#kankuro fanfiction

[aaizawashouta]

Take It Off

pairing: kankuro x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

summary: it's been six months since you've last seen each other. you can't help but wonder if he's still yours like you are his. (modern!au)

warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) oral (female receiving), fingering, p in v, cream pie

a/n: this is my first fic ever for this show. I am on my second re-watch of Naruto, so lord, be gracious if anything is out of character.

It’s humid outside, the air clinging to your skin much like the dress you have on. Your heels click against the pavement as they carry you two blocks over. You aren’t close enough to hear the music, but gods, could you feel the bass. It’s the first party to kick off the summer. The sand siblings held a party every year and this one was no different. Well, maybe a little different. The weight of the necklace around your neck is a reminder of just how different everything really was.

The crowd is thick, the air intoxicating. Hungry eyes devour your being as you walk into the familiar home. The sound of your name catches your attention. A sly smile making its way on your face. All your favorite people are here. Your chest tightens a little. Sakura and Ino wrap you in a hug, compliments on your appearance pouring out of them. A bone crushing hug comes from behind you, venom on your tongue ready to bite when you turn to see Naruto. It dies, and all you can do is accept the affection he’s so graciously giving you.

Voices talk over each other, some getting lost in the music. But you know what’s being said. Talks of adventures, and completed missions. The relief of finally being home. The smile never leaves you as you partake in the conversation, you’ve been tucked up into Kiba’s side, his arm thrown lazily over your shoulder. Your best friend since damn near birth, it comes to no surprise that he’s missed you. Sighing, you turn your head, there is no ignoring the knowing gaze of Gaara. He’s been watching you since you got here, Temari too, just a lot more discreet.

“You’re going to leave a scar from your stare burning into my face.”

“You need a drink.”

The both of you stare at each other for a moment. The bass of the music vibrates through you.

“Naruto,” you call, breaking Gaara’s gaze. The blonde perks up at your attention. “Come.”

Normally Kiba would be at your side when it comes to this kind of thing, but that’d be a little too obvious this time. You hear Kiba laugh as Naruto makes his way to your side. If sunshine could be bottled into a person, he’d be it. He’s literally buzzing with energy. Eyes bright and slightly glassy, his signature grin taking up his face.

“Let’s get a drink,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you.

He nods, leading the way. His giant body parts the crowd a lot easier than you would’ve. His mouth is moving, but you can’t make out the words he says. His free hand flies as he talks, his whole body animated, eager to get his words out. It makes your lips quirk as you watch him. He really is a nice guy, a little clueless and impulsive, but nice nonetheless. If your heart wasn’t already taken by someone else, you could see yourself being completely owned by someone like him.

It’s in the kitchen when he lets go of your hand, lips brushing against your ear to ask what you’d like to drink. You barely hear him over your raging heartbeat. He’s here. Kankuro. He’s right there leaning against the counter, bottle in hand, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It isn’t him that’s getting you worked up though. No, it's the girl that’s hanging on him, doing her best to appear meek whilst shoving her tits in his face. Your nails dig crescent shapes into your palms, teeth biting into your cheek. Huh, maybe things are different now. Naruto, your saving grace, calls your name. You're thankful you were able to look away before you got caught staring. As if you aren’t embarrassed enough.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever is sweet and in a capped bottle, Naru.”

Your smile is sugary sweet when he winks at you. You fiddle with the chain around your neck, almost tempted to take it off. It went from being your hail mary to something that’s condemning you right back to hell. Maybe you made yourself a little too much of a target tonight. Your mind is attacking you and nothing has even happened. You pull slightly at the hem of your dress. It’s tight and it’s not moving—you knew what you were doing.

A snicker has you looking up. Instead of looking at the girl whose nose is the air with the audacity to judge you, your eyes meet his. A gasp gets lodged in your throat, making you choke on your breath. Fingers clinging onto the heavy metal that rests against your chest.

“Don’t think he’ll find what you’re wanting.” Her nasally voice mocks. “It’s rough or nothing around here.”

Your lips push in thought. This girl has no idea who you are. You aren’t here by word of mouth like most people. She has no idea a key to this house sits next to your own on the keychain in your purse. This castle welcomes you in, no matter what.

“Here, sweetheart.” Naruto says as he saunters up to you. “Easy to find when there’s four cases with your name written on it. Gaara really went all out for you tonight.”

