#kankuro x y/n

[wing-ed-thing]

Ghost (Gaara x SandNymph!Reader)

Synopsis: Gaara insists that he's been dating you for about a month. Well, Kankuro and Temari haven't seen you once and are convinced you're not even real. Temari is extremely concerned.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags/Warnings: SandNymph!Reader, No Reader Pronouns, Humor, Fluff

Notes: I'm using "nymph" because I thought "sand spirit" or "spirit" would be confused with Shukaku, you know, Gaara's literal "sand spirit."

“A… date…?” Temari was in such disbelief over what she had just heard that she had to repeat it aloud. The lecture she had prepared about scheduling meetings died on her lips. Gaara spared a questioning glance from his paperwork, holding his pen just barely over the pages below. He held his posture completely still as he studied his sister’s expression of disbelief. Her eyebrows shot to her forehead. “You?” she blurted.

He frowned. 

“Is it that hard to believe?” Gaara returned to his work, the previously motionless pen now sailing across the page. Termari opened her mouth before closing it again, at a loss for words, as she studied the schedule nestled in her hands. The slot of time that had been sectioned off still sat there just as it had the last time she stared at it. The location was marked “rooftop.”

The note made Temari quirk her lip in pleasant surprise. She nodded to herself, cocking her head to the side as she stared at the combination of letters. Now that she thought of it, the rooftop of the Kazekage office wasn’t a terrible date location. The time would set Gaara’s date to start around sunset, making for quite the romantic atmosphere she didn’t know he had the capabilities to foresee. 

Temari glanced toward the Kazekage headpiece displayed on the wall behind Gaara’s desk, wondering if the not-so-subtle nod to his position had been intentional when he chose the setting. It was quite the power move. She couldn’t decipher whether it was too intimidating or if her little brother secretly had more charm than he let on. 

“Do you need something from me?” Gaara corralled his paperwork, leveling the pages against his desk. Temari shook her head, physically dismissing her thoughts as she brought the schedule forward to place it in front of him. She stood there and rocked on her heels, always one to make it known when she had an opinion. Gaara let out a quiet sigh and spoke in an even tone. “Yes?”

“Don’t you think the Kazekage office is a bit intimidating?” Temari hummed, glancing off to the side. She pivoted the ball of her foot on the intricately woven carpet below. Gaara’s writing stopped for a second before picking up again. 

“Considering that this is my place of employment— and that I’m the Kazekage— I would hope not.” Gaara quickly dismissed the question, much to Temari’s chagrin. “But I suppose we can afford to purchase a decorative plant or two.” 

“I meant for your date,” Temari protested. An undetectable smirk tugged at Gaara’s cheeks, tarnishing his otherwise unreadable expression. “You knew what I meant.” Gaara blinked as he pivoted in his chair to stand and retrieve a few more pressing documents. Temari perked up instantly, folding her arms as she moved around the large wooden desk. “What’s with that look?” She jabbed a finger at him. 

“I didn’t say anything,” Gaara insisted with a shake of his head. A small crease appeared above his brow. He brushed past his sister, adamant about finishing his clerical work over engaging with her.

“You didn’t say anything, but you were thinking it.” 

“Temari.”

“You put a date on your official calendar and didn’t even tell me about it?” As angry as she sounded, the gleeful inflection that whipped up the end of her sentence betrayed her. She leaned against Gaara’s desk to his left. With another subtle heave of his chest, he slowly met her eye. Her irises glinted. 

“We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time. This is nothing new.” 

“Wait, what?”

“Temari, please. If this is all—” He tapped the schedule with the back of his pen. —“I’d appreciate it if you left me to my work.” 

Temari visibly deflated and left with a huff, knowing ultimately that she had been pushing her luck. She glanced back at her brother one more time before gently closing the office door. It was time to compare notes. 

***

“It’s been maybe two months?” Kankuro took a sip of his tea with a shrug of his shoulders. Temari couldn’t help how her mouth hung open in disbelief. She stepped forward, slamming her palms on the surface of Kankuro’s glorified desk. A few papers went toppling to the floor as he visibly jumped. Liquid spilled over the side of his cup. “Probably longer?”

“You didn’t tell me?”

“I thought you knew!” Kankuro raised his hands in defense, three fingers still wrapped around his beverage. He snuck another sip. “I mean, it’s the same time every week. He puts it in the calendar for fuck’s sake.” Kankuro placed his cup on a few scattered papers in front of him, moving just in time to catch a falling pile of files.

“What do you mean ‘probably’?” Kankuro randomly spread the compilation of work across the desk, all the forms and other important documents blending together in the unorganized mass. He only shrugged, clearly disinterested in the matter at hand. “Kankuro.”

“I dunno!” He shrugged again, but higher this time, sinking in his chair to pout at the clock mounted on the wall. Kankuro had hoped that he could waste the rest of the workday away in peace. The bodyguard to the Kazekage being a clearly redundant position, there was only so much ass Kankuro could kick in the comfort of an office environment. While he certainly performed other tasks, those tasks… could be done another day. “I think he gets stood up half the time anyway.”

Temari tried to instigate a conversation about Gaara’s dating life twice that day, and twice, one of her brothers attempted to get her to drop the subject by inadvertently dropping the juiciest tidbits into the conversation. Suffice it to say, neither time worked in their favor. 

Kankuro tried to turn away from Temari in his swivel chair. She rotated him back. Fury mounted in her eyes. 

“He what?” She towered over him with her 

“I don’t know that for sure,” Kankuro whined, letting his head tilt back onto the back of his chair. He kicked an ankle up onto his opposite knee, cradling it in his lap as he braced himself for Temari’s firestorm. “He just always comes downstairs alone whenever I’ve been here late. But then again—” Kankuro scratched lazily at the back of his head. —“That’s me being here late.”

“Your brother has been dating—”

—“Our brother…?—”

“Your brother has had a more successful dating life than you—”

— “Okay, uncalled for—”

— “And you don’t want to know who it is?” Temari placed her fists on her hips with a puff of her chest. She sighed, walking around him to gaze out the window, watching people trickle in and out of the office building. Only when she had her back turned did Kankuro relax. 

“‘Mari, I know you’re concerned about this, but I honestly don’t think it’s anyone.” 

Temari snapped back around, causing Kankuro to sink back into his chair. She quirked her brow. Her lip twitched downward skeptically.

“What do you mean?”

“You really think he’s actually seeing anyone?” Kankuro stressed, leaning forward. He glanced in the vague direction of Gaara’s office. Temari followed his glance in consideration. “Even if he is the Kazekage, it’s just another degree of separation from being a regular guy.”

“You think he’s making it up?” The two locked eyes simultaneously, both having the same thought but neither wanting to vocalize it. Kankuro averted his eyes guiltily.

“I wouldn’t say he’s making it up…” he trailed off. “He has us, of course. And he has pretty good interactions with most people in, like, a Kazekage kinda way…” Kankuro heaved in a deep breath. “I just think he’s, um… compensating. I’m sure he’ll tell us everything when he’s ready.”

Temari wanted to fight him on his point, but she knew that Kankuro was right.

***

The rooftop housed a small garden. Flowerpots ranging in size lined the east side. A few sturdy stands had made their way upstairs, offering a few neat displays for the pots to sit. one of the older secretaries routinely arrived to work early to maintain his menagerie of drought-hardy plants: a well-kept compilation of cacti, succulents, and desert flowers. Over quite a number of years, the old man managed to turn the dreary, cracked rooftop of the Kazekage building into a rather peaceful space. 

You were already waiting for him when Gaara arrived. The glow of the fiery-colored evening outlined your silhouette, a sunset of painted crimson surrounding you in his sights. You turned as soon as you heard the door.

Gaara stood in the doorway of the stairwell. 

Your simple, traditional robes fluttered slightly in the evening breeze. Particles of sand fell from your fingertips, leaving a rounded puddle beneath around your feet. 

But he didn’t move. Instead, Gaara leaned against the doorframe; the inside knob of the wide-open door sat under his fingertips as he stood enamored with you. You lit up at the sight of him, beckoning him over. Gaara tried to suppress the bashful smile of admiration that slowly crept onto his lips. 

He stepped forward, letting the door close behind him, and stopped short in front of it. Gaara shifted his weight to his back leg. Two neat dimples indented his cheeks as he raised his arms, holding his pointed index fingers and thumbs to make a square shape as he lined you up in his vision with the blazing sunset in the background. 

Gaara squinted one eye. You rolled yours.

“Get over here,” you protested playfully with a droop of your shoulders. Gaara’s lips tightened to form a twisted line as he snickered to himself, jogging forward to embrace you. You pressed your forehead against his.

“Have I ever told you that sunset is my favorite time of day?” Gaara said softly. You kissed the corner of his lips. 

His fingers laced through yours. With a brush of your palm, a few more grains of sand fell to the ground. You chuckled, letting a sentimental smile rest across your mouth, pulling away to lead him to the edge of the rooftop. 

But Gaara stood still, letting the tension of your pull stretch his arm and stop you mid-step. He used your momentum to pull you back into his arms, adding a spin as he did so.

“You must have missed me a lot,” you quipped as you used his leather-clad shoulder to steady yourself. Gaara shrugged with an informality surely unbecoming of a political figure as important as the Kazekage. But the soft gaze that focused back on you held nothing but genuity.

“Every time I looked upon the sand,” he hummed, finally releasing you. You cocked your head to the side, mischief already beginning to cloud your illuminated irises. 

“Every time?” you repeated with a snicker and planted your hands on your hips. “It’s a miracle you can get anything done.” 

You backed up a step, and Gaara followed. A few feet before the edge of the rooftop, you had set up a modest, woven blanket and a spread of simple, traditional foods. The two of you sat, perfectly shrouded from prying eyes by the tall cacti that grew around you. 

“Bold of you to assume anything ever gets done with all these new global alliances.” Gaara’s forehead creased with amusement as he poured the tea for both of you. You began to fix the plates. “This is a government building, after all.”

“Oh, so the Kazekage has jokes. Does Baki know? I’m sure he would be thrilled to hear you say that.” 

“I can’t say he does.”

Gaara set your tea down in front of you. The sun had lowered enough so that you could see each other clearly in the indirect light. The sky cast a golden color over the desert, and the fading beams trickled through the desert flowers that surrounded you. 

“Well, I’m glad you found some time to take a break.”

“I always have time for you.”

***

The sun had set by the time Temari finally left the office. Bright moonlight lit up the roads as she began her trek home after a long day of running papers. Homes were lit with warm lantern light, laying the path before her. Kankuro already left hours ago. 

She strode through the street. A few people milled about around her, also commuting home from work or closing up small market stalls. In a moment overtaken by thought, Temari stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to turn back toward the office building. 

The outdoor lights had been lit. She searched for Gaara’s office window, only to find it dark. Perhaps he went home at the same time Kankuro had. Given the week they’ve had, Gaara deserved some well-needed rest, Temari decided. But two figures caught her eye just as she was about to turn her back to continue her walk. 

Obscured by the tall plants on the rooftop, Temari could have easily missed them if she had been looking from any other angle. She looked to her left, then right, scanning the street for people before she stepped forward, squinting to get a better look. Temari hadn’t forgotten about Gaara’s date for a second, but she hadn’t expected it to go so late into the evening. And while she happened to see you and Gaara saying your goodbyes, she might as well see who’s dating her little brother.

But as soon as Temari began to look closer, you disappeared into a swirl of sand, and the grains blew into the breeze. 

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I prefer to avoid gendering readers in my work. Originally I was wondering how to talk about you in third person without having to pick a set of pronouns, but the dialogue wrote smoother than I originally even thought! It's very possible to write reader inserts without mentioning any specific third-person pronouns, it just requires some creativity, flexibility, and thought— I stand by this!

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[mortyvongola2-0]

Quickie

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, dirty talk, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, panty stealing, quickie in a closet, big boi Gaara, strong language (Gaara gets to curse~ yay~)

A/N: Its about damn time I wrote something for my man. Also have I ever mentioned how much I love @therantingfangirl? Because I do, she even makes time to proofread little pieces like this for me~

Read it on AO3

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth falling open and your head falling back. There was a loud thunk as the back of your head met the wall. “Ahh,” you groaned, both pain and pleasure coursing through you.

“Shh,” your lover hushed, a strained smirk on his lips. “You’re going to get us caught.”

“S-sorry.” Your grip on the back of his neck tightened, moving your hips in attempts to take in more of his swollen length. The stretch burned, a lack of preparation causing a majority of your struggle, but it just further spurred you on.

“Fuck.” The gravel of his voice made you shiver. “Too tight,” he grunted, his hands moving to hold your legs further apart while remaining wrapped around his waist. The soft texture of his sand held you against the wall, preventing you from hitting your head again. “Relax.”

Nodding wordlessly, you tried to relax your muscles but the more he sunk into you the more your walls fluttered around him. He felt like the perfect limbo, the familiar stretch and length a pleasure while the rushed entrance was a torture. His breathing hitched as he finally bottomed out, he paused to allow you both a moment to adjust.

It wasn’t like you weren’t wet, you most certainly were. Everything about him turned you on. The seafoam green of his eyes, the bright red of his hair, the commanding mannerisms of a Kazekage, your favorite was that voice. So deep, so rugged, and it only got better with the weight of pleasure on his tongue. You wished he would talk more.

“I thought we were supposed to be quick.” You were panting and once you were readjusted to his large size, you bucked your hips into his. He grunted, nodded his head, and began to move his hips with yours. The more he thrust into you the wetter you became, until you could feel your arousal ease his every move. “Mmm, Gaara.”

“Not so loud,” he repeated, his breathing just as labored. “They’ll be in the next room for the meeting any minute.”

His hand reached down and began searching for your clit, his slippery fingers briefly touched your widened entrance and you gasped. The redhead shivered at the sound, his thrusts beginning to increase in speed. When his fingers found that bundle of nerves his sand moved to cover your mouth to muffle your cries. The tightening in your abdomen told you that you were approaching your peak, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to stay in this broom closet, connected to the one you loved, taking pleasure in each other’s bodies, even if only a little bit longer. You locked your legs around his hips, preventing him from pulling out. An almost inaudible growl rumbled from his throat, his grip became bruising, and his hips smacked into yours with abandon. He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration and you wanted to remove the sand to kiss him, to swallow his delicious grunts and groans.

He paused and you let out a whine, but you couldn’t help but freeze when you heard the doorknob begin to turn. You looked at him with wide eyes, his sand quickly shuffling over to lock the door and push against it incase the person had a key. As you impatiently waited for the person to leave, his fingers began to circle your clit once again. Another muffled moan tore through you.

The Kazekage was no longer looking at you, he continued to watch the doorknob jiggle as he played with your throbbing bud. It was an intense feeling; the mixture of anxiety from possibly being caught, his deft fingers changing direction, his cock throbbing as it waited impatiently inside you. Your fingernails dug into his clothed shoulders and your body trembled as you came, quiet whines leaving you. His eyes squeezed shut, your spasming walls causing him to lose concentration and let out a shaky breath.

“Guess I’ll need to get the keys,” came the muffled voice of the disgruntled janitor. Your heart was thrumming too loudly in your ears for you to hear his footsteps as he left, but as soon as the Kazekage was sure he was gone he moved his molten orbs back to you.

“You’re so filthy,” he grunted, his hips resuming their brutal pace. You were oversensitive and the resumed friction made your toes curl. “Cumming with someone else in earshot.”

His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm, his sack smacked against your ass loudly. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving. His sand left your mouth and you leaned forward almost immediately. You buried your head in his neck and began mouthing at the covered skin, wishing you could tear through it and leave your marks on his pale skin. “Are you going to cum again?”

You nodded as well as you could. The redhead’s lips began to pepper your exposed neck with sloppy kisses of his own. You were so close, for the second time. To further chase that high, you began to grind against him messily. The changing angles made him scrape against that spongy part inside of you with every drag out. “G-Gaara,” you warned.

“Me to-oo,” he stuttered, his hips almost erratic. The sand at your back began to shift, trembling with the one who commanded it. The grip he had on your hips became painful and his teeth dug into your skin, marking you in the way you wanted to mark him. His arms shook as he moved to whisper in your ear. “Cum.”

How could you disobey a command like that?

Your eyes rolled back; his tip pressed against your cervix like it belonged there. A loud mewl began to leave your lips and he quickly covered them with his own. His hips stuttered and you felt the telltale warmth of his spend as your walls massaged it out of him. You licked his lips, desperately seeking his tongue to try and ground yourself. He continued to twitch inside of you, spurt after spurt making you feel full, and he groaned into your mouth as your tongues met.

He removed his fingers from your sex and brought that same shaky hand up to cup your cheek. Your head tilted and you licked the roof of his mouth. After a few more seconds, he began to soften and pulled out of you slowly. A shiver ran through you at the feeling of his semen leaking out and onto your thighs. The Kazakage lowered you to the ground gently, his breathing still rapid. You clutched his shoulders, your legs not quite ready to stand.

“Sorry,” he began, adjusting his clothes and putting himself away. A shame, you thought. Gaara placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Are you alright?”

