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Hi...I kinda died IG? got sick then my depression got worse then that and that blah blah- I'm...better now , maybe passable and...
that one twink in finding sasuke helped me getting back on drawing so-sorry I still haven't respond to some asks some artworks are still WIP uh but I'll get back to yall
#digital art#fanart#artwork#digital illustration#naruto#sabaku no gaara#gaara#still sick#naruto shippuden
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i should wipe the chunin exams from my memory
#but then id lose gaara vs lee....#BUT I CANTTT THE THOUGHT OF SAKURA VS INO MAKES ME SICK IN MY STOMACHHHHHHH
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#yknow idk maybe its just me but sometimes u get like thrust deep into ptsd brain or flashbacks or what have you#and its like this sick sick sinking feeling stuck deep in your chest and its like your brains filled with pop rocks#and everytime one goes off its like you get hit with every emotion you felt when Some Shit happened to you#and its like oh if you could just wrench out. rip that sickness out of you and bury it under something#drown it out even if its with pain#maybe youd be able to fall out of the loop and ground yourself again#anyway i was sitting and feeling all this and then i got hit with the absolute stupid thought#of lol i feel like gaara when he said his chest was hurting#and it was so fucking stupid enough my brain got shocked immediately. stop crying to roll my eyes at myself.#need to explode for real best trait is being stupid constantly gbless#anyway emotional flashbacks are so funny why am i crying and feeling emotions what am i feeling them about guys. nothings happening#so stupid soooo stupid#vent#I GUESS. i am simply making observations
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poor attempt at editing Rock Lee with slightly longer hair
#cause why not#and I am sick and boredom is awful#rock lee#team 3#team gai#tenten#gaara of the desert#naruto screenshot#naruto edit#fan edit#naruto fandom#naruto
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Again (Uchiha Sasuke)
TAGS: Sasuke/F!reader, yandere, obsession, dirty thoughts, breeding kink, oneshot
Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)
“Kaa-chan told me to remind you to eat and to give you this! She said it’s your favorite.”
Gingerly taking the bento being offered to him, something flickered within Sasuke’s lone visible eye which disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. Even without opening it, he was already sure of its contents.
You were the one who made it after all.
“Please give her my thanks when you get home. I’ll drop this off myself once I’ve cleaned it,” the Uchiha makes sure to use his left hand as he receives the lunch box, a small shiver running down his spine as a brief image of you happily preparing this meal for him appears in his mind’s eye.
“Will do, Oji-san! And thank you again for today’s training session. Please come visit us at home whenever you can. Kaa-san always looks forward to your visits. She always says you don’t visit enough,” Shinachiku’s soft laughter reminds Sasuke of how much he takes after you than Naruto.
From the shade of green in his eyes, to the way his smiles aren’t as blinding as Naruto’s and yet exudes the same strength and softness yours does. Shinachiku Uzumaki is his father’s son, but no one can ever deny that he is also his mother’s child.
He could’ve been your child.
All of them could have been yours.
If only you hadn’t been so weak.
If you simply had the power…then perhaps she’d have been yours.
Not Naruto’s…YOURS!!!
When both he and the young genin separate for the night, him to his lively home filled with the happiness and laughter of family, Sasuke on the other hand retreats to the lonely Uchiha compound. He is all too used to the dreary atmosphere of the place he once called home, his steps never faltering as he entered the main house’s kitchen and sat himself at the dining table.
Inside the 3-layer bento were several onigiri with various fillings, namely umeboshi, salmon, and bonito flakes. A tomato salad that definitely was one of your own homegrown ones (because he has never seen, smelled, and tasted any tomatoes more delicious than yours). The tomato soup was still warm and felt even warmer as he ate it as slowly as he could, savoring the myriad of flavors contained in such a seemingly simple dish.
Though he wasn’t fond of sweets, the avenger couldn’t ignore the slice of strawberry shortcake you packed for him. The first bite of cake reminded him of the sweetness of the youth he spent with you despite his hyperfixation on killing his own brother at the time.
If he’d known the truth that early on then perhaps he wouldn’t have wasted all his time chasing after Itachi.
Naruto wouldn’t have had the chance to take you for himself if Sasuke understood that you were worth much more than his misguided revenge.
Even though Naruto left for training with Jiraiya, the blonde was more than happy to regale him with tales of how the two of you would do your best to send each other letters despite how they constantly went from place to place. Somehow, you always found yourself to him, and he to you.
It made Sasuke sick.
Don’t even get him started on all the flies that buzzed around you while he and Naruto were gone.
Despite most of the original rookies having settled down, the Uchiha was very much aware of how these same men gravitate towards you before Naruto went and made his formal claim.
That know-it-all Nara, the arrogant Hyuga, even Gaara of the Sand were almost always seen around you.
Hell, even that damned swordsman from Kiri who’s now currently its Mizukage was too close to you. Don’t even get him started on Haku who’d more or less become your guard dog ever since you saved both him and Zabuza all those years ago during that mission in Wave.
As much as he despised their attentions on you, he knew deep inside of him that all of them saw the very same thing in you that drew them all in like moths to a flame.
And he HATED it.
Hated that they all coveted you when none of them deserved to have you.
Sasuke’s last thought as he closed his eyes was that of you.
Always YOU.
The Sakura blooms you gifted him smelled so nice…It was a good thing he placed them on his bedside table, because he could close his eyes and pretend that it is the scent of your hair.
He could pretend that it is his hands that run across the soft pink strands as you sleep.
He could pretend that he is the one who feasts upon your delicious cunt each night. His cock forcing your soft and pliant walls open again and again as your nails drag across his back, leaving angry red lines that serve as proof of how much he pleasured you. That it is his potent seed that fills your womb to the brim, globs of semen dripping from your pussy as he makes sure to pour loads and loads of his love within you.
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
Not only will he revive the Uchiha clan, but knowing that you carried his seed and nurtured them within you…he could burst from happiness just from the mere thought of it.
Sasuke falls into a deep sleep, soothed by the images of a reality that could have been.
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“Even though Sensei told us not to have breakfast, I still think the last thing we should do is train on an empty stomach. So I made us all some breakfast and even lunch!”
Sasuke is once again presented with a bento filled with onigiri, but this time the hands holding onto the container were more slender as slim digits softly yet firmly gripped the lunch box.
“I’m not sure which filling you prefer, but I have different fillings with me so you can choose which one you like best,” ever the thoughtful person you were, you selflessly offered the last Uchiha the food despite how antisocial he’d been towards you despite the time you’d spend together as classmates at the academy.
In his first life, Sasuke simply scoffed at your attempts of kindness towards him. Batting you off at every opportunity as he believed himself above such camaraderie when his only goal in life was to enact his revenge.
Not anymore.
Without saying anything, the raven-haired preteen grabbed the Okaka rice ball just before Naruto could take it.
“Hey, what’s the big idea, teme?! I was gonna get that one!”
“...Tch. Then you should’ve been quicker, dobe.”
“Why you little…!”
The sound of your tinkling laughter and Naruto’s disgruntled mumbling was music to his Sasuke’s ears.
He may have managed to get you the first time around, but not this time.
Uchiha Sasuke didn’t know who or what had flung him back into the past, but Indra knows he won’t ever make the same mistakes he did before.
#lexsssu writes#naruto#uchiha sasuke#sasuke uchiha#sasuke uchiha x reader#uchiha sasuke x reader#sasuke x reader#sasuke x you#sasuke x y/n#crossposted on ao3#yandere x reader
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GaaLee Fanfics for Gaza // Fanfiction Bids for Falastin
In an effort to help Palestinian families who are trying to raise funds to evacuate from Gaza due to the occupations continued genocide, I have decided to offer up GaaLee fanfiction for anyone who donates. My goal with this campaign is to focus on a small group of GFMs at a time in order to better focus the financial impact on these families and their campaigns.
There are two ways to donate in order to maximize donations, and both require proof of donation. The minimum for GaaLee Fanfics for Gaza is $5, while Fanfiction Bids for Falastin starts at $20. Of course I encourage anyone capable of donating more to do so, as the Rafah invasion is a near threat, and even without the occupation invading, they are still bombing Gaza, including the so-called 'safe zone' of Rafah.
Below follows the families this campaign will focus on for now, and how these two campaigns will work.
Donate to:
Amal is 24 years old with two beautiful daughters. Her goal is $25,000 and (at the time of posting) she has raised $16,482.
The Wishah family is a family of 8, which includes their surviving cat. Their goal is €71,500 and (at the time of posting) they have raised €12,253.
Nourhan is raising funds to help her family of 9 evacuate. Her goal is €70,000, but (at the time of posting) she has only raised €25.
The Rozan family is a beautiful family of six, including children and teens, trying to evacuate. The family's goal is €38,000 and (at the time of posting) they have raised €5,915.
Rawan is a 15 year old girl doing everything she can to raise the funds for her family of 6, which includes her younger brothers. Rawan's goal is $30,000 CAD, and (at the time of posting) she has raised $6,159 CAD.
Omar just turned 20, as today (4/26) is his birthday. He is a friend of Rawan's and is raising funds to evacuate himself and his family. His goal is €20,000, and (at the time of posting) he has raised €11,022.
Mona is a mother of three trying to evacuate herself, her children, her husband, and her sick mother. Her goal is $50,000, but (at the time of posting) she has only raised $609.
Wafa is a single mother from Gaza trying to raise funds to evacuate herself and her daughter. Her campaign is in Danish krone with an exchange rate of kr6.97 for every US $1. Her goal is kr100,000 (=$14,345.56), and (at the time of posting) she has only raised kr5,562 (=$797.90).
Somaya needs help to evacuate herself and her two children. Her goal is $40,000, and (at the time of posting) she has received $2,085.
For more information on how each of these campaigns will work, please check below the cut. If you are not familiar with my writing, you can check it out here.
You can find the donation & fic tracker for this campaign here.
GaaLee Fics for Gaza
This is a fairly straight-forward donation campaign. Donate at least the minimum amount to any of the above families (or multiple of the above families), and I will write you a GaaLee fanfic. Below are more details:
Minimum donation is $5USD. Any donation to a campaign run in a different currency must still meet the minimum in USD. Send proof of donation to me via DMs. The screenshot must clearly show your name and the amount as a finalized payment.
No NSFW.
Only GaaLee fics, Gaara-centric fics, or Lee-centric fics. Side pairings are fine, assuming it's a side-pairing I typically write (ShikaTema, NejiTen, KakaGai) and not a NOTP in order to ensure the speed and quality of the fic.
AUs and canon-verse are fine. No Bortuo.
Fics will be 2,000 words minimum, but depending on the prompt may go up to 5,000.
Donating more than $5 will not change the word count, unless it is a generous donation (ie. $50 or more) and/or you donate to all 9 families above. However, bear in mind this will prolong the writing process.
Donations to multiple families counts as separate fics, or you can combine these donations into a longer fic. Again, bear in mind longer fics will take more time.
You may request a fic idea of your own, or if you do not have one you may request a fic from my 'ideas doc' which I will pick at random.
I reserve the right to refuse a prompt for any reason including: not feeling comfortable with writing it; not agreeing with the characterization; finding the prompt offensive, and so on.
You cannot make a $20 donation for a GaaLee Fic for Gaza and use that same donation towards a bid on a fic update. Those must be separate.
There is currently no cap to how many fics I will write, but that is subject to change in the event this blows up (which I don't expect).
Fanfiction Bids for Falastin
Unlike the above, this campaign hopes to encourage larger donations through bidding on a fanfic update.
As I am a notoriously slow writer, who will disappear for a year and then return with a 30k word chapter update, and because @shukakumoodboard indicated hope that a donation could lead to a certain fic being updated, I thought perhaps other people might also consider donating for an update as opposed to something new. The minimum/starting bid is higher because the WIPs available for bidding are all a lot more complex than a 2k word one-shot, and will take more time. The bidding format also allows me to only worry about ONE large update, as opposed to a handful of updates.
And because this is about helping Palestinian families, you must actually donate to the families for your bid to count towards a potential update. While I would love to promise multiple 30k word updates, I do not have that capacity right now and so only one person can make the final choice on what will be updated.
Below is a more thorough breakdown of this particular donation campaign and the fics available for bidding:
Starting donation is $20. Like the GaaLee Fics for Gaza campaign, proof of donation is required. Donation does not guarantee you will be able to pick a fic for updating.
You cannot combine donating a donation from GaaLee Fics for Gaza fic with this campaign.
There is no min/max word count, as this will be for ongoing fics. Depending on the fic the update could be anywhere from 5k words to 50k.
There will be no prompts. Again, this is for a fic update. All WIPs are already plotted and changes will not be made to the plot.
You can bid as many times as you want, but separate bids will not be counted as one large bid. I will update a separate post as donations come in, so anyone donating can see what the most recent highest bid is.
Donations for this campaign will start immediately, and the end date will be May 30th.
At the end of this campaign, the donor with the highest single donation will be able to chose a fic update from ONE of the following fics:
Absolution
The Art of Love
The Ballad of the Dragon and the Phoenix*
Blood on the Branches*
It Eats Your Heart*
Thirteen Strokes
*Note: These fics are not as far along and the next chapter updates are not likely to be extremely long. Estimated at under 10K.
As a general note to everyone donating, please keep in mind that while I am running this campaign and will do my best to deliver fics quickly, I am also working, disabled, and most importantly still helping families who reach out to me on IG with their campaigns. I have a spreadsheet of nearly 100 families, with more people waiting on me to answer their messages. I will set aside a day a week to work on any fics for this campaign, but please understand these fics will not come out immediately.
Thank you in advance to everyone who donates, whether you donate for a fic or not. Truly, you have no idea how important every single donation is to every single family is. The messages I have received filled with gratitude and kindness would break your heart and make you cry. It was so impossible to pick only nine families to ask you to help when I have so many more reaching out to me; when there are so many more who I haven't spoken to whose campaigns I've seen on my various social media feeds. No one family is more important than another. Every family is filled with love, with stories, with memories, with hopes and dreams; every family matters so much; every single family deserves to live free, long, happy lives; and every family has experienced so much pain and loss there is no way to do that justice with words, but they deserve the chance to grieve, to breathe, and to heal.
Please help these families reach their goals, and if you cannot donate the minimum required for fic, please even $1 will make a difference. Every single thing we do creates a ripple effect. One dollar becomes two, becomes three, becomes four... until one day a family is safe.
So please, regardless of the fic I am offering, do what you can--whether that's sharing GFMs or donating. Every little bit helps.
XO
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I think there comes a point at which a fandom is large enough that you get fans in it who aren't actually even slightly interested in the canon, let alone fans of it. And one of the bizarre symptoms of this size of fandom is that they become loyal fans of characters who aren't really characters in canon.
