glance down at me. When Gaara figures out what I'm doing, his cheeks go pink.

"No offense, actually, all offense, you're a little... mhm... and she's a... she's... well, a MILF," Kankuro mutters, chuckling at his joke.

Gaara nods his head, cheeks going darker as he watches me undo my pants, wiggle them, and my panties down to my thighs. "What's a MILF?" He mutters, eyes glancing up at his brother.

As Kankuro explains what a MILF is, I carefully switch myself around under the desk, reminding myself how inflexible I am as I position myself. "That's... that's... don't... leave my future wife alone," Gaara mutters, his hands digging into my hips as I carefully line myself up.

His brother chuckles again, this one coming out like a cackle more than a chuckle. "I have no interest in sleeping with your... person, Gaar. I'm just saying she's hot... and good for you. I've never seen you so happy."

"Yep, super happy," another mumble comes, a 'hmph' spilling out when I inch backward. He shifts a bit, sitting up straight on the edge of his chair to make it a tad easier for me. Only about half of Gaara's cock is pressed into me, the position and aches already forming in my joints placing this position low on the list. "The mother of my children... she's... perfect? I think that's what it is... and... and I'm going to marry her and we... I want a daughter. I think. Yes, a daughter."

"Oh, ya?" Kankuro asks, a smile in his tone. "If you have a daughter, I'm a bit worried you'd become a hovering parent."

"Ya?" Gaara's nails dig into my skin, threatening to leave scratches on me as I slowly rock my hips to and fro.

"Ya, definitely. That little girl wouldn't fear shit but everyone would fear her because of her father and big brothers."

"Probably. Leave. My... my darling is joining me for lunch, so... see yourself out."

Another round of laughter spills from Kankuro, his chair squeaking again as he stands. "As you wish, my lord. Tell her hi for me," Gaara's brother teases, his footsteps filling the room before the door echoes through the room.

Once the door is closed, Gaara's arms shoot down, wrapping around my waist and lifting me. He settles me on his desk, his paperwork digging into my stomach, and his hands balling up some of the sheets. "You are... we can't... Darling?"

Gaara's face picks up, slamming all of his dick into me now that we're in a better position. "Sunshine?" I call back, tilting my head back to look at him. He's huffing for air, cheeks shaded dark, and eyes wide as he ruts into me. Desperation to finish swims through his face, a leftover effect from the tension this morning.

"I want... I want to give you... another... another baby. Please? Pretty please?"

"We can't have another babe right now, Gaara."

"Soon? Please?" He whines, arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me down as his thrusts start stumbling.

"Soon, Sunshine," I mutter, tugging his arms off of me.

"Mommy," he almost cries, pulling at my shirt as I sink to my knees again. "You can't just... you said... okay." The last word is drawn out, Gaara's voice jagged because of me taking him down my throat again. I bob my head two or three times before his cum is shot down my throat. I sink further, gagging from the depth as his seamen spills into my stomach. "Mommy? Darling? Mommy? My Dear?" Whines for me spill from him on repeat.

I move slowly once I'm sure he's done, taking my time inching his dick out of my throat. Gaara's dick is still twitching when I pull off of him, threatening to spill after shots as he tries to catch his breath. "We cannot..." he mutters, fingers coating through my hair as his chest pumps for air. "Not in my office again."

"Why not? I thought it was fun," I tease, gently sliding my tongue over his cock again, licking up the mess left on it. "You said to do what I wish with my time. Maybe I wish to sit under your desk all day and have you empty your balls down my throat."

"Will you... Will you not work then?" He mutters, dick still twitching and already starting to get hard again. I hum a yes, sliding my tongue over his slit. "Fine. Fine, fine, fine," Gaara spills out, his sensitivity shining through. "Just... just stop that. It's starting to hurt."

"Okay, Sunshine," I say, a smile tugging on my lips. "Do you still want to go get lunch? I could use some water and a snack," I ask, crawling to my feet.

"Please?"

"Alright, Sunshine. Let's go get lunch."

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breeofbree · 11 months

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The Beast Within

Gaara x f!reader

Summary: with the inability to control the sand demon Shukaku, it’s up to Y/N to bring Gaara and the demon back to peace

Warnings: injury, self harm, angst, swearing, topics may be sensitive

With the pressure of my lids bearing down against my eyes in an attempt to shut out the scene in front of me, hoping, praying that it was a horrible dream… the guttural screams of Gaara still pierce my ears and drop to a sickly feeling in my stomach. My hands clench over my ears as the screams die off to a dull ringing noise. I find myself shouting, but I can’t even hear myself anymore, forcing my eyes to witness Gaara worn out and barely conscious as Shukaku begins to take his final form. I’ve never seen the horrid beast first hand, I’ve never wanted to either to be honest. An ambush against the sand that had resulted in a particularly strong rogue summoning the sand demon had blind sided us all. Just as Shukakus tail slams down ahead a strong set of arms wrap around me and pulls me back under the shelter of a building. When I turn I see Temari shouting at me, but I only hear snips of her words over the ringing,” Go…. Run… Shelter… Gaara… Help…Possum…”

I shake my head violently, shaking away the ringing as the rumbling ground takes over the sound in my ear, watching as Temari turns back to me,” Y/N, I said you need to go and find shelter. We need to find a way to get Gaara help before he goes Possum.”

She blocks my view of the scene in front of me as Kankuro swings down from the balcony above us and jabs a finger upwards towards the chaos,” not gonna to happen. We’re too late. We have to find a way to wake him up… quickly.”

Shukaku’s horrendous cackle sends a shiver down my spine as we watch him trample almost dead center through the village.

“We have to reroute civilians, this is going to get very messy if we don’t get them to safety.” Temari huffs out, quickly grunting in frustration,” Kankuro, take the left side, I’ll get the right. Y/N, find Baki… anyone that can help. Send word to the leaf if we have to.”

“Temari, we don’t have time to request help from a village that’s days away. We need to focus on waking Gaara up.” Kankuro lashes out, starting towards Shukaku.

“Civilians first, Kankuro.” Temari seems almost hurt putting the village before her own brother. It was understandable, the last thing any of us want is to lose Gaara.

“I’ll work on waking him up.” I pipe up, dusting the sand from my vest and standing wobbly from hearing loss vertigo. Temari stutters in her steps, shaking her head in worry… maybe even disbelief,” Y/N, it’s too dangerous. You can get hurt or even killed. Going up there is a death wish.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re willing to sacrifice our lives for someone we love.” I muster out, internally panicking at the risk and my legs quickly becoming like rubber at the thought. But it was a risk worth taking if it was for Gaara. To him, I may just be an advisor or a paper pusher, or a Jonin of the sand village that was his neighbor. But Gaara… he was everything. The man who has rebuilt the village in morale and trust. The awkward neighbor who would drop off a cactus that reminded him of me, or even bring extra food Temari made for the night when I’d come back from missions. Even the person who just happened to be outside late at night when going for a stroll to clear my head. He saved me from my own demons. He owed me nothing, yet I feel like I owe him my life.

I take off towards Shukakus tail, seeing it was the best vantage point to get to his head where Gaara lay comatose. My vest is ripped backwards from Kankuro behind me,” are you sure you’re prepared to physically hurt Gaara to save him, or do I have to do it myself?”

“I can do this, Kankuro. Now get off me!” I shout out, tearing his hand from my vest and continuing on. I make it to the base of Shukakus tail, focusing chakra to my feet to climb the erratically moving tail, whipping back and forth in to lower buildings and leaving a path of rubble. A shock of pain spreads through my back as I’m slammed against a porch while gripping tightly at the sand like texture of Shukakus armor.

“What is crawling on me? Do I have pests?!” Shukaku bellows out, slamming his tail down in quick strides and almost knocking me off. I can’t help but shriek as his tail crashes down one last time, sending debris crashing down on top of me. I can only cough air in to my lungs and continue on as the beast becomes severely agitated, leaving no room for thinking as he falls forward in to more houses. When he stands, it seems he’s distracted elsewhere to notice me,” who would’ve thought puppets would be such an inconvenience! I finally have time to shine and you try to take me down with a puppet? You’re ridiculous!” Shukaku lets off a horrifying shriek of pain as I see the glimmer of blue threads weaving crow back and forth as a distraction to lure him away from the village. I can only manage to hold on to the demons lower back as he waddles in to the arid desert sand. I watch as he slams crow to the ground and find Kankuro shaking his head. He mouths a few words to me, but it’s a horrible day to not be able to read lips. I find my foot throbbing and dare to look down at the blossoming purple streaks that peek out from above my sandal. But I still push forward, finally making it to the back of Shukaku’s head.

“You’re a persistant little thing aren’t you? Nobody is home up there, it’s just me twerp.” Shukaku laughs out, tilting his head back.

My good foot slips, sending me sliding backwards a few feet before I can find my grip. My legs dangle above the rough sand below as my one hand holds against whatever it can grab. Wincing out, I thrust my other hand to reach for the serenity of some solid mass beneath it. The first try I slip off, yelping as both hands almost lose traction. The second try is a complete miss, but I finally manage to strike gold on the third. My abdomen burns as I pull my full body weight upwards, finally getting a view of Gaara, dangling loosely almost dead center of Shukakus face. I swing my bad leg over and manage to find my feet steady to walk over to Gaara.

“Gaara, anything I’m about to do to get you to wake up, I’m apologizing for now. This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you… maybe.” I ramble out nervously, watching as Shukaku’s eye focuses on me.

“You’re little for how annoying you are. He’s asleep. Leave him be so I can have my fun already!” Shukaku whines out, similar to the toddlers that play in front of my balcony every evening.

“Listen buddy, you’re making my job a lot harder than it needs to be. You’ve had your fun destroying half our village.” I yell out to his eye, not quite sure where to even look.

“A feisty one. What’s your name pest?” He grumbles out, shaking beneath me as he tries to prevent another fit of laughter.

“Y-Y/N.” I stutter out, confused. His laughter can no longer be contained as he whips his head backwards again, sending me crashing towards Gaara,” Y/N is it? I’m going to have fun killing ya!”

I cling tightly to Gaara’s morbidly lifeless form tilting my head up to confess upon unhearing ears,” Gaara, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I got myself in to… but I’m going to wake you up if it’s the last thing I do.”

“He can’t hear you! You’re so pathetic it’s almost cute!” Shukaku yells out, twisting his head around to try and shake me loose. He stabilizes quickly as a rush of wind flashes against us. I turn to the direction it came from, seeing Temari’s fan fully open. Wind slices against us harshly, creating small tears in my clothes and even knicks on my face. In the moment of steadiness, I steel down, gripping Gaara’s shoulders to hold him steady. I can only freeze in the moment, seeing the tired rings around his eyes as his hair dangles loosely over them. It was almost serene that in a moment of chaos, he seemed to finally be at peace. I hesitate, quickly deciding to try and slap him awake. Shukaku only laughs at my attempt,” a measly slap won’t do a thing. I like the dedication though little pest!”

He shakes again, trying to reach an arm towards me that’s quickly deflected by another slice of painful wind. I reel back, gripping against Gaara’s sleeve as I send a fist flying to his forehead. I can only wince as bone meets harder bone, a trickle of blood coming from each of us. He only juts forward from the impact, causing my frustration,” come on! Come on, wake up damnit!”

I send fist after fist to different areas, his shoulder, the side of his face and even a cheap shot to his stomach. Nothing had worked. The uneasiness at the thought of using any jutsu works its way to the front of my mind. It had to be last ditch with the risk of burning Gaara, but I was running out of time. I manage to link my arm around Gaara’s to keep hold as Shukaku begins to rumble once again, conjuring balls of flames around us. Quickly unfurling from his arm, I tumble down and roll towards Shukaku’s eye, smacking the back of my head hard against the lower surface of his face as the balls of fire make impact against Gaara and Shukaku’s other eye.

“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve pissed me off!- w-what’s happening?” Shukaku bellows, tumbling back and reaching to cover his eye. Swiping my hand against the back of my head, it comes back bloody and my vision hazes. But I’m snapped back to wavering consciousness as a moan sounds faintly from Gaara.

“Gaara, Gaara wake up! Please!” I whimper out, crawling towards him, keeping one hand steady to weakly attempt at healing the back of my head and avoiding any pressure on my fully purple ankle.

“Y/N? … is that you?” Gaara coughs out, eyes still clamped shut and body flailing.

“Y-yeah. It’s me, I’m not going anywhere until you open your eyes, okay?” I yelp out as Shukaku’s hand manages to clip at my feet.

“Y/N, where are you? Are you hurt?” He breathes out, eyes beginning to flutter open and wander around.

“I-I’m fine. Just look forward and try to find Temari. Don’t focus on me, damnit!” I shriek in pain as Shukaku shakes once again, angered at seeing Gaara regain consciousness. I meet Gaara’s frightened gaze upon seeing me, my breath hitches at the pain constricting his face,” Y/N-“ he tries grasping at my now outstretched arm, disoriented by another assault of wind from Temari. Shukaku bows forward as she finishes the previous injury to his eye. My own eyes grow in horror, stretching out to try and grasp Gaara’s outstretched hand as my body slides forwards. Our fingers brush before I feel any solid ground beneath me disappear.

“Y/N!” Gaara shouts, becoming fully aware at this point as I look up, plummeting the long distance to the ground quickly. As I close my eyes in acceptance, a strong force tackles in to me from the side, laying me down gently as Kankuro’s voice wavers in and out,” I guess you really were prepared, huh?”

That’s the last I remember before waking with a dry throat and aching body. My eyes slowly adjust to the pulsing white lights signaling I was in the hospital.

“Take it easy killer. We don’t need you almost killing yourself again.” Kankuro huffs out from the doorway. I look over to see him posted against the frame, watching inside and out of the room like it was his duty to guard me instead of visiting.

“Kankuro! Gaara, we need to get ba-“ I begin, abruptly cut off by Kankuro’s sigh of annoyance,” you knocked yourself silly for a few days after trying to play hero. It’s over. He’s alive.”

“Alive doesn’t mean he isn’t hurt. Why are you being so bitter?” I spit out, staring back to the ceiling.

“Bitter? We could’ve lost both of you. You should’ve let me do it. Now look at you, it’s pathetic.” Kankuro growls back. I chuckle slightly, feeling the pain wrack against my ribs,” you’re mad because you couldn’t be the hero? I’m sorry but the village would miss me a lot less than they would miss you.”

Kankuro exhales heavily, sitting next to the bed to whisper harshly,“It’s not the village I care about missing you. The village is important, don’t get me wrong. But the thing that separates you and me… even Temari. My family comes before this village. It could burn to the ground for all I care if it means my family, and the ones they love… Live. It’s not about being a hero. It never was.”

“Good news, Gaara is alive. And so are you and Temari. You look to be in perfect health, so stop being so damn angry over something we can’t change. I’m just an advisor, Kankuro. If anything I mean more to the Kazekage than Gaara as a person.” I whisper back to him, wondering at this point why we were even whispering in a room that contained only us. I continue on after turning away,” sometimes love is a one sided story, Kankuro. You wouldn’t know that. If I can’t love them personally, I can at least sacrifice myself for the ones I love. I’d rather die heroically, than be known as someone who was head over heels about someone they meant nothing to. Now get out of here. I’m sick of your attitude.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I-“ Kankuro begins. A tear trickles down my cheek to my pillow and I stifle the silent sob,” Please leave Kankuro.”

“Am I… interrupting anything?” Gaara pipes up sheepishly after brushing clumsily against the open door.

“I was just leaving. She fell back asleep.” Kankuro huffs out. I can hear him stand and a clamp against clothing, I’m guessing patting Gaara on his way out. Thin plastic ruffles against the bedside table as Gaara sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed,” it’s not a cactus, but flowers. I heard you like camellias. That’s what Temari told me anyway. A million of the finest flowers couldn’t express my gratitude for you Y/N. I once thought it was pointless to talk to others while sleeping, but I find this comforting. I left a note in the flowers for you… so you know they were from me. Temari left you flowers too.”