Gaara. You need a drink. That’s why he’s in charge around here, you suppose. The guy just always knows. A light laugh escapes you. Naruto smiles at you quizzically, not completely understanding, but happy to see you happy. He really is contagious. Kankuro stiffens, you’re not sure if it’s from your laughter or the fact that Naruto is pressed tightly against you. Either way, you can see how he straightens, shaking the girl off him, his stare never leaving your face.

Ignoring him the best you can, you push on your tiptoes and lightly place a kiss upon Naruto’s cheek. You grin when heat blossoms instantly across his cheeks. “Thank you. Now come on, before Kiba hunts me down for a game of beer pong.”

One of the reasons you hate when Kiba hunts you down for beer pong is the fact that you guys never fucking lose. You’re a dynamic duo, carrying each other like a proper team should. Lee and Naruto are on the side of the table, frustration pouring out of both of them. Sweat beads along your hairline. Your hairdo long since forgotten due to the humidity; it’s now pulled up held loosely in a clip at the back of your head. There’s three cups left on the table, two for you and one for Lee and Naruto. It’s your turn to get the winning shot. You step into position, flicking the access water off the ball when you feel it. The heat of his stare. It’s taking in every inch of you never pausing for more than a moment. There’s nothing you can do other than freeze under such scrutiny.

Kiba calls your name, but you can barely hear him. Your gaze locks onto Kankuro’s. His eyes are blazing. Emotions swirling like a typhoon, desperate to drown you. He’s moving through the sea of bodies, shoulders knocking into others without even a backwards glance. He’s heading towards you and there isn’t much you can do.

Tearing your gaze from his, you squeeze your eyes shut. One, two, three. One, two, three. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, your eyes open, almost stumbling back because Kiba’s right in your face staring at you with a deadpan look.

“What?” You snap.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ Throw the goddamn ball and win the game. You can fuck him later.”

Your lips part as your eyes narrow. “Listen here, mutt—”

“Don’t act like you guys weren’t just eye fucking each other.” Kiba rolls his eyes. “Plus, if you don’t, I’ll lose fifty bucks to Shikamaru. So help me out, huh?”

You don’t even know what to say. What can you say? He not only called you out on your bullshit, but Kankuro’s too. Kiba smirks, patting the top of your head before moving out of your way. All water, no cup. Lee and Naruto moan at their loss, again, as they down their drinks. Kiba howls, kissing your cheek causing you to squirm away from him. He knows you’re annoyed with him and is trying to be cute.

“I need some air.”

“Two more games,”

“Kiba! Shika is right there, use him. I need to breathe.”

You don’t miss his knowing smirk as you turn and head for the backyard. It’s drastically more quiet and you welcome it. There’s a few people out here, most taking a smoke. Your hand twitches, you should have snagged one from Shikamaru when you were inside. You walk around the yard, pulled deeper into the backyard where the edge of the yard meets the sparse trees. A light laugh escapes you when the sight of an old, roughly put together fort comes into view. Instantly you know it was Gaara’s, a place he could hide when he was younger.

A shriek comes from behind you, a hand flies to your chest as you jump. Gods, you’re wound so tight, the fresh air you were so desperate to get isn’t helping you now. If anything, you’re desperate to go home and wash the night off of you. The more you linger, the more you feel like it’s been a mistake. Even if Gaara and Temari think otherwise. You finger your necklace, the thought of taking it off and leaving it behind dances in your mind once again.

How mad would he be? Would he honestly be surprised? Does it fucking matter? Yes. It does. Because you love him. You’re a goddamn idiot in love with a bigger idiot.

Groaning, your head falls back, clip loosening, hair falling to frame your face. Yeah, it’s time to go home. Four cases of your favorite drink and you only made it through one. You’re only a little bitter about it. Tonight was supposed to be fun. He’s standing behind you when you finally make yourself turn to head inside. His presence makes you pause, eyes widening as your stare meets his. It’s quiet as you both watch each other, neither of you sure of the next move to make. It breaks your heart a little.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you reply, voice light.

“Had a feeling I’d find you out here.”

He leans forward, handing you a bottle. Your lips twitch. You know it in your heart of hearts that it wasn’t fucking Gaara who made sure that your favorite drink was on hand. Rough or nothing around here. You snort, not when it comes to you.

“You been busy?” you ask, taking a pull as a distraction. Whatever will keep you busy. He’s got you on edge, you don’t need to show him just how exposed your nerves are. There’s double meaning to your words, let’s see if he answers honestly.

“Seemed that way, huh?” He laughs as he shakes his head. “No. Gaara’s been keeping us all busy.” You believe him. Kankuro has no reason to lie, especially about that. “So, you and Naruto, huh?”