For example, there are so many characters in Naruto who have almost no page time, very little evident personality, and weirdly intense fans. Usually, in fandoms of all sizes, fans love characters and ships that feature relatively defined characteristics. We've all met the But Sasuke Did Nothing Wrong people, listened to the the Kisame girls, or nodded along to that one friend who has fallen down a Minato/Kushina rabbit hole and can't get up. These are all characters with characteristics (although we could argue for days about their quality—that's a post for another time). You would get that kind of fan activity anywhere there was fandom.
But then, when the fandom is big enough that there's a mass of content that actually concerns extremely minor characters with few characteristics, you get something else. In Naruto fandom... you get the person who is dedicated to any given Izuna ship. You know, Madara's brother who looks like Sasuke and whose primary role in the manga is being dead? You get the person who insists Shisui is "a joyful flirt." There's more than one person who appears out of nowhere to ask: I am sick with my longing for romance fics about Rasa, can you write more about Rasa?
Ra... Who? Gaara's dad? Yes, Gaara's dad!
We have all encountered these people. And I say "people," because I've encountered more than one of each of the above examples.
I think this is the same phenomenon as people who get really into, like, Regulus Black. You have to like, wrap your head around the idea that they're not actually fans of the canon material. They're fans of the fandom.
The fandom is so large, and so many layers deep, that it gives characters who are really just answering a little question in the canon storyline ("Where did Gaara get that demon?" "Who put the locket in the Black townhouse?" "Why is Madara like this?") much more significance and, well, character. So now ...they get fans too!
#I was trying to figure out which word in the question about Madara to <em> and then I realised it was all of them#tozette.txt#fandom#fandom culture#naruto#harry potter#this is poorly written#why is the conclusion to a thought in one paragraph meandering off into the next#but i guess that's what a blog is for#poorly written commentary
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Naruto Men Take Care of You While You're Sick: Gaara, Shino, Shisui, Kiba, Iruka, Lee
Heya friends. <3 I'm still feeling sick right now, so I decided to write some short, unedited drabbles about different Naruto guys taking care of their sick partner.
This is what I was asking for Naruto characters for, btw, so thank you for sending those in. <3
I haven't written for Shisui or Iruka before, so I hope I did them justice for those who asked for them.
Enjoy!
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Gaara (suggested by: @blogthebooklover)
Gaara looked around curiously as he walked in the door. Usually, you were at the door in less than thirty seconds, greeting Gaara with a hug and kiss. You helped him pull his Kazekage robes off, then led him to the dinner table while asking about his day.
But today, you were nowhere to be found. Frowning, Gaara stuck his head in the kitchen, then the living room, before finally making his way to your bedroom.
You were lying in bed, mostly hidden beneath a mountain of blankets. Your skin was flushed with fever, beads of sweat running down your head. You cracked open your eyes when you heard the door open, offering Gaara a faint smile. “Hey,” you whispered, your voice cracking.
“Hey,” Gaara said, walking over and pressing his hand against your forehead with a worried expression. “Are you ok?”
You coughed several times before you were able to croak out, “Not really.” You looked away. “I’m sorry I didn’t have dinner ready today.”
Gaara leaned down and gently kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything tonight. You just rest and focus on getting better.”
You smiled faintly, closing your eyes as you savored his affection. “What would I do without you?”
He smiled back. “As long as I live, you’ll never have to find out.”
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Shino Aburame (suggested by: @nnandmm-archived-hard)
Shino looked up as one of his beetles flew in a lazy circle around him, buzzing a message only he could understand. Immediately, he stopped what he was doing and followed the beetle into the kitchen. There, he found you, swaying in front of the refrigerator, looking at its contents without actually seeing them.
He got behind you just as you fell back, catching you in his strong arms. “Shino?” you asked, tilting your head back. “What are you doing here?”
“Catching you,” Shino replied. “The reason is, my insects told me you weren’t feeling well.”
You sighed. “They’re right. But I just need a little water, and I’ll be good to go.”
Shino wrapped his arm around you, pressing his fingers against your forehead. “You feel feverish,” he said. “Perhaps you should rest, and I will bring you the water.”
You pouted, but when you turned around, Shino’s worried expression made any arguments you would make die in your throat. “Ok,” you agreed.
Shino led you to the couch, covering you with blankets as you laid down. Once you were tucked in, Shino lifted your hand and gently kissed the back of your fingers. “I will be right back,” he promised. “You just rest now.”
You nodded. “Thank you, Shino.”
“Of course, my love.”
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Shisui Uchiha (suggested by: @hashira-mal)
Shisui handed you a bowl of your favorite soup, watching you worriedly. You sipped from the spoon, trying to hold back your coughs. “Thanks, Shisui,” you whispered. “This is perfect.”
“I’m glad,” Shisui said, though his expression was still worried. “You really gave me a scare there.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you replied, smiling sheepishly. “I swear, I was feeling ok this morning.”
“All the more reason for you to rest now,” Shisui replied, pulling the blankets tighter around you.
You smiled at the comforting warmth. “You worry about me a lot, don’t you?”
He nodded. “I can’t help it,” he said, brushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. “I love you. I’m always going to worry about you.”
“Shisui…” you started to say. Then it turned into a series of coughs. Shisui immediately wrapped his arm around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
When they finally subsided, you leaned over, tucking your nose into the crook of his neck. “Thank you for being there for me.”
He smiled and pressed a kiss into your hair. “Of course.”
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Kiba Inuzuka (suggested by: @princess-oriana-iantoya)
Kiba could smell you were sick as soon as he entered the house. He and Akamaru made a beeline for the bedroom, where they found you curled up on your side, a cold compress on your head and a glass of water on your nightstand.
“Hey there,” Kiba said, leaning down to look at you. “You doing ok?”
“Working on it,” you replied. “I feel like shit right now though.”
“Aww, poor thing,” Kiba said. He carefully touched your forehead. “Damn, you really are burning up. You need me to get you anything?”
“Can you cure this cold?” you asked. “That would be great.”
“Unfortunately, no, I’m not that good,” Kiba replied, laughing as he picked up your compress. “How about I replace this? It’s almost as hot as you are.”
You couldn’t help but laugh too. “Hot in a good or bad way?”
“You, in a good way,” Kiba said, kissing your cheek. “Akamaru, stay with her for a minute.”
Akamaru barked, wagging his tail. He crawled up on the bed and curled up next to you, resting his head on your chest. You smiled and scratched his ears, making his tail thump the mattress harder.
Kiba returned a minute later, replacing the icy cold compress on your head. Then he crawled in on your other side, holding you close. You sighed, nuzzling against his chest.
“Feeling better?” Kiba asked softly.
You smiled. “Starting to.”
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Iruka Umino (suggested by: anon)
Iruka noticed you weren’t feeling well as soon as you two met up. Your smile was less vibrant, your energy dulled. When he took your hand, your skin was warm, and you had long since stopped blushing in his presence, so the flushing was from another source.
“My dear, are you feeling all right?” Iruka asked.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you lied. “Just a little cold.”
Iruka frowned, then turned you both towards your apartment. “Let’s stay in tonight then,” he suggested. “I don’t want you to get worse on my watch.”
You pouted. “Aww, but Iruka…”
“Please,” he said. “I’ll worry about you otherwise.”
“All right,” you sighed. “You’re cleaning up after dinner though.”
Iruka laughed. “I’m fine with that.” He lifted your hand and kissed it. “Anything to make sure you’re well.”
You leaned against him as you returned home. He helped you over to the sofa and covered you with your softest blanket, then tucked a pillow under your head. He started to get up, but you caught his hand. “What is it, my love?” he asked, looking down at you. “Do you need something?”
You nodded. “Could you…hold me? Just for a minute?”
Iruka chuckled. “Of course.”
He carefully slid onto the sofa, pulling you close so you were spooning. You immediately relaxed, pressing back against his chest. “You’re so comfy, you know that?”
Iruka nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “Am I?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
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Rock Lee (suggested by: me <3)
Lee double checked everything on the tray. A bowl of your favorite soup, water, medicine, and your favorite treat were all presented and accounted for. Nodding to himself, he picked up the tray and brought it to where you were propped up in bed.
You smiled, slightly embarrassed. “Thank you so much, Lee,” you said. “I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
“No trouble at all, my love,” Lee said as he set the tray down. “My only wish here is to see you get better.”
You blushed. Lee was always a sweetheart, no matter the day or what else was going on.
Lee carefully scooped up a spoonful of soup, then offered the spoon to you. You sipped the salty broth, closing your eyes as the warmth from the soup and his affection warmed you. A drop of soup splashed on your chin, and Lee hastily reached for a napkin. “I am so sorry, my love, it will not happen again!” he said as he wiped it off.
“It’s ok, Lee.” You caught his hand, holding it to your chest. “I appreciate you taking care of me.” You gently squeezed. “I love you.”
Lee relaxed a little, squeezing your hand back. “I love you too, my darling.”
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#nightingale writes#naruto#naruto fanfiction#gaara#shino#shisui#kiba#iruka#rock lee#shino aburame#shisui uchiha#kiba inuzuka#gaara x reader#shino x reader#shisui x reader#kiba x reader#iruka x reader#lee x reader#naruto imagines#writing#my writing#long post
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chapter five.
masterlist
Chapter summary: Your father arrives, the end of the month draws near, and you and Gaara hit some milestones . . .
Chapter warnings: 18+, smut (THATS RIGHT YOU GUYSS), lots of angst, physical sickness
Word count: 12k
A/N: full notes on ao3! Pls let me know if you find any errors tumblr hates me (and I hate tumblr <3333)
Read on ao3 here:
You knew it was him, though his back was to you. For you had been walking behind him all your life.
An entourage of personal guards surrounded your father.��Cyclone. The strongest band of ninja from the Oasis village. All of them carried shields fashioned like scorpion pedipalps. Face masks covered all but their eyes. In the center was your father. The elders listened with rapt attention as he raconteured some epic story containing a dragon with arms outstretched and a stentorian voice. Baki sat among them, his eye shifting between you and Father. Neither Kankuro nor Temari were present yet.
“Ahh,” said Ebizo. “And here is Lord Kazekage now.”
Your father turned to see who had come, his eyes widening underneath the disk of his village head hat; they were devoid of the madness you were accustomed to seeing in them.
“(Y/n) …” Father ignored Gaara to marvel at you. He strolled, arms wide, to you. “My angel.”
He roped arms around you; you suppressed a flinch. He parted to caress your face. “I’ve been blind without the light of your smile,” he said.
“Father …” Your voice was high with hope. “I’ve … I’ve missed you.”
“Not nearly as much as I have missed you, my star.” His voice hadn’t been this gentle in addressing you since you were a child, lulled to sleep by the bounce of his knee. “How I managed in the dark, I will never know.”
Gaara bowed to him. “I have hoped to meet you for a very long time, Lord Boutoku.”
“Oh, son-in-law.” Your father strode toward Gaara, arms ready to embrace him. “You are the splitting image of the fourth Kazekage himself.”
He enveloped Gaara as everyone watched, not sure of what to say.
“Come,” Father urged. “There’s much to discuss.”
Your father’s Cyclone parted down the middle to admit the three of you. You followed Gaara to the table, but your father remained on his feet.
“It is a shame Lady Ikanago is absent,” Ebizo said. “She would have relished this the very most.”
“There will be more than enough time for me to become acquainted with the Sand’s dignitaries, surely,” your father said.
“Lord Boutoku was just telling us about the customs of your village,” Baki told you.
“Yes,” your father said. “Now —“
The door burst open. Temari and Kankuro came through.
“Don’t start without us —!”
“Kankuro, get off my foot —!”
“Ahh,” your father said, “and this must be Lord Kazekage’s eldest sister.”
Their eyes widened before they hastened to compose themselves, hands going behind their backs.
“Uh — yes.” Temari bowed. “A pleasure.”
“It’s very nice to see you again, Lord Boutoku,” Kankuro said.
“The feeling is mutual,” your father said. “Come, come. Now that we’re all here, we can discuss the wedding at last. But first.” Your father clapped his hands, and a servant knelt at his side, offering something in his hands. Your father took it to give to you. “Your mother made me promise to pass this on to you when the time came, and I infringe upon her memory if I withhold it from you a moment longer.”
A small velvet box. You opened it: a ring.
Your mother’s ring.
“It’s beautiful,” Gaara said.
You gawked at the miraculous rock for a few seconds longer before slowly raising your head to your father. He had loved no one in the world more than her. Hideo a close second (and you last, probably). Warmth blanketed over your entire being as Father squeezed your hand.
“I am sure Lord Kazekage had his own plans for securing a ring. I hope he does not mind,” he said, eyes soft on you.
“Not at all,” Gaara interjected. “The Oasis is very loyal to its traditions; I suspected something like this may happen.”
And he gently took the ring box from your hand as the members of the council watched, entranced by the sight of Gaara taking the ring from the box and sliding it over your finger.
You raised your hand to the light; the ring shone like a star he’d pricked from the sky just for your finger. You observed the scene, as if it had been plucked from one of your daydreams. Gaara before you, your father blessing it all, Kankuro, Temari, and Baki smiling.
“I’m … so happy,” You said, choked with emotion. “Thank you, Father, I — Thank you …!”
“What a blessed union,” Ebizo said. “Hopefully, Lord Boutoku will be open to answering a few of our questions?”
“Of course,” Father boomed. “Of course!”
Your father spoke of the traditions of your village. Dual colors were decided on, a mixture of the Sand’s beige with your village’s blue, along with the special foods that have become specialties in the Oasis. By the end, there was a layout for the reception, who would be coming and then seated where.
It was surprisingly fun for you. Temari had taken it upon herself to bring a binder to keep the information safe and at hand. You were waiting for your father to pause in the event of possible objections, but it obviously wasn’t necessary; the council was besotted with your father, hanging on his every word as he circled the council’s oval table as though lecturing them.
“Now,” Father sighed dramatically with a pat of his thigh, “if the council would oblige me, the trip here was excessive, and I am not as young as I used to be …”
“Of course,” Ryusa said. “A period of rest is warranted now.”
A Sand guard appeared by Gaara’s side to whisper, “It’s time, Lord Kazekage.”
Gaara nodded as you frowned, confused. It hit you: Matsuri.
“Gaara,” You murmured. “I want to come. I know this will be hard for you.”
“And I would like you to be with us.” Gaara lowered his head. “But perhaps it’s better for you to stay and reconnect with your father.”
A few seconds and you said, “Okay.”
“And,” Gaara smiled, “perhaps excise a few details?”
You chuckled. “Will do.”
You gave Gaara’s arm a reassuring squeeze before he raised from his seat, Kankuro and Temari following him.
“I’ll send one of them to tell you how things went,” Gaara said.