“I’m more than alright.” You smirked. He smiled. His gentle hands began to help you fix your clothing, his sperm drying against your thighs. He gave you a hesitant look as he placed your panties in his robes, you snickered.

Once you were able to walk again the two of you went to the door. Gaara leaned down and placed a loving kiss against your swollen lips. “I may be a bit late today.”

“And I’ll be waiting,” you teased.

He opened the door, and you poked your head out, looking to the right before looking to the left. You didn’t see anyone, so you both began to step out of the closet before you heard someone clear their throat. You flushed in embarrassment while Gaara sighed, his older brother was leaning against the wall hidden by the door. “Did you guys have a good time?”

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[nightingaleflow]

Hey! Could you do a Gaara x fem reader where he is in love with her but he is extremely scared about hurting her especially with the way he used to be in the past and midst this turmoil his brother out of anger gives him the push he needs and says to him : ❝  if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love,  you’re never gonna be with them.  and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.  ❞

I saw this on your prompt list😊

Yep, here you go, little nonnie. <3 Hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Insecurity, mild language

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Working on Yourself

You had crept up on Gaara over time. You were a jonin, so at first you only saw Gaara when receiving or debriefing from missions. You kept things professional, of course, but you always tried to say something nice to Gaara, even if it was just a “I hope you have a wonderful day, Kazekage-sama.” He appreciated your comments, and always reciprocated your kindness by asking after you.

The two of you kept things general at first, but at one point, you mentioned how proud you were of your students for coming so far with their taijutsu, since taijutsu was your speciality.

Gaara looked up at you. “You are a taijutsu specialist?”

You nodded, studying him curiously. “Is that significant?”

“Perhaps,” Gaara said. “I have been looking for a new taijutsu coach since my previous one was stationed in the northern territories. Would you be interested in the opportunity?”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

Gaara led you down to the bottom floor of the Kazekage Tower, where a private training field was hidden away. Once the doors closed, you engaged him in a spar. You weren’t fighting full force, you just wanted to test and see where his skills were. You could easily see he’d been trained due to his stances and how he reacted to certain moves, but there were still gaps in his stance and reaction times that needed work.

You started meeting three times a week to work on Gaara’s taijutsu. He was the best student you’d ever had. He was very attentive and a fast learner, taking your corrections without an ounce of resentment or disrespect.

Your sessions started to grow slightly longer. First five minutes, then ten minutes, then a half hour. Your conversations shifted from purely professional to more friendly, and when the two of you finally ended things for the day, Gaara always felt gloomy when he had to return to his office.

As the weeks went on, Gaara started to notice more about you. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed. The way your eyebrows pinched when he made a mistake, and the way they relaxed again once he fixed it. The sincerity in your voice when you talked to him, and the way you gave him your full attention while he spoke.

He realized that he valued your company - more than that of a ninja, but as someone precious.

And he didn’t know what to do about that.

The only people who were truly close to him were his siblings and Baki. His friends were far away and busy with their own lives, and his family were, well, family. You were the first in so long he wanted to spend time with. You were the first at all that he wanted to hold close.

But did he really deserve such a thing, he asked himself. He’d spent more than a decade trying to atone for the sins of his past, and still felt like he would never fully cleanse his soul. He’d done so much wrong by so many people. He still had so much more work to do. Things like love were out of his reach.

And yet, it didn’t stop him from cherishing the time he spent with you.

It didn’t stop his face from lighting up whenever you entered his office.

It didn’t stop him from wishing that when you corrected his stance with gentle touches that your hands would linger just a bit longer.

He wanted you so badly it burned, but he didn’t feel like he deserved you. To say he was lost was an understatement.

One day, Kankuro dropped in for a chat. Since it was almost time for you to appear, Gaara barely paid attention to his brother, glancing at the door between sentences.

Kankuro was suspicious of his behavior, but he clearly understood once you walked through the door and Gaara’s whole demeanor changed.

You spent a minute saying hello to Kankuro, catching up from when you’d been paired on a mission a while back. The whole time you talked, Gaara couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Kankuro watched you two with a fond smile, then asked if he could steal his brother for another minute before you started.

You agreed and told Gaara you’d meet him at the training field when he was ready.

Once you left, Kankuro raised an eyebrow at Gaara. “I see you two are getting along.”

“Of course, we’re friends, and she’s an excellent taijutsu coach.”

Kankuro scoffed. “I’m not blind, Gaara. Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“Then you’re mistaken.”

Kankuro folded his arms. “Am I? So if I went downstairs right now and asked her on a date, you’d be ok with it?”

White hot rage shot through Gaara as he shot out of his chair.

Kankuro snorted. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You can relax, I’m not interested in her like that.”

Gaara bowed his head. “Forgive me, Kankuro. I didn’t mean to act so rashly.”

Kankuro sighed. “I forgive you, but I still don’t see why you’re hemming and hawing about her. Just go ask her out. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“No,” Gaara said. “I have a long way to go before I’m worthy of being anything to her.”

“Gaara, you know that’s bullshit, right?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Look, I know you’re all about working on yourself and atoning for your past and all that, and that’s a noble cause. But if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love, you’re never gonna be with them. And they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.”

Gaara closed his eyes. “But…what if I hurt her?”

Kankuro’s gaze softened. “Is that what this is really about?”

Gaara nodded.

“Answer me this, Gaara. Do you respect her?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then you should tell her. Let her decide what she wants to do instead of making the decision for her.”

“…You’re right,” Gaara said. “When did you get so wise, Kankuro?”

Kankuro grinned. “I am your big brother, it comes with the territory.”

Gaara rolled his eyes, then excused himself and descended to the training field. He saw you going through your warmup, stretching your shoulders and legs.

He felt a bead of sweat roll down his face that had nothing to do with the desert heat.

“There you are,” you said, smiling at him. “I was starting to worry.”

“Forgive me,” Gaara said.

You waved your hand. “Are you ready to get started?”

Gaara smiled. “Actually, before we begin, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

~

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[CYOA - NSFW] "Beach Body"- Gaara x Fem Reader

Author's note: Only thing I have to say is that the fluff is a feature, not a bug. Please let me know if you like this one (or if you want me to produce more). You can also read on Ao3

How to Read:

Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) puts you, the reader, in charge of your own destiny! 

This fic is broken down into “Chapters” that need to be read for the story to make sense. At the end of each of these Chapters you get to decide where the story goes by choosing from a set of “Options”. Select your Option then scroll down to its matching header for your unique experience. Once you are finished reading your Option, continue on to the next Chapter. Repeat this process until you’re finished!

CYOA is a fun, interactive way to experience fan fiction! Read the fic once while choosing options that are right for you, or re-read it over and over again to experience all the details…The choice is yours…Enjoy! Y/N = Your Name

Summary:

Gaara x (fem) reader. 

As Kazekage, Gaara works long, hard, hours for the sake of his village. Although his uptight, workaholic, attitude has helped to improve his reputation, it has offered little time to sit back, relax and enjoy the sunny - or hotter - side of life. Now with his 22nd birthday coming up, his brother and sister have generously given him an all-inclusive beach vacation at a private resort. Little does Gaara know that his real birthday gift is his long term crush - you! - and your fantastic beach body.

Are you going to show him what it really means by all-inclusive, or will you tease the poor man while he’s trying to enjoy this rare opportunity for leisure? 

Chapter #1 - Arriving at The Beach

“Maybe this was going to be more enjoyable than expected.”

Gaara stood on the boardwalk, looking down at the perfectly soft white sand of the beach, the sun warm and welcoming overhead in the cloudless sky. He had to admit, he hadn’t been expecting to be gifted - or forced - to go to the beach for his birthday, and he had been a little reluctant at first. 

“Come on, Gaara, we already booked the resort! All expenses and fun paid for,” Kankuro had said in his conjuling tone just one week prior. He was standing next to the Kazekage’s desk, brandishing a brochure that highlighted all of the resort's best features. “You haven’t done anything for the first twenty-one birthdays, let’s make this one the exception, okay?”

Gaara let out a sigh, “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know if I can be away from the village for that long -”

Suddenly the door to the office opened with a clank and Temari stepped in with a stack of business papers. “Gaara, the council is wai-” She announced, stopping dead in her tracks as both of her brothers looked up at her. Temari’s eyes narrowed at the brochure Kankuro had clutched in his hand; a look of annoyance taking hold of her face.

“Are you idiots seriously still debating this?!” She roared abruptly and forcefully, and thus setting the record firmly straight. They were going to the resort.

Now Gaara could feel the gentle breeze through his gorgeous red hair, and all his reluctance began to melt away in the sun’s warm rays. 

“Where do you think we should set up our stuff?” 

Gaara turned around to see you next to him, a folding chair under your arm and a smile across your pretty face. He had been very surprised when he first saw you standing with your luggage at the train station, and even more surprised still when Temari had sauntered up to you, greeting you with a big hug. Gaara had watched as the two of you grinned at each other, a mischievous look that only those who were thick as thieves could share with each other.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Temari had said back to him at the station, one arm wrapped around her old friend’s shoulder, “Y/N, is coming along for the trip…Hopefully the two of you get along.”

Now Gaara had you standing next to him, watching him expectantly. You were wearing a swimsuit coverup, a beautiful purple robe that flowed perfectly from your body’s best features. It was modest but still left just enough room to titillate the imagination; a fact that Gaara tried to push out of his mind. He had always been a little nervous around you because of the years-long crush he had developed, and he didn’t need any embarrassing run-ins while he was trying to relax. 

“Let’s try over there,” Gaara pointed to a spot that was the perfect distance away from the changing tents.

“Okay,” You said, turning your face upwards so that he could see your smile from under the brim of your stylishly large and feminine sunhat. “Let’s go.”

Gaara offered to carry your belongings for you, but you objected at first. It didn’t seem like any of what you had brought was all too heavy, and the spot he had picked was only a few meters away; however, Gaara felt compelled to impress you in the best way he knew how: By offering to do some work.

“Thank you,” You said softly after Gaara had finished setting up your spot on the soft sand.

Gaara’s siblings had already begun to unwind. Kankuro wasted no time in wading into the water while Temari, who had brought Shikamaru with her, had already set up under her umbrella and was chatting quietly to her partner.

Gaara watched as you, too, took a seat under your umbrella where he had laid a large blanket.

“Come sit with me,” you invited, patting a spot next to you. 

Gaara felt nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he didn’t object. He took a seat next to you, just close enough so that if you wanted, you could touch your thigh to his.

“What would you like to do first?” He asked as he scanned the beach; groups of people were sprinkled here and there across the shore, but the beach was sparsely enough populated to give each party the privacy and space to relax.

“Actually,” you said, as Gaara watched you reach into your beach bag for a bottle of sun lotion. “I thought I might relax here for a bit before I get carried away in the sun.”

You snapped open the cap of the bottle, the fresh fragrance swirling between the two of you. You looked up into his eyes, the bright sunlight was softened in the shade of the umbrella. 

He smiled at you, having no idea what thought had just popped into your mind: 

Options (#1): Sun Lotion 

A- You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla).

B - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).

C- Sigh, if you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done! (Kinkier). 

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#1) - You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla)

“Would you mind holding this for me?” You asked, handing him the bottle of lotion. 

“Sure,” he said, taking it from you as you moved to face him.

You weren’t sure why you felt so mischievous all of a sudden. Perhaps it was in the way he looked at you, or maybe it was how he had buttered you up earlier that day in his own small ways, bringing you coffee that morning back at the hotel, offering to help you unpack your things; he even suggested that he join you for some of the resort activities you were interested in trying.

Everything he did recently made you feel wanted, desired, like he was truly trying to worship you, as innocent as his actions may have been. Surely you could reward him with just a little bit of flirtation, or maybe even a discrete little show? 

The idea of teasing him made your giddy heart beat faster as you tossed your hat to the side and reached for the belt of your coverup. Slowly, you undid the knot, letting the smooth fabric of your robe slide down your shoulder, revealing a seafoam green bikini underneath. 

Gaara’s eyes widened at the sudden exposure and he turned his head away slightly, a redness forming on his cheeks, but you weren’t letting him get away that easily. 

“Do you think this colour looks good on me?” You said, feigning innocence. Gaara glanced back at you, his blush becoming a deeper red. Now that you had his attention, you weren’t going to go easy on him. With a hand you caressed your collarbone, stopping just above your breast before hooking a finger around the soft spandex strap.

“It’s new,” You said, looking up at him with a suggestive smile. 

“I…I see,” Gaara coughed. You caught him following the motion of your hand, his gaze lingering a second too long on your breasts before he shifted around anxiously, his arm moving to cover his lap. “It looks…You look good.” He offered. 

You gave him a soft laugh, but were disappointed once again that he was shying away from your body. You felt perhaps it was time the two of you got a little closer, and you had the perfect excuse for it. 

“Oh, how did the lotion end up all the way over there?” You asked with a laugh. “Let me get it.” 

In his ruffled state, Gaara had set the bottle of lotion down opposite of you where it now rested beside his thigh. Before he could respond, you leaned over him, gently twisting and arching your back so that he could get a direct view of your chest. Now he couldn’t help but have you center stage, and you lingered there a moment longer than necessary to really drive the point home.

“Oh, alright…” He said, his voice so feeble it could have been carried off by the ocean breeze. He was watching the curves of your body now, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to touch you, though he was far too polite for that.

When you retrieved the lotion you returned to your spot, but made sure to face him now. Squirting some of the lotion in your hand, you began slowly rubbing it up and down your arm while sneaking glances up at him.

He seemed to have regained some of his composure, attentively watching your methodical movements as you worked the lotion into your soft skin. His eyes met yours and you could see a flame in them that was growing hotter with his desire.  

A sudden wave of bashfulness washed over you as if the strong current of the ocean had carried you off. It was all fun being able to play with him - cute even - but it was different now that he was looking at you with an expression so unmistakably lustful and passionate. You thought maybe he would lean into you, and kiss you right then and there, but he didn’t. 

Instead he leaned forward, reaching for the lotion. You could see now the bulge in his pants as his erection pressed against the fabric, and excitement filled your stomach.

“I’ll get your back for you,” he said, his voice was deep, raspy and sexy. He moved behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder and began to caress you. He leaned closer until you could feel his soft breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver up your spin. You were sitting between his legs now, and you pushed backwards to feel the hardness of his bulge, yearning for it to be pressed even tighter against you.

Affectionately, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. He leaned forward, his voice so intimately close to your ear that goosebumps formed on your arms. 

“Here,” he whispered, “How does this feel?”  

B (#1) - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).

“You know, I always have the hardest time reaching my back. Would you mind giving me a little hand?” You asked, pointed the bottle of lotion at Gaara. 

"I…" Gaara paused, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed red. "I can…if that's what you want." Reservedly, he took the lotion, positioning himself behind you so that you were sitting between his legs.

After tossing your sunhat to the side, you reached for the knot of your coverup to let the soft fabric slide down your shoulders, revealing your seafoam green bikini underneath. You couldn’t see his face, but he was close enough so that you could hear his breath, deep and soft, in your ear. Brushing your hair to one shoulder, you tilted your head to expose the soft skin of your neck.  

He began to work. The sudden sensation of his touch paired with the coldness of the lotion on your warm skin made you shiver in a very good way and goosebumps formed on your arms. You leaned back into him, relishing how soft his touch was, yet fantasizing about how firm he could be. 

“Mmm, that feels good,” You moaned, your tone a little more erotic than you intended.

Gaara didn’t answer, but you could feel his breath now on your neck as he leaned a little bit closer - so close that he could kiss you, if only he had the guts.

“You know what I really like?” You asked without turning around. 

“No…What?” 

“I really like when a guy squeezes my shoulder. You should try it.”

“Oh!” Gaara exclaimed. He sounded mildly surprised, but he didn’t disappoint you. “Like this?” You felt his strong fingers press against your shoulder blade, massaging your muscles.

“Yes, just like that.” Your moan was barely more than a whisper, and almost without realizing what you were doing, you moved backwards so that you could feel your body against his; his erection pressing against you, thrilling you and making your heart pound fast. 

Gaara continued to rub your shoulder, his fingers gliding smoothly across your skin with the help of the lotion. It made you yearn for an even deeper connection. 

“You know what else I really like?” You asked. 

“What?” Gaara’s voice was so close now that it was driving you crazy.

“I really love it when a guy kisses my neck,” you whispered. 

“Oh,” Gaara whispered back, “Like this?”

You felt his lips touch softly against the side of your neck, and you threw your head back so that he could do it again and again. His kisses felt so good that you wished he would never stop.

With the two of you still embracing, you reached for his hand to bring it up to your breast, and you forced him to take hold of your body. His touch was harder now, harder than he had been massaging you, as he squeezed your breast. You moaned again as the sensations washed over you - the persistence of his kisses on your neck, his soft red hair against your face, the wetness between your legs. You could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest, his erection grinding hard against you as he let out a gruff moan. 

Suddenly, and much to your dismay, Gaara pulled away. He turned his face away from your neck, putting his head on your shoulder. He even moved his hand away from your breast. He pulled you in for a hug and rested there, so still that you could almost hear the beating of your own heart. 