He takes a step closer, eyes watching you closely. He’s close enough now that you can feel his body heat. His right hand brushes yours, pinky linking with yours before letting go. Your disappointment only lasts a second, soon his fingers are wrapping around your wrist, feeling how your heart beats for him.

“So, still falling for the bait, huh?” You laugh.

His eyebrow quirks at your grin. “Normally it’s Kiba.”

“I got smart.”

Kankuro nods, a small smirk tugging on his lips. It’s turning into a game, making you go from anxious to excited. You step into him this time, your chest brushing against his. It still amazes you just how much bigger he is than you.

“Always such a tease, puppet.” You gulp down a mixture of fear and desire as he applies more pressure to your wrist, your pulse racing madly in between his fingers.

He looks down at you, eyes dancing with mirth before they trail down the rest of you. It’s only a second or two when he pulls you in closer as his hand raises to your chest. You can’t help the strangled gasp that leaves you in a rush when his fingers pull at the necklace around your neck. Lightly, they trace over your skin, making you breakout in goosebumps despite the heat.

“That’s my name.”

“It is.”

“Around your fucking neck.”

“Yes.”

He looks so baffled. It’s almost cute. “Kuro, I haven’t ever belonged to anyone else.”

The door shuts behind you, your back slams into the knob causing you to hiss. You feel Kankuro huff against your neck as he holds back a laugh. Sliding a hand up his neck, your fingers tangle in his hair. There’s no hiding your smile when he groans.

“Baby,” the word is muffled against your skin. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Can always make it worse,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Your mouth at his neck before placing your lips at his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath all this.”

“What the fuck,”

You lean backwards, resting your head on the door. “You know what else?”

“Hmm?”

“I wore this dress just so you could take it off.”

“It’ll end up on the floor, baby. Might just rip the fucking thing off.”

In a smooth, quick movement, Kankuro goes to the floor. heat licks up your spine.You see his small smirk, large hands trailing up and down your bare thighs. You’d done a lot of things before, but never this.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, breathing shallow, watching him as his hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You can’t stop the moan when he kisses your ankle. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. You’ve been his since for as long as you've known him. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're fucking soaked, babe. Fuck, bet you taste real sweet, huh?”

“Sweet as honey.” It comes out in a sigh.

“That’s fucking right.”

You clench around nothing. Kankuro’s voice was raw, deeper than you’d ever heard it. He gave nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Baby,”

You huff, but nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Kankuro having thoughts about devouring you whole. You have to tell him, god, you have to tell him.

“Kuro,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Baby.” He says voice thick with arousal. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his teeth and it is exquisite. You whisper his name again, wanting him to look at you, to see you. Want him to know that you’ve only been a mess like this because of him. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, your hips buck, rubbing yourself across his lips and chin.

“Hey, I got you.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re drowning. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s because I’m made for you.”

Kankuro groans at your words. Fingers digging into your exposed thigh. You’re right on the edge. Just a little bit more. A simple push and—you cry out when his thumb brushes against your clit in a perfect circle. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

He groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, taking everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“Kuro—Kankuro, no. Please.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Be a nice puppet for me, please. One more, just one more.”

It shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips. Good girl. Of course you’d be his good girl. Whatever kept him here with you is what you’d be.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face, dripping down his chin. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. You hum into it, opening up to let him explore your mouth. Licking into him, you taste yourself. Odd, different, but not unpleasant. You're distracted when his fingers pump into you, curling into that spongy part of you that you can’t even reach. It hits fast and hard.

Kankuro’s chuckling to himself when he stands to his feet.

Your eyes narrow as your breath evens out. “Got something to say, Kuro?”

He grabs your hand and presses it against his groin. Even through the fabric of his jeans you can tell that he’s hard as steel and burning hot. “I think I’ve done enough with my mouth, hmm?”

“You going take me to bed, or fuck me against the door?”

His eyes darken at your words. “Baby I don’t know if I want to fuck you so hard the neighbors know my name, or fuck you to where you’re stupid for my cock and my cock only.”

You don’t say much as you get dragged over to his bed. Clothes are tossed on the floor. Kankuro curses under his breath when you pull your top off, his hands pulling you to him so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. You sigh with the building pleasure, hands combing through his dark locks.

“This won’t be gentle, I don’t know if I can be easy with you right now.”

“Are you warning me?”

Kankuro levels you with a look. “It’s been a while, babe.”