You nodded and watched the three of them leave. By the time you turned your attention back to the council, it was disbanding. Your father came to you.
“I finally have you to myself, my dove,” he said. “Lord Kazekage has fixed me with my own quarters. Come along. We have much to talk about.”
You didn’t know what to expect as you entered your father’s private room. Similar to yours, save for the luxuries yours didn’t possess (which, you were sure, was Temari’s doing in an effort to impress him). A fireplace crackled in the quiet space, dousing amber light on the sitting room floor as the curtains were drawn. Two plush loveseats faced each other, separated by a rug and a coffee table. A large bed sectioned off in the corner.
Your father followed you in, Chuuyou on his tail.
“These knees.” Your father sank into a couch with a pained sigh. “Never get old, (Y/n). Promise me that.”
“I promise,” You said simply to obey.
“Chuuyou.” Father turned to him. “I applaud you for protecting my daughter, as you have. You have made both your village and head proud.”
“Thank you, my lord.” Chuuyou bowed his head, both out of respect and, though he could not hide it from you, to conceal his guilty expression.
He’s still thinking about the beach.
Seconds passed in silence. You sat across from Father, feeling as though it was what he was waiting for, and remained stock still. Another sigh from him. He appeared aged in a way he never had to you before.
“Despite all my orders,” he said after a century, “you still have not tried to poison him.”
Oh no. You balled your fists in your lap. You shrank into yourself, desperate to make yourself smaller.
“I’m sorry.” You hung your head. “I’m sorry I disobeyed, I … I just couldn’t.”
“… Thank the gods.”
You looked up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I have been rash.” Father ran a hand over his face. “There is more benefit to you marrying the Kazekage than there could ever be in disposing of him.”
“But …” Hope, once again, sat tentatively inside of you, unsure of its place in this conversation. “What about Hideo?”
There it was — the insane look common in your father’s eye rushed into his irises, all for it to disappear as quickly as it had come. Father lowered his gaze, his entire being depressed and deflated, and for a moment you felt the full weight of your father’s losses like it was yours. And in a way, it was.
“I have lost a great deal, by living in the past,” your father said. “I refuse to lose anything else … It was a mistake to send you here under such nefarious pretenses.”
“Father …” You were so quick to tears lately and now was no different. You couldn’t believe it. Relief and sympathy raised within you. The vice, wrapped around your heart always, fell away.
“Just tell me one thing,” he said, looking up at you finally. “Do you think you may come to love him?”
You thought, now, of Gaara, and the unobstructed path that now led to him.
“Yes.”
Matsuri was relocated to the Sunagakure prison later that day. Multiple accounts of her espousing her jealousy and displeasure of Gaara’s imminent marriage to you had reached a variety of ears, and, with all the evidence against her and no more cards to play, her guilt was obvious.
In the midst of all of this, all you wanted to do was go to Gaara — to be there for him and because, freed from your bond of violence, you ached for him — but you fought against it. Surely what he needed now was time to breathe. Despite knowing so little of her, you knew Matsuri had been his student, and to watch her fall into treason due to personal feelings had to be traumatic.
You just wanted to be out of the way. You couldn’t shake the feeling this was partially your fault to begin with. You kept to your room, unsure of what to do with all this free time and lack of anxiety. You couldn’t believe you were free. You admired the little piece of sky sparkling on your finger. You only had the slightest recollections of your mother wearing it as she held you, tending to your tiny body and needs.
You held your ring finger with a tenderness mirroring hers, sat at your windowsill as evening sighed into night, the soft whistling of the wind brushing past a village at peace, when a knock ripped you from your reverie.
You straightened. “Come in.”
You expected a maid who’d come to tell you dinner was ready, but —
“Are you all right?”
You startled. Gaara shut the door behind him, never taking his eyes off you, and let himself into your room. He was without his Kage robes, dressed in his trench coat.
“Gaara,” You said, astonished. A pause.
“I’ve not seen you all day.”
“I thought it best to stay away,” You said. “Are you all right?”
His eyes rounded with clarity. “You’ve heard.”
“Maids like to gossip.”
He was quiet for a second. He looked away. “It is done.”
“I am so sorry.” You removed yourself from the window seat and crossed the room to him. You folded your arms, having it awkward to have them simply dangle there, and you weren’t sure if Gaara would like to be touched.
Gaara’s head hung still. He looked so aggrieved, tiredness lining his face.
“What happened?” You asked carefully.
“There was an abundance of evidence,” Gaara began. “The elders were especially hard on her. Matsuri cried a great deal.” His hands clenched at his sides. “She kept saying it wasn’t her and that she’d been framed, yet there was nothing she could do or say to defend herself.”
You sat on your bed. “Sit with me,” You said, patting the space beside you.
When he did, he continued: “I forgive her.” Gaara turned to you. “Please do not let this taint your view of who she is. She is still a very talented and gifted shinobi.”
“I won’t.” You shook your head. Despite the anger you felt for Matsuri at the last meeting with the council, it had long since passed, and all you felt was a hollowness for the man beside you, his aggrieved bewilderment your own.
Gaara gazed into his lap, invisible brows furrowed by sorrow. “I … am still perplexed as to how this could have happened … Matsuri … But I also know love is a powerful force that can make people act contrary to themselves.” His hand inched toward yours, resting on your lap. “I know because … though I felt sympathy for Matsuri, I feel as though my heart wasn’t with her.” He looked up at you. “It was with you.”
“Gaara …” You held his hand. You were beyond flattered, and, with the new conditions you were under, you felt you could really lean into the reserved but true affection Gaara was giving you. You, now, lived in the serene turquoise of his eyes as the faintest of smiles crossed his face.
“I wanted to return to you to be by your side. All I could think about was you today, and the ring … Our future.” He rose from the bed, your hand still in his. “Come. There is something I’d like to show you.”
“Of course,” You said, curiosity lilting your voice.
Gaara led you down hallways. You realized you had never been to this area of the palace before. It was a more secluded part of the palace, quieter; nothing but a simple vase potting an enormous plant by the new, mysterious doorway you were led through.
He led you to a door, and all clicked into place for you.
His room. Gaara’s room.
At that moment, you realized you had never actually been to Gaara’s room. You couldn’t even tell anyone where it was in the palace. Sweat pressed against your palms. Warm light filled the room, but it was bare save for a simple wooden desk, a lamp, a bed, a carpet — but what caught your attention was the collection of cacti on the desk.
Definitely Gaara’s room.
He let you in first and you heard him close the door behind him as you took it in with a small smile.
You turned to him. “What do you want me for?”
“I invited you here because I wished to see you in private,” Gaara said. “I want to be alone with you. I’ve …missed having you by my side since the tent. I’ve never had anyone so close to me for so long.” Color came to Gaara’s cheeks. “As a couple,” he began, approaching you, “we should be sharing a room — and a bed.”
You turned to it, conspicuously wide enough for the two of you. You stared. Nothing was keeping you from Gaara now.
“Then perhaps we should make it truly ours.”
Gaara searched your face, your meaning lost on him, as you approached.
This time, you kissed him.
You cupped the back of his head, where crimson hair ran between your fingers. When Gaara reciprocated, your legs weakened, but he kept you steady with all the strength with which you’d been familiarized.
You had not realized your feet were moving backwards until the slight jab at the back of your knees.
With a whimper, you fell backward. Gaara quickly caught you. You sat on the bed, scooting away from him, which he took as a beckon to follow. You sighed when your head pressed into the pillows. Gaara blanketed your body with his, his lips possessing yours a second time.
You moaned, opened your mouth for his tongue to come play with yours. You welcomed the pressure of his body on top of you, your hands once again losing themselves in his hair as he flicked and nibbled against your lips.
“Show me,” Gaara moaned against your jawline, his tone raw and commanding as your hands scaled his back. “Show me everything from the books. I want to know everything.”
“That could take a while,” You hummed, your lips parting as he nibbled at your flushed skin. But we have time. We have all the time in the world.
“Then you should start now.” Gaara nibbled on your neck. Your heels dug into his calves as his wet tongue swept over the vulnerable skin.
You fumbled, pulling yourself out from under Gaara to work your shirt over your head, grappling with the deja vu you felt as you tossed it aside. You couldn’t wait. You couldn’t. Gaara awkwardly fumbled with the buttons of his trench coat until you assisted.
So many layers. You shed your pants away, now down to your underwear. You had never let another see you this naked before, let alone nude, besides your maids, and there were no secrets amongst women. But somehow, you were not nervous as you unhooked your bra. Gaara’s motions had stilled to a stop. Flutters went straight to your cunt with the way his eyes scanned you, hungry, as it slowly unfolded before him.
Your panties hung around one bare ankle when Gaara brushed a hand over your leg. He hooked fingers under your panties to pull them away himself and onto the floor.
“I want to touch you.” His tone was impossibly husky, low. His hand traveled from your leg to your inner thigh.
You laid back down for him. You were completely bare for him now, you realized, as his eyes roved hungrily over your naked flesh. Gaara’s head settled over your chest, pressing kisses against the valley of your breast, one hand preoccupied with your nipple —
“Mm …!” You arched into him. Gaara’s teeth grazed against another nipple. His curious tongue swirled against the rising bud. You heard the buckles of his uniform unfastening as your head sunk in the pillows, and you knew he was in the midst of shedding the remainder of his gear as he busied with your breasts. His naked skin pressed against your thighs. Your cunt throbbed, maddening you to be touched.
Thankfully, Gaara’s curiosity worked in your favor; his lips traveled down your skin, brushing over a nipple before sliding past the bones of your ribcage. His hands hooked over the fat of your thighs, the soft brush of your pubic hair grazing his chin.
“I remember, in the books …” Gaara’s thumb gently spread one lip, your juices surely leaking over. “The man tastes the woman. I want to taste you, too.”
Your heart skipped; Gaara’s hot breath hit your lips. “He licks up the valley of her lips …” .
You gasped. You realized what he was doing; he was quoting Icha Icha.
His lips flicked experimentally at your folds. You flinched, a knee knocking his head.
He paused to examine you. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Gaara …” You gripped one of Gaara’s shoulders to compel him forward, excitement causing you to flutter. “It feels so good …”
Not needing to be told twice, he sank down, gave your folds a series of licks. You could feel him pause to taste your juices before starting again.
“Good …” he murmured. “So good … If I’d known …”
“Keep going …!”
You lost a hand in his hair. Gaara was eating you. It was unreal. His hot breath on your lips, his open palms spreading your thighs open, was something right out of your wildest dreams. He ate you gently, experimenting with this new territory that was you. You were more than happy to oblige, spreading your legs wider to become more accessible to him in a way you have never been with any man before him. You gripped the sheets at his sudden kisses, the unsuspected swipes of his tongue. His fingers gently spread and kneaded at your labia, exploring you and overstimulating you in the process.
Gaara came up, accidentally brushing a nose against your clit —
You cried out. You pressed him into your cunt. A quick learner, he tested the tip of his tongue against the nub, coaxing another series of moans from you. Your eyes doubled back as he latched on to your clit, the suction of his lips driving you wild.
You writhed underneath him. Your hands rubbed over his hands as he lapped up your juices.
“Oh — use — Gaara, you have to use your — your fingers, oh!”
Gaara paused momentarily, as though something had occurred to him.
“She welcomed his fingers like old friends into her heat …”
You felt his thumb brush against your folds. It pressed farther in until it breached the entrance of your hole.
“Gaara …!” You pulled at his hair.
He grunted but did nothing to stop you, teasing your entrance with his thumb as his tongue swirled around your clit. Your legs trembled, your back arching off the bed and into his willing mouth. Your juices seeped past the fat of your behind, only for Gaara to reach down to collect it with his tongue.
His breath quickened as he replaced his thumb with a finger, pressing it in —
“Ahh! Ha—aha!” A familiar tightness was tormenting your abdomen. Close, close. You tried to think through your haze; if you could just get him to … “Another, please, and — and curl them up, oh —“
“I will …!”
He obeyed with a soft growl, adding another finger into your slippery heat. Your strangled breath coincided with his fingers sinking in. So full, but not enough. You ached for more, bucking your hips in desperation. As instructed, he brought his fingers up in beckoning —
“Aah!”
Gaara’s tongue returned to your clit, curling his fingers again and again, your juices seeping, slipping past his digits. You rocked into his fingers, finding a rhythm with him.
He sucked and kissed your clit, fingers beckoning one final time —
You cried out, clutching at him with both hands. You clenched over his fingers, the walls around them becoming rougher and tighter as your climax came. You shuddered, biting your lip. Gaara was not stopping, inciting wave after wave through you until you plateaued. Pleasure crashed back down around you, forcing you limp against the bed.
“Gaara!” You warned, pushing him away. “Stop, stop! I — I can’t —!”
Immediately, he pulled his mouth and fingers away. You fell to your side, squeezing your legs. You panted, face hot, and in your haze wondered, in the future, if he would do this to you: edge you without realizing — or maybe on purpose? Finger and fuck your poor insides to make you a fumbling mess, as long as it was what you liked. If you told him, he would do it …
A second or so more and Gaara’s hand brushed against your elbow. “Was that all right?”
You turned over your shoulder to look at him, stars in your eyes. “Incredible.” You twisted to face him, kissing his lips, tasting and smelling yourself on him.
It wasn’t long before you were throbbing again, desperate for more contact. Your overactive imagination made it so. He embraced you in the kiss, his warm cock poking at you. You broke the kiss, panting as you brushed him aside to admire him.
You salivated at the sight of him. Your dream to have him twitching and dripping his seed down your mouth was not gone, but … but you couldn’t wait any longer.
Besides, there would be more time for that.
“I need you inside of me,” You said.
He seemed to understand. You laid back down for him to topple you. Visions of the future — you topping him, bouncing atop his cock, swallowing his seed from under his table— filled your mind. Many fantasies that had already been revisited during your alone times. There would be so much time now. You just needed him.
You helped him position himself. Your excited cunt clenched around nothing in anticipation. You bit your lip as his cockhead brushed against your entrance.
“You will tell me,” Gaara began, both an assumption and an order, “if anything hurts.”
You nodded hastily, clinging to his arms. “Of course.”
“Good,” he said, “because I may not be able to stop.”
His cock slid into you, filling you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. You clung to him, nails digging into his forearms as he filled you to capacity.
You nestled in the crook of his neck. “Gaara …”
Pain gave way to pleasure as Gaara succumbed to a thrust. Your head whirled with the novel sensations. The pain was alien but not immense. You stifled stammers out of fear they might encourage him to stop.
Under no circumstances could he stop.
Another thrust —
“Mmfm!” You threw your head back. Gaara’s lips crashed into yours as he moved against you, slapping his hips into yours.