I listen, frozen as Gaara spills out jumbled words. He sounded nervous even. But I didn’t dare move. After Kankuro, I wasn’t in the mood to face anyone with a tear stricken face. But Gaara continues on,” Kankuro can be abrasive, i hope he didn’t force you back to sleep with his harsh words. I seen him cry for the first time since we were children the night of the incident. He was worried for me… worried I was about to lose someone outside of our family that I loved without being able to confess. I feel like I just did, in a way… but you aren’t awake thankfully. Otherwise this would be really awkward.”

He finally trails off, and I can feel his weight shift. I quickly close my eyes as he leans down towards my face before he backs away bashfully,” that would be rude. I could never take advantage of my desires while you lay unconscious. I would want us both to remember the feeling of something as simple as a forehead kiss.”

He sits straight again, deciding to raise my IV riddled hand to kiss that instead,” thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

I Hope he doesn’t look back to my face as it quickly heats from my neck up at the intimate touch. My eyes decide to flicker against the adrenaline of my racing heart regardless, fluttering open to gaze upon his paler than normal face like a deer caught in light in the dead of night. He drops my hand anxiously and stands quickly, brushing his disheveled jacket back to tidiness and coughing,” Y/N- I-“

“Gaara… I would like nothing more to experience something as simple as a forehead kiss with you.” I giggle out weakly. He shuffles forward awkwardly, bending down tightly and internally fighting with himself before finally placing a ghostly soft kiss against the middle of my forehead. My hand catches his jaw before he can move away, causing him to freeze yet again as I sit up,” I nearly died saving you… I think I might deserve a real kiss for that at the least.”

I meant it as a joke, but he slowly leans in, brushing a gentle hand through my hair as my hand travels smoothly against his jawline, settling below his ear to cradle his head. We take it slow, looking in to his wandering orbs and down to his rose tinted cheeks. Finally landing on his slightly puckered lips that wait nervously. I bite my lip and nod as encouragement for us both. His kiss is soft, barely touching until I lean further in. His other hand finds its way around my waist to steady himself. I’m sure he hasn’t taken a breath and force myself to pull away. Gaara stares blankly at me, eyes wide open and cheeks becoming an even more furious shade of red. I see his chest rise and fall before he swoops back in, coming back for an even deeper kiss.

“Y/N, i brought you some flowers, I’m sorry I was rud- I’m gonna go.” Kankuro coughs out awkwardly, dropping yet another bouquet of flowers in the doorway and sprinting down the hall screaming for Temari. Gaara pulls away and sheepishly stands to place the bouquet Kankuro had dropped at my side,” I should go after him. I’ll be here tonight when you’re discharged to make sure you safely return home… I saved what I could.”

The memory of Shukaku’s tail plummeting across the row of houses that included mine pops back in my head. I distract myself and look over to the bedside table. A glass vase sits with vibrant sunflowers and a little paper placard

You survived. ~ Temari

short and sweet, the way we always conversed. I look down at Kankuro’s recklessly picked Iris’s

I trespassed to get these for you. I’m sorry I’m mean sometimes ~ your second favorite

He was possibly my third favorite after this mess, but he still held a place in my heart with his effort. Lastly, my eyes focus in on the largest bouquet. Full of stark white, vibrant pink and deep red camellias. I search for the placard, but find a folded note deep inside the petals in the center. I unfold it slowly and hold my breath.

To the ones we get can’t yet admit our personal feelings towards, we cherish them in flowers and small gestures such as a night time stroll. Your strong will and heart overshadows the most beautiful flowers in these lands. Any flower you pass here on out, is a symbol of my dedication and undying love I hold for you. ~Gaara

My heart skips a beat, and a tear drops down my cheek. I wipe it away as a stupid grin plasters itself across my face. The most troubled man I’ve met, happens to also be the most poetic.

Hours pass, filled with long unblinking moments of staring at the wall and struggling to put on clothes until finally a soft knock announces Gaara,” if you’re ready, I’d like to walk you home.”

I nod with a toothy grin, attempting to stand. The cast around my foot causes me to fall forward as Gaara catches me effortlessly. He lets out a soft chuckle and scoops me up from behind my legs,” I suppose I’ll be the one doing the walking.”

“I can manage.” I wince out as he adjusts me closer to his body,” I can’t miss our nighttime walk. It’s been lonely without you.”

“I’ll go wherever you take me.” I yawn, quickly tiring and looping an arm around his neck to curl in to him. He places one last kiss against the crown of my head and turns to walk out,” I’ll gladly lead you to whatever your heart desires.”

I smile and let the tiredness take over with the calming motions of his steady walk. This man could lead me to insanity, and I’d still cross over any obstacle to follow him.

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stardustlatte · 1 year

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To Love and be Loved.

Summary: Gaara and you have been best friends for years now, and his feelings for you have been growing to an unbearable amount. He needs to tell you... but can he? What if you don't feel the same? (Gender neutral reader!)

Word Count: 896

WARNINGS: None! I mean like, one swear word? Anyways, just fluff here!

A/N: I've been wanting to finally push myself into making a writing blog for Naruto for so long, and FINALLY I have done it. Of course when I sat down to write this, I realized today I had some writers block. So this short lil thing was just what my mind would throw out for now~ expect a TON more Gaara content from me ahaha, I love him.

~ ♡ ~

He never knew love could feel like this.

In the beginning of his journey to improve himself, to become someone that could love and be loved in return...Gaara never imagined there was much more to love than what he felt for his village, his friends, or his siblings.

Until you showed up.

And for a long time, his love and adoration for you he thought was nothing more than platonic. You were both simply best friends, with an inseparable bond like no other. You supported him through all the hard times, and showed him how to treat himself with more kindness than he felt he deserved.

It wasn't long until your presence became addictive for him. Whenever you even so much as walked past his view in the Kazekage's office window, he found himself wishing that he was right by your side talking to you about anything and everything, even if mundane. Whenever you visited him during or after work, he couldn't shake away the feeling of his heart racing in his chest, or the heat that burned up in his entire body. He wanted to reach out to you, to hold you.

When you were sad, he wanted to be the person who wiped your tears and do whatever he could in his power to make sure you would smile again, as brightly as you once would. He wanted to protect you, and to keep you out of harms way more than he ever wanted to protect anyone else in his entire life.

He wasn't clueless. He had heard all about these feelings from others he knew...but that didn't make it any easier to come to terms with the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

In his eyes, you deserved more than he could ever give you. His past haunted him, making his mind shout how unworthy of someone so heartwrenchingly sweet and caring he was. He couldn't do that to you. He didn't want to.

But as you stood there in front of him, there was only one thing on his mind, playing over and over again. He wanted to be selfish, just this once. He wanted to at least let you know how much you flipped his world upside down, changing the meaning of the word love in his eyes. You were his sun, his reason for being.

No...he refused.

Someone as divine as you should never be-

"I love you, Gaara." The words fell from your lips effortlessly, as If they were made just for him. He couldn't believe that he heard you right.

"I'm..." And damn, did he curse himself for not knowing the right words to say to you right now.

You stared at him with the same eyes he found himself lost in since the day you both met, and he swore he was falling in love all over again. The things you did to him had to be illegal.

"If you don't feel the same, it's okay. But I had to tell you that before it ate me up any further. I love you, more than words could ever explain." Your cheeks were heating up now in embarrassment. You'd never regret loving him, but the pain of rejection was something you didn't think through, making your heart clench in agony at the thought of it.

However, Gaara slowly placed his hands into your own, bringing them up to his lips as he placed a soft kiss onto your skin. This was also something he wanted to do for many years now.

"I love you as well, Y/N. More than anything under the sun." His tone was far different than you had ever heard him before, melting away your anxieties about his response to your confession. You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding, making him smile in amusement.

His eyes were now pricked with tears that threatened to spill, pulling you into the tightest hug either of you had ever shared. He didn't know he could feel this happy, either.

"From this day forward...I vow to make you happy." He whispered lowly into your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled back from him, far too soon for his liking, placing a hand onto his warm cheek as you stared into his seafoam eyes.

"You already make me happy, Gaara. But I wish to make a vow as well." You started, peaking his curiosity. "I will make you feel like the most loved man on this Earth." He immediately searched your expression, his heart rate picking up even more than it was before. Finally, the tears that threatened him earlier were finally spilling freely, making you pull him back into another embrace.

"I already feel that way thanks to you, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you for loving me."

If someone had told him several years ago he would one day be surrounded by people who loved and cherished him, and he would love them in return with everything he had, he would have thought they were insane.

The fact that you were in his life now was the biggest miracle of all. From here on out, he would be sure to hold your heart gently in his hands and treat you with every ounce of love he could possibly offer. Just as you always did him.

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instant-delusions · 9 months

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♰ 𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔢 ♰

vampire! gaara x f! reader

cw: nsfw (head - female receiving), blood(sucking)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

only a vampire can love you forever - horrible hookups, rancid relationships and dodgy dates, those obviously never satisfied you, how could they? mere men are useless. around the time you absolutely gave up on finding somebody who'll quench your thirst for obsessive love, gaara tiptoed into your life - in a little corner café, on a horribly rainy autumn day, his candle lit face caught your attention. stirring honey into your chamomile tea, you watched as his turquoise eyes were glued to a page of 'masque of the red death', twirling a dark tinted wine glass in circular motion flawlessly. "his own demise is still a mystery, did you know? it's quite ironic.", gaara glanced up quickly and cocked his head slightly in surprise, obviously not expecting somebody like you talking to the likes of him.

"I did not." his voice was smooth and low, like candle wax dripping; a dangerously hot sensation with an addictively warm undertone. goosebumps rose on your skin as he kept looking into your eyes, noticing the effect he had on you, he smiled lazily. "though, i am quite curious now. please, tell me more." gaara leaned onto his hand, peering at you almost seductively. having an absolutely breathtaking man like him look at you this intently made you squirm. you averted his gaze, sat on the sqeaky chair across from him and started speaking quietly, spilling all your knowledge of the mysterious circumstances of edgar allan poe's death. after you were done, gaara took a sip from his wine, painting his lower lip an attractive, bloody red. completely entranced by his captivating appearance, you barely noticed him pull out his leather wallet and drop cash on the table. standing up, he reached his hand out for you to take. what a gentleman, you thought dreamily... 'he's hot, okay, but think about this - a literal stranger, (y/n)! don't be stupid.' the little voice in your head whispered reason, however, as his earthy desert-rose scent hit you, your hand immediately found his cold one.

the apartment was an old one, georgian in style and as you expected, filled to the brim with books. plus, the shades were drawn and a few flickering candles lit the place, the floor creaked as you inspected every room, to find his sheets not a bit creased, as if he never laid there at all. as you sat down on his bed, you noticed it sadly didn't smell of him either. "thank you for being my guest, (y/n). I did get a bit lonely lately." he spoke while opening one of the windows, "hope you don't mind. I like the sound of rain." gaara smiled at you toothily, flashing his almost fang-like ones. you shook your head no, agreeing with his fondness of rain and watched as he sat down next to you.

"so gaara, are you somebody who keeps up with news?" you twirled your hair as you spoke, trying to read his stoic expression ; is he surprised? or... does he feel caught? the man leaned back with curiosity in his eyes, humming, he tapped his chin twice, as if in deep thought. "are there any specific ones that caught your attention?" he replied, voice steady and unassuming. "indeed. the attacks that have been happening lately..." as you crawled closer to him, almost like a lioness circling her prey, he rose a brow - not in confusion, but in caution. "farmers are shocked to see their animals sucked dry. two..." you lifted two fingers in front of his face, "...puncture wounds near their neck. almost like a vampire ... or maybe the chupacabra." at that, gaara lost his composure and started to giggle, he looked at your lips and back to your eyes, cocking his head slightly. "what are you implying, (y/n)?" he asked, voice silky smooth and teasing, while leaning his head on your shoulder, breath fanning your neck. running your fingers through his dark red locks you hummed, "obviously, you're a chupacabra." you felt his face heave with laughter against your shoulder, coming back up he put his hands in the air, as to defend himself. "you got me." looking at him with a smirk and blown pupils, you spoke ; "I know a way to keep your thirst at bay."

quickly, his smile dropped to a frown and gaara shook his head. "(y/n), I know what you're feeling, it's what I'm designed to do; captivate and kill, but..." reaching up, he carefully stroke a strand of your hair. "I've sworn off killing and drinking from humans." with a sigh, he let his hand fall into his lap. he watched as you crawled closer again, each of your legs resting at his sides, straddling him. "you don't want me?" the question made him look at you with frustration, "what do you mean?". "I want you to drink from me" to underline your point, you stroke your hair back to reveal the soft skin of your neck. "if you want..." looking at his unreadable expression, you started losing confidence. it was clear that he was torn - wouldn't it be for his amazing restraint, he'd have his fangs buried in you back at the café, where he first smelled the sweetness pumping through your veins. not to mention the situation right now ; his knuckles white from holding back having a taste of ambrosia right next to him. you traced his skin with a finger, feeling how cold and soft it is, "don't hold back."

with that, gaara let out a quiet whine and nustled his head in the crook of your neck. pressing a sweet kiss on it, he asked ; "you sure?". you pushed your hand against the backside of his head, bringing him closer to you. "yes." feeling his lips part, you tried to contain your excitement but ultimately failed as he sunk his fangs in. a loud moan escaped you after his first suck, he gently laid you onto your back and continued. deep groans and unintelligible babbles left him, you could make out the words "too good". the pleasure was indescribable, like the way weed hits after a long break or a big swing of icy water on a hot summer day - his hand pressed into your waist to move you closer until there was no more space left, you could feel him gulping greedily. slowly starting to grow lightheaded, you pressed against his shoulder with a mumble of his name, with one last suck, gaara stopped. his teeth redacted and you felt your warm blood running down your throat. obviously, he couldn't waste that and licked a long stripe back to your wound, where he licked away the spilling drops like a kitten. needily, you pressed your hips against his and started grinding helplessly. "gaara...please. I need more." he lifted himself off enough to look at you, lips and chin red ; "more?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth teasingly. "what does that mean, hmm?" peppering kisses all over you, he enjoyed the way you squirmed and stuttered, without coming up with a comprehensive answer. "please use your words, love." gaara gently started to knead the meat of your thigh. "wanna cum..." you mewled pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment. gaara pressed a little kiss against your lips; a reward, of sorts. "good girl." moving down, he pulled the zipper of your skirt down, helping you shimmy out of it, revealing your (hogwarts house)-themed underwear. "cute panties" he commented with a wink, before slowly pulling it down your legs. breathing in deeply, you pressed your thighs together and hid your face, feeling shy all of a sudden. "what's wrong?" he asked, "I'm nervous!" a giggle left him as he moved your hands away, he kissed you again and hummed against your lips. "me too."

now situated between your legs, gaara focused on leaving hickeys and bites on your thighs. "thank you..." he stopped, licking your blood off his lips, "for letting me drink from you." your hand found its way onto his hair, petting it gently - "how does it taste?" you ask, genuine curiosity laced in your voice. "it's so good, indescribable, really. from now on I'll never drink anything else." he smiled bashfully and ducked between your decorated legs again. "stop teasing" you whined, as he continued sucking hickeys onto your inner thighs, "can't-" another kiss, "help myself." fed up with him playing around, you grabbed his hair and pulled his face to your weeping pussy, thighs pressing together to hold him there. surprised at your sudden dominance, he gasped, his hands shot up to hold your waist and bring you even closer. without wasting time, he started licking a long stripe down your folds and up again, sucking your clit into his mouth. your arched your back off his bed with a shout, to which he grabbed a tight hold of you, stopping your wiggling with an immense strength. he continued focusing on your clit, moving his tongue in infinity shapes against your sensitive nub, sucking and having you feel his fangs scrape against it. gaara moved one of his hands to start fingering your dripping hole, amazed at how you got so incredibly wet for him. he felt you sucking his fingers in with greed, tightening and pulsing around him - imagining bullying his cock inside you, he felt his dick hardening more at the thought of it. looking up to watch your ecstatic face, gaara almost came in his pants. especially after hearing you moan and scream out his name so sweetly. he felt you trying to push his mouth closer - the thought of having you sit on his face next time shot through his mind as he continued pleasing you with eagerness - watching your tear-strained face tipping closer to the edge. "gaara...m...close! so close!" you moaned and started babbling praises at him, how good it felt and how he shouldn't stop, that he's the best you ever had and you never wanna leave. his heart started to beat quicker and with a final push of his tongue, you broke down. a loud moan escaped you and he felt your pussy spasming and creaming against his face, absolutely drunk on the feeling of having so much of you on him.