Your excitement cooled from a boil to a simmer, and you suddenly felt confused. “Why did you stop?” You pouted. 

“I think that we should…maybe continue this later in private,” He said. There was something in his voice that you couldn’t read and you turned to look at him.

His cheeks were as red as his hair, and his expression sheepish as he continued to embrace you. When he looked up, your eyes met and you began to realize what may have happened.

“What? Were you getting a little bit too excited?” You asked with a naughty smile. 

Somehow, Gaara’s blush got even redder. “No, it was just…Well, maybe it was something like that.”         

C (#1) - If you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done (Kinkier). 

“Could you give me a little hand?” You asked, offering the bottle to him. The pointedness of your question coupled with your salacious smile made him flustered, and a splash of red spread across his cheeks.

“Oh, I don’t know…I don’t think I’d do it right. I’d hate for you to get burnt because of me.” Gaara explained as he desperately tried to steer himself out of the whirlwind of temptation you put him in.

He wasn’t usually this unsteady with his responses, and realizing the influence you had on him made you feel a little powerful - a little sexy. 

“That’s really not the response I was looking for,” you said, rolling over to sit on your knees and handing him the bottle of lotion. He reached for it slowly, looking intently up at you as you gazed deeply into his eyes. “See, I know that it sounded like I was asking you, but I was really actually telling you.”

“Oh, o-okay,” Gaara stammered, marveling at you as you tossed aside your sun hat with a smooth motion, and releasing the belt on your coverup. He watched the robe as it slid from you, past your shoulders, to the curve of your hips and then to the ground; he took his time on the way up, savoring how the tight seafoam green bathing suit hugged the shape of your body, how the bikini exposed so much of your soft skin. His eyes met yours.

“Where should I begin?” He asked.

“Start on my lower half,” you instructed as you sat back down on the blanket, placing your arms behind you so that you could push your chest forward. You loved how his eyes were drawn to the parts of your body you were presenting him, even though you could tell he was feeling shy. Typical Gaara, he was never impolite, even when you wanted him to be. 

You lifted one leg, your foot flexed, pointing towards the ocean and Gaara carefully made his way down to cradle it on his lap. You watched with great interest and delight as he clumsily squirted some lotion into his hand, and began massaging it into the smooth skin of your leg. 

You relished how strong his hands felt, but also how gentle he was being with you in his touch. He made sure to work in the lotion, taking his time to ensure there was an even layer over your delicate complexion, but that wasn’t good enough for you. 

“Okay, now do this part,” You instructed, turning your leg slightly sideways so that he could work on the underside; however, your real intentions were the placement of your foot. Your toes were just inches away from reaching your goal, and with a slight readjustment they came to rest over his groin. 

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, acting none the wiser as he began to squirm under the gentle touch of your foot. 

Flexing your toes, you could feel his erection growing stiffer as you rocked your foot back and forth. Gaara let out a small gasp and grabbed you firmly by the foot - yet not too firmly, you noticed.

“Y/N,” Gaara said quietly, his fingers were pressing hard into your foot and he readjusted under you. Suddenly, on impulse, he lifted your foot up to his mouth and began to suck on your toes. This surprised you, and you let out a little yelp, which seemed to startle him back to reality.

“Um…Maybe we can do the other leg now,” he mumbled, gently lowering your leg. 

“Why?” You asked with a pout, your heart beating with giddiness at how easy he lost control to his urges. You tried pretending to be puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s -” Gaara looked down at your foot, squeezing it tightly for a moment before releasing. “No, it’s nothing.”

You cocked your head to the side and beckoned him to come closer. You wanted him so bad, and now you wanted to punish him for ruining your fun. 

Obediently he leaned forward, and you took his hand in yours, guiding it to rest on your chest. 

“Fine, if you’re done with my legs, you can start on my chest, just make sure you get here…and here.” You used his hand to demonstrate where you were talking about, starting with your collarbone, then to the middle of your chest, and finally…

“Y/N…” Gaara said again, as you slipped his hand under your bikini top. You could feel how his fingers were brushing up against your nipple and you wished he’d take it between his fingertips and squeeze. The idea even made you wet.

 Instead, however, he did something you didn’t expect.

He pulled his hand away, removing it from your top. With a smooth motion, he used his other hand to grab you by the wrist, pulling you in closer to him until your faces were just inches from each other. 

“I want you,” He said, gazing so intently and passionately into your eyes that your stomach was doing summersaults along with your heart. “But let’s not do this here.”

Then, he pulled you even further, your lips colliding with his in the most impassioned kiss you had ever experienced.  

Chapter #2 - The Changing Tents

The lotion was soon forgotten as Gaara broke away from you. He gazed at you, and you gaze at him intently, passionately, hotly. There was something about the humid heat of the day that was making the air feel heavy, or maybe it was the manifestation of sexual tension that was growing stronger and stronger between the two of you.

Whatever was currently happening to the atmosphere, Gaara couldn’t ignore it anymore, nor could he continue to discreetly handle the persistent tightness of his pants as you looked at him with such a hungry look in your eyes.

“You are very very beautiful,” Gaara said after a long pause, reaching up to brush a lock of your soft hair behind your ear. “Maybe we should go for a swim…I’d have to change first.” He glanced behind him to where the changing tents were.

That day, he hadn’t really had any intentions of swimming in the ocean, or staying on the beach for very long. He thought it would be polite for him to make a quick appearance before slipping away, perhaps to get started on drafting a new building permit proposal, as Suna desperately needed a new well dug. He had been so fixated on this idea, that he didn’t bother to come to the beach in a bathing suit, just his regular old clothes. 

He had, of course, anticipated that his siblings may meddle with this plan, so he had brought swimming shorts to cover all his bases. It was an outcome he was hoping he didn’t have to come to, but that mentality was laid by the wayside now that you were looking at him with that spark in your eyes. Now his responsibilities as Kazekage were the furthest they could possibly be from the forefront of his mind, and he honestly looked forward to spending more time with you. He was even starting to suspect he was desperate for it.

It was just his good fortune that his inability to relax had offered him a perfect opportunity to clear his head of the very intense thoughts that he was having about you and your body, as he could slip off to the changing tents, recoup, and come back to you without having to worry about this nagging sensation in his groin. Plus, Gaara thought that a dip in the ocean might help to alleviate the heat that had built between the two of you.

“I was wondering why you didn’t just come in your bathing suit,” you said to him, teasingly. “You were planning on sneaking off to do some work, weren’t you?” 

“No…” Gaara lied, and you looked at him incredulously. 

“I bet you weren’t expecting us to have so much fun. Was it me who changed your mind?”

Gaara tensed as you suddenly reached over to rub his thigh, your fingers resting dangerously close to his swollen groin. 

“Well, I had always intended to spend some time with you…And Temari…And Kankur-” Gaara trailed off as he became more flustered, wild ideas spinning around his head as your touch inched closer and closer, and he shuffled around nervously, his erection pushing even harder against the fly of his pants. 

“Alright, I believe you,” You said, though your smirk said otherwise.You leaned back to play with the strap of your bikini, a gesture that drove Gaara crazy. “If you’re going to get changed, maybe I’ll come with you. I would love to grab a drink at the bar before we go for a dip.”

Gaara nodded and got to his feet, extending an arm to help you to yours, and together you walked over to the changing tents.

Well, they weren’t so much tents as they were temporary shacks, with two smaller rooms donning fabric curtains, and a larger stall with a wooden door. Gaara looked back at you and noticed a glint in your eye. 

He wondered what it was you were thinking about: 

Options (#2): Gaara's Bathing Suit 

A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).

B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).

C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier). 

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).

 “I’ll wait for you here, to keep a lookout,” you said with a wink.

Gaara paused for a moment to smile at you before he entered one of the stalls, pulling the curtain closed behind him. 

You had intended to be good, to keep a lookout as you had promised, but as your mind began to wander and you began to fidget, you noticed something too alluring to be ignored.

The curtain rings had caught on the rusted bar of the changing room so that you could just see movement behind the fabric. Of course, from where you were standing out in the sun, you couldn’t see much in the way of what was actually going on in there, but what if you just happened to move into the shade a little bit more?

You stepped forward, inching towards the room Gaara had gone into. You turned your back to the change rooms, not wanting to be revealed as a peeping Tom, but now you were at a vantage point where you could see him undressing.

You watched in delight as he seemed to take his time, raising a hand to mess with his stunning red hair. He seemed so casual about it, so collected; meanwhile you were stuck at the edge of your seat, wanting him to take it further.

If only he knew how many butterflies were fluttering around your stomach at the thought of him stripping. 

Starting from the button of his shirt collar, Gaara began to remove his shirt in a steady motion, neatly placing it on the bench beside him. You could see the toned, muscular shape of his shoulder blades - strong from years of carrying around his gourd - and you nearly drooled at the sight of his arms; how strong they looked, how you could see the small traces of veins running beneath his soft skin. They were the type of arms that could pick you up and twist you into all kinds of shapes holding you there with minimum effort.

You craned your neck, trying to get a better view of his front half. Was he intentionally teasing you? Did he know you were watching him?

Thoughts were spinning around your head, and you made a sudden startled peep, surprising yourself. Instinctively, you clapped a hand over your mouth as if you were physically trying to withdraw the noise from the world. Your whole body froze. 

Gaara had heard you. He turned around to look over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with you.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You floundered, trying desperately to think of an excuse, but your mind was tumbling away from you like a ball down a hill.

Gaara had paused, looking at you in an appraising, almost curious way. He turned to face you fully.

You could see now how low his pants were sitting on his hips, and the tufts of red hair poking up from his waistline. It was all so thrilling. 

“Did you need something?” Gaara asked, though his tone wasn’t rude. In fact, you could’ve swore you heard a slight welcoming inclination in the way he pronounced the word “something”.

“I was just trying to stand in the shade,” you explained quickly. “Then I realized your curtain wasn’t drawn all the way…I meant to tell you about it, but…” You trailed off as Gaara looked from you to the curtain and back again.

“I see,” he said and you could see there was a small, shy smirk on his face. “Thank you.”

You lilted a few more words before your brain could catch up to you. “I didn’t mean to watch you changing, it’s just that, well…”

“Well…?” He invited.

“I guess I just got a little lost in the moment.”

Gaara reached outside the room and took you gently by the hand, pulling you in towards him; this time he made sure to close the curtain all the way. Pressing his body against you, he held you tightly and whispered in your ear.

“It’s okay.”

In that moment, your knees felt weak as your heart soared higher and a rush of excitement made your cheeks flush. Before you knew it, your lips had connected and he had you gently pushed up against the wall of the stall, leaving your hands to explore his back.

“You are so hot,” you said to him between kisses. “I just want to touch you all over.”

Gaara’s response was to cradle the back of your head and pull you in for a kiss so strong and deep you thought you were seeing stars. 

“I’m going to suck your dick,” you whispered into his ear, running your fingers through his soft hair. You hadn't intended to offer such a gesture - yet - but now you just could resist. 

Gaara thought for a moment and you could see by the way he was glancing at the curtain that he was worried about getting caught. You immediately intervened, intercepting his thoughts before he could deny you the privilege. 

You quickly unfastened the button of his pants, sinking down to your knees to face your prize. You could see that he was hard again, and the sight of his bulge beneath his underwear turned you on in a very powerful way.

You pulled down the fabric, exposing his long, girthy member. You weren’t expecting it to be as large as it was, and this fact flustered you for a moment. 

Gaara must have picked up on your hesitancy and he backed away, reaching down to touch your cheek. 

“You don’t have to-” 

“I want to.” You asserted, your eyes blazing up at him, lit by pure lust and passion. 

Without hesitating further, you took his penis in your hand, moving up the shaft. You watched with interest and curiosity how his foreskin slid back and forth on the tip of his penis, wondering how good of a sensation it was for him.

His moan told you all you needed to know, and you leaned forward to take it into your mouth. 

“Is this stall occupied?” A voice called from somewhere outside the changing tents, sending both you and Gaara into a scramble.

Gaara pulled you up from the floor, holding you close to him. He whispered hurriedly into your ear. “Tell them yes, and then walk out. I can easily sneak out unnoticed and meet you around the front.” 

“Okay,” you whispered to him before calling out to the voice, “Um…Yes, one moment!” 

Before Gaara disappeared into his sand he kissed you, leaving you to walk out of the changing stall, a delightful pulse between your thighs and a hotness in your cheeks.  

B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).

“What do you say I come in with you and help you change?”

The question surprised both of you, and you each blushed, wondering how to proceed. 

“If that’s what…you want.” Gaara said after a heartbeat, looking up at you with a shy smile on his face.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure that there were no witnesses before pulling him into the nearest stall. The curtain rings caught on the rusty rod, and you tugged at it, trying to block the entire view of inside the stall. After you had succeeded, you immediately took your frustration and friskiness out on Gaara as you shoved him against the wall, kissing him deeply and fully.

Yet Gaara wasn’t one to be pushed around so easily, and he took you by your hips, spinning you around so that now you were the one pinned. Grabbing one of your legs, he hoisted it upwards so that you could wrap it around his waist, and thrust his throbbing erection strongly against your womanhood.

“This is…unusual for me…” He whispered into your ear. 

For some reason, this struck you as such an unusual thing to say in the middle of an extremely impassioned act of lust, and yet when you glanced at his face, your heart skipped a beat for the affection you had for him. No matter what the situation, Gaara was an honest man, and you realized that he cared very deeply about you not getting the wrong idea from any of this.

He wanted you to feel valued, you realized, as he softly caressed your cheek and searched in your eyes for what your intentions were.

“You don’t want me to think you’re just doing this for your own fun, is that it?” You asked.

“It’s important that you know I care about you,” Gaara stated. His eyes dropped to the floor and a look of melancholy passed over his face, so quickly that you wondered if it had been present at all.

“I care for you so much,” you said, grabbing him by the face and kissing him, but not too hard. You, too, wanted him to feel valued. 

“I want to show you how much you mean to me…” Gaara said, trailing off as if he were unsure of himself. “But I’m not sure if here is the right place…” 

“Well,” you said, “What did you want to do?”

The two of you made eye contact and a silence filled the tiny stall. “I would really like it if I could…taste you.” Gaara finally mustered the courage to say.

You gasped, feeling your arousal build between your legs. You grabbed his face again and kissed him deeply again…and again…and again.

“I won’t say no to that,” You whispered, pulling him in closer so that you could tangle his red locks through your fingers. “The choice is really yours.”

There was a moment where the two of you continued your embrace, when slowly Gaara pulled away from you. After readjusting the groin of his pants, he reached for your bikini bottoms, gently slipping them down your smooth legs. When they reached your ankles, you kicked them off.

“You can sit here,” Gaara said, placing a towel on the short bench that was beside you. 

Obediently, you sat down, watching in anticipation as Gaara knelt between your knees. You spread your legs wide for him, feeling the throb of your pussy as you waited for what was to come. 

Gaara did not disappoint, he leaned over and gently placed his tongue on your clitorus. The immediate sensation was so foreign and sensitive to you that you clasped your hand hard over your mouth, your other hand reaching to squeeze your own breast. 

“Mmm!” You let out a muffled moan.

Gaara traced slow, steady circled around your clit, being mindful to not apply too much pressure on such a delicate area. He was quite thorough and observant, as anytime he felt your pleasure ebbing away, he would change his technique by suddenly flicking his tongue over your clit, or by replacing his tongue with his thumb.

“You are delicious,” he panted before burying his face fully between your legs.

Unexpectedly, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling from right outside the curtain just as Gaara inserted his tongue into your entrance, making you cry out in surprise.

“Oh!” You screamed before realizing what had happened. Both you and Gaara froze, looking at each other in panic. After a few quick thinking milliseconds, you called out again, this time to the voice on the other side of the curtain. “Oh…um…Sorry about that, you startled me!”

You and Gaara waited, stiff as statues, until you heard the stranger move to use one of the other stalls. When you heard the door of the largest change room close, Gaara looked up at you. 

“Maybe we should continue this later,” He said.

“Haha, yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still drunk off the pleasure Gaara had built up in your womanhood. “Let’s go…”

C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier). 

Without giving him any warning, you pushed him into the largest stall, letting the old wooden door slam behind you. Gaara’s eyes were wide in surprise, and he let out a little gasp. 

“I’m sick of you playing coy with me,” You said to him, slipping a hand behind you to push the lock closed.

“Is that so?” Gaara asked. He had recouped after his surprise and was now gazing at you with a smirk on his face. “What do you intend to do about it?”

The way he provoked you made your heart beat faster, and you threw yourself against him, pressing him against the wall of the stall. You forced your tongue into his mouth, where it met his, and the two of you engagee in the most intense and messy makeout session you have ever experienced.

Your hands were all over his body, and his yours, and you didn’t care that you were moaning a little too loudly for what was supposed to be a surreptitious situation. You were far too turned on by it, far too hot and wet. Your fingers travelled up his chest, feeling how defined his abs were, how firm his body felt. You wanted his shirt off.

“Take it off,” you ordered, though you were already tugging the shirt off of him.