You bit into his neck this time, nibbling at the hickeyed skin soon to bruise there. Gaara’s hand found your clit by accident — and upon seeing your pleased reaction, fixed his hand there and circled it.
He grunted with pleasure as your legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist. His pants puffed into your skin as he pounded you. “Ti — tight …!”
The pain at your core mingled with the pleasure in a way that was strangely pleasant. Your lips part to emit a confused moan-whimper. You wanted more, demanded more. So enamored with Gaara’s plundering of your cunt and his sounds increasing in volume, you didn’t feel him flinch away until his cock had left you.
Gaara pulled away, a hand glued to his cock with eyes squeezed shut. White spent spilled over your inner thigh with a frustrated cry from Gaara. You watched, mesmerized, as ropes of come spilled from his slit and onto your beaded skin.
“Gaara …” You murmured, cunt squeezing around nothing.
He opened his eyes to mere darkened slits, panting as he observed his work.
“I’m — I’m sorry …” He began to come to his senses, realizing what he’d done. “I didn’t know …”
“It’s okay.” You swept his spent from your thigh with scoops of your finger, disposing of it on the fabric. “They’re just sheets.”
Gaara glanced up at you. “Yes, but you …?”
“It’s okay.” You inched toward him. “I can’t get you back up, don’t worry …”
You caressed his cock, now turning flaccid. Gaara took a sharp intake of breath as your grip grew firm. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip before pressing a soft kiss to his head. You tested the waters, taking him into your mouth slowly to see how he would react. Another kiss and swipe of your tongue —
“Nnrgh …” Gaara fisted the sheets.
You resisted a smirk as you drew back, eyes flickering up at him. “Good?”
“Yes …” His breathing had grown labored, no doubt due to the gentle strokes you spoiled his overstimulated shaft with.
You leaned forward to run your tongue over the ridge of his head, outlining the span of it with your tongue. Gaara’s short, nearly inaudible gasps spurred you on to trap his head between your lips and suck.
“Ah, hah-ah —“
You took in more of him, feeling the veins trailing his cock grow more prominent with each new inch into your mouth. You grazed your fingertips over his balls as you dared another inch, hollowing your cheeks to serve his twitching cock.
“All right.” Gaara’s hand laid on your shoulder. “Enough — enough.”
You obeyed and released him with a pop. He was near fully erect now, his cock level with your face. You dug nails into your thigh. It had been so hard for you to resist tweaking your clit with him buried in your mouth.
“If you go on, I won’t last,” he explained.
You nodded and followed the gesture of his gaze back into bed. He returned to his rightful place above you.
“One day soon, I’ll be on top,” You rambled, cheeks red and hot, as Gaara repositioned himself above you. “I can’t imagine how good you’d feel.”
“That day will be today. I only want to get this right now,” Gaara said, and with the tiniest bit of fanfare, placed his head at the tight ring of your cunt and slid inside.
“Aah — AHAA!”
“You seemed to like this before,” Gaara said, voice raised with teasing tilt as he rolled two finger pads into your neglected clit, accompanying his play with deep, slow thrusts.
“Mm …!” You arched into him, your leg spasmed in his hold as he tapped at your clit, Gaara’s fingers dangerously close to where his cock and your opening met. “Gaara!”
“That’s it,” he said. “That’s what I want to hear.” His thrusts quickened inchmeal, but a simple step felt like a mile. “I won’t be a novice for long, (Y/n). I’ll learn everything.”
He slapped a hard thrust into you and stayed there, your hips to his.
“I’ll make you feel everything,” he said as your head fell back into the disarrayed pillows.
You clenched him hard without meaning to. He had to stop talking, otherwise … The encouragement of your cunt was enough to make Gaara rock into you, lustful grunts sounding above you. You closed your and looped arms around his; his clit play would not stop; three fingers tweaked and circled your clit now, your pleasure mounting.
“She finds herself at the peak of climax, and he would be the one to deliver it to her …!”
With a loud moan, you clenched around him tighter and relished the startled moan he gave. His frown rested against your forehead. He seemed to be battling both with the pleasure he felt and the struggle to understand you, how this was possible. Your clit fixed between his two fingers, driving you mad as he filled you again and again with his cock.
Tightness gripped you again, and you knew were you were close. Gaara’s hand abandoned your calf to knead at your breast, eyes closed as he lost himself in you.
“I — I’m …” he panted. “Again …!”
Gaara’s cock twitched inside of you. Close. How could he not be? You knew this wouldn’t last long, even with the help of your mouth. Your mind blared white, bright with the idea of Gaara coming so deep inside of you —
“Ahah …” Your vision gave you another pleasured throb you didn’t need. “Gaara …!”
Stupid, stupid. You couldn’t let him, you couldn’t —
But you wanted it. Wanted him. You gripped on to him tighter. “Do it,” You ordered. “Do it, I want you — want —“
Yet as he slammed into you one final time and the warmth of his come filled you, you could do nothing but hold him closer and take it. His fingers tormented you, the stimulation sending you over the edge as well.
Gaara pulled out, and you felt the slick of his seed seep from your hole onto the sheets. You moaned, clenching around his spent.
So good …
“Amazing …” he remarked, eyes on your drooling cunt.
You tried to wade through the pleasure thrumming through you to understand your mistake, but couldn’t. The after-sex buzz proved too profound. You could hardly register it as a mistake at all, what with how good you felt, pleasurable aches simmering underneath your flushed skin. You dragged Gaara close for another kiss.
Once released, Gaara said, “I’ve never experienced this level of closeness with anyone …” He wrapped arms around you. He lowered his gaze to your beaded clavicle while you played with the damp ends of his rustled hair. “It is strange, but wonderful, too.”
“Neither have I.” You grinned. He’s so grateful. You admired the light smile that came to Gaara’s face. “Was I good?”
Gaara glanced up. “Is it possible for someone not be to be good?”
You couldn’t discern your blush from the natural post-coitus flush you had. “It’s possible.” You wished you hadn’t said it; Gaara’s brows knit together, his eyes wandering with thoughts. Apparently, you’d given him a new worry. “But you were amazing,” You hastened to add.
His expressions softened. “Good. I’m glad.” He watched you pepper his hand and arms with kisses. “I want to be as good as the men in the books.”
“I think you’ve already achieved that, my love.”
Gaara nestled closer to you in the sheets. His hand flexed — open, close — as you left a kiss on his green veins. “Do we need to stop?” Gaara asked.
You met his eye, your mind drunk with him.
“No,” You said and pulled him forward — for the two of you to be pulled under.
You had very little appetite at breakfast, your mind still enamored with the previous events that had come to pass.
Gaara was, of course, not at breakfast; tending to sensitive Kazekage duties was of the utmost importance. So instead, you choose to eat with Kankuro and Temari.
Gaara had quite the … stamina. You were sure you had looked like murder for the rest of the night; bed hair and wild eyes as you walked Gaara through all the things you had only read about and heard from other noble ladies. Aches you fought to keep discreet restricted a lot of your movements.
The sounds of Gaara’s soft pants and whispers of praise were still in your ear long after they had faded into time. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you stared idly at the water remaining in your glass, looking but not seeing.
“So close, (Y/n) —“
“You feel amazing —“
“Don’t make me stop —“
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!”
Temari tore you from your reverie, the images of last night turning to watercolor in your mind.
“Watch the salt,” she said, pointing to your plate.
You looked down to see your hand pouring a hill of salt on your fish. You sighed, put it away and shoveled the hill from your plate.
“I’m going to give a speech at the wedding,” Kankuro said, mind made up.
“I think that’s a great idea.” Temari sipped her tea. “Just as long as you tell me what you’re going to say.”
“What?” Kankuro crossed his arms indignantly. “You don’t trust me?”
“Oh, I wonder why, Mr. psychoactive cactus man?”
Kankuro sighed in defeat as you giggled. “All right, fine,” he replied.
“Do you have anything written?” You asked, desperate for something to cling to so you might live in the present.
Kankuro shrugged. “Not yet. I’m not as good with words as Gaara.”
“Nonsense!” You playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “I’m sure whatever you say will be lovely. You’ve got to let me read.”
Kankuro held up his pinkie. “Promise.”
“I hope Lord Boutoku’s quarters are to his satisfaction,” Temari said as you wrapped your pinkie around Kankuro’s. “We wanted only the best to make him comfortable.”
So it was her. You smiled. “He’s doing well. Thank you, Temari.”
“No problem!”
Better than well, actually; your father had returned to a softer version of himself, ordering servants to and fro and requesting to be served all of his meals in bed. You resisted an eye-roll, thinking about the prima donna that he was. As long as he was happy, you supposed.
“All right, I’m outta here.” Temari set aside a napkin and rose from her seat. “Long day today.”
“With what, exactly?”
“Lady Ikanago has requested details about Lord Boutoku’s arrival, and I said I’d go fill her in,” Temari explained.
“Gonna grab her some painkillers for that hip, too?”
Temari threw a bun at Kankuro’s head, which he aptly caught and bit into.
“Or maybe some purple pandemonium.” Temari snickered as Kankuro blanched. She left her chair. “So long, you two.”
You waved goodbye to her and returned to your breakfast, humming quietly before taking a sip of your water —
“So,” Kankuro began. “You and my little brother sure had fun last night, didn’t you —?”
— You spit out your water.
“Wha — what?” You dabbed yourself frantically with a napkin.
Kankuro’s laughter shook his shoulders, the bun becoming clearly too heavy to hold under the weight of the mirth.
“How do you —“ Your mind went to wild places. “He didn’t tell you —?”
“Are you kidding?” Kankuro said. “Of course not. He’d never; he’s ever bit the gentleman he seems.”
“Then …” You looked around helplessly. “Then how …?”
Kankuro tapped a finger on his temple. “A brother knows these things; I got a good look at him earlier this morning.” He took another bite out of his now crescent moon of a bun and added with a mouth full, “plus, the two of you are such virgins — all dazed and bashful. If this is you trying to hide it, then the whole village will know.”
“Oh, gods.” You hid in your soup. You had passed out long before Gaara and had woken up in his bed without him in it, accompanied only by a simple note telling you Kazekage duties had pulled him away and to go back to sleep full of good dreams.
Kankuro chuckled. “Don’t sweat it. Nobody heard anything.”
“That’s not helping me to not sweat.”
“It’s okay!” Kankuro couldn’t stop grinning. “Really! I’m glad of it.” He shook his head, his smile not having died. “I was worried it’d never happen for him, my poor little brother.”
You groaned, elbow supporting your weight as you ran a hand over your face. “Does Temari know?”
“You’re still alive,” Kankuro said, “so no.”
That earned a little dry laugh from you, a spark of mirth, and it was gone. You looked up through a crack in your fingers. “He looked happy this morning when you saw him, right?”
Kankuro’s expression sobered a bit as he looked into your worried face. “Of course.”
You sighed, relieved.
Kankuro scooped another egg onto his plate. “You gonna go see if he’s still happy?”
“He’s busy.” Both your arms folded on the table. You looked out the window at the faraway blue sky. “I don’t want to bother him.”
In truth, you had no idea what you were supposed to do after sex. Icha Icha was coming up dry on that front; the couples usually lazed in bed or fell asleep together and the time skips gave you no idea what was meant to happen the day after.
“You’re too timid, sis.” Kankuro reached over and pinched your cheek as you grumbled. “Don’t worry about that; we bug him all day with little things. He always says he doesn’t mind. Breaks up the monotony of the day.”
You smiled to yourself. “I don’t know …”
“Both of you think too much,” Kankuro said. “Do you even think last night would have happened if my brother was so sensitive to everything you did? Stop worrying.”
You chuckled. “Okay, okay. I’ll go myself.”
“That a girl.”
You straightened your back as you neared Gaara’s office. Despite your nerves, you did want to see him again.
“Do I look all right, Chuuyou?” You asked.
He blinked, as though surprised you would expect a reasonable answer about fashion from a shinobi. “The skirt complements your legs very well, my lady.”
You nodded, assured. You had opted for your precious fishnets again, with wedged sandals and a skirt to soften their effect. Would everything be different post-coitus? For better or worse? You let yourself into his office.
“Gaara?” You sweetened your voice as the door creaked open.
Two other Sand ninjas flanked Gaara’s desk. Their heads raised when you entered. You met Gaara’s eye immediately, who stiffened upon seeing you.
“Hello, gentlemen,” You said. “I would like a minute alone with my fiancée.”
The ninja exchanged glances. You watched in mild amusement as they obeyed without a word from Gaara and exited.
“They are instructed to listen to you now as well,” Gaara said as the door closed, reading the question on your face. “I thought it appropriate, as you will be a part of my family from now on.”
Butterflies fluttered in your chest as you strode to his desk. You will be a part of my family. You admired your cactus gift now present atop it, now the parent of two tiny succulents flanking either sides of it.
“I apologize for leaving so abruptly,” Gaara said. “My responsibilities as Kazekage …”
“No!” You dismissed him with a nervous laugh. “Don’t apologize, it was nothing.”
“I never would have left you for anything less imperative,” Gaara said while shuffling papers.
Gaara’s fingers grazed yours as they ghosted the wood of the desk. And, upon instinct, you crossed the desk to him. He stared ahead. Rose-colored the pale in his face as he set aside a folder.
“Last night was … all right?”
“That’s a bit of an understatement.” You looped a finger around one of his. “Funny. I was going to ask you the same.”
“Nonsense.” Gaara’s grip grew firmer on your hand. “You were — are — everything a man could ask for.”
You lowered your gaze sheepishly, not knowing what to say to that.
Gaara gave an affirmative nod. “Good. At any rate, there is still much I wish for you to teach me.” He opened a drawer. You gawked at his collection of Icha Icha novels.
“You keep these in here?”
“They don’t interfere with work, I assure you.”
“I could’ve sworn I taught you enough last night!”
“Perhaps for one night,” Gaara said, “but not indefinitely.”
You giggled as he rose to admire you. A gentle smile narrowed his eyes. Gaara’s thumb brushed the side of your face. He left a kiss on your forehead.
Gaara …
“I intend to spend more time with you once my work is done,” Gaara said as he parted from you.
“I understand,” You said and, feigning tiredness, you added, “and in the meantime, I guess I’ll look to see what my father is up to.”
Gaara nodded wordlessly. You pet his hand, not quite through with the feel of his touch, before waving goodbye to him before leaving the office.
You might as well have been walking on pure air; there was nothing tethering you to the earth. Nothing at all.
The end of the month began to draw near. You, your father, and Gaara were in talks about how the two villages would intersect from now on. Father was willing to split his Cyclone down the middle and gift you some of the members, but you weren’t too sure. There were certain classified documents he promised you could now read and, if you deemed it wise, share with Gaara. Those you were more interested in; if you could assist in the coming together of your two villages in any way, that was how you wanted to occupy your time. The diplomacy enthralled you.