"so...what else do you like to read?" you were trailing random shapes on gaara's chest. after a shower, some romantic banter and you putting on one of his shirts, you cuddled on his bed, using it for the first time in ages, probably. he let out a soft chuckle and pulled his arm tighter around you, "I like mieko kawakami."

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danddymaro · 10 months

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Got me | Gaara x Reader

A lil fluffy

Could be a friendship/ship

Word Count: 363

Got me

You looked down at the aqua-colored eyes that looked up at you from below. They narrow slightly as the sunlight behind you felt a touch too overwhelming.

Strands of fire red fall over them too, obscuring the sight before they are blown away by a simple blow of breath of yours.

After the small accomplishment, you smile just as those sea-colored eyes fully open, rounded.

The air fans Gaara's face, but rather than cool him off it makes heat rise over his features, gradually worsening before he looks away, his lips pressed together thinly.

"You've made your point..." he said wearily, flustered.

Grains of sand coil around your ankles, willing, but not going further. you can feel the bits of debris make way up your leg, crawling into your clothing too, making you huff out before you pout with a bit of disappointment.

"I'm not teasing you to be cruel," you say, your face demonstrating a softhearted expression soon after.

You did tease him quite a bit, but at that moment, you truly meant no harm.

He relied entirely too much on his sand, and while it'd started off as a silly challenge, the more you thought about it, the more you became stuck on the idea,

" Your taijutsu needs some work," you say just a tad bit smugly before you straighten out your back, though you don't back off. You're still sitting on the sand nin's stomach as you lean back, shaking your head.

"- Lucky for you, you've got me," you said with a hard grin as you point your thumb to your chest.

Silently, Gaara stares at you with the same rounded eyes of before, though they soon slack and he softly smiles at you.

He's not one to take for granted his new bonds, though as he's become more busy with his new position, he's had so much on his mind.

He hasn't even had a proper moment to spend with you, something he feels guilty for.

"Ah...I do, don't I?" he replies back in a tender voice, musing over how lucky he is to have you in his corner, even if you're a bit too cheeky sometimes.

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vermillionflames · 3 years

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Wedding Night

Gaara x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,244

Warnings: arranged marriage, virgin sex, oral sex, unedited smut

I was nervous. My heart had been racing all day thanks to my wedding day anxiety, and the unsolicited advice from literally every single woman attending did not help. Neither did my father’s look of sympathy as he gave me away. My heart, having beat so fast it ran out of fuel, had dropped to the pit of my stomach the second we got into the carriage to take us to our home. This was the first time I was truly alone with my now husband, and it was dead silent. I was convinced he had fallen asleep with his eyes open, bored out of his mind, while my mind was reeling with all the scenarios that could happen.

The Kazekage was many things, but not a charmer. That much I was certain.

The carriage stopped and a guard opened the door. Not acknowledging me, again, Gaara got out first. A second guard presented his hand to help me exit as he continued towards the door. Lovely.

The house was massive, and right in the middle of the village. My face became hot realizing how easy everyone had access to it. Not only did it seem unsafe, the lack of privacy was a waving red flag.

Then I noticed his siblings standing in the door frame. We would have witnesses to our consummation.

I tried not to dwell as I followed Gaara inside.

His siblings vanished from the porch and then the door shut with the wind.

“We have the place to ourselves tonight,” he spoke in a low, monotone voice, “They reside here as well and will be back tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they don’t bother you the same way they bother me.”

“Was that… a joke,” I tried to crack a smile but I was so anxious it didn’t translate through my face.

For the first time all day he really looked at me. The silence was heavy. My shoulders slouched and my face dropped after a few moments, he was disappointed with his bride.

“Come,” he turned around and started up the flight of stairs, “I’ll show you to our room.”

Not having separate rooms detracted half the advice I had been given early, but I was glad I wouldn’t have to deal with being alone when I went to sleep my first nights in a new home.

Gaara opened a door on the second floor and led me inside. The room was nothing special. A king size bed in the middle of the left wall, wearing deep blue sheets. Across were two armoire closets, made of cherrywood, and a door that seemingly led to a bathroom. It was bare, unlived in.

I turned to look at him by my side.

“I don’t have much skill when it comes to decoration,” Gaara said, meeting my eyes, “You can change everything to suit your liking.”

“O-okay,” I answered.

We stood there in silence, staring at each other, yet again.

My face got red as I realized it was about to happen.

“Um,” I stuttered, “Shouldn’t the sheets be white,” I looked down at my feet, embarrassed.

“If you want white sheets we can have them delivered in the morning,” he replied.

My brows furrowed in confusion, “I mean, like, for the blood.”

“What blood,” he asked, stepping closer he grabbed my hand and lifted my arm, “Are you injured?”

“No,” my heart shot up from my gut to my throat, “For the consummation,” I spoke too loudly for my liking. He placed my arm back down at my side.

“You are…,” he looked at me, “A virgin?”

I wanted to crawl into myself and die.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“That is good to know,” he walked towards the bathroom door, “I was hoping we could wait. I know everyone wants you swollen with my child by tomorrow, but,” he opened the door, “I think it best we get to know each other a little more. Your clothes should have been put in the closet on the right, I’ll be in here until you're changed into your pajamas.”

I was relieved at his idea to wait, though part of me just wanted to rip it off like a bandage. Then I got sick again knowing that I have never owned pajamas in my life… and that I sleep naked. I stalked to the closet, hoping there would be something that resembled sleepwear or that my mother had packed my belongings and threw me a bone. Inside all I found were tiny lace pieces and short satin dresses. Obviously, my ninja gear had been omitted from the move since I was no longer allowed to be in active duty, but nothing besides lingerie was inside the closet.

I threw open the single drawer at the bottom, praying for a miracle. It too had nothing but sexy underwear, and I wanted to faint when I saw leather straps. Who did this?! My shock made me lose my grip on the drawer and it fell onto the ground with a loud crash.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I answered too quickly and too loud.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t sleep in my wedding robe. I looked at all the dresses, concluding they revealed too much for a sexless night.

“There’s, um, there’s no pajamas in my closet,” I called to him. The door unlatched and opened as Gaara walked to me.

“I’m sure they just hid it from yo…” he trailed off taking in the mess on the floor, “There has to be something here.”

Gaara picked up a black strap off the floor, “What even is this,” he asked, tossing it aside. “Is this supposed to make me horny,” he picked up a tiny, lace thong, “My sister must have gotten your size wrong.”

I spit out an embarrassed laugh.

Eyes narrowed, he shuffled through the mess on the floor. “Why is there nothing but underwear in this whole closet?!”

“Can I just wear something of yours,” I asked.

His face softened, “Of course. What’s mine, is yours.”

His closet was full of clothes and pajamas, so I had plenty of options. He handed me a large black t-shirt and red drawstring pants. I nodded in thanks.

Gaara went back to the bathroom while I changed. I threw the shirt over my bare chest, swimming in its size. Then began the mental debate of panties. The ones I had worn with my wedding robes had meant to suck me in and were too tight for sleep, so I removed them. I picked up the pait Gaara had thrown aside earlier and put them on, not wanting to be bare underneath his pants. His pajamas were too big for me, but they were comfortable and warm.

“I’m done,” I called as I climbed into the bed. Gaara emerged from the bathroom, having also changed into pajamas, which matched mine. He flicked his wrists and the lights went out. I felt him climb into the bed next to me and settle. The quiet lulled me to sleep, where I dreamt of my husband touching my body.

Something in the night startled me awake. I ripped my eyes open, seeing the bare wall. In my sleep I had turned onto my side, my back facing Gaara… only... He had also turned onto his side and had his arms wrapped around me. His hand had wandered up my shirt and was now resting under my breast.

I squirmed to try and move myself, but he only tightened his hold around me. Panicking, I grabbed his arm and pulled it down, forgetting how strong I was. His shoulder popped and I felt him wake up. His hand remained too close to my boob, which he noticed. He flipped himself over mumbling an apology.

“Wait, Gaara,” I turned, poking his shoulder.

“Hmmm,” he grumbled, half asleep.

“I want to,” I blurted out. I blushed at my confession, but honesty was the best policy.

“Want to what,” he asked, turning onto his back.

“I want to consummate our marriage,” I whispered, regretting how I worded it.

Silence was my answer.

“Um, nevermind,” I moved to lay back down but Gaara sat up and grabbed my face, bringing me in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss was nothing like the one we shared during our ceremony. My body tingled in response. I whimpered when he pulled away, wanting more.

“Are you sure,” he asked, holding my face in his hand.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised before kissing me again. His tongue licked my lips asking for entry. I parted, not really knowing what to do. I just knew I wanted him as close to me as possible.

Gaara laid me onto my back, continuing the kiss. He paused to look at me, I fidgeted under his eye. He smiled, genuinely smiled at me, before continuing the kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, a feeling I won’t soon forget, before trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt. Tickling my stomach and hips before pushing the fabric upwards.

“I want to keep it on,” I gasped, not ready to be fully naked in front of him, despite the lack of light.

“Okay, Y/N, but anything you keep on, I get to keep on and we can’t make love unless we take off our pants.”

His choice of words shocked me. Make love? We hardly knew each other. Still, I nodded in agreement.

His hands moved to the waistband of the pants I was wearing and slowly pulled them down. He cocked his head to the side, recognizing the thong from earlier.

“I guess Temari did get your size right,” he winked.

I took a deep breath as his fingers looped around that waistband and pulled down. The most private part of me was now bare to him.

“If you want to stop at any point, please tell me. You can shove me to the floor if you want,” he waited for me to acknowledge him before continuing. I didn’t trust my voice so I nodded.

One second he was staring at me, the next his head had fallen to my core. I soon realized what he was doing. His tongue licked up my folds, making my yelp. I had touched myself before, but my fingers never felt like this. I felt him smile with pride as his licks made me squirm and gasp. I kept my hands at my side, gripping the sheets. The pleasure increased when Gaara wrapped his mouth around my clit and lightly sucked, continuing the tongue laps. The bed beneath was soaked from how wet I was.

On instinct, my hands went to his hair and pulled him closer to me as I begged for more. My embarrassment and anxiety from earlier had vanished due to my lack of need for his touch. I didn’t want him to stop, and I told him that too.

I felt one of his fingers enter me, making my volume increase. He pumped his finger before releasing my clit from his mouth.

He looked up at me from his position at my hips, our eyes met and my body came undone.

“Do you still want to,” he stood at the side of the bed when my orgasm stopped rippling through me.

“Yes,” my voice was so heavy with desire I didn’t recognize it.

“Shirts still on?”

I blushed but nodded.

“Okay,” I watched Gaara remove his pants, revealing a long, hard cock. My body hummed in excitement as he climbed back on top of me.

“Y/N,” Gaara grabbed my face with one had, forcing my concentration on his eyes and not his member, “Remember what I said about stopping me?”

“Yes,” I answered too quickly.

He smiled, “Good, now look at me.”

I kept eye contact as he entered me. My face slowly shifted into one of discomfort as more went inside. It wasn’t painful like I had been warned, but it was a new sensation that was extremely uncomfortable.

Gaara groaned when he was fully sheathed. He didn’t move his hips, opting to kiss my cheeks while I got used to his size.

“Please,” I finally asked, “Give me everything.”

Gaara growled in approval before moving his hips backward, slowly he thrust in and out of me. I moaned, moving my hands to grab his back and hold him to me. He took my expression and noises as cues. Once I had gotten louder, and wetter, and quickened his pace, causing me to scratch down his back.

“More,” I begged, and he laughed.

“Tonight, this is as much as you get. I don’t want you to be too sore,” he angled himself to hit a particularly pleasurable spot and I cried out.

We were both sweating, moaning messes when I felt my orgasm approach. Gaara must have felt it too because he quickened his pace enough to meet me. We came together, which is something the old hags told me would not happen. Gaara laid on top of me for some time before flopping over.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yes,” I was still catching my breath, “That was so much better than what I was told would happen.”

“Oh?” Gaara sat up, massaging circles into my tummy, “Just wait until we become more accustomed to each other’s bodies.”

#gaara scenario #gaara fanfic #gaara x oc #gaara fanfiction #gaara x y/n #gaara x reader #naruto x reader #gaara oneshot #sabaku no gaara #gaara of the sand #suna no gaara #gaaraxoc #gaara headcanons #kazekage gaara

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loonyplenny · 2 years

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Gaara's week 2022 | Day 3 - Growth | Love

His love and growth

Being ninja of Sand village was rought those days.

Chunin exam at Konoha has been a mass and plan went completely doomed. Like that wasn't worst, when Baki-san returned, he and other shinobi found Fourth Kazekage dead in desert. They said his death was Orochimaru's fault.

You've never seen such a chaos.

If it only was just that...

Afrer inefficient Konoha's crush, Temari, Kankuro and Gaara returned home almost unrecognizable. Something about the deeply changed and that change was the most visible on Gaara.

You very well knew their story and seeing sudden change in light of their eyes was worring you.

It's been few weeks since everything happend and citizens started moving on with their lives or at least it smeed so.

People were walking around, talked and acted as always, but they looked more like ghost than humans.

And it made you unbearably nervous.

That day, you found yourself siting alone, far away from everyone. Again.

Maybe i really should talk to someone.

You were so deep in thoughts you didn't even hear footsteps approching you.

- Y/N?-, called Gaara's voice.

You jumped.

- Gaara...-, you sighed suprised. - What's bringing you here?-

- You're very quite. It's not like you.-, he said seriously.

You didn't know how to respon. He was right, yes, but still, he was Gaara.

So many scary stories about him, most of them were truth, but not all. Still, spilled blood was real. You were teriffed of him, but adults were the ones to blamed for that. He was just a child, like you and like everyone.

But, in contrast to every story you heared from all the adults, he didn't look like he was planing anything now and his eyes had diffrent shine.

- Y-yeah-, you brought your chin to your knees. - I'm not really myself nowdays.-

- Do you mind if I sit next to you?-

Did he just-

- But only if you're alright with it.-, he finished and it sounded like he was scared of your answer.

You blinked few times while you were thinking before you have him an answer.

- Yes, I'm totally alright with it! I'd, actually, really like some company.-

- Even mine?-

- Even yours. You're not really that bad.-

He was staring at you speachless. You patted stop next to yourself. - It's alright, Gaara. Take a seat.-

He sat down and he stared into the distance. Look in his eyes suddenly changed and it looked a bit sad.

You tilted your head. -Gaara? Are you alright?-

He sighed.

What shall I do?, you were wondering. You putted your hand on his knee, trying to give him comfort.

That made him freez.

Moving your hand back, you started scratching it nervously. - S-sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.-

He was quiet for a while.

Great...

- Don't be sorry.-, he finally spoked. -It's just that... My feelings are mixed. In Konoha, I meet someone with same story as mine. That really made me... I started to think and... I realized I'm unhappy living like this. I really want to change, Y/N. Do you... Do you think I can become someone else? Someone... Preciouse to others? Do you... belive in that?-

What a suprise.

It tooked you just a second to understand it all, not just words. And you smlied purely.