Now he stood before you - half naked - a level, calculated look in his eyes. You had never seen him look at you this way before, but you knew exactly what it meant: He wanted to fuck you - badly. 

“You are incredible,” he said, moving to stand taller.

You could tell that he was losing himself to the hot, sweaty fervor of the moment and that he was planning his next move, but you intervened. 

“I’m going to suck you dick until your knees go weak and you can’t stand any more,” you vowed as you pushed hard against his chest, digging your fingers into his muscles so that he knew you meant business.

“You can try,” is all he said before you got to your knees, diving for the fly of his pants.

You were so rushed in the moment, you forgot to savor how hard his dick looked as it forced its way uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, begging to be let out into the open and sucked. You made a mental note to feel him up later so that you could truly appreciate that aspect of him; however now you were faced with your long awaited desire.

His penis was large, much more than you expected, a fact which could have nearly made your mouth water. You also noticed, with much delighted lust, that his manhood was incredibly appealing to look at. You gently pulled back his foreskin so that you could trace circles with your thumb on the tip, admiring how it looked and how a bead of precum pooled on the edge.

“Mmm…I’ve waited a long time for this,” you said as your eyes connected hungrily to his.

“Me too,” He said, thrusting his hips forward. He really couldn’t help himself any longer. 

With one last quick smile, you wrapped your lips around the head of his penis, pressing your tongue against the smooth skin of his erection. You were instantaneously smitten with the act, swearing that you would do this as many times as Gaara would let you - hopefully for the rest of his life.

“Mmm,” You mumbled, your mouth filled with his girthy member as you took more of his length into your mouth; determinedly going deeper and deeper, suppressing your gag reflex on willpower alone. You wanted him as far as he could be inside you, as far as what you could physically handle. It simply just wasn’t enough for you to do things halfway. 

You heard Gaara let out a gasp and a moan as you worked your way back up his shaft, using your hand for extra sensation. When you got to his tip, you very gently sucked in with your lips to add just the slightest bit of pressure to the experience without overstimulating him.

He went wild for it, bucking his hips forwards as he strongly grabbed a handful of your hair. You removed his penis from your mouth, leaning forward to lick under his shaft and cupping his balls in your hand. 

“This feels…” Gaara panted, “This feels so good.”

“It better,” You shot back quickly, before picking up the pace.

With all your effort, passion and desire you sucked his dick until you could feel his penis grow even harder. He was moaning more and more now, his sounds barely more than a whisper in the large room. Now he was pulling you hair a little too hard - though not intentionally - as he thrust deeper into your mouth; the pain of it made your eyes water but it also drastically increased your horniness, as you too began making grinding movements with your hips.

“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. He released the hold he had on your hair, trying to pull his hips away from you.

You knew what this meant, and you refused to let up. You followed his hips, pushing his dick deeper into your mouth, working harder and harder until you could feel his legs begin to shake and a tension overtake his body.

Suddenly warm ropes of his cum spurted into your mouth. Gaara let out a loud gasp as he arched his back, his primal urges to thrust taking over as he surrendered to his orgasm.

You didn’t think twice about swallowing, and when all of it had disappeared from your mouth, you looked up at Gaara, feeling fulfilled despite the strong pulsing between your own legs. 

He reached down for you, helping you to your feet so that he could embrace you. He breathed in to say something when there was a sudden, jarring knock on the door.

“Hello?!” An unfamiliar voice called out.

Gaara sighed quietly and pulled away from you, but not before offering you an affectionate kiss on the lips and his small, charming smile.

“You use the door, I’ll easily be able to sneak out undetected.” He whispered, and the two of you nodded at each other in understanding. 

Chapter #3 - The Hotel Room

“What do you say we go somewhere a little more private?” You suggested when both of you had slipped out of the stall. Now you stood facing each other on the beach, trying to catch your breath. 

“You had said earlier that you wanted to go to the bar, did you want to go now?” Gaara asked, remembering the whole reason you had offered to come with him.

Playfully, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. “Hmm, no, I was thinking somewhere a little more private than that.”

“Oh…Ohhh!” Gaara said and the implication of what you meant finally found its way to making sense in his mind. He certainly wasn’t the type of person to be good at maneuvering these types of situations when the hints were subtle, and it was beginning to be alarmingly apparent to him that he wasn’t very good with them even if they reached out and slapped him. 

Up until now, he was half expecting you to realize what you were doing and change your mind, breaking away from him forever so that you could continue your platonic relationship. This whole time he was enjoying himself immensely, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. After all, was he really worthy of this type of attention from such a divine woman?

He focused on your face, but he didn’t see any hesitation in your eyes, no glints of discomfort or signs that you were hoping to turn back.

“Did you want to…go to the hotel?” Gaara asked, still uncertain. 

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” You said as you leaned forward once more to give him a kiss.

It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to return to the hotel, where you had climbed up to Gaara’s room. He pressed his keycard to the door handle, and it made a soft click as it unlocked. Gaara allowed you to go in first, closing the door behind him as he entered the room.

You wasted no time at all, whirling around you threw yourself at him, your fingers tangling in his gorgeous red hair as you kissed him hard. Gaara caught you, bracing himself up against the door, and wrapped his strong arms around you, kissing you back until both of you were out of breath. 

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Gaara said. He was smiling despite the small blush he had on his cheeks.

“Oh? And what were you expecting us to do when we got here?” You teased, taking his face gently in your hands to look at him affectionately. “You’re too polite for your own good sometimes, you know that? I can’t tell if you really weren’t expecting anything or if you’re just saying that to not appear crass.” 

Gaara cleared his throat. “Um, if you want me to be honest….I would say both.”

You broke away from him then, and he watched as you studied him up and down. “Well, take all of that uncertainty and politeness and put it aside. I want you to tell me what you want to do to me.”

“Oh, okay…” Gaara replied, not knowing why he had agreed when he knew full well he wasn't prepared to answer.

Could he really just do that? Was it really possible for him to form any sort of coherent thought, let alone force the words out of his mouth without offending you in some way? 

He doubled back after a second of reflection. “I’m just really not good with this kind of thing.”

“Don’t be shy,” you said as you got closer to him once more, “c’mon, you tell me what your fantasy is and I’ll tell you mine.” 

"Ok…I want to…" Gaara was scrambling. There were lots of things he wanted to do with you, lots of things he was thinking about - that he had thought about. He desperately wanted these things to come true, but he also desperately didn't want to stick his foot in his mouth. That's why he stood, floundering for what felt like an eternity. 

"Gaara," You whispered gently, leaning in to touch his face. "If you don't talk to me, I'm gonna think this isn't what you want…Which is fine, but I just need to know before we move forward." 

You turned your face to fixate on the wall and Gaara's heart did a panicked flip. 

"Please don't think that!" He said, his voice was strong and full of sincerity. "I have never been blessed with the ability to just say things and have them somehow be taken as I intended. It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, or to become close to you…" He took your face in his hands so that you could look at him. "I have always been the type of man who believes actions speak louder than words. I'd rather show you how I feel.”

You reflected on this for a moment, your face was serious. “Really?” You asked, quietly.

“Yes!” Gaara said before leaning in to kiss you deeply. He broke away from you, searching your eyes for a sign that you believed him.

“Okay,” you said slowly, carefully, as you formed your next statement. “Then I want you to show me…”

Options (#3): Sex in The Beach Hotel  

A (#3)- “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).

B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).

C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier). 

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#3) - “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).

“I want you to show me how you make love.” You repeated, offering Gaara a small smile as you caressed his cheek. You thought for certain that he would scoop you up, take you to the bed, and make deep, intimate love to you. Yet, much to your despair, he didn’t react right away, and your stomach began to knot with anxiety. 

“I…” He said after a few heartbeats. “I was really hoping you would say that.”

Relief flooded into your body and soul as Gaara took you by the hand, leading you to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Gently he took you by the hips, kissing you passionately before guiding you to lay down. You looked up at him, trying to think of something to say but he beat you to it. 

“I have always wanted this,” He said to you, leaning down so that both of your lips touched. He was on top of you now, kissing you over and over and over. You loved his kisses, and you loved it even more when he moved to suck on your neck. The passion felt so thrilling to you that a wetness began to pool between your legs and you moaned, reaching to tangle your fingers in his rich, red hair.

Gaara was true to his word. Every action he made showed you how much he wanted you - yearned for you. His technique was an exceptional balance of being firm and hard in some ways, but gentle and loving in others, trading between small love bites to delicate pecks. He wasted no time in undressing you, but ensured that you felt valued as he caressed and complimented you between articles of clothing.

You were so excited, you could barely contain it, and you squirmed beneath him as the sensation between your legs grew stronger. You could feel his erection against you, pressing so close to your womanhood that you couldn’t help but thrust against him.

“Make love to me, Gaara,” You begged, desperate for so much more of him, but Gaara’s sense of love making was slow and steady. He wanted both of you to savor every second.

Your breasts were exposed now, and Gaara worked his way downwards, taking one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other until you let out a cry. You thrust harder against his hips- against his pulsing erection - and you, too, felt a throbbing deep inside yourself.

Without taking his attention away from your breasts, he slipped one hand to your bottoms, sliding them down your legs until you could kick them off yourself. Now, fully exposed to him, he pulled away from your chest to gaze at your beautiful body.

“Perfect,” Gaara complimented. His eyes were full of lust and affection, and he began kissing his way down your stomach.

You spread your legs open for him as he knelt between them, and you felt so safe and so ready for him to do what he wished. However, despite your readiness, you let out a cry when he took his thumb and gently traced circles around your clit. He was slow about it, taking his time to let the good sensations build between your legs. It didn’t take long before you were thrusting against him once more, becoming even more wet for him. You hungered for more, and luckily Gaara did not keep you waiting as he gently inserted one finger into you.

“Oh god,” You said, clutching the bed sheets. 

Now Gaara was pulling in and out of you with a slow and steady rhythm, taking his other hand to continue working on your clit.

“Harder,” You begged. The need for him to go deeper and faster came on so strong that you surprised yourself when you spoke, and you dug your fingers even harder into the mattress, being driven solely by your own urges. 

Gaara didn’t go faster. He didn’t want to. He had you exactly where he wanted you, laying beneath him experiencing the highest of natural pleasures, and he didn’t mind taking things slow. Yet with each of your moans, he found it harder to help himself, you noticed, as he too began to let out small moans before leaning forward and pressing his tongue against you.

You felt the softness of his mouth, the gentleness, and the pleasure as he licked up and down on your clit. The newness of the sensation made you grow quiet as the pleasure built all the more. You closed your eyes tightly, your muscles tensed.

Gaara picked up on your sudden silence, and he pulled away from you. “Do you not like this?” He asked, and you let out a small cry in response.

“Please don’t stop!”

Satisfied, Gaara refocused on his objective while you panted heavily. Your orgasm was so close now, if only he would go just a little harder like you had asked.

You let out another loud, frustrated moan, and in response, Gaara inserted another finger into your womanhood, pressing himself deeper into you. This sent you over the edge, and your muscles tightened as the pleasure mounted to a delicious high. You held your breath, riding the wave of bliss before letting out a gasp of air, as pulses of satisfied throbs ebbed away the orgasm.

“Please!” You cried, pushing Gaara away. He had gotten a little carried away and had gone even faster despite the sensations now becoming too much for you. “Please, just give me a minute,” you begged.

“I’m sorry,” Gaara said as he pulled away. He was shifting uncomfortably now and you noticed that he had started tugging at his pants.

“Come here,” You said gently, beckoning him. 

He stood up and you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the waistband of his pants. You could see how hard the bulge was pressing against the fabric that it made you wonder how uncomfortable it had been for him, and you quickly undid his fly.

Soon his pants were off, his penis standing erect from his body, throbbing with frustration. Gaara had removed his own shirt, revealing his muscular body, and you noticed with a feeling of giddiness that the sight of him naked turned you on again. 

Not wanting him to wait any longer for you, you took the base of his cock in your hands, and kissed the tip, looking up at him so that he could see the desire in your eyes. However, Gaara looked uncomfortable and he reached down to grab your wrist.

“Y/N,” He said softly, “I really want to…If it’s ok, I would like to…”

He was having a hard time getting the words out and you decided to help him out. “Show me what you want,” you said.

Gaara leaned over and kissed you, pushing you onto the bed, your back pressed against the soft sheets. He positioned himself on top of you as you spread your legs wide for him, waiting for your connection to reach an even deeper level.

With slow strokes, Gaara rubbed himself against your soft, wet skin, letting out whimpers that were deep and soft in your ear. You wondered if he was teasing himself or if he was still feeling a little shy.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered in his ear.

Gaara let out a moan and thrust forward though he still hadn’t entered you. “I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” he said with a pant, “I’m very excited right now.”

“It’s okay, Gaara,” You said with a smile and you kissed his cheek. “Just do what feels natural to you.”

You reached down and took his penis in your hand, guiding it to your entrance. Gaara paused for a moment, leaning in only slightly as if he was only testing the waters before diving right in; yet soon temptation got the best of him and he pushed a little harder until the tip of his member was inside you.

“Oh!” He gasped, wrapping his arms around you and thrusting in even deeper.

You also let out an impassioned moan as he entered you fully, deeply, passionately. It felt so natural to be connected to him like this, so pleasurable, and you wanted this moment to last forever. 

“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. Suddenly his rhythm became very fast and hard, surprising you. He let out another moan, holding you tighter as he made a few last deep pumps. 

You could feel the pulsing of his member inside you, how it throbbed with each burst of pleasure. You even felt something warm pooling around your cervix, though the sensation disappeared quickly.

Gaara pulled out, releasing his grip on you. “I’m sorry,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face. 

“No don’t be,” You said before giving him a quick kiss. “It’s been a long day of foreplay, neither of us lasted very long.” You let out a laugh and Gaara smiled despite himself.

“I really enjoyed this,” Gaara said softly as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” You said, looking back at him with a look of affection, “I really enjoyed it too, and I would be up for a few more rounds once you’re ready.”

With that, Gaara’s eyes lit up and he pulled you further onto the bed. “Okay,” Gaara said in your ear, “I’m ready.”    

B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).

“I want you to show me how you plan to use my body.” You repeated as you focused on Gaara’s gaze. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you. If he was a man of action, then he would have to prove it to you.

Without wasting any time, Gaara reached forward and lifted you up off the ground, surprising you. He carried you over to the middle of the room and set you down on the bed, where you looked up at him, eyes wide with excitement. 

“Will you tell me….If I go too far?”Gaara asked, looking away from you shyly.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that,” You replied, already feeling the wetness between your legs. 

Gaara didn’t look so convinced, but he didn’t keep you waiting, either. He leaned forward to grab you by the chin, kissing you hard on the mouth. You could feel how strong he was, how dominant he could be, and the idea of him using you made your heart beat faster and faster.

“I-” You started, but Gaara kissed you hard on the mouth again, stifling your words.

“Don’t speak,” Gaara ordered in a gruff voice, as he gazed intently into your eyes, a fire burning in his. 

You obeyed him, watching him as he removed your clothing, piece by piece until you lay naked before him. Suddenly, you wished that he would take his own clothes off, and you leaned forward to tell him. 

Yet Gaara again prevented you from speaking by kissing you hard, this time his tongue sliding into your mouth, causing you to moan. He forced you down on the bed again, pinning both your arms overhead as he moved to suck on your neck. You squirmed a bit as his lips tickled the sensitive skin, but this made him push you down even further. When he was finished there was a deep, purple bruise on your neck and his eyes glinted with delight at the sight of it.

Before you could argue, Gaara got up and walked away from you, leaving you to lay there, naked and confused. You sat up, watching him as he pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down beside you. 

“You’re going to do as I say,” Gaara said, his voice dominant and certain. “And everytime you disobey me, I’m going to do something to you.”

You looked up at him, still confused. You weren’t convinced he had the right idea about what sex was supposed to be. You wanted him to fuck you, unleashing the animal you knew he could be, not have him sit there.

“I don’t understand.” You said. 

“That’s strike one,” He said as he leaned back in the chair. “I already told you not to speak.”

He stared at you intently as you blinked at him. There was an edge in his voice that made your heart race, or maybe it was the way he looked at you then, so hungry and authoritative. Your mind was reeling at this unexpected situation, when it circled back to what he said: "Everytime you disobey me, I'm going to do something to you" and "strike one".

Strike one. Your heart thudded against your chest and you noticed, almost in dismay, that you were becoming wet at the thrill of the evident consequence. You decided that despite your uncertainty of this new role Gaara had adopted, you would see where it went. After all, you thought, as you obediently waited for his next order, you could always tell him to stop. 

“Touch yourself,” He ordered. “Show me what you like done to you.”

“What?!” You exclaimed. This order had sent you off balance, despite your resolution to play along. Yet more so than the surprise you felt, you sensed an immediate rush of regret for speaking out of turn. 

Gaara looked at you levelly. “Strike two.”

You gasped as you met his gaze but Gaara was unwavering in his demeanor. Looking down at your own body, you wondered how hard of a request it was; after all, you touched yourself all the time in private, so this time shouldn’t be any different.