But it wasn’t because you didn’t appreciate the effort; Father hadn’t been this warm toward you since the days before your mother had died. It made you feel precious to see him grow incensed about the attack at the beach. You had to suppress laughter when he promised he would send his best to hang your attacker at a town square, slice him into pieces (whatever suited his mood that day) until you steered him on to a different subject. You often had your breakfasts with him now, where he either asked you about your days with Gaara’s family or reminisced about the good old days of being a shinobi (whenever those were, but you knew better than to interject).
And, of course, there was the ever-elusive oasis.
You asked Father if he had told Gaara anything about your village’s greatest secret, but his answers were always vague. Supposedly, he was saving the juiciest information for last.
“He’s told me nothing,” Gaara said during one breakfast Father hadn’t roped you into, “and I think it’s because I haven’t asked. I don’t wish to seem too eager.”
“Well, they can have it,” Temari had said, twirling her fork. “I’m not really that curious about some puddle of water in the middle of the desert — no offense,” she added to you with an apologetic flash of a smile. “I just care about how much of a precedent this will set for other villages we’ve rivaled with.”
“Temari’s right,” Baki said before turning to Gaara. “Excellent deduction skills, Lord Kazekage; we wouldn’t want to make Lord Boutoku uncomfortable with our inquiries. The council is doing more than enough of that on their own.”
Kankuro, you noticed, had been strangely silent on the matter.
You and Gaara were sharing a room now, which you were sure was some kind of symbolic metaphor. You had few possessions to move in besides things that were left in your closet; the clothes you had brought with you to Sunagakure, the clothes you’d bought with Temari, simple knick knacks. Gaara was more than liberal with his personal space and seemed to welcome the intrusion.
You woke one morning — ready to retch. You tore the sheets off of you and sprinted to the bathroom. You ducked your head in the toilet and vomited until you dry-heaved.
You collapsed to the side with a groan. You wiped your mouth and flushed it away.
“Are you all right, my lady?” one of the servants asked, her voice muffled through the closed door.
“I’m — I’m fine!” You rubbed your chest, stiff and aching from the retching.
What was this all about? You hadn’t eaten anything out of the ordinary? In fact, you’d barely eaten anything at all the past few days. Nothing beyond what was necessary to sustain you. Your mind had been on things far more urgent than food. How could you —
A sharp, cold chill ran over you.
No … it can’t be.
… It could.
Leaving out your first night with Gaara, the others had been … extensive. And sorely lacking in protection.
Oh. Oh —
“Damn you, Jiraiya-sensei!” You hissed as you scampered to your feet.
This wasn’t supposed to happen! His characters never used protection! What a fantasy!
But you should’ve known better, after all the stories noble women had shared with you about their accidental pregnancies. Some had even fallen pregnant on their cycle. All of these cautionary tales had impelled the younger ones to be more careful. You had not been careful.
You were pregnant.
Your head spun as you faced yourself in the mirror, ready to … you didn’t know. Laugh maniacally? Cry? Be … happy?
Happy?
You brushed a hand over your belly. Could it be possible you were growing life there at that very moment? Your child? Gaara’s child? You would be a mother? All of these casualties formed chaotic webs inside your mind, one string falling after the last. Your overactive brain flashed images of you and Gaara and children that looked like both of you. A family. A proper family …
Worry was replaced with rising elation, like a morning sun coming to bring clarity. What if you were pregnant? Wouldn’t it be a good thing? And the wedding … no one would ever know you had gotten pregnant before; in no way would you start showing before the time came.
Who would you tell? Who could you tell? Temari? Would she be upset with you?
You wished, more than anything, to have your mother.
She would know what to do. You felt a strange kinship with her suddenly; was this what it was like for her when she had discovered her pregnancy? Your mind went a mile a minute. You knew who you could tell.
Finally, you stepped out of the bathroom to see serving ladies and Chuuyou looking concerned.
“I’m fine, really!” You assured. Your mind was made up. “Chuuyou.”
“Yes, my lady?” his soothing voice hit your ear.
“I need to see my father.”
“Ahh, and if it isn’t my favorite daughter.”
Chuuyou stepped aside so you could enter your father’s room. The windows were drawn to let in the morning sun. Tendrils of steam curled into the air from his teacup. All of this was contradicted by him fanning himself on one of the couches.
“Hello, Father,” You greeted.
“Come, come.” He centered the tray on the table.”And to what do I owe this early meeting? I wasn’t expecting to see you for a few hours more.”
“Well, uh.” You watched your father’s hands dance around the tea. He poured you a cup and offered it to you. You accepted it with a tight smile. “I have something to tell you.”
Father sipped his tea. “I’m all ears.”
“Well …” You lowered your gaze to your mug, the steam heating your chin. “I woke up feeling sick this morning —“
“Oh, don’t tell me.” Father snapped his fan closed with a chuckle. “You inherited your weak stomach from your mother. Shame, shame. The woman was my entire world, but the poor thing could be so —“
“I think I may be pregnant.”
…
…
Breeze whipped the curtain hems with a howl. Chuuyou seemed to take in a sharp breath in the corner, unseen by you; You only had eyes for Father. He’d become a statue, facing you without seeing.
“Pregnant?” Father’s voice was hushed, low. “You’re sure?”
“We — well, I’m not entirely sure.” You twiddled your fingers. “I haven’t done any tests, but it’s a possibility …” You cleared your throat, lowering your gaze. “Highly possible. I was sick this morning, and I’ve never felt anything like that before. We can visit the infirmary together to be sure —“
“You stupid girl.”
You glanced up — hot tea seared your face.
You screamed, hands flying to your face as you doubled over to the sound of china shattering.
“Chuuyou!” Father roared, “close the curtains!”
You collapsed on the floor, still holding your face. Every part of your face burned, hot and horrible. You wailed. Curtains rustled. A hand seized the hem of your shirt to hoist you to your feet.
“Get up — GET UP — look at me!” Father snarled, shaking you.
You obeyed with a frightened whimper. Your blurred vision of Father struggled to focus in the darkness. “Father — father, please —!”
“What did I ever do for the gods to curse me with you?” he yanked you closer. “I’ve been as patient as possible, but this? I am so sick of your whorish ways!”
“Father, fath —!”
“Chuuyou told me everything about your filthy little tryst with the Kazekage in his greenhouse,” Father hissed, hot breath close to your face. “Why do you think I’m here —!?”
He tossed you. You were a fool to think the couch would meet you; your back collided with the hard ground. You stumbled, fumbling away on the wet floor on wobbling hands and feet as Father advanced.
“Did you think I would be overjoyed to see you married off to our greatest enemy? Stupid girl!” He picked up another tea cup and threw it at your head. You dodged with a shriek and it split apart at the wall.
You gasped, clutching at the wall. Something came to light in your head, wedged by the horror. The greenhouse … You glanced at Chuuyou. At the same moment, he met your eye.
You had been alone with Gaara in the greenhouse. But you were never alone, not really. And Baki had been assured by his own informants the two of you hadn’t been seen. But you had been seen. But not by Matsuri. By someone who was always watching, for you had your guardian, your supposed protector.
Your shadow.
“It was you …” You whispered. “You spread the word about the greenhouse …”
Chuuyou lowered his gaze. “Yes …”
“You told him!” You pointed to Father, a set of dominoes toppling in your mind. “You set up Matsuri!”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes,” he muttered. “Once I realized you were truly falling in love with the Kazekage, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I left your side at times I knew you wouldn’t notice or care, and assured there were two Matsuris when there should have been one. I had a clone of her visit a gossip columnist in the village. I knew it would cause a scandal.” He bowed his head. “And it did.”
You shook your head, the level of scheming overwhelming to wrap your head around. “How could you?”
And one of Gaara’s closest? His precious student, of all people? But, with a sickening feeling in your stomach unrelated to the fetus growing there, you began to understand: It would appear as though Gaara was a leader, a Kage, who did not have his house in order, who could not control those closest to him. An unstable house was one easy to topple. How he must have felt in the desert, when morning had come and Gaara was still alive.
“The Sand must be defeated, My Lady —“
“Do not call me that!” You shrieked. “You have no right to call me that!”
“This village is duplicitous, it is evil!” Chuuyou went on. “All the years of humiliation, of oppression ― it cannot be undone by something so cynical as a political marriage! They must pay for the pain they have caused us.”
“You helped to sully Gaara’s reputation to spread doubt in the council.” You felt you might retch again. “To strengthen the factions already against him.”
“His reputation has already been sullied. He is a monster — he was born on —“
“And my reputation, Chuuyou?” You murmured, your heart breaking even more than you thought it could, thought it capable. “What about mine?”
Chuuyou opened his eyes only to cast his gaze to the floor, shame keeping him from lifting his chin.
“You were supposed to protect me …” Rage and sorrow toiled inside you. And he failed both times.
You felt dirty and depraved, deprived. Chuuyou, the one person you felt you could always trust even if his shadowing had been bothersome at times. But then … What kind of fool were you? Chuuyou had been chosen by your father, after all. Anyone imposed by him should have raised your alarm, should have cast doubt within you.
“The opinion of those living in the Sand will cease to matter once I have instilled myself as their ruler,” Father said. You had not forgotten he was there. You could never forget. “I was really hoping you would surprise me,” Father’s voice was low as he glowered over you. “Everything I have taught you … I was hoping you had some sound reason for delaying your task. But instead you come to me, suspicious of carrying his child. You are so pathetically predictable.”
“So it was all lies,” You said. “All of it, from the moment you came.”
“My time here has been miserable,” Father hissed. “Having to watch you play house with that thing” — he threw his hand — “and his family. I am here for one reason and one only, and that is to take matters into my own hands.”
Your eyes widened at him. It was all beginning to make sense now. The letter — it had come after the greenhouse. Your father and his Cyclone. You had thought him simply paranoid, wanting his own protection.
That was not why.
You thought of the other Oasis ninja littered all over the palace — the entire village. Perfectly poised to act. All they needed was to be given word …
“So you’ve just been —“ You struggled to get words out. “Biding your time?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Father said. “It seems, despite my intentions, I have friends in this village.” His smile was cold. “Members of the council would like to see the Kazekage’s removal.”
A cold chill. Joseki. And only the gods knew who else. No. No …!
You weren’t quick enough — Father grabbed you again.
“I would hate to kill kin,” he said. “I am giving you not a mission, but a choice. Either you kill your beloved, or you can join your mother and brother in the afterlife.”
You stared at him. Tears ran down your face. “You wouldn’t,” You whispered hopelessly. “You wouldn’t.”
The madness had returned to your father’s eyes. Dread sank you; the madness had never left him.
“It would be a shame if I had to kill my unborn grandchild as well, a blight on our family that it is.”
He dropped you and you fell sloppily to the floor. You cradled your head as it throbbed. You cracked your eyes open, sobbing in the corner as Father left the room, and Chuuyou, his sorrowful gaze lingering on you, followed him.
You hated no one more than yourself.
You had no idea how long you laid on the floor, shattered dreams and china surrounding you. Darkness and quiet swallowed up the room. Spilled tea long cold wet the bottom of your sandals. Time blurred miserably, thick and colorless, and you inferred that it must’ve been hours. You had managed to pick yourself off the floor and skulk to the room that had once been yours. Chuuyou’s loss weighed your step where he would’ve trailed them. Locking the door behind you, you waited to collapse on the bed to collapse in every other way.
You screamed into a pillow, your tears wetting the fabric. You clenched fists into its plush, and you were sure you could rip it apart, powered by nothing but anguish.
Emotions had blinded you. You were so desperate to believe your father had changed his mind you had missed the truth: he only wanted to succeed where you had failed.
He was playing along. All this time … All the while working out sinister background details with Joseki and — horror rained down on you — others to take down Gaara. Had all those times at his bedside been a lie? You couldn’t quite believe it; Father’s joy had seemed so genuine, his laughter — when was the last time you’d heard him laugh? He’d been a different person, an echo of something long lost. The memories of all those mornings evoked a different ache in you, impelling you to touch a hand on your chest. I lost the father I never had. That’s why I feel the way I do.
Chuuyou (your shadow, what a joke) had, at some point, slipped away to frame Matsuri. What was her role in this? Beside your angst lay curiosity; a part of you wanted to go to her cell and ask her yourself.
But you couldn’t. There was no time. Angst. Curiosity. Alarm. You were possibly carrying Gaara’s child — and wouldn’t be for much longer, if you didn’t do something fast. You wiped your tears with the back of your arm, releasing a shuddering breath as you rose from bed.
There was only one card you had to play: you had to tell Gaara. Now.
You picked yourself up from your self-hate, composed yourself, and left the room for the one you shared with Gaara. He had to be there by now; it was late afternoon. The last time you had turned your head to the sky, it had been periwinkle. Your head had swelled with dreams. You hadn’t wanted to die.
You lugged yourself around, giving idle hellos to maids and servants who greeted you, working past hallways now familiar to you until you made it to the bedroom door and entered.
“Gaara …!” You were relieved.
Gaara sat at the bed’s edge, one leg swung over the other. Unharmed. He raised his head to smile at you. “(Y/n). Hello. I was just waiting for you.”
You brought him into a hug. “Thank the gods …” You whispered into his sleeve.
You felt his hand still at the small of your back. “(Y/n) … There have been some issues.”
You pulled back to stare inquisitively up at him. Carefully, you asked, “What do you mean? … What types of issues?”
Gaara cast his gaze low. “Would you be opposed to remaining only in the palace?”
“Gaara.” Your brows furrowed. “What’s going on?”
Gaara still averted your gaze. “I hate asking this of you — you’ve been so sequestered already — but … There are anti-Kazekage sentiments brewing across the village.”
“Anti-Kazekage …” You trailed. Did this have to do with the greenhouse? Or your father? Or both? “Gaara, oh no … I’m sorry …”
“Don’t be,” Gaara said. “It’s as I told you: not all have come to accept me. And as there has been a significant uptick in drama lately, it was to be expected. I highly doubt it will leak to the entire village. I’ll deal with it.” He glanced up at you at last. “But I fear for your safety, especially after what took place at the beach …” He stopped, invisible brows furrowed as he appraised you. “Is something the matter?”
“Yes.” There was no point sugarcoating. This was it. You couldn’t be a coward anymore. Do the right thing for once. For your husband. For the baby. “My —“
But your tongue refused to work; it lay limp in your mouth. Your lips parted, but only breath escaped. Sound, no words.
Gaara took your hand. “Take your time. That is what Temari would always tell me when I had trouble speaking as a child.” He paused. “As a young child.”
“I’m all right,” You said, creating some distance between the two of you. “I’m — okay, really! It’s just, my —“ Again, your tongue froze. Your lips closed against your will, refusing to help you impart speech. You tried to force words out — only to remain hopelessly tongue tied. You closed your eyes with a sinking realization.