- Of course I belive in it, Gaara! I belive in it completly and I belive in you! You're such a kind person that it seems to me nothing would be impossible for you! And-, you came closer, your hand next to his, fingers brushing against one another, - for now on, you mave forever support and a friend in me! Belive it!-

- You... You actually mean that?-

- I do, Gaara, I do!-

But what you meant, it was true. He really changed, deeply from inside and he even looked diffrent outside, more healthy and more calm.

He was truly growing, and so did all of the love inside him.

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A/N :

If you'd like, listen to "Akuma no ko" while you read, it feels so... I don't have right words.

I had ti on repeat while writng and it feels *cheeif kiss*.

Enjoy!

#gaaraweek2022 #gaaraweek #gaara #gaara of the sand #gaara x reader #sunagakure #sand siblings #naruto #naruto oneshot #sabaku no gaara #ilovegaara #Spotify #akuma no ko

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impcrtance · 3 years

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hello! can i request gaara who wants to kiss his dense s/o? thank you!

⌦ categorization :: naruto | gaara x gn! reader | fluff | one-shot | 415 words

⌦ warnings :: none.

⌦ a/n :: for a moment i forgot what i was writing so that's why it feels a bit rushed at the end oops

you were aware that becoming a kazekage was a big honor, but also a big obligation. gaara and you have had a little bit of free time before due to the shinobi lifestyle, but now you were seeing each other even less often than before. this was one of the rare days when you could spend part of the day together without distractions.

you were on the border walls of the village. the view was amazing — from there you could see every building; from a distance everything looked so tiny. bright setting sun on the horizon that threw different shades of yellow, orange and pink all over the sky. a gentle breeze caressed your cheeks and whispered a soft melody to your ears.

you turned your head towards the gaara. still in the uniform of a kazekage, he had his gaze locked at some imaginary point in front of him. the last golden rays of the sun passed over his face. he was standing straight, with a face that showed no strong emotion. however, you could see in the corners of his eyes that he felt calm.

gaara directed his gaze towards your eyes. for a moment you were mesmerized by aquamarines that were looking at you — you couldn't take your eyes off them. gaara looked at you the same way. you studied every feature of his face; you felt a slight blush on your cheeks. for a second you closed your eyes enjoying the moment. only gaara's presence was enough for you to be filled with happiness and a sense of security. the words were completely unnecessary to you two.

when you raised your eyelids, gaara had a slight smile on his face. he tilted his head to the right while scanning your lips.

"d-do i have something on my face?", you asked in panic. you felt like you were blushing even more now. nervousness flowed through your body. it would be weird if you had leftovers of your meal around your mouth.

gaara frowned in confusion. "... no? why would you ask that?“

"you were looking at my mouth all the time and i thought...", your sentence was interrupted by gaara's chuckle. you tilted your head in confusion.

"i just wanted to... do something", he said and cupped you cheek with his hand. you didn't even realize what was going on until you felt gaara's lips on yours. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach; you returned kiss to gaara with pleasure.

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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A Simple Smile- Gaara X Reader

Hope this is what you were looking for!

You smiled as you finally reached the gates of Sunagakure. You had taken a minor mission to bring the Kazekage, Sabaku no Gaara a scroll about some treaty or another. You’d grown up with him before you had to move to Konoha, and he was your best friend.

You were practically buzzing with excitement as you walked in the Kazekage building and even the monotonous security checks didn’t have an effect on your mood.

You knocked twice on the large door, breath held, waiting to hear his voice. “Enter.” You all but burst in the door, a huge grin on your face. The redhead looked up in shock before a smile spread across his face.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” You walked to his desk, handing him the scroll. “Lady Tsunade wanted me to bring this to you… and she said I could stay a few days if that’s okay.” A smile overtook his stunning features. “You know that’d be more than okay, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you last.”

You sat on the couch against the wall as Gaara took a seat next to you. “I’ll probably be here for three days at most. I wish I could visit more often too…” You frowned, but it didn’t stay long. You refused to spend the time you did have sulking.

“Besides all your Kazekage work, what have you been up to?” You were hoping Gaara managed to take breaks so he could relax, but the second he looked down, you knew he didn’t “I haven’t had much time to relax recently, Sunagakure has been very busy.”

You eyed him for a moment. “I’m going to bring you to Konoha soon and you are going to relax.” You declared. The redhead looked a little puzzled. “What would I do there?” You grinned, listing all the fun activities he could try out. However, Gaara had zoned out as he stared at you.

The way your eyes twinkled, how your grin lit up the whole room, and how passionate you seemed. You seemed so invested in making sure he had ample time to recharge… no one had cared for him in such a way. He pushed aside the urge to clutch his chest at the odd fluttering feeling in his heart.

There was something, everything really, about you that captivated him. “Gaara? Are you listening? I asked if you-” You froze as his arms wrapped around you. You had no idea where this was coming from. One second you were talking about taking him on a tour and the next he was hugging you?

“I’m sorry I wasn’t listening… but you looked so perfect… is this okay?” Your face matched his hair as you felt his lips brush against your neck as you spoke. It was nothing short of a surprise to you that the boy who never hugged was so great at it.

“Y-yeah it is.” Your arms tentatively went around his waist. “You really care that much about me having a break?” You squeezed him tighter. “Of course I do! I l-” Your voice caught at what almost slipped. You shut your mouth tightly, hoping he let the slip slide. But he didn’t instead he gently pulled your back by your shoulders so he could see you. His seafoam eyes searched yours as if looking for some elaborate answer.

Cautiously, giving you plenty of time to back away, he lowered his lips to yours. You had read plenty of romance novels which had spoken of fireworks and how you couldn’t think of anything but him, but it wasn’t like that. Instead of fireworks and sparks, it felt like peace. Everything slowed down and you felt as if all your stress had melted away.

The second Gaara pulled away and saw your smile, the very smile he had fallen in love with, he knew he would be willing to go on a tour anywhere as long as it was with you.

#naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden #gaara x reader #sabaku no gaara #drabble #oneshot #reader insert

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moonbeam-writing · 1 year

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♡ Valentine's Day Event 2023 ♡

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❥ Day Three (2/12/2023): Finn (Arcane) in Anywhere Else!

⊹ฺ Finn’s favorite place to have the Reader is on his lap during a Chem Baron meeting, looking pretty and mouthing off at Silco.

— Word Count: 641

❥ Day Two (2/13/2023): Gaara Sabaku (Naruto) in Sleep Aid!

⊹ฺ After Gaara comes back to life thanks to Lady Chiyo, he's told to take a few days to recover. While he's stuck in a bed he rarely used while he had Shukaku, the Reader keeps him company.

— Word Count: 775

❥ Day One (2/14/2023): Toshiro Hitsugaya (Bleach) in Take a Break!

⊹ฺ Despite the relative peace in the Soul Society, the Captain of Squad 10 seems to be overworking himself more than usual. Lucky for Toshiro, the Reader is more stubborn than he is.

— Word Count: 496

#valentine's day event!#arcane finn x reader #gaara sabaku x reader #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #arcane fluff #naruto fluff #bleach fluff #arcane finn x reader oneshot #gaara sabaku x reader oneshot #toshiro hitsugaya x reader oneshot

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13as07 · 1 month

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Spitting Image #5

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to o3_kurisutarogubo]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,599

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Gets heated toward the end :)

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It feels like there are millions of eyes on me as I cut up Yoshiki's fruit to have with his breakfast. The three chefs of the kitchen along with my handmaid - Gou - all look at me like I've grown a second head. I've grown used to the looks over the past week. Apparently, no one in the palace ever does anything for themselves, besides me, I guess.

"Darling?" Gaara calls again, pulling another annoyed sigh from me. "My darling, please acknowledge me."

"What is it that you need?" I grumble, continuing to chop up the fruit. Things were going well between us. Gaara was succeeding at giving me space and every night this week he has crawled into my bed to cuddle for a while... then this morning when he came to greet Yosh he asked me what season I'd like to have the wedding. Talk about knocking us back to square one.

"I wish to apologize."

"What?" I asked, snapping my head towards him in a bit of disbelief.

"I have been reading about relationships. It seems that my constant conversation about marriage is making you feel trapped, that is not what I'm trying to do. So, I would like to apologize."

"Uh - okay?" I mutter, quickly blinking at the ginger standing next to me.

"I am sorry for making you feel trapped. I would like you to know that you are free to come and go as you wish. You are free to do as you wish..."

"But?" I ask, Gaara's gaping mouth and his flickery eyes giving away to the add-on he's struggling with.

"But, my darling, with me being the Kazekage and us being... there are dangers to Yoshiki and you all over the Great Nations, including our nation and... I don't want you upset but I would like a guard to join you when you go out if Shinki and me are not coming along with you. I'm sorr - "

"That's understandable," I cut him off, swiping the cut fruit off the cutting board and plumping it into a bowl. "I don't know anything about the village so even if a threat did rise I wouldn't have any chance, so that's not an unreasonable request."

"Oh," he whispers, slowly blinking at me as the gears in his head shift. "I am glad that we agree."

"Me too."

Gaara stays put, the two of us watching as Yosh eats his scrambled egg and diced fruit. "Gaara?" I call after a couple of minutes.

"My darling?"

"I should apologize too," I murmur, turning my focus towards him.

"What do you have to apologize for, my dear?"

"I'm sorry I tried to hit you last week. I shouldn't take my anger out on you in the first place and I really shouldn't take it out on you like that. I'm sorry for making things difficult for you too. I wish I was ready to get married but... I'm just not there yet."

"It's alright, darling. When you are ready, I will be here waiting," Gaara mutters, face scrunched up as his hand slowly moves forward. It lands on top of my head, softly patting me as his face unscrunches. "I would like to take you on a date tonight. I would also like to buy you a new outfit for our date but Shinki thinks you'll just buy it for yourself, so I already did. If you do not like it, I shall return it and find you something else."

With that, Gaara kisses the top of Yoshiki's head before turning on his heels and disappearing from the kitchen.

My eyes flicker back to our son who's having the time of his life squishing his egg into the plate of his high chair. "Yosh," I call, his head picking up and a huge smile crossing his face once he realizes I'm the one who called him. "Papa is going to take me on a date tonight. What do you think of that?"

"Baabaa," his voice rings out, trying to say 'papa' like his older brother does.

"Yes, Papa. Who am I? Am I mama?"

"Baabaa," he repeats, smashing his fork into his dismembered egg.

I smile at my boy, enjoying the sweet moment we're sharing. Gaara's talk of the future might terrify me but I can't wait to see the man our son will grow into.

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The yukata got me is beautiful and probably worth a pretty penny. Gou is tucked behind me, pinning the white material stamped with red flowers to my body. "Gou?"

"Yes, my last?"

"How much do you think my yukata cost?"

"I think Lord Fifth paid eighty-two hundred yen for it, I'm not sure though," she mumbles around the pins in her mouth.

"Oh," I mutter, looking over the outfit in the body mirror again. Gou has dolled me up and, my hair done with a matching pin through my locks. "Where's Gaara taking me?"

"I am not allowed to tell you, my lady. Direct orders from the Kazekage."

"Has Kankuro shown up yet?"

"Yes, my lady. Please stop worrying about Yoshiki and Shinki. They will be safe and cared for while you're out."

"I can't do that," I mumble to myself, shifting when Gou accidentally likes me with a pin. I'd rather Kankuro watch the boys than anyone else in the village, but I'm still not too fond of the idea. I know Kankuro even less than I know Temari, and I was overly anxious about leaving my son with her.

"What can't you do, my darling?" Gaara's voice rings out before his hands settle on my hips. They flutter a bit like he can't decide whether it's a good idea to be touching me or not.

"Calm down," I mutter, settling my hands on top of his, keeping them in place. My eyes scan over his image in the mirror, taking in the matching yukata he's wearing.

"Why can't you calm down?" Gaara asks, eyes flickering between us in the mirror and the wall of my bedroom.

"I'm just nervous about leaving the boys home with your brother."

"Do not take up your mind with worries. Kankuro would do anything for his nephews," he murmurs, trying a squeeze to my hips. When I don't tell him to stop, he squeezes me again... and again. "You look very nice, my dear. Are you ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I murmur, slowly pulling away from his touch. His face scrunches from my movements, what I think is sadness covering his face. "Where are you taking me?"

"Tonight is the first day of the Prickly Pear harvest. A festival goes on every night of the harvest. We are going there, and then we will watch the stars as we wait for the fireworks."

"Prickly pear?" I ask, a giggle slipping out. What a weird name for a crop.

"Yes. They are pears that grow on a cactus. They have the same spikes as a cactus does, hence prickly pear."

I hum in amusement, making my way out of the room with Gaara in tow. "I've never had a prickly pear."

"We shall get you a prickly pear then," he mumbles, making me laugh again. 'Prickly pear' is a weird thing to hear Gaara say. "Come here, my dear. You are too far away from me," he grumbles, stepping forward quicker before his arm wraps around mine. "You need to stay close so you do not get hurt or lost during the festival."

"Is that the only reason?" I tease, tightening my arm around his as I shift closer to his side.

His eyes flicker to me before settling on our looped arms. "... yes," he whispers, head back on straight as he leads me down the hallway. "Perhaps not," he adds on, cheeks coated in a pale pink.

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Gaara's eyes are locked on me as I enjoy the Prickly Pear Icy he bought me. It's not as exciting as I thought it would be. It tastes like a musk melon. "Do you like your treat?"

"It's good," I mumble around the popsicle. "I like the meat stuff on the stick you got me more though."

"Would you like more? We can go back to the booth," he rambles, head spinning as he looks for the meat-on-a-stick booth we were at a few moments ago.

"No, I'm good," I tell him, using the arm still looped through his to pull him closer. The attempt to calm Gaara works, he - mostly - settles down again. His eyes are still as sharp as a hawk, scanning the festivalgoers for any possible threats. "So, I don't know about you sandfolk, but in the Leaf, there's usual games and such to play too. Do you guys have that here?"

"Of course, what kind of festival would it be if we did not have games?" He grumbles, eyes flickering around the people that shift out of the way as we walk. "Is there a game you have in mind?"

"I don't remember what it's called, but you have these paper paddles and you try to catch a fish with them. If you win you get to take the fish home."

"Kingyo Suku."

"What?"

"The game you are speaking of, it's called Kingyo Suku," Gaara explains before he lets out a soft sigh. "One moment dear," he groans, tugging me in front of him before his hands settle on my hips. The man-handling and added weight to my hips make my chest - and a little more than that - flutter. "Hello Matsuri," He greets the person bee-lining for us.

"My lord," the girl greets back, bowing her head quickly before straightening up again. "And...?"

"This is... she's my... this is consort Kazekage," Gaara finally pushes out, stumbling over his words a bit.

The girl's eyes widen a bit, her smile wavering as she focuses on her village leader. "I didn't know you were married, Lord Fifth."

"I'm... not," he mutters, using his hold on me to pull me against him. "She is... what is it that I can help you with, Matsuri?"

"Oh! The word around the village is that you have a second son now," the girl's eyes flutter to me once the sentence is out, her jaw locking a bit before she turns back towards Gaara. "I was hoping to meet him."

"I do, yes. He is not here with us. I am hoping to introduce him to the village on the last night of the festival. I wouldn't want to take the light away from the village farmers today, and I still need to talk to his mother about her thoughts on it," He answers, his hands jumping up to my arms when he says the word 'mother'. "Soon enough my son will be officially announced, as will his mother, so do not worry."

"Oh great," the lady says, eyes stuck on me now. "What a... joy for the village. A new prince and our Kazekage has picked his consort."

"It is quite the joy, yes. Now please excuse us, I promised my consort a festival game." With that, the woman bows again and Gaara quickly shifts us away from her. "My apologies, darling," he mutters once we're out of her earshot, sliding his arm back around mine.

"What's a consort?" I ask, letting my eyes trail over the lanterns strung around the booths as I replay the interaction we just had. The girl was jealous of me, right? That's what that whole thing was, right? Or am I just reading into it? I think I'm reading into the situation too much.