You trail your gaze over him from his head to his toes, lingering where his hand was working his length. “I think I’ll be okay. I know how to handle you. Always have.”

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. You fall back against the bed watching as he climbs over you. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on Kuro,” you say softly, arching your back to lift your hips. “Ruin me, I want it.”

And you know he wants to.

“You’re too good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he sinks into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, causing him to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he sits snug. You need a moment.

With a deep breath you nod, giving him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

��Kankuro,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders.

He nods. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are deep, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. Kankuro looks at you and your heart flips in your chest. It’s like he’s truly looking at you for the first time. He’s looking at you like he’s in love. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and open your eyes. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips. You’re waiting for him to break. Any second now. He muffles out curses, a hand trailing up and wrapping around your neck. The action has your eyes rolling back before you snap them open. Your walls flutter around him, and his grip tightens. A knowing looking glinting in his eye. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound erupting in the silent room.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Kankuro, fuck,”

“What is it?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Alright, alright.”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You can’t remember the last time it was ever like this. Swallowing, you know that’s a lie. It’s always been him. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls.

He's finally picked up his rhythm. Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, puppet. Missed the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the empty room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Kankuro readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like he said he would. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you asked for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Kankuro is there. He holds you into place, lips grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his necklace when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I missed you, baby. Always miss you.”

You swallow suddenly feeling shy. Kankuro pulls himself up, pushing loose strands of hair out of your face. He looks at you, really looks at you. Eyes roaming all over your face. He doesn’t miss a thing, never has. He knows you like the back of his hand.

“What is it?”

“Six months, Kuro. Six months of nothing from you. Then I come home to a leech on your arm.”

Even after he’s fucked you silly your feelings are hurt. Almost like a bratty little kid that didn’t get what you wanted. It didn’t matter that you had a point. He had all the time in the world to tell you he missed you, but he waited until you were right on the verge of giving up. He may be a master of puppets, but you don’t like being played with.

“You’re right. I should’ve made you a priority. I’m sorry.”

It’s not what you want, but for now, it’ll be good enough.

[eggtoasties]

star stains

Pairing: Haruno Sakura/Kankuro, Previous Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru

Rating: T for swearing and smoking

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: You can't tether a kite with gossamer threads.

AO3

a/n: It's been a long time since posting and came up with this story super randomly. I feel like in my past work, there was almost a formula, and things felt too similar across fics. Not that this is a huge departure, but I think it feels a little different?? Let me know what you thought, it feels good to be writing again!

“We should end things,” Kankuro says.

Sakura doesn’t stop portioning dried herbs and flower petals into two sachets.

“Why now?” she asks.

He runs a hand over his unpainted face and watches as she measures her handiwork to the gram. 

“It’s just time, I think,” he states simply.

“Can I at least finish my tea?” she asks, placing the silk muslin into two mugs. 

He fills shallow dishes with hard biscuits and listens to the water boil. Taking a seat, he studies the wood grain. They had built it together over the course of a week. He called it an intro to woodworking. She said his previous table--a concrete slab that used to be a workstation--was an abomination. 

In the early days of her diplomacy work, they’d meet at a dusty conference room in the village hospital to discuss a collaboration to share catalogs and samples of plants to advance research. Kankuro wanted total access to the Nara and Aburame libraries and Sakura told him she’d rather milk every spider species native to Suna than tell that to the clan heads.  

But now, she slides into the chair in front of him and sets his mug over an indent he had been meaning to sand over. 

“I want my notes back by the end of the week,” she says idly. “And I want to take the snake venom samples back to Konoha.”

His hair rises, but he ignores the urge to rub the back of his neck.

“You’ll leave?”

Sakura rolls her eyes and Kankuro can’t help the cold sweat that’s bloomed. 

“It’s been 9 months, Kankuro,” she says evenly. “My work here is done.”

“I thought it was done 3 months ago,” he snarks. 

“I was under the impression there’d be more to do.” She takes a sip of her tea and crosses her arms. “Let’s cut the bullshit, you and I both know I’ll win this game.”

He sighs. She’s right. There’s a reason why Gaara’s the Kazekage and Temari's the diplomatic liaison. He’s never really had the patience for roundabout conversations. 

“Out with it,” she snaps impatiently. “What is it this time?”

He grimaces. “It’s the council again. They want me to marry soon and--”

“You said you and your siblings were abandoning tradition after your father’s reign,” Sakura said pointedly. “Gaara said the council’s still scared after he lost his shit during the chunin exams.”