Your heart ramped. Panic set in. Oh, no. Oh no oh no.
Father’s done something to me. I can’t say it! I can hardly think !
“Are you okay?”
“Gaara …” Fear shallowed your breath. It gripped you like a child hiding from the dark, and you wished you had a teddy to hug. I’m so scared. What should I do?
“(Y/n).” Gaara’s voice was firm now.
You closed your eyes, bringing Gaara close. “No.” You shook your head. “I — I just …” You fought tears. You couldn’t tell the truth, and now you truly couldn’t. I can’t tell him — I literally can’t tell him. “I just can’t stay inside anymore! I feel so claustrophobic, but — but I always seem to be causing trouble for you … That shouldn’t be the case for someone you love.”
“No.” Gaara caressed your cheek. “If anything, I cause trouble for you.” And with all the authority of a Kage, he said, “I will address this. I’m sorry, truly, but it will only be for a few more days. No longer.”
Like you cared about living or being anywhere besides the Sand palace. Like you wouldn’t want to burrow into it and stay forever. Wordlessly, you brought him into a hug. You wanted to burrow inside him, hide in your fiancée, the only place you felt safe. Even if he couldn’t save you.
“If anything, I cause trouble for you,” Gaara said. He stroked the nape of your neck, his voice as gentle as autumn rain. “Forgive me.”
You pinched at his sleeve, a cue for him to comfort you more, and, miraculously, Gaara obliged, running a hand over your arm.
“You … could never cause trouble for me.”
“Do you think (Y/n) has been acting strangely lately?” Gaara asked.
His siblings lounged around the sitting room, accompanied by Baki. Despite the demands of their respective duties, some days were slower than others. Gaara lived for these days where he could enjoy the company of his family and friends, and he enjoyed it now, even with his concern for you.
At his inquiry, Temari stopped fanning herself. “Hm?” “I haven’t noticed anything. Though … I haven’t seen much of Lord Boutoku lately. Oh.” She sighed and rested her chin on her palm. “I hope the council’s not crowding him too much. Did you hear Ryusa kept him out all day yesterday?”
“Serves him right,” Kankuro grumbled. “Geezers. All of them. He’s got some nerve, always retiring to his room because he’s tired — like he doesn’t have servants waiting on him hand and foot.”
“I’ve heard about people having …” Gaara fought the anxiety inside of him as he reached for the term, “cold feet …”
“Certainly not, Lord Kazekage,” Baki said. “You must understand: women are mysterious creatures. They need a great deal of time to themselves.”
“I second that,” Temari said. “It’s a surprise you’re not married, Baki.”
Baki gave her a flat look. “Oh, is it?”
“Gaara,” she said, ignoring Baki, “I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I’ll go check on her for you,” Kankuro said.
Gaara frowned. “But …”
Kankuro placed a hand on Gaara’s shoulder on his way out. “Big brother will take care of it. Don’t worry.”
Gaara appreciated the levity, and after a second or two nodded.
“Thank you, Kankuro.”
Kankuro made it to Gaara’s quarters. He could hear the trickle of shower water. The bed was perfectly made, along with the rest of the room. Not a hair out of place — beside your necklace on the bedside table.
Kankuro sighed. Worried about nothing, as always, Gaara. The necklace’s disk caught in the lamplight. Curiosity tugged at him. He approached the necklace. He remembered the pomp-and-circumstance that came along with Lord Boutoku bestowing it on you. The whole thing was cheesy, but … sweet. He knew how much you loved the thing, were never seen without it. Maybe the old man wasn’t so bad. Crazy, but not bad.
Kankuro grazed the necklace’s face — he misjudged it, though, and it clanked to the floor.
“Woops.” He knelt down to retrieve it, only to see its disk had cracked open.
His eyes widened. “Oh no,” he hissed. “No!”
Kankuro, what the fuck did you —?
Glistening black caught his eye. The necklace had broken apart at its center like a metaphorical heart, allowing something to … seep from it.
Something was inside the necklace.
He leaned forward to further inspect it.
Your hands ran absentmindedly over your body. The hot water did nothing to change the corpse-cold temperature of your skin. With numb fingers, you shut the water off, your hair dripping over the valve.
You felt othered from your own body, trapped in it with no choices, no resolution. The clock ticked imminently to doomsday in your mind. When would Father attack? Would he make you watch it as punishment?
I hope he kills me first. I do not want to see what he does next.
You palmed your stomach and imagined the fetus occupying your womb. The only thing anchoring you from life, and you had even failed this life before it was even born.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Only a few days ago, you were reeling at the prospect of marrying Gaara, only sooner you were imagining starting a family. What a risible delusion. What a farce.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You left the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself. A new set of dry clothes lay folded for you, and after drying off, you dressed. Fresh clothes. Soft. Flowery-scented shampoo, soap. The warmth of the clothes failed to penetrate your skin, much like the shower water had. You felt carved, rounded out and empty, like a shell whose creature had long since slithered away.
You reached for your necklace — it was gone.
What? Your reverie cleared enough for you to ponder. Had you misplaced it? Remembering one moment from another had become a struggle. What had you done with it?
Unless it was taken?
Your eyes widened. Panic shattered the reverie completely. What if Father had taken it, or had someone do it?
You exited the room, head swinging either way. Where would you look? The only place that came to mind was the sitting room. You headed there, descended the stairs to the last floor —
“Has anyone seen my —?”
Gaara was there, waiting for you. And Temari and Kankuro. And Baki. And a dozen other sand ninja.
You froze on the stairs.
Kankuro, blank-faced, lifted his hand: your necklace chain roped around his fingers and hung there. “Looking for something?” He turned half of the necklace’s broken face and the poison dripped blood-black dots onto the floor.
Your body, flushed from running, ran corpse-cold again. “I …”
“(Y/n) …” Gaara said. “What is this?”
Your throat was too constricted to help form words. A thousand knives seemed to hold you in place.
“An incredibly powerful agent, I’d say,” Kankuro finished for him in a detached, clinical voice, though nothing could conceal the cold fury underneath. “Extracted from the Red Spine plant. Grows from her side of the desert. I’ve even read about it … You would’ve been dead in seconds, Gaara.”
You shook your head wildly. “No, Gaara, Kankuro — I can explain …!”
“So that’s why Boutoku’s here,” Temari said under her breath. You could see the whites of her knuckles from where you stood. Shadows shrouded her eyes before she fixed you with a murderous glare. “You planned to poison him.”
There was no air in your lungs. “No … no …. Wait, I — please —“
“This whole time …” Kankuro’s anger simmered under his breath, barely held back. “It’s all been a ruse. You were waiting for us to let our guards down —“
“No!”
“I knew something was off!” Temari roared, a hysterical edge to her voice now. “I knew something was wrong! This whole time — and when you woke up in the infirmary and flipped out about the necklace being gone! You thought we’d found out!”
Tears were streaming down your face now. You tried to move your mouth helplessly to reveal the truth, but no words were forthcoming. As Father designed, your tongue rolled and failed you.
It doesn’t matter. I knew. I agreed to all of this. All of it.
“There must be some explanation.” Gaara’s voice was measured, but even you could detect the hint of desperation in his tone. “A misunderstanding …?”
You kept moving your mouth, but you were sure you only appeared stammering and pathetic, grasping at straws to craft into lies. Your legs failed; you slumped to a step. You caught Baki’s eye, quietly pleading, but disappointment seemed to keep him silent.
“There isn’t, Gaara.” Kankuro took a step. You’d never seen him look so imposing; his face paint rendered him monstrous. “She’s been wearing that fucking thing since she got here, since I brought her to you —!”
Kankuro threw the necklace, emptied of its contents, into your face. You yelped, catching it with trembling hands. Temari’s
hands shook, aching, probably, for a weapon to strike you with.
“You snake!” Kankuro hissed. “After everything —!”
“Gaara …” You looked up — and your heart fell to pieces.
Gaara was a stone, but his eyes were lined with moisture. You had brought him to near tears.
You had done this.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Baki asked. “If you’ve anything at all to say.”
“Please, Gaara …” You were crawling away from the stairs now, toward them. “Please, please …”
Save me.
Gaara turned away from you. His expression was cold.
“Take her.”
“No!” You screamed as ninja advanced to grab you. You kicked as you were hoisted to your feet. “No, you can’t, Gaara!” You were being thrust through the threshold when your voice ripped from your throat: “I’M PREGNANT!”
The shinobi paused, turned to Gaara for guidance.
Gaara searched your eyes, his expression reserved in his desperation for this to be true.
“Please,” You sobbed. “It’s true … You can’t do this. You know it’s possible.”
He turned around, this time his back to you. “She’ll be given a test to confirm whether this is true. We can no longer take her on her word. We’re done here … Take her.”
You sobbed miserably as you were dragged away. Temari and Kankuro’s words filtered through your awareness, but nothing registered.
“Matsuri needs to be released, we need to go get her —“
“We have to deal with Boutoku now!”
“I can’t believe this —“
But it all fell away as you lolled your head to the side. Brutal daylight hit your face as you were dragged from the palace’s entrance, and through blurry eyes, you watched the place that had become your home grow farther away. Nothing but a dream.
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Heya 👋
Can you do a pregnant s/o with neji, kiba, shino, Gaara??
Have a great day ❤️👋🌺
author's note: this is such a cute request, I really loved writing it! I actually wrote Gaara finding out his s/o is pregnant, where I kind of covered how he will be during the pregnancy, so I decided to cover only Neji, Kiba and Shino for this one. Hope you enjoy! <3
➤ Neji
Given this is Neji we are talking about, I assume his s/o's pregnancy was more or less planned.
He and his partner have been trying to conceive for a while, since they've been married for a year already and the elders of his clan were already pestering them about children.
So when his s/o told him they are pregnant, he felt both rush of excitement and relief.
Probably one of the calmest and most composed men when it comes to his partner's pregnancy.
I imagine he has been preparing for this moment for a while by reading various books, consulting with some of the older women of his clan, as well doing his own research during his free time.
Definitely more ready and knowledgeable than his s/o about it.
I have always been of the opinion that Neji is very traditional guy, who dreams of having a family of his own.
As such, he is overprotective from Day 1.
He will accompany his s/o everywhere, help them with chores and would try to stop them from doing any missions straight away, worried that the risk of losing either of them is way too big. (I say try, because he will probably be unsuccessful till the last few months)
Has a tendency to be a bit paranoid and scold his s/o if he ever see them doing even something by themselves.
I feel his s/o would find all his efforts and worries somewhat adorable in the beginning, but as their pregnancy progress and their hormones start going crazy, they will start losing their patience with him.
I imagine the second half of the pregnancy may be a bit stressful for both of you (and everyone around you tbh!), since his s/o won't hold back their complaints about Neji's behaviour and in turn he will be annoyed about why is his s/o angry, when all he tries to do is to take care of them.
Treats his partner like an absolute ROYALTY tho
His s/o want a silk pillowcase, because otherwise they can't fall asleep? He will go around the whole Hyuga compound to find them one.
His s/o is craving his famous vanilla ice cream in the middle of the night? He is spending the hours preparing it from scratch for them.
Overall, his s/o's pregnancy would go quite easy, as he is very attentive and already knows quite a bit about what to expect and how to handle his s/o's mood swings.
➤ Kiba
Where do I even start with this one?
Initially, when his s/o told him they were pregnant, he was absolutely perplexed.
He knew they were not always super strict with the protection, but so far they have always been safe from incidents.
Like, he is not against becoming a dad - quite the opposite, he would love to have a house FULL with little Inuzuka babies, BUT he just was not sure he was ready at that point.
He is not really sure how to prepare tho?
Unlike Neji, he is not in the mood to go around and spend days reading boring books about childbirth and pregnancies, neither he felt comfortable talking with his family about it.
I imagine he is the type of guy that just grab his s/o's hand and give them a reassuring smile, saying: "It's okay, we are going to figure it out together!"
And they do. The beginning is a bit messy, both him and his s/o don't really know what to expect and if they should expect anything at all at this early stage.
I don't think he is going to treat his partner any differently, because for the first few months they look pretty much the same as before, so in his mind they should be perfectly capable to continue going on missions, do chores etc.
His s/o's period of throwing up almost every night and feeling sick every time they take a bite of food COMPLETELY throws him off and he is phoning Sakura almost every day, asking her to come to his house and check his s/o
When his partner gets their mood swings, their house becomes almost like a battlefield - poor man doesn't really know why his s/o is behaving that way and would constantly be baffled by his s/o's behaviour
"Why are you screaming at me? Don't you dare throwing that pillow-Ow! Dammit!"
I imagine that he will have to seek his mother's and sister's help in the later stage of the pregnancy, it is just TOO MUCH to handle
That doesn't stop him from wanting to have another kid pretty soon after his s/o gives birth to their first one - now that he has seen how they glow when they are pregnant, he plans to keep them like that quite often
➤ Shino
Our favourite boy Shino... his s/o is honestly lucky to have him during their pregnancy.
When they first told him they were pregnant, he didn't show much of an emotion, other than letting his lips curve in a small smile, before resting a gentle kiss against his s/o's temple.
He was definitely happy about the news, but as I always imagined him as a quite laid back individual, his reaction is actually pretty calm and relaxed compared to many other Naruto men.
In the beginning, his behaviour doesn't change much - he tries not to intervene too much with his s/o's freedom and let them do whatever they want.
If they want to continue doing missions - that's fine by him, even tho he may ask the Hokage to send him with them if possible.
If they want to stay at home - he doesn't mind taking a complete care of them, if this is how they are going to feel comfortable.
He is very attentive and always listen to his s/o's wishes and needs.
For this reason I actually think his partner is going to have pretty easy pregnancy - they would feel relaxed and comfortable in Shino's care, adopting his view that parenthood would just come naturally to them.
I don't even think they would have any pregnancy symptoms, even at the late stage - their behaviour and relationship with Shino remains pretty much the same. (I mean, even when hormonal, you can't really be angry at this softie, can you?)
Also, I imagine he may propose during his s/o pregnancy? He had always knew he wanted to officially make them their partner, so this felt like the perfect time to tie the knot tbh.
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Hello ^~^
I would like to request neji, gaara and itachi (or whoever you want, really!! I really just want pup interactions) and the things that they let their pups get away with and things that they definitely would NOT let their pups get away with. Been reading your head cannons with their pups and I am obsessed!!
Hello! Pup headcanons are so much fun~ I hope you enjoy!
NEJI
What does Neji let his pup get away with you ask?
Nothing.
Okay, well, that's not entirely true, but he is pretty strict when his pup is young.
Ultimately though, he's weak to almost anything that his pup asks for to learn. His house is filled with expensive hobby objects that his pup used once and then forgot about.