"It is the royal title of the monarch's... partner. Usually a wife, but you have made it clear you are not ready for that, so you shall be introduced to the village as my consort instead of my wife." Gaara nods his head in agreement with himself, another one of his ticks that I don't quite understand.

"What's the deal with the girl that was talking to you?"

"She was one of my students."

"I think your student has a crush on you."

He falls still, eyes sharp and locked on me. "Does that upset you? Do I need to fix it? How would I go about fixing an issue such as this?" Gaara races out, his sight more intense the longer he talks. "I do not wish for Matsuri to have a crush on me, I wish for you to have a crush on me. My darling - "

I jump up a bit, plopping a kiss on his cheek before falling flat on my feet again, cutting off the panicked Kage. "Stop worrying, Gaara. I do have a crush on you and I don't care that Matsuri does. I was just curious."

"Oh," he whispers, blinking in his slow 'I'm trying to figure this out' way. "That is good news."

"Yes, it is," I mutter, curling my arms around his tighter, gluing us closer together. It's not a lie, I do like Gaara. He's grown on me over the past couple of months. He just has a tad of separation anxiety, terrible communication skills - as do I - and a small fear of abandonment, all of which we can work through. All of which scares me.

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My eyes are turned towards the sky, enjoying the colorful explosions decorating it. Gaara and I are laid out on a sand dune a ways out from the village. He laid out a blanket underneath us to attempt to keep the sand off of us. Sand has a mind of its own so, of course, it's not working, but the attempt is sweet.

"Gaara?"

"Dear?"

"Do they have the fireworks every night of the festival or just tonight?"

"Every night."

Slowly I slide my hand across the blanket, in search of his hand. When my fingers bump into his, Gaara stiffens. Despite his reaction, I carefully intertwine our fingers together, his body relaxing once our hands are tied together. "Gaara?"

"My darling?"

"Do you think we can watch the fireworks again tomorrow?"

"Whatever you wish for I will make happen."

"You could have just said yes," I respond, stifling a laugh that threatens to spill out.

Our words fall silent, only the sound of the popping fireworks filling the space between us. The sky continues to be temporally decorated, bright reds, blues, yellows, and everything in between coating the sky.

Once the last sparkle of light falls from the sky, I turn my head towards Gaara, preparing to ask if he's ready to leave. When my sights settle on him, his eyes are already locked on me. I'm thankful for the darkness that hides the embarrassment crawling across my face. How long has he been looking at me? Why must he always be looking at me so tensely?

"My darling?" I let a hum out, letting Gaara know I'm paying attention to whatever he's going to say. "I... wish to cuddle in bed with you tonight."

"You usually do, Gaar. That's fine by me."

"No, not like that. I... do not wish to leave. I want..." His head turns away from me, focusing on the stars stamped into the black backdrop of the night.

I turn my head too, enjoying the clear skies of the open desert. "Do you want to sleep in the same bed? Is that what you're trying to ask?"

"... yes. If you do not want me to, I will not. I know you said you do not want to share a room."

I turn on my side, our connected hands stabbing into me because of the position. "Gaara?" I call, rubbing my free hand over his chest.

My view of his eyes is cut off as he blinks repeatedly, his chest jumping quickly, and his body going tense again. I move forward more, our noses bumping because of how close to his face I am. "My darling dear?" He breathes out, the words shaky as he scans my face.

The combination of my nicknames makes me smile, my tongue poking out to run over my bottom lip as the thought of kissing Gaara crosses my mind. "Ya, you can sleep in my bed tonight," I murmur, more than kissing slowly starting to fill my mind.

"I can?"

"Yes, if you want to. Do you want to?"

Gaara's head nods quickly, his nose switching from bumping into mine to bumping into my cheek because of his movements. His eyes are blown out as they look at me, a nice difference from the usual slit shape they hold. "Please?"

I let out a strained sigh because of the single word, the thoughts of marriage and another baby not seeming so scary anymore. This is how I got pregnant the first time. Well, not exactly, same feelings and thoughts as that night though. "Okay," I whisper back, starting to pull away so I can stand up.

The arm pressed under me jumps up, landing on my back and gently pushing me back into please. "Darling?"

"Gaara?" I ask back, our eyes locked, his slightly twitching like he's not sure what to do.

"Just sleeping, yes?"

"Just sleeping," I echo, the smallest part of sanity pushing through the tension of the moment.

"Can I at least have a kiss? It is customary to have a goodnight kiss at the end of a date, yes?"

"Ya," I breathe out, Gaara's hand present on my back softly pushing me closer to his face.

"Then I would like a kiss... then we can go home," he mutters, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, his chest bouncing with anxiety. "And just sleep."

"And just sleep," I repeat, more for my benefit than his. If I say it enough maybe I'll believe.

The hand on my back slowly snakes up my body, ending its slithering on the back of my neck. Gaara's touch is soft and slow as he closes the lack of distance between us.

His lips are rough, bruised, and scabbed over. They taste like chamomile tea; apple-ly with a hint of honey. His hand gets rougher, pushing me against him more as he deepens our kiss. Gaara's tongue pokes out, teasing my lips apart. I give in, parting my lips a bit. His tongue slips in, toying with mine for a moment before he slowly pulls away from me. "Just... just sleep," he mutters, eyes hazy as he looks up at me.

"Just sleep," I repeat for the third time tonight, slowly pulling our bodies apart.

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“This is not just sleep,” Gaara murmurs against my neck, his hands eagerly shoving the sleeves of my yukata down my shoulders, the material of it balling at my elbows. His lips travel down my neck, making quick work across my newly exposed skin.

“No, this is not just sleep,” I echo, my hands gripping the front of his clothing.

“We’re supposed to just sleep,” he continues to whisper, hands sliding across the door of the Hokage palace in search of the keyhole. “We should just sleep,” he adds, the sound of the key sliding into the lock filling the empty night air.

“Ya, we should… should just… sleep,” I whisper, tugging Gaara with me as the door swings open.

“Yes, of course. I have a busy day tomorrow,” he mumbles, the two of us stumbling down the hallway. His hands crawl across my body, tugging at my clothes, toying with the hems of it like he wants to slide his fingers under neither but isn’t sure whether he should or not. Our feet stumble just as much as Gaara’s hands, slowly moving us further down the hallway.

“I’m sure you do,” I scramble out, my hands falling to the front of my clothing, tugging on it to part the material covering my chest. “I… I’ll be up early for the boys, so… so we should go to sleep.”

“It would be better than fucking the hallway,” a deep voice rings out, cutting apart the tension growing between Gaara and me.

“Kankuro!” Gaara calls, his hands falling on top of mine, gripping them as he snaps my clothes shut again, effectively covering my bra. “How were the boys?” He grumbles, carefully fastening my yukata back in place.

“They were good, not as good as your night seems to be going,” Gaara’s younger brother chuckles out, finding his cock-blocking funny. “Yoshiki is fast asleep in his nursery, I just checked on him like five minutes ago. Shinki is asleep in his room, just checked on him too.”

“Thank you. Please see yourself out,” Gaara groans, his hands tightening and loosening around the material of my clothes.

More chuckles fall from the older man as he walks down the hallway, the sound of the door opening and clicking closed as he leaves.

“We… we should not just sleep,” Gaara mumbles, slowly tugging apart the front of my yukata again. His eyes scan my face as he does so, watching for my reaction.

“Oh ya? What should we do instead?”

Gaara’s mouth snaps open a few times, his answer stuck in his throat as his eyes jump from my face to my chest. “I should… should fulfill your… bedroom needs. Like last time I got to sleep in your bed. I would like… please?”

God damn it, at this rate, Gaara’s going to get his wish of having another kid before Yoshiki is four. “Whatever you wish for I will make happen,” I tease, repeating his words from earlier.

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Spitting Image Prequel

(Gaara Sabaku Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Bev-Nap]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,240

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Alcohol drinking/Drunk sex

Soft boi virgin Gaara

Praising/“Good Boy”

Hickeys/Scratch Marks

Mommy kink (you can’t convince me that Gaara doesn’t have a mommy kink)

Pleasure kink

Begging

Oral (female receiving)

Creampie

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The neon lights of the bar cut through the darkness, pulling me towards it like a moth. This day has sucked, this week has sucked, this month has sucked. Plus, the promise of cheap margaritas is almost impossible to deny. I'm a sucker for a cheap alcohol-induced night.

"Welcome in! Margaritas are two hundred yen a glass tonight!" The short-haired bartender calls out, a toothy grin on her face.

"Start me off with a strawberry margarita," I order, sliding into an empty barstool at the counter. "Then slide me a lime one once it's done."

"So start your second one as soon as I'm done with your first?" She asks a laugh following her words.

"Ya, pretty much," I giggle out too, slapping my ID onto the counter before laying six hundred yen on top. "Keep the extra as a tip, love."

"Damn, already sweet talking me. One strawberry and one lime marg coming up," the bartender says, snatching up my ID and the cash. She glances at my ID, checking my age before sliding it into the tab box alongside another twenty or thirty others.

It doesn’t take long for my drinks to come. As promised, I down the first one before taking my time with the second. As I’m sipping on the lime drink, the taste of it justifying the price, a voice rings out. “Sorry ma’am, but is this seat taken?”

I turn my head towards the voice, a shorter man with a head of shaggy red hair at the end of the sound. His hair interests me, it’s a dark red instead of the normal pale-red gingers tend to be. I wonder if it’s a dye job. “No, it’s not taking, sunshine.”

“O…oh,” the man stutters, slowly sliding into the stool next to me. “Thank you, for the seat,” he mumbles, a hand running through his hair. When his hair flips up because of the movement, a tattooed red mark is exposed on his forehead, only interesting me even more.

“Of course. No lady likes to drink alone,” I answer, the buzz of my margs setting in. “No girl likes to buy her drinks either.”

The man’s eyes blink slowly, exposing the black circles around his eyes. How cute, a hot ginger that’s good at eyeliner. “Would… would you like me to buy you a drink? Is that what you’re asking?”

I let out a deep laugh as a smile cracks across my face. “You don’t get hit on often do you?”

Another round of slow blinking before a soft “no” peeps out.

“Yes, I’m asking you to buy me a drink.”

The man’s face scrunches, nonexistent eyebrows smashed together. The red is totally a dye job. “What would you like to drink?”

“A mango margarita, please, sunshine.”

Mr Sunshine stumbles over his words as he orders a drink for himself and me. His eyes are wide and stuck on me as we wait for our drinks, the intenseness of his stare poking at my nerves. “So… I haven’t seen you around the village before. Are you from the Leaf or just passing through?”

“I am from the Village Hidden in the Sand.”

“Oh, that’s… cool. Whatcha doing here then?”

“I was meeting with your village’s Hokage,” he mutters, eyes flickering down to our drinks being set on the countertop.

“Oh, so you’re a Shinobi then?” I ask, my interest sparked even more. I’ll be the first one to admit I’m a bit of a band chaser. I don’t know what it is, but Shinobis just do it for me. Besides, they’re the best for one-night stands. There’s a million of them and they’re usually too busy for anything more than a rang and bang.

“Um… I guess so.”

“You guess so?” I ask, downing my drink quicker than I probably should. “Well, if I ask if your hair is naturally red are you going to say you guess so?” I add, shifting closer to the man.

“I… um… yes, I’m… I’m naturally a redhead,” the man stutters, his cheeks quickly growing the same shade as his hair. “And you… you’re really close to my face.”

I let out a hum, slowly backing away from the shinobi. “Sorry, I’m coming off a little strong,” I mutter, waving down the bartender, who goes into action starting another drink. What’s that? Number four? Maybe I should slow down. Mr Shinobi is still nursing drink number one. “Not much of a drinker are you?”

“No, I am not. I’m only here because my brother wants to ‘get blasted’ before his wedding,” the man says, the words ‘get blasted’ falling out of his mouth like it left a nasty taste behind. “I am just here because he said I have to be.”

“What is it that you don’t like about drinking?” I ask, trying to push the conversation forward.

“I do not like my senses being unbeneficial. Besides, most alcohol does not taste good.”

“Well duh, you ordered a double shot of whiskey. If you want something that tastes good you need to get something fruity, like my margaritas. Want to try?” I push my untouched glass towards him, encouraging him to try something different.

“My sister says margaritas are girly drinks.”

“So? Who cares what your sister thinks?”

The man’s eyes settle on me again, his eyes round and full of confusion. “Why are you talking to me?”

“Because I’m a little more than buzzed and you’re a little more than hot,” I answer honestly, shifting closer to him. I rest a hand on his knee, resting my head against his so I can whisper in his ear. “Besides, I love the sight of a ginger on his knees.”

“You wish to have sex?” The man asks, his eyes widened again and hands fluttering up and down my arms. “You… you wish for me…. To…?”

I let out a few giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek before I settle in my seat again. “Yes, but not until I slow down or until you catch up a bit, Sunshine.”

The Shinobi blinks a couple of times before his focus shifts to the drink I pushed toward him. He picks it up, downing it in a few gulps before setting the glass back down. “I do not like mangoes.”

I laugh again, sliding my nails over the inside of his thigh as I do so. “We could have ordered you a different flavor you know. What fruits do you like?”

“Apples.”

“Then let’s get you an apple margarita, ya?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, leaning closer as his eyes glare into mine. The closeness and intensity spook me a bit. “You are a strange person.”

“Why do you say that?”

“People usually don’t enjoy my… company.”

“You’re pretty, I don’t know who wouldn’t enjoy your company. But enough about your looks, you got any hobbies?”

The boy seems even more confused like he’s never given his looks any thought. “Plants,” he races out, eyes glancing at the apple-mixed drink that the bartender has left on the counter.

“Oh ya? I love plants. Willow trees are my favorite though,” I say, going on a ramble about the planet. The man nods along with my rant, his eyes locked on me the whole time. They’re pretty, slit, and a soft opal color. Dear Lord, all I can imagine is those pretty eyes looking up at me as he sits on his knees. “What’s your favorite plant, sunshine?”

“Barrel cactus!” He races out, blinking at me on repeat again. I get the feeling the man has never talked about himself before. “I… I mean, barrel cactus,” he says in a softer tone this time.

“Ya? Why’s that?”

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The Sand Shinobi clung to me is as red as his hair, cheeks heated as his head presses into my neck. “You are pretty,” he murmurs against my throat, his body weight pressed into me.

“You are hot,” I compliment back, swaying a bit because of the man’s weight and the alcohol flowing through my system.

“No, you are like really pretty and nice and your skin is so soft, and oh my that sounds murderous,” the redhead mumbles on and on, his hands sliding over my bare arms as he nuzzles his nose against me. “You are so nice. Did I tell you that? You have been really nice to me. I want you to feel nice. Let me make you feel nice. Please?”

The high-ranked shinobi’s ‘please’ comes out whiney, turning my gears even more as I unlock my front door. “Ya? You want to make me feel nice?” I mumble, throwing my things onto the table next to the front door.

“Please? I want you to feel nice, so bad. Let me make you feel nice,” the redhead begs, his hands wandering up and down my shirt, gripping the material like he might fall over without me.

While we were at the bar we talked about what he does for work. I don’t know what any of the things he said meant but he kept talking about the Kage palace so he must be some kind of high rank ninja. Having such a highly regarded shinobi begging to go down on me only turns me on more.

“You want to make me feel nice, sunshine?” I ask, shifting in his hold so we’re face-to-face. His head shakes like crazy, and his eyes are soft for the first time tonight but still locked on me like I’m the core of the Earth. “Be a good boy and kneel for me, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathes out, sinking to his knees, his hands sliding down to grip my hips as he moves.

“Dear lord,” I mutter, the sight of the shinobi looking up at me rushing arousal down my body. His head is lead against me, chin gently pressed against the waistband of my pants, eyes locked on me, and hands gripping my love handles. “You look so hot right now.”

“You are beautiful. You are the moon. You are the stars hung in the sky,” he mutters, eyes intensely on my face as he looks up at me. “But I do not know what I’m doing.”