“I always forget he kind of has a sense of humor these days,” Kankuro chuckles wryly to himself. 

Sakura hides her mouth with a biscuit. 

“I’m taking partial credit for that,” she says through bites.

“He’ll miss you, you know.” 

“I’m sure we’ll become great penpals.”

.

Across a three day trek to the east, Shikamaru balances a cigarette between two fingers, comparing it to the clouds above him. 

“Sakura’s coming back soon,” Ino says next to him.

He rummages his flak vest for his lighter and sighs, “It’s about time.”

“She never really loved it out there, you know,” Ino says. 

He hears her start to sharpen kunai, quick and precise like their fathers taught them. 

“I always thought she suited Suna though,” Shikamaru says. “All the reds and oranges of the desert match her hair.” The methodical ringing stops. “And all the poisonous animals for her to have fun with,” he drawls.

“Shikamaru--” 

He interrupts her with a long exhale that she endures unblinking, even as her face three feet away from him becomes shrouded in smoke.

“What you did was fucked up and--”

Shikamaru covers his ears with his hands and groans. It had been nine months and he thought Ino would let it go. It’d been nine months and he figured she’d berated him enough for it. It had been nine months and he couldn’t help that he had felt immediately taken by Temari when she arrived in Konoha, just hours after Sakura had departed.  

“Can’t you let it go,” Shikamaru complains, “Sakura has.”

He listens to the birds rustling in the treetops surrounding them, the quiet buzz of the cicadas, and wonders when the first cool breeze will break through this late summer. 

“Just because she didn’t come straight back to Konoha and beat the shit out of you doesn’t mean she wasn’t hurt,” Ino says. 

He feels the daggers she’s shooting at the back of the head and she picks up her whetstone again. 

“And just because she didn’t come back,” she swipes at her kunai faster, “and beat the shit out of you when Temari broke the news to her instead of you,” Shikamaru burrows his head further into his arms, “doesn’t mean you didn’t obliterate her confidence,” she huffs. “And her heart,” she mutters. 

“I know, Ino” Shikamaru groans, “she sent me a very detailed letter about me being the scourge of the planet and sent a recipe for hair growth.” He drags himself up to a sitting position and grinds his half-smoked cigarette under his boot. 

“I felt like a fucking dick, but I figured she wasn’t that mad since she bothered to send a letter. And we had already ended things.”

Ino groans and throws her kunai to the side. “You’re a fucking moron, Shika.”

“Thank you, Ino.”

“No, I’m serious.” She throws her head back and groans again. “Fuck, give me a cigarette.”

He silently passes her one and holds his silver lighter out. 

“Sasuke,” Ino spits, “joining a terrorist organization really chilled her out,” she snarks. “Unsurprisingly, her appetite for violence was replaced with uhm, what was it again?” she feigns confusion, “right, depression.”

“God, I fucking needed this,” she moans and Shikamaru watches as the tip of the cigarette burns orange and gives away to ash.

Itching for a drag, Shikamaru busies himself with a stray pebble that made its way up to the rooftop.

.

“Look,” Kankuro starts, “Temari’s with Nara--”

Sakura ignores the dull throbbing at the base of her head.

“--and Gaara’s never going to get married, so it’s my responsibility as an heir to continue the lineage.” 

“That’s very selfless of you,” Sakura says. 

Kankuro deflates in his chair. Fights with her have always been like this. Bitter and sharp even though he knows it takes so little for her to smile. He thinks of a dark-haired ronin in his bingo book and the jounin who’s been keeping his sister away for months. 

He pushes away his mug and meets her eyes. Green in a way that would never occur in Suna. 

“I’m sorry I said I love you,” he says. “I know we said this would be casual, but I couldn’t help it.”

She holds his gaze and bridges the gap across the table, taking his hands in hers. Both warmed by the tea and calloused with years of work. 

“Don’t be sorry,” she murmurs, eyes slipping to his shoulder, “this was always going to be the ending.” She squeezes his hands and smiles.

“I love you.” And she says it with the earnestness that won him over in the first place. “I’m glad we met each other.”

.

“Whether she likes it or not--I’m sure she does not like it--Konoha is always going to be home to her,” Ino says, lying back on the rooftop. 

Shikamaru works on dislodging a stick between two shingles.

“You don’t think she’ll follow her mentor’s steps and travel the world?”

“As an alcoholic with a gambling problem?” Ino raises a well groomed brow. 

“Right,” he says. 