Cameras, clay, chemistry kits, wool, countless how-to books.
Neji really prioritises learning and enrichment, so he rarely says no to purchases needed to learn a new hobby.
Obviously, kids are flaky, but everytime he says "what about the thing I just bought you?"
his pup says "but this time I reaaaaalllly want to learn this, and I'll keep at it, I promise!"
They rarely do, but Neji caves every time.
And what does he never let his pup get away with?
Everything
Swearing.
Even when his pup is an adult he tells them that he doesn't want to hear them use bad language. He just thinks it's incredibly disrespectful for them to use that sort of language around him, their parent.
He knows they use it with their friends and that's fine, but he's their father, not their friend, so he doesn't want to hear it. Ever.
GAARA
So, what does Gaara let his pups get away with?
Interrupting him at work, for sure.
He's just soooo weak for his little ones, they are his biggest priority, so while he might lightly scold them if they barge into the Kazekage's office without a good reason, he's too soft to actually stop them.
Whether his pups are crying toddlers brought in by his mate, or school children on their way home, or even teens having a rough day, he invites them in, pauses his work/meeting, and gives them hugs and some of the snacks that he keeps in the bottom draw for them.
He's been known to keep his toddlers on his lap while in important meetings as well.
Because he's Kazekage, sure, but Gaara never forgets that he's a father too.
What do Gaara's pups never get away with?
Hmm, Gaara is very relaxed and lenient, but lying to him is something he takes very seriously.
It truly breaks his heart and trust if his pups lie to him about big things. Obviously a toddler lying about eating a cookie is not a big deal to him, but his older children covering something up and lying to his face... it hurts him.
He's not asking for 100% full transparency all the time, but if he asks a serious question and they lie, then he finds out that they lied, he's hurt enough to ground them and take away their privileges for sure. And his disappointed face is punishment in of itself.
ITACHI
Itachi is sort of a middle ground between the other two. He's nowhere near as strict as Neji nor as lenient as Gaara.
So what does he let his pups get away with?
Occasional fake 'sick' days.
He's a little ashamed that he's so lax about this, but if one of his pups is sad, or stressed, or even just wants to stay at home and cuddle with him all day, he gives them the day off from school.
Itachi sort of wishes he could home school them, but it's important for Uchiha integration into Konoha that the future clan head's children go to the main academy school.
But he still gets these occasional special 'sick' days where he puts off all chores to cuddle and play with his children uninterrupted for the day.
But what is he strict about?
Fighting between siblings.
He won't have his children being mean to each other or purposely winding each other up.
He has been known to project a teeny bit. Viewing his children as him and Sasuke subconsciously. He doesn't even know that he does it, tbh, all he knows is it makes him very tense and anxious when his children fight, even playfully.
His household is thankfully very low on conflict, but when his pups do fight or bicker, he gives them something his alpha has lovingly dubbed as the 'sibling speech'. It's a long speech about loving and supporting each other and being a team etc. etc.
Itachi isn't creative enough to invent the 'this is our get-along shirt' but if someone ever brought it up, he would at least consider it XD
#gaara#neji#itachi#a/b/o#omegaverse#hcs#headcanons#omega!itachi#omega!gaara#omega!neji#alpha!reader#pups
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Trouble in Paradise - Naruto x Reader
A/N: Angst to fluff, my take on Naruto's marriage
tagging @revasserium
As you walk the streets of Konoha, a sleeping boy pressed to your chest, tears barely dried on his small face, another child growing in your belly, you know things need to change.
You don't walk home. Instead, you take the slightly longer route and stop at the entrance to the Aburame compound, knocking softly on the doors of the Clan Head.
Shino opens shortly after, dark glasses reflecting your own miserable reflection.
“Is everything okay?”
“It could be better,” you offer quietly, “I’m sorry I’m springing this onto you, but I need to… I need to talk to my husband. And I don’t want Boruto to hear it.”
“I understand.” Shino eyes the boy for a second before stepping aside. A cloud of Kikaichu takes off from his hands, no doubt to call Hinata who comes in shortly after.
You must look even worse to her, or maybe it’s her incessant way of worrying about everyone, because she rushes over, hugs you as tight as she can with Boruto still clinging to you.
“Is everything okay?” She asks as well and you can feel yourself slipping again, eyes stinging with tears.
“It could be better,” you press out and swallow, rub your son’s back to convince yourself that at least he’s still here. “He’s been sick for a few days but his fever wouldn’t go down last night and we… we’ve been at the hospital for hours. They did as much as they could and it’s gone down significantly. But I… I can’t go on like this anymore. Can you take him for a few hours? I need… I need…” You can’t say it. But Hinata understands anyway.
It still breaks your heart when she takes your son from you and carries him to the guest room he’s slept in quite a few times now.
“Maybe you should rest first,” Shino comments calmly. “Surely something like this should be dealt with when you’re better rested.”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll be back shortly. Or… or in the morning, if it can’t be helped.”
“If you insist.” He offers you a nod goodbye, but you can feel his eyes on you as you walk off, your arms curled around you now that the warmth of your child is gone.
-
The Hokage tower lies almost deserted. The few guards that are up at this late hour let you pass without question. You’re well known.
Still, your hand shakes when you raise it to knock. You take a deep breath, relieved to be called in immediately.
Naruto looks tired. Exhausted, even. The bags under his eyes remind you more of Gaara than of the man you vowed to love forever.
It takes him a considerably long time to recognize you, which hurts more than you want to admit.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, a little panicked. “How late is it? I meant to come home for dinner, I-”
“No need.” You fold your hands in front of your stomach. Are you trying to protect your unborn child from its own father? Maybe. You don’t know anymore.
“What do you mean?” He’s still fumbling around on his desk, looking for something he probably isn’t so sure of himself.
“I want a divorce.”
Naruto freezes. You’ve never seen him this shell-shocked before. You know him to deal with trauma calmly, laugh about threats, treat danger like a joke. But this… it’s scary. As it should be.
“What?” He asks, voice breaking. His eyes are looking at you, but you can tell they’re not focusing.
“For the past four days, Boruto has been sick. You’ve been home once in this time and yes, Naruto, I know when you’re using a Shadow Clone. Not once have you asked how he was. I spent almost 24 hours at the hospital today because his fever got so bad that they thought about putting him into a coma. I was alone, Naruto.”
“Is he-” Naruto starts, voice breaking off.
You nod, shaking from head to toe. “He’s alright. Or as well as he can be, considering the circumstances. He’s with Shino and Hinata now because I didn’t want him to hear this. I just… If you didn’t want a family, why did you start one? I would have been fine doing missions and seeing you in between like we used to before I got pregnant. But you promised!”
“I… I don’t know… I’m the Hokage and…”
“I know.” You swallow down bile. “It has always been your biggest dream. And you can have that. I hope you’ll be happy.”
You turn to leave. But you don’t make it to the door.
Naruto pulls you in like he used to, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs your back. It’s familiar and oh-so painful, but you can feel yourself sink into the touch. It’s been too long without it.
His chest shakes with every inhale. Maybe it’s your exhaustion, both physically and mentally, but you need a second to realize he’s crying, full-on sobbing into your shoulder.
Your fingertips dig into his arms, but instead of pushing him away, you pull him closer.
Is this what love feels like? When you’re too hurt to go on anymore and your head tells you to stop this, to cut the strings that bind you, all you can do is keep hanging on.
“I’ll change. Don’t leave me, please!” He says it like a prayer like you’re the goddess that rules his life. Maybe you are. You don’t know anymore.
“Come home,” you say, your voice tired, cracking at the edges with emotion overflowing.
And to your surprise, he does.
-
You wake up from a knock on the door.
The sun is up high already, telling how long you’ve slept. Strong arms are curled around you, unwilling to let go as you move to slip out of their grip.
“There’s someone at the door, Naruto!” You tell him, pinch his nose when he won’t move.
He grumbles and lets go, curls into himself as soon as you’re out of bed. Typical.
Hinata looks up at you with bright, worried eyes.
“I wanted to check in on you,” she says, “Boruto is with Shino. He’s doing much better. How are you?”
“I’m not sure,” you tell her, rubbing your face. “He came home tonight at least. I can’t believe I slept this long. Boruto must feel horrible. I’m sorry, I’m such a terrible-”
“No.” Hinata’s voice is sharp now, hand outstretched as if she’s ready to fight. “Don’t go there. You’re doing your best. He’s fine. His fever’s almost completely gone and you left him with friends you can trust. You’ve had good reasons for what you did. I’ll let him know that you’re fine and that you and Naruto are doing some grown-up things and wanted him to have fun in the meantime. As soon as anything changes I’ll let you know.”
“You’re the best Hinata.” You move to hug her. She whispers into your ear. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do, but keep in mind how Naruto grew up, please?”
“I will,” you choke out when she steps back. “I will,” you repeat and she nods and leaves without another look back.
-
Naruto finds you in the kitchen half an hour later in the middle of making breakfast.
“Morning,” He shuffles closer, awkwardly folding himself around you, chest pressed against your back. You can feel how tense he is, trying his best to go back to how things used to be.
“Morning,” you reply as calmly as you can. “When are you leaving for work?”
“I thought I could stay home… today. We can go pick up Boruto and spend some time together.”
“And starting tomorrow you’re back at the office again, or what?” You can feel him tense behind you at your sharp tone and push the pan aside, turning down the heat before you burn the eggs to crisps.
Your hands are shaking, your breathing too fast. Before you can do anything else, Naruto has spun you around and pulled you in. But he’s not begging this time, just holding you close, as if that would prevent you from leaving him altogether.
It helps, though. To feel his skin under your fingertips, to be able to smell him and feel him and hear him, know that he’s not some shadow of the real thing, but the real thing itself…
You remember Hinata’s words and now you’re the one pulling him closer.
“Remember what I told you? About my parents?”
“You told me a lot of things,” his voice is a little scratchy, but he tries, “What do you mean?”
“My parents were both active Shinobi. But when I came home from school, there was always someone there. I knew both my parents and I knew I could count on them. I know you didn’t have that, but… you can be like that too. Don’t you want to be like that too?”
“Can you teach me?” Naruto asks, voice timid and soft. There’s nothing left of the Hokage, nothing left of the “strongest Shinobi of the Leaf”. This is not the man who mastered a Jutsu by sheer will, who won a war just because he needed to.
Maybe, just maybe, this is him in his purest form. A child, forgotten and alone, who never learned how to be a parent.
“Yeah,” you say, swallowing down the tears to speak. “Yeah, I’ll teach you.”
- - -
“Daddy, look!” Boruto calls from the kitchen table.
Naruto’s in the middle of getting ready, with bleary eyes and messy bedhead, but he stops and turns, squints to make out what’s so important to his son.
It’s the napkin he was supposed to clean his hands with, now decorated with a painting made from ketchup.
“It’s the Kyuubi!” Boruto explains proudly. “Do you like it?”
“It’s amazing!” Naruto hops over, trousers pulled up on only one leg. He presses a kiss to Boruto’s head. “How long did you work on that?”
“Very long!” Boruto declares though it couldn’t have been more than five minutes. “Can it go on the fridge?”
“We’ll have to ask Mom about this one, buddy.” Naruto apologizes and they both turn their bright blue eyes toward you.
You smile and rub the back of your little girl who’s currently hungrily drinking her milk.
“It’s great, but how about we use it as inspiration and make a bigger painting with more colors? Daddy can keep it in his office then.”
“Okay!” Boruto tosses the napkin to the side and digs into his Omurice, already forgetting about it.
Naruto shakes his head at that, pulls his trousers on properly, and walks over to you.
“How are we doing today?” He asks softly, voice a little lower. “Still good?”
“Still good,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss him. “Make sure to come home in time, okay? If you can’t handle this project alone, you need more help.”
“Yes boss,” he kisses your nose, “I’ll let Shikamaru know. I*m sorry for coming home late yesterday.”
“I know.” You rest your temple against his. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
-
Life’s not any easier now that you’ve got two kids instead of one.
There’s always more work to be done, days where you barely see your husband.
But if Naruto’s one thing, he’s a fast learner. Determined, too. If he wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it, to become what is necessary.
And to become a good father, a good husband, a good man… all he needed was a teacher..
-
“When’s Daddy coming home?” Boruto asks in the evening as you’re making dinner. He’s finished two paintings today, ran around the house until he got tired enough to take a nap, and still managed to paint the bathroom tiles with your favorite nail color.
You look up at the clock hanging from the wall.
“Well, if everyone at the office was nice today, he should be home in about fifteen minutes.”
“How long is that?” He asks just as his little sister starts to wail.
Boruto runs over and offers her her pacifier. She quiets immediately and he beams up at you, so obviously proud.
“You’re a great big brother,” you praise him. “That was so nice of you.”
“When’s Daddy coming home?” Boruto asks again, running around your legs.
“Well, if everyone was nice today, he should be home by the time the food is ready. Can you help me with setting the table?”
“Yes!” He runs and grabs the plates, tosses the chopsticks on the table as well. It’s messy and chaotic, but right now you could care less.
Because while Boruto is busy setting the table you hear the telltale sound of familiar footsteps walking down the hallway and you know, just any second, Naruto will be home.
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I’ve never seen someone request this, but how do you think konoha 11 guys would react if the reader said their safe word when being intimate together? Btwww I love your writing sm <3
I love this one 🥺🥺🙊 and thank you💗🫶🏾
Warnings: 18+, smut, ddlg, short scenarios, loads of fluff, also a lot of smut, bdsm, brat taming, punishments
Gaara
“G-Ga…ra”, you whimper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as another orgasm ripples through you, his hips still thrusting into you, deep and hard, never ceasing even as you cum hard around him. Feeling a ball forming in your tummy, you begin to grow nauseous. Maybe you’re too dehydrated to be engaging in such vigorous and intense behavior, but you are starting to feel sick, your head spinning as Gaara continues to fuck you.
“Yea babe?”, Gaara pants against your face, enjoying himself far too much to give you a break now. “B-bub…bles”, you barely manage to whimper, too weak to try and push him off of you. If the two of you were not so close, he might’ve missed it, but he swears he heard you say it, immediately pulling out of you just in case he’s right. “Bubbles babe?”, he softly asked, his voice horse from the stimulation. All you can manage is to nod your head, tears running down your eyes and you don’t know why just yet.
Gaara’s heart skips a beat and he immediately sobers up, “Baby, are you hurt?”, he asks, holding his breath as he nervously waits for your answer. You just weren’t feeling so well. You skipped breakfast and lunch today because of work, and you forgot all about that when you got home to Gaara. You desperately needed him to make love to you after such a long day, but now you regret it, feeling bad for stopping something you started. “No..”, you say barely above a whisper, Gaara leaning in closer, until his face was directly above yours. “What’s the matter love?”, he gently asks feeling your buddy still twitching beneath him. “Come here baby”, he says, scooping you up and carefully sitting up with you cradled in his arms.