“What?” I ask, toying with the ends of his hair. “Have you never gone down on a girl before?”

“I have never done… anything with… anyone,” he mutters, cheeks heating up again as his eyes flicker around. “But I do wish to make you feel nice. Tell me how to make you feel nice. Please?”

“Ah… are you sure?” I ask, tugging his arms off of me. “We’re both drunk. This isn’t how you want to lose your virginity,” I continue to ramble, walking away from the man kneeling on my floor.

“No, please. Pretty please?” The man begs, crawling across the floor after me. “You’ve made me feel good all night. Let me make you feel nice,” he begs, wrapping his arms around my hips again and burying his head into my stomach. “Please?”

I let out a sigh, toying with his hair again as he nuzzles my stomach. “Alright, sunshine. Let’s go into the bedroom though, okay?”

The Sand Shinobi lights up at my agreement, his hands sliding up, picking me off my feet as he stands up again. He’s a bit wobbly as he adjusts to his drunken balance and my added weight. He’s still a bit unbalanced as he tries the doors, opening the spare room packed full of storage before he opens the door to my room. “You’re really pretty,” he tells me again, settling me on the bed.

I lock my legs around his waist, keeping him stuck on top of me. “You’re really hot,” I echo, shoving my hands into his hair as I tug his face down.

I crash my lips against his, rubbing myself on his growing bulge. “Oh my… you’re… we’re…” the redhead mutters into my mouth, his hands crawling up and down my sides. I let out a giggle, using my hold on his hair to shift his head to the side. “You, you, you… you’re…” The words stumble out of him as I brush my lips across his neck, softly sucking on his skin every couple of kisses.

“Do you want me to stop?” I mumble, working a hand out of his hair to toy with the hem of his shirt.

“No! Please, no. Please keep going,” he gushes out, hands clinging to my hips, pressing me down against him as he takes over our humping. “I want… I want to make you feel good. Tell me… tell me how to make you feel good.”

“Slow down a bit, sunshine,” I hum, tugging his shirt up. My eyes flicker a bit, rolling over the outline of his stomach muscles. “Take your shirt off for me, okay?”

The man moves quickly, sliding his shirt off and tossing it to the ground before settling back in his spot. “Now what do I do?” He asks opal-eyes stuck on me as he waits for his directions.

“Keep moving your hips,” I order, the man going straight to rubbing against me again. I let out steady breaths, trying to keep my mind straight to work our way through this. “That’s it, you’re being such a good boy,” I mumble, tugging my shirt off too.

“I’m… I’m what?” He asks, soft eyes blinking like crazy as his pace picks up. His eyes flicker between my face and my chest, mouth almost watering as he looks at my boobs.

“You’re being a good boy,” I repeat, gripping his hair to tug his face toward my chest. “Keep being a good boy. Kiss and suck on my chest as you hump me, okay?”

“Yes… yes, ma’am,” he whispers, lips brushing against my chest, occasionally testing different ways of sucking on my skin. “It’s… there’s marks,” he whines, nose nuzzling me before he litters my boobs in more kisses. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave marks.”

“I like marks,” I coo, raking my fingers through his hair. “You can leave as many marks as you wish.”

“I… I want… take it off,” the Shinobi husks out, a hand sliding under the wire of my bra. “Please take it off. Pretty please? I want… I want to suck on… please?”

A smile slides onto my lips from the sound of the redhead’s desperation. I give into his wants, sliding my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. An audible whimper spills from the hardass shinobi when my boobs tumble out, his eyes blown out and entangled in my chest. His eyes flicker up to mine, his question stuck on his lips. “Go ahead, sunshine.”

With the permission voiced, his head dips down, his tongue sliding out to cup my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. My hand searches for his, gripping it and tugging it up to my free boob. “Fuck, sunshine,” I whimper, working my hips against his as he toys with my chest.

“Hey,” I hiss after a couple of minutes, tugging his mouth off of me.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry,” he rambles, his desperation soaking out from his eyes, quickly coating his face.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down,” I soothe, gently pushing his head down my body. “You just sucked a little too long, it’s no biggie.”

More sorrys tumble out of him as he kisses down my stomach, both hands on my chest now, squeezing my boobs as his mouth coats my torso. “I… what do…?” A whine falls from him, his inexperience getting to him.

“Sunshine, please calm down. You’re working yourself up. I’ll walk you through it,” I tell him, my fingers sliding under my waistband to tug my pants off. The ginger’s fingers wrap around the band too, quickly tugging my pants down my legs.

Once he’s back between my legs, my hands fall on his hair, slowly shifting his head down. “Can… I want… please?”

“Do whatever you want, sunshine,” I coo, twirling his hair around my fingertips. He jumps right in, coating my thighs in kisses and soft suckles as his hands grip my legs. His fingers dig into my flesh, sifting my legs open and closed around his head.

“I…” he mutters, tapping his nose against my underwear. “I want…”

“What do you want, sunshine?” I ask, toying with him as I grind myself against him. “Use your words like a good boy.”

“I want to go down on you. I want to taste you. I want you to feel good. Please? Mommy please?” I snap his head away from me, the bedroom name ringing in my head. “I’m sorry,” he races out, his opal eyes shiny and wide as he looks at me. “I didn’t… I don’t know why I said that. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s… fine. It just called me off guard is all,” I mumble, shifting his head back into please. I let out a few deep breaths before letting my hands go gentle in his hair again. “You still want to make Mommy feel good?”

“Yes,” he races out, littering kisses across my panties. “Please?”

“Ya… ya, make… make me feel good, baby.”

Another whimper falls from the man between my legs, his lip hungrily kissing my thighs as he tugs my underwear off. “What do I do?” He asks, eyes scanning my exposition before jumping to my face. “I just… lick at you, right?”

“Kind of, ya. You can move your tongue in and out of me too, or if you can find my clit you can suck and lick at that.”

“And your clit does what?” He asks, bending back down to bury his head in my pussy before his tongue starts sliding between my folds.

“My clit is a bundle of nerves that make me feel really good - and that’s it,” I moan out the second half, clinging to the roots of his hair. “Right… right there, baby.”

The Shinobi’s eyes jump up, locking in my face as his tongue swirls around my clit, running over it again and again. After a couple of licks, he changes direction, sucking on the bundle as his eyes scan my face. “Fucking… lord, baby,” I moan out, my back arching as my climax crawls forward. “Don’t, don’t, don’t change anything, you hear me? Keep doing that?” I order, my breath picking up as the edge moves closer.

He does as told, continuing to suck and swirl his tongue around in the way I’m enjoying. “Fuck. God damn it. Baby,” I whine, shoving his head further into me as the band in my stomach snaps.

Once I settle down from my high, the shinobi pops up from between my legs, eyes sparkling, and face covered in my mess. “Did I do good? I did good, right? Mommy, right?”

“Right,” I mumble, trying to steady my breathing. “Come here,” I call, leading him up my body. “You did so good. You’re such a good boy,” I coo, littering his face in kisses. A smile small crosses his face, eyes soft but still intense as he looks at me. What a weird little sandman.

“What do I do now?” He asks, head decking down to cover my chest in kisses. “Can I do it again, Mommy? Can I go down on you again? Please? Mommy please?”

“Not right now, sunshine. I want you to fuck me, okay?”

“Really?” He asks, his breath airy as he asks the question. “Can I? Can I really?”

“Ya. Let me grab a condom first,” I answer, leaning over to snap open my side table drawer. I dig around the drawer, searching for a rubber. “Um… do you have a condom?” I ask, shifting around the drawer some more.

“No, do you not have one?”

I let out a sigh, snapping the drawer closed. “No, I don’t, I’m sorry. Maybe if you’re in the village tomorrow - ”

“No,” he whines, burying his head in my chest, nuzzling my boobs as he whimpers. “I have to leave tomorrow. Please? It’ll be fine, right? One time won’t do anything.”

“You do know that sex leads to - ”

“I know how kids are made. Come on! Please? Pretty please?”

“Alright, okay. Just… don’t finish in me,” I give in, hands dropping down to work him out of his pants. My cheeks heat up as my fingers slide over his length, the soft virgin boy being bigger than I thought he would be. “Lord,” I mutter, working his pants the rest of the way down. Well, he definitely is a natural ginger.

“What? What’s wrong?” The Shinobi starts to panic, his eyes jumping around my body. “What did I do?”

“Hey, calm down. You work yourself up too much. You’re just… bigger than I thought you were going to be,” I mumble, settling my hands on his waist to shift him around.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, the opal of his eyes pooling into my view. The shinobi stumbles a bit, finding his balance above me. His hands settle on the sides of my head, nose pressed against mine as he looks down at me.

“No,” I breathe out, slowly using my hold on him to push his penis into me. “It’s… it’s a good thing, baby. A really good thing.” His chest pumps as he slides into me, his eyes fluttering as he looks down at me. “Okay, okay, um… do you think that you can move yourself in and out?” He nods his head quickly, mouth hung open as he sucks in oxygen. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Mommy. Yes, I can. I can… I can move myself,” he mutters, his hips moving back and forth, tugging his dick in and out of me. “Mommy,” he whines, head barring into my neck.

“Sunshine, move a little faster,” I ask, my nails digging into his waist. “Please, baby.”

“Yes, ya, whatever you want,” he races out, his pace picking up. I’m shifted up the bed because of his thrusts, the tip of his dick bullying its way into me. My nails race across his sides, tearing into his skin as I’m forced up the bed, the promise of scratch marks left behind. “Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy,” he whines, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“Hey,” I call out, digging my nails into him harder. “You should probably…” a moan cuts off my next order, fingers digging deep enough that I can feel his blood trickling onto my fingertips.

“Damn it,” he whines, burying himself into me, his movements stalling as his hands jump down to cling to my sides. “I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry,” the redhead whines, head dipped onto my shoulder as he bottoms out in me. “I’m really sorry,” he whines again, the warmth of his cum filling me up.

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My heart pounds as I push open the door to the convenience store. It's been a month... or two since I've had my period. I'm sure it's nothing, that the stress of life is just getting to me... but you can never be too sure.

The sound of my blood rushing rings in my ears as I stroll around the store, eyes flickering around for the aisle I need. It doesn't take long for me to find the family planning aisle, only increasing my heartbeat.

I feel like I'm going to throw up as I settle in front of the wall of pregnancy tests, quickly scanning over the pink boxes. I grab the cheapest one, figuring it’ll work just as well as the rest.

The sound of the test moving as I walk only makes my nausea worse. I’m sure I’m not pregnant, I’m sure it’s just stress. The test will come out negative. It’s just me crossing all my Ts and dotting all my Is.

“Hello! Did you find everything alright?” The cashier asks, an empty smile on her face.

“Ya, I did,” I mutter, placing the box on the counter.

The cashier’s eyes flicker between the box and me for a second before she scans it. “Would you like a bag?” She asks already placing it into one of the propped-up paper bags. “Your total is twenty-three hundred yen.”

I place the money on the counter, snatching the bag and the recite from the lady before turning on my heels. Panic and blood rush through me as I head toward the store bathroom. It’s going to be negative, this is just a precaution.

The lights of the bathroom are so bright that it almost blinds me, only adding to my stress. It’s just to check, it’s not going to be positive, it’s just to cross it off the possibility list.

I repeat the empty promises to myself as I take the test. My anxiety claws at my chest more and more as I wait for the test to process. How could I be so stupid? How could I let a one-night stand not use a condom? I always make them use one and then a hot sand shinobi shows up and all of a sudden my senses go out the window? What the hell? I can’t be a single mom. I can’t do this alone. But it’s fine because I’m not pregnant.

I shake the stick for a second, slowly opening my eyes to look down at it. “Well, shit.”

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Spitting Image #3

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Tamengkay]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,874

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Should I do a prequel of their night together? Hmm… probably

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The opal eyes my son inherited from his father are staring back at me from the door frame of my apartment. "Yoshiki isn't here right now," I mutter, clinging to the door I've cracked open.

"I know. Shikadai and Inojin were playing with him at the flower shop when I stopped. I stopped at the flower shop, on the way, for these," Gaara races out, shoving one of the fancy bouquets toward me. Ino and I tease that it's the 'I fucked up' bouquet since its starting price is twelve thousand yen.

"The thought is appreciated but flowers aren't a good present for a nine-month-old," I point out, a ting of sadness aching in my chest. Yoshiki has officially been out in the world longer than I carried him for.

It's been about two months since Gaara met his son and since we met Yoshiki's family. The Hokage keeps randomly showing up, never going longer than a week without appearing back in the village. More often than not he's only gone three or four days, and while he's away his older sister tends to show up.

The extra help is nice, for the most part. I'm still a bit on edge about letting Temari help though. I don't like someone I barely know around my kid, even if it is his Aunt.

The only person stressing me out more than Temari is Gaara himself. He seems cold most of the time, definitely not the blushing 'oh my this is happening' guy he was the night we spent together. He also seems to not know what he's doing, which I get if it wasn't for the older son he has. It leaves room for speculation.

That and I can only imagine how the sand village is reacting. It's a good half-a-day trip either way, and with him spending so much time in the Leaf I'm sure his council isn't too happy, especially since rumor has it our council isn't too happy with his constant appearance.

Pair all that with the constant shove of money in my face and it doesn't sit too well in the gut. I know he's doing it in good nature, the fancy dinners, constantly buying new things for Yoshiki and leaving money around the house when I deny it from him. I know it's all meant in good faith... I think, but it stresses me out too.

I don't need Gaara to take care of us, to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad Yoshiki's father can offer him the nicer things in life and a part of me is glad that he wants to. But it still stresses me out. It makes me feel like he's setting himself up for a 'you owe me'. Another worry that doesn't get stomached too well.

I haven't used any of the money Gaara keeps leaving behind. I have been saving it though, squirreling it away, keeping it as a little nesting egg in case Yoshiki and I do have to make a run for it. My father might have kept me blind to the Shinobi world but he didn't keep me blind from ways to keep myself safe. Rule number one: always have a packed to-go bag and an exit plan. At the rate things are going, that might just come in handy.

"I know that," Gaara says a bit defensively, pressing the flowers to his chest before leaning them back towards me. "I got them for you," he mutters, eyes jumping around the apartment I'm in the middle of cleaning. "What is it that you are doing?"

"Cleaning," I answer, eyeing the flowers. Is Gaara acting suspicious or am I being paranoid? We shall see. "Yoshiki has grown out of his pre-me clothes and some of the other outfits he has so I'm going through them. Whatever Konah and his wife don't want is going to be taken to the women's shelter."

"Pre-me?"

"It's short for premature. Yoshiki was born just short of thirty weeks. He was really small, three point two pounds. He's doing good now. His doctors say he's still a bit underweight but it's nothing to worry too much about. Just something to monitor." During my rant I've shuffled away from the door, focusing on folding more of Yosh's clothes and placing them in the box to bring Konah.

"I was born premature," Gaara whispers, following behind me to watch as I fold.

"My mother was too, so the chances of Yoshiki being a pre-me was always there. Besides that's a thing that comes from the mother's DNA, so don't work yourself up over it."

"I was not going to," he murmurs, eyes jumping around the small space as his cheeks slowly dust themselves pink. I hum in disagreement, carefully watching as Gaara makes the short walk from the living room to the kitchen. "Where do you keep your vases?"

"I don't have any vases."

"What do you mean you 'do not have a vase'?" He asks, face scrunched up as he looks at me.

"Exactly what it sounds like. I don't own a vase. Never have cause I've never needed one."

"I am going to get you a vase."

"You really don't need to, Gaara. I don't need a vase and I don't need flowers. I appreciate the gesture but I'm good," I tell him, panic banging around my chest at the thought of him buying me something else, much less more flowers.

His head tilts and his face scrunches more before he shakes his head. "I am going to get you a vase," Gaara says more to himself than me, nodding in agreement with himself. "And new cups," he mutters, opening the cabinet, being met with the mix-match cups I've somehow gained over the years. "You shall have a vase and new cups next time I stop by."