She ignores him and flips on her front, resting a cheek on crossed arms. 

“I thought she’d like it out there,” she says, eyes downward. “I thought she’d love bossing people around and teaching the hospital staff and feeling important.” She frowns. “I thought she’d find herself in Suna and maybe stay for a few years or meet someone, or--” she cuts herself off by closing her eyes. 

“I just wanted her to forget about Naruto and Sasuke and you, honestly,” she finishes.

He feigns slumber, but Ino knows better.

“I’ve missed her so much,” she says while rolling her eyes. “I miss her and Tenten and Tsunade and I know even you miss her a little.”

She rolls towards him and splays an arm across his neck. “Ugh, she’s never going to leave the village for some hot foreign shinobi. What a bitch,” she says fondly.

“Such is life,” Shikamaru adds.

“Messy,” Ino counters.

“Hard,” he agrees.

Ino groans, “Troublesome.”

[azurelyy]

🧸 with Kankuro (for the object that gives them comfort ask), if you don't mind. And thanks!

Hey, Nonnie! Thank you so much for the ask <3. Sorry this took a bit for me to get to.

Listen, if there's one thing I know about Kankuro it's that this man is a little cinnamon roll deep down. You were surprised when the two of you started dating at how gentle he was, and how unafraid he was with being vulnerable with you.

Always expressive, Kankuro beamed the moment his eyes landed on the tiny bat plushie you won him at the fair.

"Great job, babe!" He encouraged as the worker handed the plushie to you, your small hands caressing the soft fur with excitement. His eyes widened as you smiled over at him and shoved the bat in his hands.

"It's for you," you laughed. "Don't lose him, okay?"

And he didn't. He kept the damn bat all throughout your first few years of dating, and you hadn't seen it again until you were putting your clothes away into the closet of your new apartment together. The bat was at the top of an opened moving box, in perfect condition.

With a hammering heart, you grabbed the bat and turned around to see Kankuro leaning against the frame of the closet door, his hands crossed over his chest. He smirked at gave you a shrug.

"I can't believe you kept this," you murmured, standing up and meeting your boyfriend's loving gaze. "He's practically ancient now!"

Kankuro laughed and strode across the closet, embracing you. His warm breath tickled the skin of your ear as he whispered, "I promised you I wouldn't lose him, and I never break a promise."

[therantingfangirl]

Happy Birthday, Kankurō

Summary: Just when everyone in his life, including Kankurō himself, forgot about his birthday, he gets a surprise visitor who is intent on making the most of his special day.

Author’s Note: this is insanely self-indulgent and I should apologize for it, but I won’t. For more information regarding my OC, read here.

Pairing: Kankurō/OC

Word Count: 4.8k

By the time that I found out about @sandsibweek I didn’t have enough time to write for all of the days, but I did everything that I could to write for my love's birthday. So here's my entry for Day 7: Birthday/Celebration.

Warnings: mild language, slightly pervy Kankurō, lots of fluff that I didn't intend when I started writing this, terrible father Rasa

After months spent in meetings with the village elders as they argued over who should be the next Kazekage, when it was so damn obvious to anyone with a brain, left Kankurō wanting to shut himself in his workshop alone for the rest of the night. He swore that if he had to hear one more person question Gaara’s validity to take the role one more time, he was going to lose his mind. As if they weren’t the ones who had decided to place Shukaku into his little brother. As if they weren’t the ones who allowed his father to alienate him from the rest of them. As if they hadn’t treated him like a monster. As if he hadn’t—

Kankurō shook his head, forcing the thought away before it could take root. But he couldn’t deny his own role in Gaara’s isolation and ostracization. He was just as guilty as the elders—if not more so, considering he was his little brother. He could’ve told his father to shove it and stuck close to his brother. He could’ve helped him. If Naruto Uzumaki, a complete stranger from a village that they were trying to invade, could’ve gotten through to Gaara, then he could’ve done so a long time ago. But he didn’t, and now he was left trying to make up for over a decade of keeping his brother at arm’s length so that he wouldn’t end up dead by his hand.

Which was probably why he had found himself becoming one of his biggest supporters when he decided that he wanted to fill the hole that their father’s death had left. Better Gaara than him. Better the one who hadn’t abandoned his sibling when he needed it the most. How was he supposed to run a damned village when he couldn’t even stand up to his father? No, Gaara would be the best fit. And it’s what he wanted. Kankurō wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his mouth shut during Kage summits anyways. He was better off in the intelligence division anyways. Let him be the grunt that protected his village and his Kazekage—let him protect his brother in the way he hadn’t when they were children.