Slowly you reached your hand down to your womanhood, but as you did so a stab of insecurity made you hesitate. 

Gaara was vigilant. “I ordered you to touch yourself, don’t make me say it again.”

With a gulp, you spread your legs so that he could get a full view of what you were doing, and you began to trace circles with your finger on your clit, just as you practiced alone. You were relieved that despite your nerves, touching yourself felt good; although you did find it was difficult to really lose yourself in the sensations as Gaara watched intently from his chair. You looked up at him, desperate for approval.

“Does that feel good?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Gaara reached towards you, sensually rubbing your leg up and down, and you sat up a little to get a glimpse of his body. You could tell his erection was uncomfortably stiff behind the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t pay it any mind. His sole focus was on you. 

“I want it to feel even better for you, show me how that looks.” Gaara ordered, removing his hand from your leg.

“Yes,” You said, tightening your muscles as you got more into it. Grinding against your own fingers, your pleasure grew until you were panting. Now it didn’t bother you that Gaara was watching, and in fact, it was beginning to turn you on even more.

“Cum for me,” He ordered abruptly, and your heart fluttered.

“I-I’m not ready to,” You moaned.

Suddenly, and very firmly, Gaara leaned forward, pushing the hand you were touching yourself with away. With the other hand he inserted two fingers inside you, and pressed his tongue against your clit. He worked at a very strong pace, overwhelming you as your excitement grew. You weren’t expecting this, and his sudden inclusion made you all the hornier. You grinded against his fingers and mouth, moaning loudly as he made himself dominant over you.

Gaara’s pace didn’t let up, and after a few moments your pleasure grew to a crescendo, causing you to scream with bliss. Your womanhood tightened and your legs shook, making you dizzy. Gaara quickly withdrew his fingers from you, stripping you the pleasure of grinding against them as you rode the waves of throbs that followed after an orgasm.  

“You didn’t cum when I asked,” Gaara said, coldly.

“No!” You exclaimed in a panic. You were beginning to really worry about this game he was playing, and you leaned forward to grab his wrist, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

“That’s strike three and now four for speaking out of turn again,” Gaara said. 

“Please!” You whined, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek, trying to get him to lighten up with you and to offer you affection.

Relieved, you felt Gaara wrap his strong arms around you and he held you there. You felt him as he turned his head, his breath in your ear.

“Five.”

In dismay, you watched as Gaara stood up, pulling you to your feet. He then spun you around, pushing you back onto the bed where you stayed on all fours.  

“You disobeyed me five times,” Gaara said, still standing behind you.

“I’m sorry, Gaara,” You pleaded, trying to turn around but Gaara stopped you.

“I told you that for each time you disobeyed me, I was going to do something to you, and I will. You wanted me to show you how I was gonna use your body?” His voice was gruff in your ear as he leaned forward, squeezing one of your breasts hard. “I am going to cum in you once for each time you didn’t do as I asked.”

“Gaara!” You yelped desperately, ashamed with yourself at how much your pussy throbbed with excitement with his punishment. You couldn’t believe how horny he made you, despite having already experienced release just moments before.

“Do you want to make it six?” Gaara asked, squeezing your breast so tight that you whined. 

“No,” You moaned, sinking your head down onto the bed in defeat. 

Gaara undid his pants and pulled his long, throbbing member out. He mounted you, thrusting his hips so his manhood could glide against your wet skin. He was gentle with this part, pushing himself deep inside you, waiting for you to get accustomed to his girth while you clutched the sheets. Then, the gentleness was over, as he began to thrust into you harder and harder; his fingers gripping your hips so hard he left handprints as he pulled you onto him, all the while you let out cries of pleasure. This had been what you were looking for when you asked him to use your body, but this time your mind was fantasizing wildly about how he would finish inside you over and over again until neither of you could take any more. 

He dominated you like this until he had finished inside you twice, changing your position to whatever suited him each time. You marveled at his stamina, how he seemed to be able to keep going even after he already had you filled.

Now you were beneath him, his strong arms on either side of your head as you looked up at him. He had brought you so much pleasure during this experience, and even now you could feel the pleasure building again between your legs. You let out a uniquely loud moan and Gaara responded to it by thrusting a little too deep. 

You winced and yelped in pain as his member hit your cervix, but you expected him to keep going despite your discomfort.

Abruptly, Gaara pulled out of you, holding your face in his hands. His dominant demeanor dropped instantly as he looked at you in concern. “Did I hurt you?” He asked. 

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze before letting out a laugh. The illusion was suddenly shattered, and you recognized him as the same shy, worried, compassionate Gaara you knew all along.

“I’m fine,” You sighed with release and smiled at him. “You didn’t have to stop, you know.”

Gaara shook his head, pulling you into his chest. “I will always stop when I accidentally hurt you,” He mumbled, his face buried in your hair.

You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness and intimacy. You felt so fulfilled, so safe, and so so loved.  

C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier).

“I want you to show me how well you can take being fucked by a woman,” You repeated. You could tell by Gaara’s face that he had not registered what you had said the first time. 

He was standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He really was not expecting you to say something so forward, and you felt a surge of power at the influence you had over him.

You flashed him a wicked smile as he attempted to piece together his shattered mind. “What? Having second thoughts?” You teased.

“No!” He exclaimed in his deep, raspy voice. “I…Just really wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, then I bet you really won’t expect what we’re gonna do next.” You said, tracing a finger on his jawline and staring deeply, intently and sexily into his eyes. 

Gaara swallowed hard and you reached down to cup his groin in your hand. You could feel his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his pants and a shiver of excitement ran up your spine. You tightened your grip, making him gasp.

You led him over to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and pushed him down, his body bouncing on the springy mattress. Swiftly, you jumped on top of him, forcing your hands under his shirt where you felt the strong, thick muscles of his abdomen. Your fingers travelled upwards, savoring the feeling of his body, and he closed his eyes as he thrust his hips upward to grind against yours; the action causing a rush of dominance to overcome you.

You dug your fingernails into his chest, raking them down his skin, the pleasure of having him at your mercy causing you to become wet. Gaara winced and gasped at your sudden forcefulness and he moved to grab your arms, but you were quicker. You pinned his wrists to his side and leaned in to stare into his eyes.

“I am going to use your body how I like,” You said forcefully, leaning over to kiss him hard and biting his bottom lip.

“Okay…” He breathed when he broke away from you.

You could tell by the quick rise and fall of his chest, and how his penis pulsed beneath you that he was getting excited, and this thought turned you on even more. 

You jumped off him then, your hands reaching for his fly. You undid his pants, moving on to his shirt so that he could lay there naked, ready for his body to be used and abused by you. Again, you cupped his groin, squeezing his testicles just enough to make him squirm and buck his hips forward. 

“You’re all mine, do you understand me?” You said, moving your hand to stroke the shaft of his long, girthy member.

“Yes…” He whispered, his voice raspy and breathy. 

You instructed him not to look as you undressed, being vigilant to make sure he kept his eyes firmly closed until you told him to look. Now you stood before him, your beautiful naked body exposed to the cool air of the hotel room.

You walked back over to the bed and straddled him, looking down at his face as it tensed up in anticipation; his hips wiggling underneath you in an attempt to connect his penis to your entrance. 

“Look at me,” You said firmly.

Gaara opened his eyes, looking up to you with wonder and excitement. He dared to raise a hand, caressing your body until he held a breast delicately in his hand. With his thumb, he played with your nipple, making it harden.

“You like that?” You whispered as you leaned close to his ear.

“Yes!”

Forcefully you took his hand and pinned it back against the mattress. You thrust your hips hard against his and you moaned. 

“We’re gonna play a game,” You said, again flashing your wicked smile. “And do you know what that game is?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes, breathing his response, “No…”

“It’s a little game called try not to cum.”

Gaara gasped, looking as though he was about to protest, but you shut that down fast, sticking your tongue into his mouth; you only relented when you felt him struggling for air. You let him turn his head to the side, but took advantage of his exposed neck which you started to suck on - hard.

While you were working on claiming him for yourself, you reached down between your legs to take his penis in your hand. You adjusted overtop of him, rubbing the tip of his erection against your soaking wet lips. Never had you felt so turned on, so exhilarated in all your life.

Without hesitation, you pushed your hips downwards, breaking away from his neck to let out a moan as his girthy member stretched the quivering, yearning walls of your womanhood. Glancing down at him, you could see what you had done to him. 

A large, purple bruise was standing out predominantly on the pale skin of his neck, just high enough so that it could be seen over his shirt collar. 

“I am going to fuck you into submission,” You said to him hotly. 

Gaara stared at you, his chest rising and falling quicker and quicker with his anticipation. “You may have your work cut out for you,” He shot back.

“We’ll see about that.”

You wasted no time in grinding your hips back and forth as if you had trained your whole life for this moment - no - as if your very life depended on it; you gave it your all, moaning loudly the entire time. You could feel the tip of his penis pulsing against your most sensitive spot with each thrust, and it made you want to fuck him harder. 

“Oh my god!” You screamed as you rode him, his panting and your cries joining the sound of the bed thumping against the wall and the squeaking of the mattress springs. You were certain that the entire hotel could hear you, but you didn’t care.

“Ugh! I”m gonna cum,” Gaara moaned.

Abruptly, you jumped from him, leaving his penis to throb and pulse in the cold air. 

“Ugh…!” Gaara gasped again.

“Not so fast,” You cooed, kissing him on the lips. 

You watched in delight as he thrust his hips forward, desperate for any stimulation that would bring him release. He even struggled against your grasp, trying to move his hands from where you had them pinned, but it was no use.

After a few moments, his breathing levelled and you began again, sinking down onto his swollen member and using it as your own personal toy. Multiple times, you jumped off of him, each time Gaara groaned more intensely as his sexual frustration grew.

By the fourth time you had teased him, the sensation of his penis rubbing against your G-spot became too much. You began thrusting your hips even more wildly, driven solely by the primal urge to orgasm, and you were unable to stop. 

“I’m going to cum!” Gaara gasped again, but little did he know it was his lucky day.

You were overcome by your own desire for release, and together your pleasure mounted. The feeling was immense, so much so that your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt a gush of wetness between your legs. You were screaming as loud as you possibly could for as long as you possibly could, trying to keep the orgasm going. You could have probably continued on for a second more, but Gaara was already gasping with overstimulation. 

He had filled you with shot after shot of hot, sticky cum and now he was looking up at you, eyes hoping to have appeased you enough to let him go. 

You slid off him and looked at the mess the two of you had created together. 

“Oh my god,” You said through your breaths, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life…I think I even squirted a little.”

Gaara looked down at himself and then back at you. Slowly an affectionate smile crept across his face. “Well,” he breathed, “If that’s a first for you then I’m glad to have made it happen.”                                               

Chapter #4 - Cheers to the Start of a Successful Vacation! 

Later that day, Gaara sat across from you in the lounge of the hotel’s restaurant. The beach themed bar stretched across the entire room that luckily wasn’t too busy. The whole opposite side was designed with full length windows, giving couples a romantic and scenic view of the beach.

Now the sun was setting, the soft orange rays shimmering on the crisp water, reflecting bright white on the ocean blue. 

Gaara took a sip of his drink, an alcoholic beverage he had surprised himself by deciding to try . He set the tall glass down on the round wooden table and gazed over at you affectionately. You were dressed in a stylish floral sundress, examining the menu for anything exotic you might want to try. 

Perhaps it was the way the evening sun made your skin glow, or maybe it was your relaxed, upbeat demeanor, but something about how you appeared in that moment made Gaara want to sit across from you here - from anywhere - forever.

You looked up at him with a casual smile, mentioning something about the menu, when suddenly Gaara realized exactly what it was that made him feel this way. 

“I love you,” He said. There was no shyness in his voice, no uncertainty. 

You looked up at him, your expression brightening as you reached across the table to lace your fingers with his. “I love you, too.”

The two of you sat there for some time, ordering drinks, laughing and talking when a familiar voice came from across the lounge.

“There you two are,” Temari said, striding across the bar with Shikamaru in tow. Her hair wasn’t in her normal iconic updo, and she had a big relaxed grin spread across her face. “I was wondering where you had gone, we haven’t seen you all day.”

“We’ve just been touring the sights,” Gaara said, giving nothing away in his tone.

Shikamaru rubbed the back of his head. “Mind if we join you guys? We were gonna meet with Kankuro when he got here…” Suddenly, he trailed off, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh man, wait until you see him, what a drag.” 

You let out a laugh, pushing a chair out for Temari. “Come sit, we’re just discussing what we want to try from the dinner menu.”

Temari and Shikamaru had just received their own drinks when Kankuro waddled into the lounge, his arms extended slightly to his side in a way that reminded you of a penguin. From the tip of his head to the end of his toes, he was beet red from a day of sun. You could tell just by looking at him that even moving was excruciating.

“Hey guys,” He said in a defeated and sheepish voice. 

“You look worse than how you did on the beach!” Temari exclaimed. “Idiot.”

“Come sit,” You said, sliding off your seat to offer it to Kankuro. 

Gaara pulled up another chair for you before turning back to his brother. He handed Kankuro a glass of ice water, a look of sympathy on his face. “Hopefully that doesn’t bother you the entire trip,” Gaara offered. 

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Kankuro winced as he slid onto the chair, but much to his credit, he offered a small smile. “Here, let’s toast.”

He raised the water Gaara had given him. “Here’s to the start of a successful vacation!”

“Cheers!” You all exclaimed before clinking your glasses together; a perfect outcome to a perfect day.

Gaara’s heart soared as you rested your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in such a beautiful place, surrounded by his family, and to know he was loved by the woman he treasured more than anything.

#Gaara #gaara x reader #gaara x oc #gaara x y/n #Gaara of the sand #Gaara of the desert #sabaku no gaara #Kazekage #naruto #narutoshippuden #narutop99 #naruto characters #temari #kankuro #sand siblings #naruto smut

[kataraznastytoughts]

Gaara x reader, just a cute story about a day of y/n’s and gaara’s life together as a married couple!

HEY ANON!! OFC I CAN EEKK MY FIRST REQUEST! Khm, Khm... I mean ofc course you can Anon! Aw another sand baby! I love the sand sibs, i just wanna hug them and comfort them and be their 2nd mother.☺️

Pairing: Gaara x f!reader

Warning : Nothing, it's just a fluffy everyday with Gaara and his s/o.

I wanted Gaara to have glasses, because they look good on him.(He needs them only to read)

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You woke up to a lightly snoring Gaara next to you. He was absolutely adorable, sleeps so piecefuly next to you. His red locks messy, mouth is slightly open. You kissed his forehead then tried to get up from bed, but a hand stopped you.

You looked at him for a moment then he gently pulled your arm to go back to bed next to him. So you did, as he opened his arms for you to go in. He was holding you close to him so you could feel his breath on your face. He kissed you gently then gave you his sweetest smile.

"Good morning y/n!" He said in a sleepy voice. "Good morning to you too Gaara!" You said playing with his locks.

You gave him a quick kiss "The breakfast won't cook itself, Gaara." Then he finally let you go. You walked to the kitchen making breakfast and coffee. Your sleepy husband walks in goes to you and watching you cook until your done. You both start eating and planning your day, after he goes to dress up for work. Before he leaves he gives you many kisses all over your face. But you always need to stop him cause he forgets his glasses. After he lefts you do the same and left for work.

You prepare lunch for him and his older brother Kankuro every night after dinner. That you always go and give him at his Kazekage office. You guys eat together and having a nice chat with him and Kank.

You go back to work for a few hours till your shift ends after lunch. After that you hit his office again to check up on him. You knock on the door waiting for him to let you in. After sometime (if he's busy it can took more time) he tells you to come in and you sit on his lap looking at his green eyes as you take off his glasses to kiss him deeply.

But sometimes the romantic seen has to end because a Shinobi came back from a mission to report Gaara what happened. But he will definitely continue after the shinobi left. And whisper to you about how grateful he is to have you and that he can be in your life.

You guys go home and start making dinner together. And you guys just enjoy each other's company. After dinner you guys go to shower then attack the bed. Cuddling him close to you and falling asleep in his arms.

You're thankful that you could marry as kind and caring man like him.

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I really hope that's what you wanted and imagined. I tried my best! And thank you for being my first request and sending me one!

So... who's next?

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[mrsbakashi]

B, D, E, T for Itachi plz💕

hi, anon! i'm guessing you're requesting for the a-z dirty headcanon because someone liked that post and 5 seconds later this showed up on my askbox, soooo we'll do it that way. and also because i have zero energy to do the fluff version as well.