"I really, really don't need a vase and those cups work just as well as any others. I don't need new cups or anything else from you. I'm doing fine for myself and my son."

"Our son."

"My son," I repeat, feeling like I'm going to throw up despite the hardass tone I've managed to maintain.

Gaara blinks at me a couple of times, seeming a bit dumb-founded and looking it as he stares, still holding the 'I fucked up' bouquet. "As you wish," he mutters, finally back in motion. He sets the flowers down before opening random drawers in search of something. When he finds it - a pad of paper and a pen - he goes to work scribbling on it. "Nonetheless, I shall walk around and make a list of things you two need."

I let out a laugh of disbelief, clothes completely forgotten because of the madman's words. "No, you are not. I already told you -"

"If you wish me to stay out of your room I will, but yes, I am going to figure out what it is that the mother of my child and our son needs," Gaara freezes for a second, imaginary eyebrows jumping up. "My apologies, what your son needs."

"Are you being a smart-alec right now?" I ask, another disbelieving laugh leaving my lips. "Is that what you're doing?"

"No," he says matter-of-factly. "You are not okay with me referring to Yoshiki as something we share, so I will avert from doing so."

"Dumbass," I mumble under my breath, turning my attention back to the pile of clothes I'm giving away. "I got knocked up by a dumbass."

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"I'm just saying, Gaara is being a little much," I grumble, messing with my keys in search of the one that unlocks my front door.

"And I'm just saying, Gaara wants to take care of you. What's the harm in letting him?" Ino asks, her eyes are shiny with amusement.

"If you like the idea so much, ask him to take care of you," I groan, finally managing to get the key in the lock.

She laughs focusing on the grocery bags she's shifting in her arms. "Ya let me just ask Gaara to give me a baby too. I'm sure that'll go over well. Honestly, I still don't know how you managed to talk him into bed."

"You and me both," I mumble, pushing the door and leaving it open for Ino to follow. She does follow after me, silence flaking between us as we head towards the kitchen to place my groceries down.

"Welcome home!" Shinki calls out, racing into the kitchen to greet us. "Oh! Hello Auntie Ino!"

As Ino greets him, I head back out to the living room in search of Yoshiki. Panic starts to rise a bit when I don't find him - or Gaara.

The panic doesn't last long though, the two of them falling into view when I push Yosh's nursery door open. Gaara looks uneasy as he sits in the rocking chair, my - our - son fast asleep on his chest. "Hello," he calls, stiffening when our son stirs in his sleep.

"Hello," I echo, softly closing the door before I head towards them. "You know you can lay him in his crib," I tell him, carefully picking Yoshiki off his chest.

Gaara stiffens again, face scrunching up as he inches forward. "I am aware. I did not wish to."

A smile weighs on my lips as I cuddle with my son, pressing soft kisses to his head as I rock the sleeping boy. "Do you want him back when I'm done?"

He blinks at me in his slow way, his face slowly softening as he thinks. "Yes," he mutters, relaxing in the rocking chair again. "I enjoy our time here."

"I'm glad," I hum, soaking in my greeting to Yoshiki for another beat before I gently lay him back on his father's chest. "Yoshiki enjoys it when Shinki and you are here too."

"Do you enjoy when we're here?" Gaara asks, eyes locked on me, his stone-face expression on it like usual.

I think about it for a moment, trying to decide what answer to give: honestly or sugar-coated. "I enjoy spending time with Shinki, he's a sweet kid. I absolutely adore him. I'm happy the two of you are in Yoshiki's life." Both, that works.

"Are you happy we're in your life?"

"Yes," I answer before I have the chance to fully think about it. It's not a lie, I do enjoy having the Sand Shinobis around. I truly adore Shinki and like having him around. Gaara isn't terrible to have around either, it's nice having an extra set of hands, to have a man for Yoshiki to grow up looking up to, and I might have grown a bit fond of the flowers and the pale blue vase he got me.

He nods to himself, slowly rocking himself and Yosh in the chair as he spaces out. "How was your grocery shopping trip with Ino?" He finally murmurs, opal eyes set on me in their intense way. I swear Gaara can't look at anything calmly.

"It was alright. I think I'm going to make homemade ramen for dinner. I'm thinking of topping it with pork and boiled eggs."

Another spaced-out look and agreeing nod. "You should wait until Yoshiki wakes up so I can help you."

"I think I'm capable of - "

"- I know," Gaara cuts me off, eyes scrunched in a way that makes the markings of his eyes stand out. "I am aware you are capable of a lot of things. I am here to help, so I shall help. I wish you would let me help you more often."

I open my mouth to respond but get cut off again, this time by a knock at the door. "Hey, mamas," Ino's voice rings out as she opens the door, slowly poking her head into the room. "I have a meeting soon so I'm going to head out. Shinki is working on putting the groceries away. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Enjoy your meeting, I'll see you later," I call back, waving at my friend before she pulls the door closed again.

"Let me help with dinner," Gaara butts in once the door is closed, ending my attempt to respond before I can even start it. "I want my sons to see me helping around the house. It is not fair for you to work all day and then come home to do the household duties. Let me help."

I let out a long sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as my eyes jump around the nursery. "Fine, you can help with dinner," I say, giving in to Gaara's request.

I suppose there's no harm in letting him help more around the house, especially since he and his son spend most of their time in the village here. Of course they don't sleep here, it's only a small two-bedroom apartment, but if they're not sleeping or spending time with friends and family in the village, they are here. Which means they're here most of the day.

As I leave Yosh's room, thoughts of getting a bigger apartment cross my mind. Should I start looking for a three-bedroom or a four-bedroom? Probably a three-bedroom, I don't think Shinki would mind sharing a room with his younger brother... maybe. I'll just look for both. After all, at the rate we're going Gaara isn't going to let up anytime soon.

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"You're doing that thing again," I grumble, shifting the strainer back and forth to shake the water out of the noodles I'm prepping for dinner.

"What thing?" Gaara asks, his eyes still intensely on me as they have been for the last ten minutes. I swear he hasn't even blinked during the time.

"That thing where you sit there and stare at me. You did it during..." My mouth snaps closed, not sure how to refer to our night together so long again. Not really, it's only been eighteen months. Though a lot has changed in that year and a half. "Our time together," I murmur, shaking the strainer harder.

"Did what?"

"Just sit there and stare. Even in my drunk stupor, it creeped me out a bit."

Gaara finally blinks a few times, slow and steady as he thinks of his response. "You are a very beautiful woman. Besides, I like to look at the mother of my children."

The plural use of the word makes the strainer tumble from my hands, crashing into the sink as I lean down to rest my weight against the edge of it.

"Are you okay?" Shinki asks, his head popping up from the wood blocks he and Yoshiki are playing with. Shinki is trying his hardest to teach his younger brother how to spell his name. I don't think he has grasped the concept of how young Yosh is yet. Still, it's been cute watching him try.

"Yes, sweetie. We're fine," I call before letting out a silent sigh, my eyes snap closed as the sink edge digs into my palms. "What the fuck, Gaara?" I hiss out quietly, refusing to let the boys see me lose my temper with their father.

"What?" He asks, blinking in his slow 'trying to comprehend' way that's starting to piss me off.

"Child, the mother of your child. Singular, one, I have had one baby. In total. Not just one of your sons, one in total."

"Yes, I know that," he says, face scrunching in lack of understanding. "But you are the closest thing to a mother Shinki has known, and I fully intend to get you pregnant again. Perhaps we will have a daughter this time."

"What the hell, Gaara?!" I yell before I can stop myself, snapping my eyes open and standing up straight.

"There is no need to yell. It is not something I plan on doing soon. There are things we need to get in order."

"Like what?" I hiss quietly, shifting closer so it's easier to keep my tone quiet. I don't need the boys noticing the fit heating up, and Shinki's glancing eyes let me know he's starting too.

"Well, I would like to get Yoshiki and you situated in the Sand Village, again not anytime soon if you don't wish it but preferably within the next couple of months. Then we will need to get the events in place for the wedding and of course the papers to update Shinki's adoption order. Then the matter of getting pregnant again. I do not mind the age gap between the boys but I think it would be best to have our next child sometime before Yoshiki is three or four."

"Get out." The words come out airy, disbelief and anger rooted in my mind.

"What?"

"Get out," I repeat, anger quickly outweighing my disbelief. "I need you to get out of my sight. I need you out of my home, I need you out of the village. I need you as far away from me as humanly possible. Get out, now."

"What is it that I've - "

"Get out!" I repeat, shouting at him now. My hands jump forward, connecting with his chest before I start shoving him out of the kitchen. "Out! Get out! Get away from me! Get away from my son! Go away!" I yell, continuing to shove him.

"I do not understand what it is that - " Gaara tries to say, his hands jumping up and gently cupping my elbows, he's not even trying to stop my shoving.

"I swear to the lord I'm going to stab you, Gaara. Go away," I shriek, tugging myself from his grip before slamming the front door open. Once the door is open, I go back to shoving him out of the house, leaving the Sand Hokage in the hallway before slamming and locking the door shut.

When I turn back around, Yoshiki is crying and screaming in fear because of my yelling. Shinki is wide-eyed and his mouth hangs open as he stares at me. "I swear," I mutter under my breath, taking quick steps towards my son. I swoop down, picking him up before I try rocking him. "It's okay, Yosh. I know, I know. Mommy is sorry for yelling. Everything is okay," I coo, shifting us back and forth as I rub his back.

"Are you kicking me out too?" Shinki's soft voice calls out, the volume being his failing attempt to hide his sadness.

"No, no. Of course not, sweetie," I continue to coo, my fake calmness aimed at him instead of Yoshiki. "I'll never kick you out of my home, okay? You're always welcome here," I continue to soothe, dropping the arm not holding Yosh down so I can run my fingers through Shinki's hair.

"This is a safe space for you, Love. I'm sorry I've made it unsafe," I continue to soothe the older boy, placing his younger brother back on the ground now that he's calmed down. I fall to my knees in front of Shinki, wrapping my arms around him and pressing his head to my shoulder. "How about we put Yosh in his high chair and you can help me make dinner, okay?"

"Okay," the older boy whispers into my shoulder, willingly laying his head down now. "I'm sorry Papa upset you."

"You don't have to be sorry for him. Just because I'm mad at Gaara doesn't mean I'm mad at you, Sweetie," I tell him, littering the side of his head with kisses. "Let's finish making dinner now, okay?"

"Okay."

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Ino lets out a loud chuckle, hunching over the counter as she giggles. "I'm sorry, it's really not funny... except it is."

A groan escapes me as I lay my head on the counter, rolling over my fight with Gaara again. "I do not know what is funny," Sai says, looking quite confused as his head switches between his wife and me. "I think it is nice that Gaara wants another child."

"My dear," Ino says, wrapping herself around Sai's arm. "Gaara's bluntness is what's funny. They barely know each other, they are nowhere near close enough to get married, let alone have another child together."

"Well, why not?" He asks, head tilting as he looks at his wife. "Gaara is here about as much as he's away. They practically live together and already have one child together. The only person in the village who knows Gaara better than her is Temari... well, and possibly Naruto. It seems that the only way they are not married is by the law of the Great Nations."

Now it's my turn to giggle at Ino's unaware father of her child. "Well," she starts, mouth gaping like a fish as she struggles with her words. "The... there's not the emotional part of it. No one should marry someone they don't love, Sai."

"Are you blind, my love?"

"What?!" Ino shrieks, letting go of Sai's arm.

"Please calm down. I meant it in a joking way, not literally. I am just saying it is obvious that Gaara enjoys her company."

"What do you mean?" I ask, turning my attention away from the hissy fit Ino is throwing.

"Like I said before, Gaara spends a lot of time in the village. I am aware it is to see Yoshiki, but he seems quite interested in taking care of you as well. If he did not love you, why would he be interested in your specific needs? Personally, if I was not interested in the mother of my child, my sole focus would be on my child. I would not care about the mother is all I'm saying. My child's needs would be met and that's it."

Ino's lecture about the hypothetical situation goes into full swing, a few groans of manners and politeness thrown into the mix. As she gets after her husband, I replay Sai's words in my head. Maybe he had a point, or maybe he didn't. I don't know.

Gaara's and Shinki's constant travels have been weighing on my mind recently though. They travel to and from the village at least once a week, if not twice. It would be a lot easier on them if we all lived in the same village, and well... it would be easier for Yoshiki and me to move to the Hidden Sand than Gaara and Shinki moving here. After all, Gaara is their Hokage, and leaving that job wouldn't be easy or smart, financially.

"Maybe I will," I mutter, letting out another sigh.

"Maybe you will what?" Ino asks, stalling her discussion with Sai.

"Maybe Yoshiki and I will move to the Sand Village. It's the least I can do since Gaara is doing so much for us. Besides, it would be easier for me to get a new job at the same pay I have now than it would be for him."

Ino and Sia fall quiet for a couple of minutes, the weight of my words hovering over them as much as it's hovering over me. Ino finally pipes up, saying "Whatever you choose to do, we'll support you. Always."

I swear I'm never drinking a margarita for the rest of my life.

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Spitting Image #4

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to silent.rosario]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,077

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part five? Maybe. Prequel? Also maybe. Y’all’s thoughts?

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I have spent the last year and a half shifting between being thankful to Gaara and hating him. At this moment, I hate him. I am hot, sweaty, sunburnt, with sand in crevices I didn't know existed. And, this camel isn't too comfortable to ride. I am tired and irritable. Honestly, I'm just being a bitch right now and I know it. Sadly for Gaara, he's on the wrong end of the bitch stick.

On the plus note, Yoshiki seems to be living his best life. Courtesy of his father's genes, the heat doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, he's enjoying the temperature and the feeling of the sand Shinki keeps playing with him in.

"My Dear - "

"Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue out," I hiss at Gaara, stopping whatever attempt at comforting he was going to offer this time. "I am not your dear, we are not together, you're nothing more than the father of my child. Don't let this move convince you otherwise."

He goes stone-faced, slowly blinking in that dumb way he does when he's thinking. "Perhaps we shall spend the day cooling off once we get back to the village. I think the heat is getting to you."

"And I think you're a dumbass with a weak pull-out game," I mumble under my breath, shifting on the camel saddle again.

"My dear - "

"I'm going to stab you."

" - would you like me to get you down? Maybe stretching your legs will help you feel better. You get antsy if you stay still too long. Besides, I'm sure Shinki could use the rest."

"Jerk," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the man. As if he knows what will make me feel better.

I know he heard me, the proof being the slow blinking of his eyes again. Regardless, Gaara's hold on the camel's reins drops to grip my waist. He helps me down, sight as intense as ever as he settles me on my feet. "See? Better. Now, please be nice," he mutters, hands sliding over my sides to brush off some of the sand specks. "I'm not too fond of the attitude you have at the moment."

"Ya? You won't be too fond of my foot up your - "

"Papa?" Shinki calls, cutting off my empty threat. "Can Yoshiki ride the camel with me?"

"Yes."

"No," I answer, head snapping towards Gaara. "No, it's not safe," I repeat, glaring at the boys' father who seems confused by my decision.

"It will be fine. Shinki has been carrying him, what would the difference be if he kept carrying him?"

"Instead of a four-foot fall, it would be a seven-foot fall?!" I say more than ask, dumbfounded by the shinobi's thought process. "Not to mention it's a bumper ride than just walking with him in his arms. It'll be harder to hold him especially if he wiggles around."

"It will be fine," Gaara repeats, lifting Shinki - with Yoshiki still in his hold - onto the camel.

"It will not be fine. Gaara, get him down!" I shriek, panic quickly feeling me up. "What if he falls? What if - "

"What if you calmed down?" He asks, leaning in to bump his nose against mine. I stand there stunned, blinking at the dumbass as my panic quickly grows into anger. "My apologies, Shikamaru does that to Temari when she gets a bit much to handle. It tends to calm her down, it does not calm you down."