He ran a finger along the top of his workbench, mentally going over the different parts that he would need to fix Crow. He had gotten distracted during his last mission, sloppy even. One of his arms was bent at an odd angle and wouldn’t respond as normal to his chakra.

His gaze fell onto the origami Kankurō sitting on the corner of his workbench. The pieces of papers had been folded with care, each detail of his own face staring back at him so clearly. Even if his own hair had been replaced with what appeared to be tentacles, spiraling out from his scalp. A small smile appeared on his face as he recounted the events leading to the Amegakure villager handing her art to him.

“It seems odd that you’ve already met the woman who raised me and I don’t even know what you look like under that hood and war paint.” The redhead said, her hip popping out to the side as her lips formed into a delicate pout.

He had just met the blue-haired woman, likely only over a decade older than the girl she had raised, even though they had just met only days before. The woman, whom she had introduced as Konan, stood with the girl’s teammates, peering over the railing as they watched some creep from Konoha with bugs crawling out of his skin battle one of Orochimaru’s pawns.

“Eh?” Kankurō blinked, looking down at her. “Why do you care what is under the hood?” Sure, women had tried teasing the hood off of his head before, but when he challenged them on it, they would normally begin musing about how they believed he’d look like his father. And the thought delighted them. They wanted him to look like their Kazekage—to look like the man they thought was honorable and good. He never gave them the satisfaction of knowing that their musings were right—except for their impression of who his father was.

“I don’t know,” she responded after a moment with a shrug. “Is it scary? Is it even hair?”

“Of course, it’s hair!” he frowned, pushing off the wall so that his body faced hers. That was a first. “What the hell else would it be?”

“Tentacles” Kurono decided with a firm nod. “Or spikes, maybe even a fin?”

“Tentacles?” Kankurō barked out a laugh. “You actually believe that instead of hair, I have tentacles growing from my head?”

“Anything could happen, Kitty.”

“What would that even look like?” he mused. Either this girl had seen some messed-up shit in her time, or she had an incredible imagination.

She grinned and stuck her hand out. Her brows knit together in concentration and slips of paper shot out of the pouch on the outside of her thigh, flying into her hand and folding in on themselves until all that was left was a paper rendition of Kankurō’s head. The only difference in her muse and her creation was that his hood was gone and where hair should be, tentacles shot out in every direction. She smiled at it, clearly pleased with herself, before handing it to him.

“This is the weirdest gift anyone has ever given me,” he admitted, staring down at it. Despite his words, he grinned down at the sheets of paper and his eyes shone down at his likeness. The rendering was exact to the smallest detail, even the slight indentions that represented his face paint were perfectly placed. It was the weirdest, yet most thoughtful gift he had ever been given.

Kankurō tilted his head to the side as he stared at it. He remembered putting the paper sculpture on his nightstand just a month before, and he hadn’t touched it since. He had looked at the rendering almost every day for the last ten months, and he knew that the original was made out of white paper, not this gray shade staring back at him. His head snapped up, dark eyes flickering around his bedroom when he saw movement and a splash of red from the corner of his eye.

He flexed his fingers, conjuring his chakra strings and letting them spill out across the room. “Just one question,” he started, turning slowly as he looked towards his bed, his strings snaking around the furniture and circling around a thin wrist, “what the hell are you doing in Suna?” He curled his finger, yanking the chakra string back towards him.

The string grew taut with the effort and a tanned arm came shooting out from behind the bed. A familiar yelp sounded out from the area before the owner of the voice jumped up from her hiding spot. Her strands of red hair splayed out around her with the motion. She rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes tightly shut as her lips were split into an apologetic smile.

“I asked you a question, you know.”

Her hand froze and her eyes slowly opened. Sparkling amber eyes slowly flicked over his body, taking in whatever differences she could see had transpired in his appearance since the chunin exams. He took the moment of her appraisal to look her over himself.

Not that she had changed too much. Same height, even though he had grown by five centimeters. Her forehead must have only reached his chest now. Her arm came back down to her side, her hand fitting onto the dip of her hip. Her middle finger rested lightly on her bare stomach, just to the side of her belly button. Her outfit had changed since the chunin exams, the black dress that had only covered the right side of her body was gone and replaced by a sleeveless, mesh turtle neck, covered by a gray vest that could hardly be considered an actual covering. White wrappings decorated her right thigh, right underneath the pouch she kept her slips of paper in. She wore the same shinobi-standard shoes, yet they were thigh high and had an inch of fishnets peeking out above them. Her hitai-ate was affixed around her bicep. Her sword was nowhere in sight, but he was sure she likely had stored it in a scroll—that weapon had been a deadly extension of her arm during the chunin exams and there was no way she had stopped using it.