ITACHI

⚠️ c.w.: +18, bondage, dom itachi (but also sub itachi - just slightly)

b - bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

itachi and bondage are two things that match so much that when you think of one, you instantly think of the other. he lives for it - tying you up, obviously. he actually spends a good amount of time learning and practing new knots. to be honest it's not really about the sex, it's more that you trust and love him so much you're willing to let him tie you up completely and immobilize you. he loves how you moan a little everytime his hands touch your skin while he works on the knots, making sure they're not too tight so they won't hurt you. loves how impatient you get eventually, because he could and would spend hours there. always starts with your wrists.

d - dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a dom? do they have a dom that they trust already? what kind of things do they enjoy as/with their dominant partner?) 

itachi is a natural dom. it's some sort of gift, it comes with the sharingan. this trait of his is present not only during sex, but in every other moment. because he's a soft dom he's more focused into actually making sure you're comfortable and okay, though he won't hesitate in punishing you if he feels the need to - he usually doesn't. he's just the kind of guy who will make sure everything is perfect in the tiniest details for you - but by his standards. if you say something is fine, but he doesn't think it's fine, then it simply isn't. and the man's a perfectionist. and you know better than to complain.

he needs to be in control, that's it. that's why during sex he'll usually just tease and overstimulate you, never giving you what you want only so he can hear you begging and crying for him. but the truth is that he needs to feel needed, in every single way a person can be needed and more.

i also have this theory that he's kinda switch (only occasionally), because i believe that sometimes he shows his fragile side and all he wants is to be taken care of, to let you take control and show him that he is loved, he is worthy of love, and with that he is completely submissive for you, completely given to anything you want to do - he's yours.

e - extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

i am a strong believer that itachi loooooves lingerie. like he will spend a lot of money and time buying lingerie for you, because he just loves the sight and feel of lace on your skin - it drives him so crazy that when he brings a new piece for you he can't barely sit still while you try it on. most of the time you have to surprise him if you want him to actually see how they look on you. he spends more money at victoria's secret than you.

also loves watching you strip, but again, can't barely stand still and never waits for you to finish the show - he's all over you before you can think.

also, not a dirty hc, but since we're talking about extra info and clothes (kinda) itachi loves wearing matching outfits with you - i'm talking those really cliche cringe ones. he just loves sharing that with you.

oh, and breeding, obviously. he's an uchiha, you know the drill.

t - top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

we kinda talked about this on the dominance hc, but itachi is always a top. even when he's submissive. it's like he'll try to top you from the bottom 🗣️ he's just not built to be a bottom (at least in the way i see him).

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[mushies-stories]

Naruto boys

The first time cockwarming them

Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro X GNReader

Warnings: SMUT 18+! cock waming, pet names, no use of Y/N

The first time Cock warming them

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Naruto Uzumaki: sweet and loving S/O

Naruto wouldn't have thought of the idea himself but you, after a night out with some friends and while gossiping, you were introduced to a new idea. So a few nights later while naruto was late coming home you went to seek him out, not wanting to fall asleep without him.

You walked into his office late at night, the room lit only by the desk lamp. He was hunched over his paperwork, eyes tired but face smoothing when he sees it's you. He gives you an apologetic look as you approach his chair. “Sorry sweety, late night. I promise I'll be home soon.” he said.

You shook your head and smiled sweetly, you slid your pants and underwear down and kicked them aside. You brought a leg to slide across his lap so you could straddle him. “No need, ill by just a second.” you as you undid his pants and slid your hand into his boxers and slowly started to pump his cock tell you felt it begin to harden.

His body tensed as he watched you. “Baby, wait a minute I gotta finish these papers.” he said. 

You leaned down and kissed his jaw. “I know.” you said, finally pulling him out so his cock could stand erect. You adjust to you hovering over him with the tip pressed against your entrance and slowly sank down. 

You both let out  gaspy moans as he filled your tight hole. When his cock was fully nestled in you he let out a shaky breath. “So tight, how am I supposed to focus?” he chuckled, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

You yawned and leaned into his chest. Closing your eyes you snuggle into him. “I'll relax in a moment.” you said with content sigh. “Take your time.” you whispered, already dozing off into his warm heat surrounding you. 

He smiled down at you as you were breathing steadily and you finally relaxed around him. In all honesty it took him longer to get his work done, having to take a few breaks to just feel you pulse around him. You got a nice nap in until he was finally done, and finally ready to fuck you properly.

Shikamaru Nara: bratty and needy S/O

He was trying to nap, laying on back with one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach when you creeped into the room. You hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately and you were starting to feel lonely. He heard you approaching and opened one eye to look up at you as you stood above him. “Shikamaru, you've been busy all week.” you said with a pout. 

He hummed and closed his eyes again. “Just a little nap.” He said.

You huffed and went to straddle his lap, he didn't even react. You leaned over his body, pressing yourself against him and littering gentle kisses to his neck and jawline. He sighs and opens his eyes, narrowing them down at you. “Cant even wait thirty minutes?” he said with a yawn. 

You shook your head and sucked the skin below his ear while grinding down against his now semi-hard cock. “I’ve been waiting, I cant anymore Shika.” you whined. 

He let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Aright alright, take your pants off brat.” he said.

You complied and stood to take your pants and underwear off while Shikamaru shimmed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. You smiled and went back to stadling him, looking down at him with a happy smile. He chuckled and nodded his head once. “Go on.” He said.

You wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and sliding the tip in with a content sigh. Your eyes closed as you slowly sank down on him. Before you could bring yourself back up him his hands were on your hips, slamming you down so his cock was filling you completely. “Shika!” you whined at the sudden harsh movement. 

He just smirked and brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down to lay your head on his chest. “Nap first, then ill fuck you how you want.” he stated, holding you firm and close. Both hands came to wrap around your back as you sank into him with a drafted grumble. 

He might be a brat himself, but he kept his word and when he woke to find you fast sleep on his chest he couldn't help but hold you sweety against him as his cock slowly started to fuck you awake. 

Gaara: sweet and loving S/O

It was early, much earlier than anyone else would be awake and gaara was sitting in his office, head leaned back and eyes closed. He looked tired and really you couldn't tell if he ever even came to bed since he had a tendency to sneak in late, normally after you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice you standing in the doorway until he heard the click of it shutting and saw you walking over to him with a small smile and tired eyes. “Been here all night?” you ask, coming to stand next to his chair and immediately he pulls you between his legs and hugs your waist so his face is hidden in the fabric of your shirt. 

He nods. “There was just so much paperwork and planning.” he mumbles against you. 

Your hands rake through his hair. “Maybe… I can help you alleviate some stress while you finish up?” you offered, voice hushed and a little uncertain. Gaara was still tricky when it came to intimacy and you didn't want to push him. So you thought you'd at least offer. He looked up at you, waiting to hear what you had to offer. “Sit back for a moment, okay?” you said and he complied, leaning back so you had room to undress your lower half. 

“Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. You continued and moved to grab the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him with reassuring eyes and he shifted so you could guide his cock free. A small huff ame from him when you sat back in his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. “I have work my love.” he stated, holding your hips still above his already hard cock.

You smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. “I know, let me help?” you said, trying your best at puppy eyes. He chuckled softly and allowed you to sink down on him. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt his cock sink into your tight hole but held his sounds in while you let out breath gasps when you felt he was fully in. Once you were comfortable in his lap you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and leaned into him. “I'll be right here waiting for you to be done.” you said, kissing the side of his neck. 

You waited so patiently for him to finish his work and when he was finally done he made sure to thank you. 

Kankuro: sweet and needy S/O

He was working on a puppet late at night, repairing it in time for a mission coming up. You had woken in the middle of the night feeling particularly needy only to find your bed empty and your heart feeling similar. your fingers grasped for Kankuro but found nothing. You knew where he probably was and rushed down the stairs to his workshop. All you wore was his shirt and a pair of underwear as you bare feet hit the cold ground.

His head snapped up when he heard the door creek open. You stood peering your head to see where he was. you looked so sweet and tired and his heart leaped when you finally followed the dim light to his work space in the corner of the room and your eyes finally found him. “It's late.” He said. 

You smiled sheepishly and stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. You padded over to stand opposite him on the other side of his work table where puppet pisces and bits were all strung about. “I know, I just… I wanted to see you.” you practically whispered. 

The faint blush creeping on your cheeks told him you wanted something more than just to see him. He smiled sweetly and set the part he was working on down. “That so sweetheart? You just wanted to see me in the middle of the night?” 

You looked away for a moment before looking back to Kankuro. You knew that wasn't the only reason but you didn't want to bother him while he was working. “Mhhmm” you hummed. 

He nodded with a small smirk. “Would you like to help me while I work baby?” he asked.

Your eyes gleamed at his words. “Can i?” 

He smiled and leaned back. Your eyes followed his movement as he slid a hand down the front of his pants and started to pump his cock as he looked at you with soft eyes. “Take those off and come here?” he asked, motioning to your pants with his free hand.

He freed his cock as he watched you discard your pants and underwear and came around to stand between his legs. He guided your hips with both hands to straddle his thighs while his cock pushed into your little hole. You whimpered softly into his neck while you clung to his chest. “sshh, relax for me.” he soothed, finally bottoming out in you. “Now, you keep me nice and warm while I work okay?” he said, picking his part and tools back up. 

You let out a soft sigh and nuzzle yourself into him, perfectly content and stuffed.

#naruto x reader #naruto x reader smut #gaara x reader #gaara x reader smut #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x reader smut #naruto imagine #kankuro #kankuro x reader #kankuro x reader smut #kankuro smut #gaara smut #shikamaru smut #naruto imagines #naruto smut

[aaizawashouta]

Heatin' Up

pairing: frat!kiba x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

summary: kiba and his famous beer pong partner finally do the dirty. (modern!au)

warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) oral f and m receiving, p in v, cream pie.

a/n: it's me, hi. this was long over due. i love them your honor.

→ Wyd later? 

You could feel the disgust on your face. It never ceases to amaze you how much of a fuckboy he could be. No wonder he was in a frat. What did this make you? His booty call? Ugh, you’re the only one who would ever answer him on such short notice. Your nails tapped against your phone as you contemplated your answer.

→ Party @ the house 

→ Got your fav 

What did he think you are? Some schmuck? As if your favorite drink would be enough to pull you from the comfort of your room. But then you hear the giggling. Your roommates are never quiet, and you know their habits. Especially when you hear Shikamaru’s name dropped. Ino’s been trying to get into his pants for weeks. Sighing, you push your blankets off your lap, knowing you're in a losing situation.

The girls barge into your room, animatedly talking over one another. You get the jist, which you already knew. Sakura eyes you suspiciously when you don’t fight them on coming along. Ino’s already tearing into your closet. You pinch the side of your thigh to keep yourself from freaking out.

“We promise,” Ino says as she coats your lashes in mascara. “We won’t leave your side.”

It’s a lie, it always is. They always abandon you at some point. Not that it matters. Because there is one who always sniffs you out. You couldn’t hide from him even if you wanted to.

→ you comin? 

I’ll be there! Find me xoxo ←

It was a new world record. You’d lost sight of your roommates the moment you walked in. Not all that bummed about it, you headed to the kitchen. You had been promised your favorite drink. Gaara and Kankuro are stationed in the kitchen. Their only job is to make sure that the drinks stay clean. A shutter rushes over you as you think about how the house had been your freshman year. A hand rubs at your forearm, the pink and shiny scar a reminder of the hell that broke out that night. Grabbing your drink, Gaara pops the cap off for you, smiling as you take a much needed drink. The latter gives you a wink accompanied by a smirk. You flash them a smile before braving the rest of the party.

You hear him before you see him. Laughter and sharp words greet you when you step out into the backyard. There’s a bonfire, most of your friend group sits around it. Naruto and Kiba are bickering, both hotheaded and passionate about their beliefs. You can’t make out what it is exactly they're arguing about, you just hope it isn’t something stupid. Taking another swig of your drink, eyes cast down to watch your steps, a large hand wraps around your arm. You glance up to see Kiba. His large frame blocking out the light from the fire, but his grin still lights up his face. 

“There she is,”

“I told you I was coming.”

“Thought you got lost when your dumbass friends walked out here without you.”

Well, he’s not wrong is he? He had some faith in you, though, given he didn’t come hunt you down himself. But now that he has you, he isn’t letting you go. Time moves quickly whenever you’re with Kiba. One drink turns into two, and two into three. 

“Hey, the pong table is open!”

You yelp when you're yanked from your seat, tripping over your own feet as you're dragged back into the house. “Game face on, baby. We got a table to dominate.”

It’s never been like this intense before. Sweat drips down your neck. You’ve stripped down every layer while still remaining decent. Not everybody at this party needs to see you in your undies. Goosebumps breakout on your skin when a deep sigh comes from behind you. Nerves? Not a thing. Anxiety never seems to dig its claws in you. The only thing that ever sets you off is the impatient man behind you breathing down your neck.

This is the last shot of the game. The make or break of your winning sweep. You and Kiba always dominate the pong table, but tonight is something special. Or it could be. If only he’d take a step back and let you fucking breathe.

Slowly you turn, head tilting to clash gazes with familiar amusement. His brows shoot up into his headband, actually your headband – it’s your favorite color. He’s shirtless, when the hell did that happen? Probably started stripping down when you did. Jeans hanging low on his hips, the band of his underwear playing with the dark hair of his happy trail. His sneakers are toe to toe with your bare feet. It’s almost like a superstition. Or maybe because playing beer pong in high heels isn’t a smart idea. For you, anyway.

“Are you going to throw?”

“Are you going to let me breathe?”

His grin takes on a wolfish form as he steps into your space. Always by your side, never more than an arms length away. If anyone knows how to push your buttons it’s Kiba. If there’s anyone who isn’t afraid of pushing your buttons, it’s Kiba. You’ve been giving him a lot of slack lately. No pushback for all the bullshit he throws your way. Your lips purse, lifting your foot you step on the toes of his shoes.

“Bro, what the fuck.”

“Back away, Inuzuka. Wouldn’t want to scuff up those kicks.”

Your lips twitch when he huffs out a humorless laugh. As if he’s surprised by your audacity. Kiba takes a step back, his jaw clenching when you refuse to pick up your foot. Yeah, the fucking audacity.

“You’re mean.”

“You’re messing up my game.”

“Are you even playing anymore?”

You look behind you with a sneer on your face. Naruto and Lee stand there – Lee literally vibrating from all the energy drinks he’s had. Naruto rolls his shoulders, pinning you and Kiba with a bored look.

“Why? Want me to kick your ass that bad, huh?”

The group watching laughs, causing you to smile. Naruto gives you the bird before pouting. Another swig of your drink down and your shoulders loosen. Warm hands land on your waist, lips brushing against your ear.

“Nothing but water, baby.”

 “This is the winning shot, what do I get if I make it?”

There isn’t a doubt you’ll make it. You’re gloating now. A wide grin eating up your face as you roll the ball through your fingers.

“When’d you turn into a scammer? That’s easy fucking money. Everyone here knows you’ll make the shot.”

“What are you willing to hand over, Kiba?”

He’s silent, debating. You quirk an eyebrow as you stare up at him over your shoulder, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. He sighs, fingers digging into your sides. “Throw the damn ball.”

You can’t help but snort. It’s not rocket science, beer pong. It’s technique, all in the wrist. But don’t tell any of the meatheads that. God forbid you figured out how to beat the frat bros at their own game. Which you do every time you play. Taking a deep breath you position yourself, aiming. The hoots and hollers quiet down as you look from the red solo cup to Kiba. He’s beaming; smirk showing off a sharp fang. Slightly threatening, but boyish all the same. It’s a clean shot – you sink it without even looking.

The pride that flares in Kiba’s eyes sends heat through you. There isn’t a moment to think about it before he’s rushing you. In an instant you’re off your feet, a screech leaving you as you hastily wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl.”

Your teeth bite into your cheek to hold back your whimper. This isn’t the first time he’s said something like that. How easily he calls you pet names and claims you as his. He’s known you since you were a gap toothed little kid with knobby knees. The only one mean enough to put Kiba in his place when his mouth got away from him.

“Ki, you’re making me dizzy.”

He grumbles but lets you down. Not bothering to move away his chest brushing against your back with every breath. Not like you mind. You’ve never been one to shy away from Kiba. He invades your space, your mind, your dreams. 

“It’s not fair.” Naruto complains, downing another cup of cheap beer. “I want her as my partner in the next game.”

Kiba’s grip on your waist tightens when he looks over your shoulder towards the blond. “Over my dead fucking body. She’s mine.”

Snickering from beside you catches your attention. Ino and Sakura sit with their drinks trying to hide their smug looks. Oh yeah, you’ll never hear the end of it. They’ve been trying to set you and Kiba up for a while now. You don’t ever encourage their meddling, but you don’t put a stop to it either. Because there is a big part of you that wonders. It’s your little secret if the part that wonders happens late at night with your fingers buried deep between your legs. No one has to know. 

“What the fuck are you snickering for? Not like anyone wants you.”

The drink you’re holding gets slammed down on the table. Kiba pulls you into him as you choke on the liquid. You’re trying to breathe, but your laughter keeps bubbling up, making it hard. Large palms run up and down your spine, a soothing gesture. Finally gulping in some air you flash Kiba an appreciative smile.