“Answer me please dear”, he pleads, wiping the sweat off your forehead with his hand, placing kisses all over your face, your eyes closed to embrace all the attention you were receiving. “I, I d-don’t know, just f-feel sick”, you whimper, still recovering from the intense orgasm, hiccuping as you spoke. “It’s alright baby, let’s breathe”, he says, laying down on his back, a few pillows behind him, adjusting you so you lay right on top of him, your face snuggling his neck, your breasts squished against his chest.
“Breathe with me okay babe?”, he says, his arms wrapped around you, soothing you already. As he breathed in, you followed the notion of his chest, breathing in too, and as he breathed out you breathed out too, until you were calm enough that you stopped hiccuping. “I’ll go grab you some juice okay?”, he says, and for the rest of the night, you get babied until it’s time to sleep.
Sasuke
He himself is not sure if he’s a hard or soft dom, but today, he isn’t letting you get away with your embarrassing behavior at todays Hokage conference. Nagging him for all the things you wanted in between the meeting breaks, giving him attitude and rolling your eyes whenever he pulled you closer to him to warn you to get yourself together. Then getting all upset about it and nagging him to pick you up in front of everyone. Naruto, Kakashi, Gaara and Shikamaru so witnessing your needy behavior.
He was very mad y/n. That’s why you were tied up on the bed, closer to the headboard, you arms and legs spread wide apart, your hands handcuffed right above your head, your ankles handcuffed to the headboard, a vibrator inside your warms walls and another nestled right on your clit, Sasuke’s fingers spreading your lips apart pushing the hood of your clit bag for the ultimate torture. He knew you wouldn’t be able to take this from the jump. But fuck it, tonight he wanted to be ruthless. You needed to learn some kind of lesson.
You on the other end couldn’t stop crying and screaming to save your life, your body fully restricted, you could barely move, having cum multiple times in the few minutes Sasuke pinned you down for. Your orgasm was cruel and long, you thought you’d suffocate to death, barely able to breathe as you came, pushing the vibrator inside of you out as you squirted all over Sasuke for the millionth time. “Tch, you dirty brat”, he mumbled to himself, catching the vibrator in his hand to quickly stuff it back inside of you.
“D-daddy!!! I’m s-so s-sorry!!”, you screamed, crying hard when he put it back inside of you. “Tch”, he said, massaging your anus, knowing damn well you weren’t sorry at all. Putting the vibrator he held to your clit down, he smacked your pussy, making you scream. “I- I’m ssorryyy!”, you cried, only earning yourself another smack to your puss. “No you’re not”, Sasuke spoke, his voice calm and low, a smirk in his face as he watched you cry and scream. If you would not listen to him he was going to torture you like this. He loved making you suffer like this. “Y-yes yes I am!! I’m so s-sorry d-daddy”, you begged, your blindfold drenched in your tears. He smacked your puss again. You didn’t deserve this. You were a princess and deserved to be pampered with gentle orgasms, not this. “You don’t listen to me sweetheart, you have to be such little brat don’t you? Keep crying brat, we’re not done anytime soon” , he teases you, his harsh words only making you cry ontop of the vibrator he just place right back on your clit.
You cannot take this any longer and even though Sasuke made it crystal clear to you what the safe word was for, you needed it to save yourself right now. Yes the word was only for emergencies, like if he was hurting you, or if you were feeling sick, but you are a brat after all. “Yellow!! Yellow!!”, you screamed, Sasuke immediately put the vibrator in his hand down, pulling the one inside of you out, quickly removing the cuffs around your ankles and wrists. You couldn’t stop crying, you weren’t hurt, you didn’t feel sick, you were just as usual, being a brat, refusing to take your punishment. Sasuke already knew that, he did not in fact believe you actually needed to use it, but the safe word is the safe word. He wasn’t upset with you anymore though, even though you lasted a pathetic amount of time, scooping you up, your hands and legs wrapping around him like a sloth.
He knew you wouldn’t stop crying until he comforted you, saving himself the stress by rubbing your back and walking around the room with you. “Baby, I swear you drive me crazy. Are you okay?”, he asked, planting kisses on your neck and shoulder. You kept yourself hidden by snuggling into his neck. “No”, you answered, Sasuke rolling his eyes, still kissing you and rubbing your back. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, “You’re so mean”, you said, pinching his neck with your teeth, intending to hurt him but that didn’t even make him react. Sitting down on the bed, he grabbed a fistful of your braids, pulling your head back so you could talk to him like that to his face, your eyes avoiding his in embarrassment. You knew he knew this was all an act. And you also knew he would entertain it. You were going for the oscar’s tonight.
Shikamaru
The hardest of them all. You didn’t even intend to get yourself in this situation, you were just really upset with Shikamaru, your arms crossed and a pretty pout on your face the entire car ride home. Reason being that after a long day of shopping, eating delicious food and treats and hanging with your beloved, Shikamaru spanked and edged you in the bathroom because you couldn’t be grateful for everything he did for you today, nagging him to piggy back ride you back to the car. He told you no, you kept on complaining, he took you to the bathroom to help you understand better. Simple.
He let you have an attitude on the way back home, telling himself that he would deal with you when y’all arrive. And that’s why you were crying and begging him for a break, your legs shivering, barely able to keep you standing as he fucked you from the back, bending you over the kitchen counter as soon as the two of you stepped in the house. “Shikaaaaa!!!”, you cried, his dick so deep inside of you, constantly hitting a spot that made you see stars over and over again, giving you relentless orgasms. “Yes baby, you feel so fucking good, I need more”, he groaned, reaching for your neck to pull you upright, slightly crouching to get a better angle, the new change even worse than the previous position, making you gush like a tap, creating a puddle at your feet. You couldn’t take the orgasm, your legs giving out on you, but Shikamaru simply turned you around and lifted you up, turning around to press you against the wall, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders, lining himself with your vagina again. This was torture. You couldn’t do anything but take his fast thrusts as he continued to fuck you against the wall.
“Unicor—uuuuhhhhhhh!!!!!”, you screamed, unable to talk as Shika brought you to another mind shattering orgasm, and you lost all your senses for a hot minute, your body only focusing on enduring the incredible orgasm. By the time you opened your eyes, you were resting against Shikamaru’s chest, the room completely dark, only faintly lit by the full big, bright moon outside. You could smell the faint scent of your bath products on you and Shikamaru, and you began to remember little snippets of what happened. You remembered Shika hugging your limp body as he prepared the shower, you remembered him asking you so many questions, pampering you with kisses and cuddles. He carried you the entire time. You remembered not being able to fully say the safe word.
But Shikamaru knew what you were trying to say and he slowed down before he pulled out, your limp body pressed against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms and legs dangling on either side of him as you whimpered and moaned in his neck. He loved it when you got all soft like this, especially when you were giving him a hard time. Problem solved. Your attitude was dealt with. After giving you a nice shower, he got some snacks from the kitchen and bottles of water, carrying you everywhere he went. Setting all the stuff on the nightstand beside the bed, he lay in it with you still in his arms, kissing your forehead goodnight before he dozed off too.
Naruto
Naruto loves bullying you while he’s fucking you, teasing you everytime you tell him it’s too much for you, or tying up up when you start running from him. So the safe word is really there for you to stop him since he definitely won’t stop no matter how much you kick and push him away.
He’s been toying with your body for the past hour now, having made you cum too many times for either one of you to keep track. Giving you a much needed break from his mouth, he lined himself up with you again, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this go for. He was getting carried away again, scooping you up to sit with you in the lotus flower position, his big hand on your ass to help you ride him, the other on your hip, easily lifting you up and pushing you back down, forcing you take all of him in your least favorite position. This one was always intense for some reason, your finger nails digging into his muscly bicep, your other hand scratching his shoulder as you tried to contain yourself, feeling like you were going to lose your mind if you had to endure another orgasm (Not that you hadn’t already lost it)
“R-ram…ramen”, you whimpered, Naruto summoning all his willpower and Kurama’s to pull out of you, laying you down with your head on a pillow, immediately placing kisses on your face. “Baby, that was amazing, are you okay?”, he asked, hoping to his mom and dad he didn’t hurt you. You couldn’t speak properly in this state, you just needed him to hold you, summoning the strength to weakly hug him, Naruto understood the cue, scooping you and letting you lay ontop of him, rubbing your body until you were breathing normally.
Hearing soft snores from you, he knew you were okay, smiling to thoughts about you.
Shino
You were seriously not feeling good. All day long you had horrible period cramps even though you weren’t even on your period. All you could think about was your bed and Shino. You needed a hot bath and some cuddles or else you’d die, calling him to whine and complain about everything, hanging up and feeling better about things, knowing that he’d be waiting for you to come home.
A warm bubble bath awaited you, Shino standing in the kitchen with a robe and a pair of slippers on. “Hello sweetheart”, he softly spoke, quickly approaching you. Opening his arms to give you a big hug, you decided to jump on him, catching him by surprise, but he quickly placed his hands on your bottom so you didn’t fall. “Baby, you told me you were not feeling well; has that changed?”, he asked in between kisses on your neck. “Noooo!”, you whined, and he wasn’t going say another word, he preferred not to talk to you when you were all moody and sick like this, just actions no words, or else you’d start whining and he wasn’t trying to get into that. He just wanted peace tonight.
Walking over to the bathroom, he sat you on the counter, getting your clothes off for you because you usually asked him to do that, then he took his own robe off, and to your surprise, seeing his well sculpted bare body made you feel things, his dick semi hard from stripping you, but he had such good self control and wasn’t going to ask you for anything since you weren’t feeling well.
Finally, you were both resting inside the tub, the hot water instantly relaxing your muscles as Shino rubbed your tummy. This was heaven, laying here in the tub with your lover. You knew he was all you needed to feel better, sinking further into him, arching your back as you stretched, relaxing again, a now noticeable ache between your legs. You were already feeling better anyhow, taking Shino’s hand and guiding it down to your clit, softly gasping when Shino took the hint, slowly massaging your clit in circles, bringing his other hand in up to separate your folds so he could have more access.
Shino knew your body so well, and he was absolutely amazing at taking you to different heights of pleasure with just his fingers, your fourth orgasm slowly approaching as he buried his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping the digits in and out, your hand gripping his forearm tight, your body slightly turned sideways so you could look at him like he told you too. Your other hand gripped his hair, yanking on it hard enough that he grunted, fingering your faster and harder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lost yourself for a minute or two, still trying to recover from the intensity of it when he repositioned you to sit on your hands and knees, kneeling on one knee behind you, lining himself with your pussy.
Even if his hips moved at a slow and controlled pace, it didn’t take away from how mind numbing his dick was, the 7inch fat cock kissing every spot inside of you, especially the back, as he dove in deep before pulling all the way back, repeating the actions until you were shivering and crying, begging him to get off of you since it was way to much for you to handle. Maybe it was your cycle that affected the intensity of it all, but Shino was not ready to stop. He didn’t get to come and neither did you…at least from his dick that is, only wrapping his arm around you and placing his hand on your neck when you tried to get up, now you really couldn’t run, Shino leaning back a bit to get a better angle, slowly thrusting in and out of you, his other hand reaching around your hips to start massaging your clit, your whole body trembling as your orgasm approached, Shino having to hold you still so you didn’t hurt yourself as you thrashed in his arms, screaming through gritted teeth in attempt to take the overwhelming pleasure.
You finally came for him and that was all he was waiting for, for this orgasm right here, starting to move his hips again, but this time, he moved a little faster, thrusting into you harder, deeper, holding you tight so you wouldn’t run. This is what you asked for.
“S-strawberries!!”, you cried out, Shino’s hips slowing down but he didn’t pull out of you, only wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. “Is everything okay sweetheart?”, he asked, his voice husky in your ear. “Is t-too muuuch!!!”, you whimpered, barely able to get the words out. “Shhh, okay baby, I’m sorry, relax with me”, he said, now pulling out of you, relaxing back down you against his chest. All he wanted to do was hold you like this, showering your teary cheeks with kisses.
Later on at night, around 11pm, you woke up, Shino spooning you from behind, both of you under the covers of your shared bed. You smiled, knowing that Shino took care of you after you fell asleep in the bathtub. Biting your lips to the memories, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together, accidentally grinding back into him, gasping since his dick was still very hard, poking your ass. This would’ve been better inside of you, but you didn’t want to disturb Shino, snuggling back into him to close your eyes and drift off
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Calling Kakashi weak for getting trapped in Zabuza’s water prison is so weird because we see other fights the end with the weaker character winning because of surprise advantages
Zabuza caught Kakashi because Kakashi was focused on protecting his students, not himself
Kimimaru was winning against Lee and even Gaara until his sickness took over, and knowing this was maybe his only opening Gaara took it and ended a battle he may not have won otherwise
Temari used the element of surprise to take down Tayuya and didn’t hesitate to end it before tayuya had an opportunity to register what was going on
Sasuke saved himself from Diedara’s attack which was guaranteed to kill him by summoning Manda and using genjutsu to put him under his command and use him as a meat shield (resulting in manda’s death)
Lee is seen using ‘special pills’ (booze) that Gai gave him in Canon (sasuke retrieval arc) and movie (crescent moon kingdom) because Gai recognized it as an advantage and used it without hesitation to help Lee win
Naruto and Sasuke beat Kaguya because of Kakashi’s plan and Sakura’s power, after countless tries to beat her relying on their own strength alone
The entirety of Anbu exists based on espianage and the element of surprise to take down opponents who are stronger than them (like tenzo being used to take on Hiruzen, who far out classed him on skill, but had Kakashi not informed Hiruzen of the coming attack the plan may have still worked)
The point of being a shinobi is not just being strong. Sometimes even the weaker character can win, or a person can win before their opponent can even get a chance to defend themselves because they make use of weak points and the element of surprise
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Ohhhhhhh 🤩🤩🤩 I think evil Naruto could meet Gaara by saving him during an alt version of the akatsuki attack, sick of Orochimaru and everyone else just using Jinchuriki, he goes on a quest to make a very tense found murder family out of them.
His pitch for joining is basically you can let these freaks kill you or you can come with me and we'll kill them first,
He's sunshine boy, but eclipsed 😈 after the battle he could give Deidara to him as a welcome gift to just do his sand thing to him, or to let Shukaku eat him.
Perhaps our boy even keeps a very familiar but cracked pair of glasses on a string round his neck
The magic words for me here are "jinchuuriki + found family". No matter how broken and resentful for the treatment they get... or even better because of it! To have them all against the nations that saw then as weapons and literally human sacrfices 😖 that's that beautiful irony again
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