"Of course it's not going to calm me down! My baby is up way too high! The chances of him falling and getting hurt"

"He is fine, my dear. Shinki is not going to drop him, and even if he does - which he will not - I am right here to catch him. Please calm down. Your irritation is starting to irritate me."

Before I can stop myself, my hand swings forward, having a mind of its own. A mind to smack the stupidity out of Gaara. The hit doesn't land though, he catches my wrist before I have a chance to touch him. "Perhaps while the boys take a dip in the springs, we can have some alone time. My brother tells me women can get irritable when their bedroom needs have not been fulfilled in a while."

He has to be kidding, right? Gaara can't be this stupid, this naive, this unaware of the things he says. "What the hell is your problem?" I hiss, trying and failing to tug my wrist out of his hold. "What part of 'we aren't together' do you not understand?"

Another round of slow blinking, making the black markings of Gaara's eyes stand out. I like his markings, the ones around his eyes, the one on his forehead. They're what originally caught my attention, but I can't think of that right now, because he is an irresponsible idiot.

"Would you like to sit on the camel with the boys? Would that calm you down?"

"Yes."

He lets out a soft sigh before turning away from me, going to work situating the three of us in the saddle. "Better?" He mumbles, his hand clinging to my thigh I have pressed against the sides of the animal.

"I guess," I murmur, trying to shake his hand off. "Can we get going? I feel like I'm melting."

"As you wish, Dear."

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All I can think about is a cold shower and a nap as Gaara leads us around the streets of his village. Yoshiki has the same idea, my son is fast asleep, cuddled up in the back wrap his father is carrying him in. Shinki is fast asleep too, my watchful eyes on him as he rests in the saddle.

"My dear - "

"Stop calling me that."

"My dear," he repeats, stopping in his tracks. "What is it that you want made for dinner?"

"What do you want for dinner?" I ask, leaning closer to take a peek at Yoshiki. "I can make whatever you want. I'm not really in the mood to eat anything."

Gaara's head tilts as his face scrunches up. "You do not have to cook anything for dinner. We have chefs at the palace. They shall cook us dinner."

"What?"

"My dear," he annoyingly says for the hundredth time today. "There is staff at the Hokage palace. They take care of things so there is less I need to do. Cooking, cleaning, all that stuff."

"Oh," I mutter, the fears that come along with this move amping up again. "That's... useful."

"Yes, it is. I will have to get Yoshiki and you ID cards for the palace but for now it should be fine. I also - " Gaara goes on a ramble about the things he needs to do to get our son and me settled.

I let his ramble go on as I follow after him. Soon a round-looking building with a red symbol falls into view, standing out from all the sandstone buildings. "Gaara?"

"Yes, my dear?"

I brush off the nickname this time. "What's that building?" I ask, pointing to the symboled building.

His eyes flicker towards where I'm pointing before falling back to me. "It is my home, our home. It is our home," he rambles, tugging in the camel's reins before his free hand falls to grip mine. "Let me take you home," he whispers, tugging all of us forward.

What I think is eagerness flows off the man who's almost dragging me forward. "You seem excited," I tease, letting my eyes flicker down to our joint hands. I don't know how I feel about it. It's not the worst feeling in the world, it's actually pretty nice. Maybe I'm being too harsh, maybe I'm not giving Gaara enough credit, or enough effort.

"I am not excited. I am... I would like to see my family in my house. I would like to see that a lot."

"So, excited?" I repeat, a smile crawling on my face. Maybe I should give him a chance, he is trying really hard after all. "Gaara?"

"Yes, my dear? Have you given some thought to us enjoying our marital perks?"

Just kidding. Gaara is an idiot who doesn't know boundaries. "No," I mutter, shaking my hand loose from his. "Just a reminder, we're not married."

"Not yet, but - "

"But never," I cut him off, leaning closer to him long enough to pull Yoshiki out of his carrier wraps. "We're not going to get married. Not now, not soon, not never," I hiss, holding my son to my chest as I storm away from him.

"My dear? Will you calm down? I don't understand why you're upset," he calls after me, trailing behind as I rush towards the palace.

"Because you're suffocating, Gaara," I shriek, quickly walking up the steps of Yosh's and my new home.

"I'm suffocating? What do you mean? I don't understand, dear. Would you please explain what is happening?"

"Dear Lord, Gaara!" I yell, turning to the side so I can look at him and not fall down the stairs. "That! You're trying so hard and... and... go away!"

I storm the rest of the way up the stairs, Yoshiki now awake, my upsetness rubbing off on him and warming up his tantrum. "Ma'am!" A man at the entrance calls. His head is covered in a wrapping and one of those hourglass headbands I've seen around the village hangs around his neck. "You cannot enter the palace without showing your ID badge."

"Bug off," I groan, storming past him to push the door open.

"Madam, don't make you detain you," the man calls, jumping forward to tug my hand off the door.

"Norio, unhand her this instant!" Gaara calls anger coating his face and his words. "She and my son are free to come and go as they wish. If you ever put your hands on her again, you will not be found by anyone. There won't be anything to find, am I understood?"

He's fuming by the time the threat is let loose, jaw locked and murder swimming in his eyes. The look makes my heart pound in my chest and my arms tighten around my son. This isn't how Gaara acts, he's soft-spoken, he's gentle, he doesn't yell, and he sure as hell doesn't threaten to kill people.

"Yes, Kazekage. My apologies, my lord," the guard says, releasing me before he bows. "My greatest apologies consort Kazekage."

"My dear," Gaara calls, helping his son to his feet before working his way up the stairs. "Would you please calm down?"

"Would you please leave me alone?" I shout, walking through the door before slamming it in his face.

I storm through the palace, rocking Yoshiki who has started screaming in my arms. This village is suffocating, this house is suffocating, Gaara is suffocating. I thought he was just scary looking, that it was just how he looked, but after how quickly that threat came out and how upset he looked, I don't think it's just a façade.

"It's okay, my love," I coo, shifting Yosh further up so I can cover his cheeks in kisses. "It's okay... we're just... in a village I know nothing about, with the only person I know being your father, who is scary as hell," I mutter more to myself than to Yosh. My soft tone works nonetheless, calming him down.

As my son soothes down, I look around the random hallway we've ended up in. The thought of calling for Gaara crosses my mind, quickly being followed by the fear the scene outside has littered my nerves. "What position did I put us in?" I murmur, shifting Yoshiki in my hold. He smiles at me, hands landing on my cheeks to squish them as he babbles.

"Lady Sabaku?" A voice calls, a young lady with a long head of raven hair asks, her head poking out from a door a few paces ahead. "Lord Gaara said you'd be home today. I have drawn an ice bath for you if you'd like to cool off. I'm sure the heat of the desert has gotten to you."

My eyes flickered between Yoshiki and the woman, my nerves still shot. Is this a trap or am I just uneasy? However, I could use the cool down and Yosh is covered in sand. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," I finally decide, slowly walking forward. "Thank you...?"

"Gou," the woman says, bowing once I'm stood in front of her. "My name is Gou, Lady Sabaku. I am your handmaid, my lady."

"Handmaid?" I ask, shifting Yoshiki again. I don't know why he seems so heavy today. Probably because of the heat still seeping off my skin.

"Yes, my lady," Gou says, standing up straight before she snaps her fingers. The door swings open wider, another lady - this one with short red hair - pops out from the room. "This is Sana. She is the palace nanny. Her primary focus is Shinki but until we find a nanny you approve of for Yoshiki, she will aid you in caring for him."

"I... don't want her touching my son...s," I say, making it plural toward the end. If she's Shinki's nanny, Gaara must approve of her, so she's a good person... maybe? I don't know, especially after Gaara's little power trip.

"As you wish, my lady. Give me a few moments to prepare your bath to suit Yoshiki joining you," the woman mumbles before turning on her heels.

"Wait!" I call, holding my son closer to my chest as the Sana lady bows before walking down the hallway. Gou stops in her tracks, turning back towards me. "What... what is a handmaid?"

"It means I am your personal servant. I am here to serve you in any way necessary, at any time, for anything you need. I am at your serves, my lady." She finishes off the little speech with another bow. "What you and our prince still like an ice bath?"

"Yes, please."

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My eyes are locked on the boys through the cracked door. As I've been soaking in the bath, Shinki and Yoshiki have been playing with Shinki's nanny. She seems nice, which has helped me calm down a bit. Shinki is bouncing on the guest bed, making his younger brother tumble around from the mattress moving. The nanny promptly sat on the bed, leaning over the mattress to help keep my son upright and not accidentally stumbled on.

There's a knock on the door before Gaara's head pops in, cutting off my view of the boys. "Hello, my dear."

"I've told you to stop calling me that," I mumble, sliding deeper into the bathtub.

"As you wish, my... darling," he mutters the last word, imaginary eyebrows scrunching together as he walks into the bathroom. "It seems that you have settled. I have had Gou and some of the other servants unpack your things."

"In there?" I ask, flickering my eyes towards the bedroom.

"Of course not. It's been unpacked into - "

"We are not sharing a bedroom," I cut him off, sinking even lower, the water settling over my shoulders now.

"Not for the time being. You will stay in the master bedroom. I shall stay in a guest room unless you are comfortable with us sharing a bed."

"I'm not."

"Then I shall stay in a guest room," he mutters, his eyes scanning the bath water before they flicker towards the window in the room. His cheeks are a light pink color, a bit blown out as he stares at the street outside. "Kankuro tells me it sounds like I have scared you. Is that true? Did I scare you?"

"Maybe," I mutter, skirting my fingertips over the surface of the water. "You were a little... harsh with Mr Security Guard. You don't usually act like that and... it was scary."

Gaara lets out a sigh before he sinks to the tiled floor. His chin rests on the side of the tub, his cat-like eyes locked on my face as he stares at me. His eyes are intense, not the 'I'm going to murder someone' intense but the usual 'trying to figure you out' intense.

"I did not mean to scare you," he whispers, eyes flickering down before they settle on my face again. "I just..." his cheeks puff out for a second as his eyes jump around, ending up settling on the boys still playing in the bedroom. "I did not like how it made me feel... seeing the palace guard grabbing at you. It made me a little... I don't know."

"You don't know what?" I ask, blowing on the water to cause it to ripple.

"I don't know how you make me feel. I enjoy... you, but you make me very angry. Especially when you get angry and won't tell what I have done."

I scan the confused man for a moment, taking in the dark circles of his eyes that are more visible because of his scrunched-up face. Slowly, I move my hand out of the water to cup Gaara's cheek, confusion flickering across his face as his focus shifts to me again.

"Gaara?"

"Yes, my dear - er - darling?"

I swipe my thumb over his cheek watching the confusion slide around his face. "You can be a little much sometimes. Just because we have a child together doesn't mean I want to, let alone am ready for us to be together."

"I don't make you feel good?" He asks, his soft confusion is quickly bubbly to angry confusion. "You make me feel... nice. Why don't I make you feel nice? I do not understand."

"You do, sometimes. You made me feel really nice the first time I met you - "

"Well yes, that is what sex is for. To make people feel good."

"Not just the sex, Gaara," I groan, dropping my hand from his face and letting it soak into the bath water again. "You move too fast. I am happy you want to be with me and I like having you around, but there are some steps between being strangers to being a married couple."

"I am aware, but we... missed some steps. I like how you make me feel and you have had my son. I want you to be my wife, so you shall be my wife. That is what we are supposed to do."

"Gaara."

"My darling?"

"I will make you a list."

"A list?"

"Yes, a list," I mutter, fluttering my eyes closed. "I will make you a list of stuff that makes me feel how I make you feel. When you have all the boxes checked off, you can ask me to marry you again."

"Until then?"

"Until then, stop asking me to marry you, stop talking about weddings, and just... stop talking about the future for now, okay? I just need some space."

He blinks slowly as his eyes flicker between my face and my chest. "Alright, I will give you space."

I let out a sigh, my shoulders relaxing at the spare-of-the-moment plan I came up with. It's not a lie, I do enjoy Gaara and a part of me will always love him especially since he is the father of my son. I'm sure if he slowed down I would fall in love with him, but if he keeps pushing I don't think it'll work out how we both seem to want.

"Darling?" I hum a yes, opening one of my eyes to look at him. Gaara's eyes are soft and now locked on my legs instead of my chest. "I wish to join your bath. You should let me join you."

I let out another sigh, deciding it would be easier to end my bath than fight the father of my child. "I'm getting out actually, do you mind grabbing me a towel."

"As you wish, darling."

"As you wish, darling," I mumble under my breath, a soft smile crawling on my face as I watch Gaara search for a towel.

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A knock at the door stirs me in my bed. Like usual, my first reaction is to check on Yoshiki who's asleep in the bassinet next to my bed. Gaara tried insisting on letting him sleep in the nursery set up for him across the room, but the thought made me panic. So many people that come and go from the palace that I don't know, let alone trust. I would have never been able to sleep with him so far away.

Another knock comes, pulling a sigh from me. I've sighed a lot today, courtesy of Gaara's failing attempts to give me space. On the plus note, he hasn't mentioned anything about marriage or weddings since our conversation.

"Come in," I mutter, flapping back onto the bed. It's huge, easily fitting three people fully stretched out. Everything here is huge, the rooms, the dining room, the hallways, everything.

The door slowly gets pushed open, the light from the hallway sneaking in. "Darling?"

"Gaara?" I sigh out, eyes caught in the hanging drapes of the bed frame.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

More light spills in before it's cut off by the door closing. The soft patter of Gaara crossing the carpet fills the space, soon replaced by the sound of him crawling into bed with me. The hot-headed Shinobi hangs his head above mine, his red hair fanned out and his forehead mark on full display, reminding me of the similar one our son has. "Hello, Darling. I have been looking over your list."

"Ya?"

"Yes. Should I do the things in order?" He asks, head tilting as his eyes run over my face.

"Not necessarily, why?"

Gaara settles down next to me, sitting against the headboard before he pulls out the paper. I shift in bed, mirroring his position. My eyes scan over the sheet, rereading the list I made for him.

Date Nights

Day trips

Cooking together

Late night cuddles

Love Letters

Star gazing

Spa Nights

"I don't know what cuddling is, but it is late at night. Would you show me?" He asks, cutting me off from finishing reading the page.

My eyes flicker towards him, taking in the blankness of it as he looks at me for guidance. "Ya, I can."

"What are the steps?"

I let out an airy laugh, flickering my eyes around the room. "Just lay down, Gaara."

"Why? Am I going to sleep? If so, I will need to change out of my day clothes."

"Dear lord, Gaar. Fine, take off your clothes. Strip down to your boxes. I don't care," I groan, and lay back down on the bed. I snap my eyes closed again, soaking in the warmth of the bedding.

The bed undips as he climbs out of it, the sound of his clothes shuffling off filling the space. "I am unclothed. Now what do I do?"

I roll onto my back, letting my eyes scan Gaara's frame, the frame I haven't seen in so long. "What the hell is on your sides?" I ask, the imprints there snagging my attention but I am unable to make out what it is.

"Your scratch marks."

"What?"

"The scratch marks from our night together. They made me feel... the ways you made me feel. So, I had them permanently stuck on my skin."

"You tattooed the scratch marks I left on you?"

"Yes."

My eyes blink on over-drive as I look at the emotionally unintelligent man next to the mattress. "Lay down under the sheets," I muttered, lifting the blanket. Gaara does as he's ordered, laying as stiff as a board once he's in the bed. I slowly shift closer to him, laying next to his side and resting my head on his chest. "You don't have to be... unclothed for us to cuddle, by the way."

"Alright."

"It's love, by the way."

"What is love?"

"The thing I make you feel. It's called love."

"Do you love me?"

"I think so," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "You scare me so it's hard to tell, but yes, I think I do."

"Do you know I love you?"

"I mean, you gave me a son that's the spitting image of you so I'm pretty sure I know you love me."

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