He’s got a look in his eye, one you’ve never seen before. Goosebumps erupt across your skin. His gaze takes you in from head to toe; it’s predatory, wild. The hand he used to sooth you is now gripping the back of your neck. Kiba pulls you close, head tilted down, nose brushing against your own. You’ve got to fight to keep your eyes from fluttering closed. Warm breath ghosts over your parted lips, waiting. You nod, barely visible, but Kiba catches it. Warm lips meet yours. Firm against your own, but not demanding. He’s holding back, not wanting to put on a show. You gasp when his tongue lightly brushes against your bottom lip, and then he’s gone. Pulling away, leaving you only a small taste.

Clearing your throat you pick up your discarded items. “I need to pee.”

“Sure, babe. Let’s go.”

A huff leaves your lips as you follow after him. His large frame breaks through the sea of people, keeping you from getting knocked around. It gets a beat quieter when you hit the stairs. Less people, less chatter. Kiba bangs on the bathroom door, giving no time before ripping it open. Covering your mouth so the embarrassed couple doesn’t see you laughing. The poor girl has no time to adjust her skirt before Kiba is manhandling them out of the way. 

“Do your business.”

You wait a beat. “Get out.”

“Babe,”

“Kiba! I’m not peeing with you in here!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

That makes your temper flare. “Don’t compare me to your one night stands. You’ve only seen me naked in your dreams, but even that is lacking.”

In a blink of an eye he’s got you shoved against the counter. Hand wrapped around your throat, lips brushing over yours as he speaks. “Only because you won’t give it up.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You know me better than anybody. But sometimes, you’re so fucking blind it pisses me off.”

“I swear to god, Kiba, if you think you’re going to fuck me in this bathroom–” Your mouth snaps shut. You don’t even want to entertain that thought. But Kiba is grinning now, big and brilliant. A cat that got the cream. Makes you want to smack him.

“I knew it.” He whispers. “I knew you wanted me. Bet you touch that sweet pussy thinking of me, don’tcha sweetheart?”

No, absolutely not. You aren’t doing this. You manage to shove him away, a glare settling over your pretty features. You slam the bathroom door open ready to leave. You never really had to pee, you just needed a breather. Now here you are; stressed out and getting hornier by the second. But the chance to leave never comes. You never step out of the bathroom. Kiba takes this into his own hands –quite literally– and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Fuck you, Inuzuka. Put me down!”

“Yeah, baby. That’s the plan.”

You can’t fight him. Can’t ignore the heat that spreads through you. Your thighs would be rubbing together if Kiba didn’t have a mean grip on them. So you hang there, blood rushing to your head as he enters his room. He tosses you on the bed, standing there staring at you with a hungry, desperate gaze while you get your bearings. 

Grabbing your ankle Kiba drags you down the bed, smacking your thigh to get your attention. “Let’s go, baby girl. On your knees.”

“What?”

Kiba raises a brow. “On. Your. Knees.”

“You want me on my knees for you? You first.”

Hands grab at you, hastily undoing your pants before tugging them along with the black thong you wore down your legs. Kiba never takes his eyes off you as he tosses the clothes over his shoulder. His fingers tangle with yours, dragging your hand down your body, drawing your fingers up and down the seam between your legs, a sign you take to spread them. He doesn’t have to give you any more direction. Eagerly you dip a finger in, building up a pace before adding another. Placing one hand on a bare thigh, he holds you open, pushing his shoulders in between to get closer to you. A satisfied groan leaves you when he kisses your thigh. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, a laugh rumbling in his chest when he notices your hand moving faster and faster the closer he gets to your core.

“Kiba,” you’re begging. Needy, and desperate. 

His hand moves, expert fingers toying with your pert nipples. Back arching with each tug and twist. You’re mumbling–bite, bite, bite. With your own hand busy between your legs, Kiba pushes up on his elbows, licking a trail between the valley of your breasts before sucking one in his mouth. You whimper, hand now tangled in his hair, holding him tight as you push your tit into his mouth. He rolls it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it before sucking. Eyes wide, pupils blown out as he watches you teeter closer to the edge.

His hand trails down your stomach, fingers tracing over yours. A grunt escapes him when he realizes you’ve stopped moving it. He tsks at you, pulling himself away from your chest. “Don’t stop,” he commands, his hand gripping your now stilled hand and forcing your fingers back inside. No longer two deep, but three. He wants you stretched out and ready for him. He keeps his hand over yours, controlling the pace. ‘Come on sweetheart – fuck, like that.”

He watches you for a moment, before lowering himself back down. You jolt at the flat of his tongue running over your nipple. A low groan parting your lips when his teeth finally latch on to it. You’ve always been a sucker for pain. Especially with your nipples being as sensitive as they are. He could make you come just by playing with them alone. Dragging his teeth over the tender flesh, he flicks his tongue over it. How fast can he make you come like this? Applying more pressure to the hand between your legs, it's a race between your fingers and his tongue. 

“Kiba, fuck.” 

Your legs are trembling around him, your weight shifting back onto your toes. Chasing, chasing… Kiba bites down on your nipple, hard. You scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You look so fucking pretty when your like this, basking in your orgasm glow.

Knowing that your legs are anything but steady, you roll off the bed, landing on all fours before crawling over to sit on your haunches before him. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for your next order. He smiles down at you. Hand cupping your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, finding its way down to your bottom lip. He pulls on the tender flesh, watching as your lips part and your tongue automatically comes out. Waiting, hungry.

“Are you going to be nice?” You whine, scooting forward, wanting nothing more than the feel of his heavy cock on your tongue. “Good girl, baby. Take the whole thing.”

Both hands tangle in your hair. He doesn’t move an inch, letting you come to him. Your eyes prick with tears as he makes his way in. You love the stretch, no matter where it is. Slowly, slowly, you make until you're suffocating with his cock down your throat and your nose in his dark hair. 

“That’s it — fuck, stay right there.”

His thighs twitch when you hum around him. Your mouth is so soft and warm, he could come right now if he really wanted to. But that’s not what he wants, not what you want. All of this is just foreplay. Because nothing will compare to when he’s got his cock in you and you’re begging him to fill you up, to use you. He’s been dreaming of that for years. His eyes roam all over you as he steadies his breathing, taking in the lewd scene that’s all you. 

“You’re a goddamn daydream. You know that?”

Hand pushing on your head, you gag around him before quickly being pulled away. You brace yourself, letting him use your face for his pleasure. Tears stream down your cheeks, making your eyes sparkle. Cheeks hallowed, lips suctioning around him until he can’t take it anymore. Pulling himself out of your mouth, Kiba reaches down and wraps you up in arms only to turn and toss you on the bed. You’re pussy clenches around nothing when you see the feral look in his eyes. He’s grinning down at you, but it isn’t nice. He’s going to devour you whole. Crack open your ribs and feast on everything that you are, everything you have to offer. When he’s had his fill and he’s done, you’ll do nothing but say thank you. 

“Spread those legs. I want that cunt.”

It’s your favorite part, when he first enters you. That first stretch, the feel of his cock making its way into you. He doesn’t know it yet, but you need to feel how much it hurts. Maybe your as fucking feral as he is. 

He swiftly moves to his knees, a hand slides across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. It’s a silent scream, no sound leaving you. He’s big, so big, and he’s filling you up to the brim. It hurts, and you’re loving every inch that stretches you out. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap it around your throat. He loves watching you come undone around him, and he’ll never forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers. 

“Babe,” he grits, hand tightening, cutting off a little more air, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feel as he moves to kneel on one knee, the angle shifting somewhere deeper inside of you. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is shooting out above your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, high in euphoria only Kiba can provide you. Words are pouring out of you, but you couldn’t understand what you were trying to say even if you wanted to. Whatever it is he wants to hear. Whatever keeps him close, keeps him inside of you. You never thought you’d get to be like this. 

“Kiba, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down. You’re going to drown in it, and you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed.

“You going to come on my cock, baby?”

“Yes!  Please, please, Kiba. Don’t stop. More, more, holy fuck,”

You come on his cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Kiba groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you. 

“Good girl,” he praises, letting go of your throat. “Such a good girl for me.”

It’s quiet, apart from your labored breathing. Kiba’s thumb runs along your stomach where his hand rests. He’s laying halfway on you, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It’s a soft moment, one you don’t wish to break. But this time, you really do need to pee.

“Kiba,” he grumbles, digging deeper into the comfort you provide. “Ki, get up. I have to pee.”

He glances up at you, clearly fighting off a grin. “You gonna kick me out this time?”

“Kiba,” you warn.

“What? Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Fucking, hell, Inuzuka.”

He chuckles, lifting his weight off you. He smiles at your glare. Quietly you get dressed. Your hair stacked up on your head in a messy bun. There’s no saving your makeup. You wince at your reflection, seeing your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. Calloused fingers grip your chin, lifting your face so he can mesh his lips with yours.

“You’re a vision, sweetheart.” he murmurs against your lips. “Don’t think this was a one time thing.”

Your head tilts. “Oh yeah? You addicted now?”

“Don’t be stupid. I’ve been addicted to you my whole fucking life.”

“Are you going soft on me?” 

He grins down at you. “Oh, baby. We’re just heatin’ up.”

#kiba inuzuka x reader #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka x you #kiba x you #kiba smut #kiba inuzuka smut #kiba inuzuka one shot #naruto fanfiction

[animeomegas]

Omega!Neji x Alpha!Reader - Yours.

Congratulations to Neji as the winner of my first poll! (Also shout out to the literal two other people that voted for Kankuro with me XD) As promised, here is a Neji x reader wedding drabble. Enjoy~

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and both reader and Neji having consumed some. Suggestive content but nothing explicit.

It was almost 01:30 when the last of your guests stumbled off home, and 02:00 before you and Neji were able to start the short journey from the centre of your clan’s small compound where the wedding had been held, to the northern edge where your house resided.

As the cool air caressed your heated cheeks, you were grateful that the walk would be short; the alcohol, euphoria and exhaustion was mixing in a way that made you want to sit down. Even Neji, arguably the most graceful person you knew, was stumbling a little as he walked, leaning heavily on the arm you had linked with his.

Neji. Your husband. Yours. Just thinking that had a giddy laugh bubbling up.

“What are you laughing about?” Neji asked, his voice sounding a little breathless.

You slowed down and turned to face him properly, enchanted by the way the moonlight seemed to seep into his skin. The elaborate bun that his hair was styled in was looser than it had been this (technically yesterday) morning, with more strands than intended framing his face. A part of Tenten’s speech automatically came to mind.

“Neji insisted he wasn’t nervous, and that the date would probably be mediocre, but no one spends three hours and uses two hair masks before meeting up with someone they don’t care about,” Tenten had said, recounting the morning before yours and Neji’s first date.

“How beautiful you are,” you said, clumsily pecking him on the cheek. “Did I tell you how much I love your hair?”

“Once or twice,” he snorted, pulling on your linked arms to encourage you to start moving again.

“And the way you wore my clan’s traditional wedding kimono, I wasn’t expecting that,” you said. Honestly, you had almost cried and got a bit too horny at the same time which had been a unique experience. “I feel bad for every other clan marriage in the near future, because none of the omegas will be able to pull it off like you did. You look like an ethereal spirit in pastel green.”

“Personally, I feel sorry for the alphas; they will never be able to compete with you, to look as striking, to say better vows, to kiss their omegas the way you kissed me,” Neji’s voice trailed off quietly as he spoke, perhaps remembering the kiss.

“I know they will be happy forever,” Lee had said with a startling amount of sincerity during his speech. “Because I have never met any pair whose passion has burned as brightly! My rival and I have competed many times, but in matters of love, I will have to concede for the moment, because he has truly chosen a special alpha.”

The conversation fell silent for a moment. You tried to commit as much of this to memory as you could, focusing on the sound of the leaves rustling on the trees, the sight of the empty compound at night, the warmth and weight of Neji by your side. Perhaps slightly less romantic, you also noticed the way your feet ached, heard a few drunken mumblings from your guests also making their ways home, and spotted a wine stain on your top.

“We all saw how smitten y/n was during the vows, but what you didn’t see was all the terribly awkward pining that happened to get here,” Sakura had grinned at you during her speech, seemingly more than happy to horrifically embarrass you. “Like the time at Ichiraku’s ramen stand when I said Neji’s name and they smiled automatically, dribbling broth into their lap.”

Less romantic perhaps, but not imperfections, at least not to you; these were all signs that your day had been fun, and that was more important than anything. As your front door came into view, you were proud to say that you didn’t regret a single moment of your wedding day, and you told Neji as much.

“Surely it’s not over yet,” he replied, pulling your house key from kami knows where and unlocking the door. “There’s still so much we could do to make the last moments of the night… perfect.”

Your mouth dried up at the look he was giving you and you swallowed heavily. His lips were still stained slightly pink and you couldn’t draw your eyes away from them. How could one person be so beautiful?

“I’ll never forget the advice y/n gave to me before my fight with Neji at the chunin exams,” Naruto had said in his speech, winking at you when you had mouthed a violent threat because of what he was about to reveal. “They said ‘Try to aim for that stupidly beautiful face, pretty boys hate that’.”

“The things you do to me,” you muttered as Neji shut the front door and stepped right up until his chest was pressed against yours. It was common knowledge that Hyuuga had especially intoxicating scents, but the way Neji’s floral scent was filling your brain and clinging to your skin shouldn’t be possible.

“I’m more interested in the things you’ll be doing to me,” Neji’s whispered, his lips hovering about a centimetre away from yours.

There was so much pressure between you that you felt like it was burning you. It was building and building, and you didn’t know who would be the one to pop it first.

“But first,” Neji breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

Yours closed automatically, a heavy anticipation pressing on your chest.

“We both need a shower.”

Of course.

BONUS:

You had never showered so fast in your life, desperate to keep the whole endeavour less than ten minutes at all costs. Neji had showered first and taken much longer, but he had been disadvantaged in having to take off the elaborate wedding kimono, something you had done while he was showering.

Body? Done.

Hair? Done.

Teeth? Done.

Towel dry? Eh, good enough.

Eagerly, you wrapped the towel around you and stepped out into the hall, padding along the corridor until you reached your bedroom. A flash of excitement twisted in your stomach as you pushed open the door.

The sight that greeted you took a few moments to comprehend.

It was Neji, wearing only his short, silk dressing gown, the royal blue one that you loved so much, and laying on your bed. In many ways, it was a better sight than the one you had been using to motivate yourself in the shower. But it was also different.

Because Neji was asleep.

You crept over to him, arousal dropping into something fonder. Yep, he was asleep. His chest was rising and falling softly, lips ever so slightly parted and hair fanned out behind him like a dark halo. The sight of your new husband sleeping so peacefully suddenly filled you with so much emotion that it was difficult to bear. You gently brushed a stand of hair out of his face.

No matter, you decided, dropping the towel and changing into pyjamas, you had two weeks of honeymoon starting tomorrow and you would more than make up for tonight.

Once you were changed, you slid Neji under the covers before joining him, and with one final glance at the clock that proudly proclaimed it to be 03:37, you turned off the light and let all the positive feelings, new memories and the presence of your new husband lead you to sleep.

#neji x reader #neji #neji hyuuga #x reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #prose #reader insert #drabble #alpha!reader #alpha reader #omega neji #omega!neji

[breeofbree]

The Beast Within

Gaara x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You survived. ~ Temari

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Gaara #kazekage gaara #gaara x reader #gaara fanfic #gaara sabakuno #gaara x y/n #gaara imagine #gaara fluff #gaara x you #gaara of the sand #sabaku no gaara #naruto fan fiction #naruto oneshot #naruto imagines

[animexts]

Misunderstanding | Gaara

Sumarry: A little misunderstanding results in cute moments between Gaara and Y/n

Pairing: Gaara X Fem!Reader |

Word count: 1.206

English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. / Gif is not mine, I found it on Pinterest

I made up some events for the story to make sense I hope you don't mind

"Gaara! How are you doing?" Naruto says invading Gaara's room, giving the redhead a slight scare.

"Naruto, please have more respect." Y/n says entering right behind Naruto, and Gaara felt his heart speed up.

"She is here." Gaara thinks.

"We can do that, we've known Gaara since we were little" Naruto says smiling, and Y/n gives Naruto a light slap on the back of the head.

"It doesn't matter, Gaara is the Kazekage now." Y/n says and gives a slight smile looking at Gaara.

"That beautiful smile." Gaara thinks

"Sorry Gaara, but you know Naruto." Temari says entering the room.

"Don't worry Temari, I'm glad they're here." Gaara says, and looks directly at Y/n who is still lecturing Naruto.

"Do you want something to drink? You must be tired." Temari asks, and Y/n turns to her smiling.

"We're fine, thanks Temari." Y/n responds smiling

"Well, I have some things to do, but let me know if you need anything." Temari says, and closes the door.

"And to what do I have the honor of your presence?" Gaara says looking at his two childhood friends.

"Actually Gaara, we came here to give you an invitation, but actually this bighead lost his way." Y/n says pushing Naruto lightly, and he scratches the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry Gaara, I don't know how I lost."

"But what's the invitation for anyway." Gaara asks seeing Naruto and Y/n's smiles widen.

"It's for a beautiful wedding Gaara!" Y/n says excitedly and Naruto nods in agreement.

"That's right, we're very excited." Naruto says making a high five with Y/n.

"They will marry?" Gaara thinks.

"We really want your presence there, that's why we came here to give you the invitation in person." Y/n says smiling.

"Of course they would end up together one day, it was always them against the world, it was selfish of me to think she could be mine, I can't even be present in her life." Gaara thinks.

"Hey Gaara can you hear us?" Naruto says getting close to Gaara's face.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Are you okay Gaara?" Y/n asks worriedly analyzing Gaara's face.

"I'm fine, but I appreciate your concern." He says looking into Y/n's eyes.

He missed her so much, he thought about her so much every day, and now here she is, inviting him to her wedding with his best friend.

"Well, I'll be very happy to go."

"This is amazing Gaara, you are awesome!" Y/n says smiling brightly at Gaara

"That smile kills me." Gaara thinks as he watches Naruto and Y/n celebrate.

"I also wish you both happiness." Gaara says making them both stop and look at him confused.

"But how so?"

"For your marriage."

"WHAT?"

"Wait a minute Gaara, do you think the wedding is ours?" Y/n asks pointing at her and Naruto.

"I... thought so" Gaara says and Naruto pretends to vomit and earns a slap from Y/n.

"Y/n is awesome and all, but she's my awesome little sister." Naruto says messing up Y/n's hair.

"Why do you always do that Naruto?" Y/n says pushing Naruto and fixing his hair.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Gaara, but I thought you knew that Naruto is like a brother to me."

"Yes just like you, Kankuro and Temari."

"Forgive me anyway." Gaara says, and tries to hide the relief and happiness on her face.

"Trust me Gaara, if Y/n were to marry someone, it would be you." Naruto speaks, and Y/n and Gaara blush.

"Look who's here, sorry I didn't see you two, I was busy, what are you doing here?" Kakuro says entering Gaara's office.

"We live here to invite Gaara to Asuma and Kurenai sensei's wedding." Naruto says excitedly, and Gaara sighs.

"This is so cool, come on, there's a snack waiting for you two." Kanruro says, and Naruto flashes his eyes running towards the door.

"Thank you, thank you, I'm hungry!" Naruto says, and the two leave leaving Gaara and Y/n alone.

The two look at each other a little embarrassed and Gaara gets up, going around the table and facing Y/n.

"I can't believe you thought Naruto and I were getting married." Y/n chuckling softly, and Gaara looks away still embarrassed.

"You guys are so close." Gaara says, and notices the bandage on his forearm.

Y/n follows her gaze, and smiles at the worried expression on her face.

"I did on my last mission, I'm fine."

"I know it can be selfish of me to want you, since I can't be present in your life, but I want you to know that even though your heart isn't mine, my heart is yours, it always has been and always will be." Gaara says taking Y/n's hand and giving a light kiss on the back of it.

"And who told you that my heart isn't yours too huh?" Y/n says holding Gaara's hand, and bringing her face closer to his making Gaara hold his breath.

"She's so close, should I…?" He thinks, and feels Y/n take his other hand as well.

"Stop thinking so much and do something Gaara, it's your golden chance." he thinks again

Gaara closes the space between them and gives a light kiss on her lips, and feels the famous butterflies in her stomach.

This was their first kiss, and Gaara can't remember the last time he felt so happy in his entire life.

"Y/n you're not hungry oh my god sorry to interrupt you guys." Temari says opening the door and making the two quickly walk away scared.

"No, you just scared us, that's all." Y/n says letting go of Gaara's hand and he already starts to miss the warmth of her hand.

"Oh fine, go get something to eat, Naruto told me you were starving." Temari says smiling gently at Y/n who smiles back.

"Alright, we'll talk later Gaara." Y/n leans down and kisses Gaara's cheek, pulling away quickly and walking towards the door.

"You thought they were going to get married, didn't you?" Temari says as Y/n leaves the office.

"It was just a little misunderstanding." Gaara says returning to his chair with red cheeks.

"If they were getting married, you'd have a picture of a married woman on your desk." Temari says laughing, and Gaara looks at the picture on his desk, it was from the day he officially became Kazekage, and of course, Y/n made an effort to go see it.

In the photo the two were side by side, Y/n had her arm hooked through Gaara's and the two were smiling shyly for the camera.

"It means I still have a chance." He says softly but Temari listens.

"I think you always had Gaara." Temari says and Gaara blushes more.

#naruto x reader #gaara x reader #shikamaru x reader #neji x reader #naruto x y/n #gaara imagines

[kakashish0e]

Just this once || Gaara x reader

♥︎ Master list

Pairing: Gaara x Gender neutral Reader

No warnings for this one, just gaara having a rough time at the office and the reader is there to comfort him (but it does mention oral at the end)

Please ignore any word errors if you ever come across any. Thank you and enjoy ♥︎

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Gaara's first few months of becoming kazekage wasn't really that easy for him. The endless stacks of papers and the new upcoming chunin exams that was going to occur here in sunagakure. He had been up and awake for three whole days and never really had proper rest that he needed.

You always come knocking on his door to the office and check up on him from time to time. Just to see if he was doing alright.

You'd always ask if he'd want to take a little break and just stroll around the village for a few minutes. But it's always the same, "There's still a lot of work to do. Not now y/n,".

You'd sometimes get annoyed by it but nonetheless you try other things to get him to spend a little time with you. But today you just decided to stay in his office to keep him company in case if he ever needed it. So today you just sat on the couch in his office and did whatever that prevented you from being bored.

Like you talk to him about this mornings breakfast you had or you'd just talk about that his older siblings, temari and kankuro were bugging you and still asked if gaara asked you to marry him yet.

He'd still keep quiet and you were okay with that but you were still asking gaara about him getting a day off and spending an entire day with you. He still wasn't sure about it so he just said, "I'll think about it" and remained quiet for a good ten minutes.

-

Since you really had nothing else to talk about, you just got up and picked out a book from the bookshelf and started reading quietly on the couch. It was a few minutes of complete silence until someone knocked on the door and entered with another stack of papers for the kazekage to stamp.

He had no expression on his face but you could tell that it was absolutely bothering him since you have dated him for a couple of months now. You could tell the difference if something was bothering him and when it isn't.

As soon as they walked out of the office, you heard a groan of frustration coming from gaara. You looked towards his direction and seen that his head lowered down to rest on his forearms. You set the book down and got up from the couch, walking towards gaara to see if he was alright.

"Is there anything I can do to help, gaara?" You said in a soft voice as you placed a hand over his shoulder and pecked a small kiss on his cheek.

Gaara slowly lifted his head to look up at you and slightly smiled. "You really do worry a lot about me, I'm fine my love"

"You always say you're fine when you're stressed, please if there's anything I can do just tell me, do want water or a snack?" You asked but he just shook his head and went back to work. "Gaara you can talk to me, if there's anything wrong you can tell me, please" He sighed, and slowly got up from his chair.

Wrapping his arms around you and you immediately hugged him back, he kissed your temple and rested his chin above your head. "What did i ever do to deserve such a kind person like you, y/n" He said softly and heard You chuckle. You could feel his breathing, feeling the pace of his heartbeat which was starting to beat really quickly as he loosened his grip around you.

"So do you need anything, Lord kazekage?" You said in a teasingly voice as you looked up at him. You always knew when you call him 'Lord kazekage' It always messes with him. It doesn't give him any sort of emotion when other people say it, but when it comes from your lips. It just drives him absolutely insane.

- "Actually there is something that you could do for me, but i think you won't like it" He says in a low voice as his hand went up to cup your cheek, giving you a warm and gentle kiss. The ones that you always love receiving from him. He started to gently nibble and lick on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

You knew you couldn't refuse him since it was moments like these that were really rare and never really happened anymore ever since he couldn't find time for the both of you to be together. You slightly opened your mouth as a way of saying yes, his tongue automatically went inside, exploring your wet cavern.

Both your tongues intertwined together and moved around each other's mouth. As saliva leaked from the corner of your mouth while both of your tongues were fighting for dominance. Your arms around his neck, playing with his messy red hair.

-

You slightly moaned into the kiss and gaara slowly pulled away from you, seeing what a panting mess you were. "Gaara..." you said in a breathy moan as you try to catch your breath.

Hearing you slightly moan his name was more than enough to get him rock hard. He knew that you both had never done anything that was beyond make out sessions and if anything ever got too heated, you'd pull away just in time. So he was hesitant to ask you.

- "Y/n if it's not too much to ask, and if you're okay with it. It's very much appreciated" He said as he slowly brought you down to your knees, your face only a few inches away from his crotch. His breathing getting heavier each passing second, as he looks down at you and sees that shocked look on your face.

"Please y/n" He said in a panting voice as he pulls your face closer to his growing bulge.

"Just this once"

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[vote-gaara]

Only 2 more hours until the Choose Your Own Adventure Smut is released!

If you're interested in a Gaara X Fem Reader experience of a lifetime, then check back on this blog at 5pm ET.

Oh, and um...I wrote this smut to promote #VOTEGAARA so please...if you could, spare him a vote here

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[izumi-uchiha-anon]

💚 The Fierce Love of Rock Lee💚

Rock Lee x Fem! Reader

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“We did it! Neji, Y/N, we’ve passed the first test to become Chunin!”

An excited Rock Lee cheered with passionate fire in his eyes as the three of you exited the written exam hall. Neji had his usual smirk plastered on his face, whereas you were just happy to finally be away from that weird red-headed guy who kept staring at you like you were a piece of meat.

An involuntary sigh escaped your lips at the thought of the Sand Ninja and the way his piercing green eyes sent a chill down your spine.

“You again.”

Your E/C eyes widened at the familiar voice. No, it couldn’t possibly be him. Oh, but it was.

The three Genin from Sunagakure appeared in your field of vision, causing your heart rate and your anxiety to spike. The shorter, red-headed one named Gaara continued to scan you up and down in what seemed like disgust.

“You are Y/N, correct?”

Both Neji and Lee could sense that you were uncomfortable, but you stood your ground and nodded.

“Yes, I am. How do you know my-“

Before you could ask your question, Gaara scoffed and locked eyes with you.

“You’re really a Ninja? I find that hard to believe. You look so pathetic and weak… I should just kill you right now. I’ve been itching for some bloodshed and I think you could be the perfect victim!”

During the confrontation, Lee had been on edge. Not knowing anything about this guy and seeing how he glared at you just irritated him. But now he was degrading you and threatening you right in front of him? There was no way that Lee would tolerate that kind of behaviour, especially regarding his crush, you.

“Don’t you dare speak to her that way!”

Lee stepped in front of you and narrowed his round black orbs, ready for a fight. He knew that you could handle yourself if necessary, but that didn’t mean that he would let you take on this douche alone.

Gaara began to chuckle manically at Lee’s words, pissing the Leaf Ninja off even more.

“Why do you think this is funny? Y/N is an incredible Ninja and I am very grateful to be a part of her team. You do not know her like I do, so I respectfully ask you to shut your mouth before I do it for you!”

Your eyes widened at his words. No one had ever stood up for you like that before.

“Lee…”

Lee turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder and grinned at you.

“Do not fear, Y/N. I will not allow anyone to speak badly about you. No matter what. It is an honour to be able to defend you.”

Temari and Kankuro, the older Sand siblings, glanced at each other with worry, knowing that they would have to intervene before the situation escalated any further.

“Hey, Gaara… Why don’t you, me and Temari go for a walk and prepare ourselves for the next round?”

Kankuro laughed nervously and pointed towards a small sweets shop that he had spotted earlier that day.

Gaara, without moving his devilish gaze away from you, merely nodded and sighed.

“Maybe there is a brain in that small head of yours, Kankuro. Let’s go…”

With that said, Gaara turned his back to the three of you and exited the building, his siblings trailing behind with relief.

“Well, that was certainly… Interesting.”

Neji piped up once the three had left.

You exhaled sharply and turned your attention to Lee, who was also now only focused on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N? I have no idea why that Sand Ninja was so rude to you, but don’t you worry… I’ll be here to protect you until the day I die!”

You blushed and looked down at your feet shyly. Lee has always been this way about everything important to him, but for him to be feeling and acting so strongly towards you just… Made your heart melt.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Lee.”

Neji cleared his throat, reminding the two of them that he was still, in fact, very much there with them.

“I believe I left some of my ninja tools back at the training grounds, so… I’ll find you two before the second part of the exams.”

You and Lee nodded, waved Neji off and bid your farewells. You both were a little embarrassed about what had just occurred between the two of you with your teammate awkwardly standing there, unsure of what to do or say. Fortunately, you were now alone.

Lee grinned at you with a cheeky twinkle in his midnight coloured eyes and tilted your chin to make you look up at him.

“If it is alright with you, I would love to take you out on a date sometime. Is that… Something that you would want, Y/N?”

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat and smiled back at him with a nod.

“I would like that very much, Lee.”

***

(Hello! Surprise, surprise! It’s not an Uchiha boy this time! Should I make a Part 2? Maybe with Lee and Y/N a bit older? Anyway- Thanks for reading my Bushy Brow fan-fiction! Love ya!)

- Itami 🌸

#rock lee #rock lee x reader #fluff #chunin exams #naruto #naruto headcanons

[nejigirl5]

|Halloween! HCs | - Konoha Boys Edition

Since I couldn't finish the Kankuro piece (I severely underestimated the amount of time I would have today)... I figured I would write some headcanons about the holiday!

[]Neji Hyuga []Sai []Shino Aburame []Choji Akimichi [] x GN! (You) Reader

Prompt: You ask him to enter a couples costume contest with you.

(Alternates from Modern AU to Naruto Universe)

A/N: I was going to do something a lot more complex and long for this, but I really loved the plots so I will just save them for next year and write full length pieces.

Neji Hyuga:

You want HIM to enter a contest with you? Absolutely not.

Unless you really, really, really want him too... Maybe he'll make an exception. You never really know with this guy.

Of course he envisions something with some level of class, possibly inspired by European fashion in the 1700s or something.

But when you suggest your own idea... a feeling of regret already washes over him.

Two peas in a pod? Wearing full, head to toe green... He just can't.

"Apologies, Y/n... I just doubt that even we could pull it off." Truth be told, when you made him try the outfit, he really did want to pull it off. In the literal sense.

"Hyuga's should display class, Y/n. Really, I must insist we refrain from participating in this event. Unless... you want to get a different partner, that is." He smirked, knowing full well that you would never. He is your husband, after all.

You realize it really might be for the best, and why wear costumes when you could just sit at home and watch movies? A place where the world wouldn't be watching and he could be himself.

Sai:

If it's something that you want to do, he's immediately in. No matter how stupid he looks in the costume.

Actually he's rather a fashion critique himself, and had many interesting comments to give to the other couples. "A fisherman and his catch of the day? Do you want to brutally murder her for profit? Nonsensical."

"You don't want to win first place?" He kind of goes overboard, almost forgetting about you with his preparations. "So I was thinking... we should do a dance. Something that symbolizes a bee flying around a flower and collecting its nectar?" You two might have to enroll in an interpretive dance class afterwards.

After being near you for so long, it was easy to tell if you were bothered by anything. "Y/n... you seem distant. Is there something wrong?" He asked, though usually quite emotionless in public, around others.

"I just thought this would be more of a fun activity for us... not a huge competition." He seemed to get the hint.

In the end you both enjoy it, regardless of if you win or lose.

Choji Akimichi:

When you brought it up over dinner one night, it seemed you both saw the same poster hanging up at Ichiraku. He was going to ask you as well.

His love of potato chips has never faded since he was a child, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he brought them up as a costume idea. And asked if you could pick some up from the store for 'research purposes'.

It turned out to be quite a cute costume, and with Choji's pure passion being shown for the design, you obviously won. Whether said passion was for you or for the chips, no one will really know. "I mean... why can't it be both?".

"I really didn't think we would win against Kiba and Akamaru... It must've been pretty good luck." He smiled greatly, looking at the trophy in your hand. "They were disqualified! Akamaru wasn't even wearing a costume." You frowned at him. "Well everyone loves dogs!" He chuckled, walking into the kitchen.

It was somewhat refreshing to see a new trophy after so many from food eating competitions. "It really is good to mix it up a little..." You muttered, setting it down on the mantle.

Shino Aburame:

"It's a contest?" He asked, shifting his gaze from the flyer to you. "Yes! Isn't it wonderful? All the other couples are going..." You added, trying to be convincing, though to no avail. "And... it will be a great way to spread the word about insect awareness, being filmed and shown on television." He breathed in loudly, contemplating his predicament. "Fine... for the insects."

The next week was spent painting the large shells that would go on your backs. He made a dark, monochromatic one, made to look like his own.

"Too bad we lost." He laughed, surprising you. Your husband never laughed. "Are you feeling alright, Shino?" You asked, resting your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. "It was... more fun than I was expecting. It was nice to spend some time with you." You looked away with a slight blush covering your face. "I don't say this nearly enough, but I love you Y/n." You both smiled at the sentiment.

Little did he know, that little conversation was also broadcast live on TV. "I didn't know Shino had such a soft side..." Hinata mumbled, a mix of confusion and fear coating her face as she sat on the couch. She could almost hear the loud bursts of laughter that came from Kiba blocks away.

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