She straightened up under his scrutiny, the movement making her chest stick out even more than they did when she was relaxed. His gaze stayed on the area, marking the way they heaved with her sigh.

“Eyes are up here, Kitty.” She snapped along with her words, her fingers waving up towards her face.

Slowly, he dragged his eyes back up to meet her eyes. He gave her a lazy grin as she rolled her eyes at him. He released her wrist from the chakra strings and drew them back to him. “You know, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Ah,” she hummed. “That. Yes. I was nearby.”

“You just happened to be near Suna?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”

Kankuro shook his head at her slowly. “I guess not.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “What are you doing in my room?”

She huffed loudly, her lips forming a pout once again. She bent over his bed and moved his pillow to the side, revealing a purple origami rendering of himself tucked up against the other pillow. “I was trying to hide sixteen of these, but I only managed to get three tucked away before you got back.”

“Sixte—” he blinked slowly as a surprised laugh fell from his lips. Right, it was May 15th. He had completely forgotten himself—he had spent all day so far surrounded by his family and the elders and not one person had even remembered enough to mention it. “So you came all this way and snuck into my bedroom just to hide origami sculptures of me for my birthday?”

“You only turn sixteen once, right?” she raised her eyebrows at him with a grin. “Besides, you spent my seventeenth with me, so I may as well spend your sixteenth with you.”

“Ah, but that was an accident so it—”

She cut him off by bumping him with her hip. “Okay, so you didn’t know it was my birthday when you sat down to have lunch with me, but once you knew, you did spend the rest of the day with me, even when the twins completely forgot.” She plucked the origami sculpture from his pillow and flicked out her wrist. The papers slid out from the palm of her hand and flew back to the workbench, folding back carefully into his rendering. “You should’ve been gone longer. It would’ve given me the time I needed.”

“Sorry that I came back to my room.”

“As you should be. Now, come on, show me around your village.”

Kankurō raised an eyebrow at her, letting his hands fall onto his hips. “It’s my birthday and you want me to escort your ass around my village?”

“Well, it’s not like I know it.” She huffed and rolled her shoulders back at him. “I’ll perch myself on your arm and make all the girls jealous.” She tapped her fingers alongside his bicep before hooking her arm in his. She patted the spot she had tapped and gave it a soft squeeze. “I’ll ooo and ah over these muscles and say how chivalrous you are.”

“I’ll show you around.” He shook his head at her and turned around, dragging her with him. “No need to ooo and ah, all right?”

“Deal.” She began to unhook her arm from his, but he held firm, keeping them connected. She grinned before gesturing in front of them. “Lead the way.”

 Kankurō wasn’t even entirely sure what it was that she would want to see, but he guessed that he hadn’t known what she would want to do during the chunin exams on her birthday, but he had figured it out in the end. He led her out of the Kazekage palace and back out to the village. She looked around at their surroundings, that grin never once leaving her face. Her head was tilted back, just slightly as if she couldn’t bear to risk losing the feeling of the sun against her skin.

“Hey, Red?”

“Hmm?” she looked up at him from under her lashes, though she didn’t slow her pace at all.

“How did you get into the village? Or into my bedroom?”

“Ah. Yes, that one you should probably take up with your village. They didn’t even blink at my slips of paper flying over the gates and right to the Kazekage palace.”

“And how did you know how to get to my room?”

A light dusting of pink flushed up from underneath her shirt and up her cheeks. “Oh, I just kept going into rooms until I found it.”

“And how did you know it was mine?

She rolled her eyes at him, giving his arm a soft pat. “The puppets kinda gave it away, Kitty.”

“I guess they would,” he conceded quietly. “Just looked for the creepiest room you could find then, eh?”

Kurono frowned up at him, the first time since she had shown up in his room that she dropped that grin. “Your puppets aren’t creepy.”

His steps faltered and she halted immediately. Most people—especially girls—said that his puppets gave them the creeps. The majority of them would complain when he brought them out.

“Do you think Benihime is creepy?”

“Benihime?” he blinked back down at her.

She sighed slightly. “My sword, Kankurō.”

“Well, no.” Kankurō turned to fully face her. He didn’t care that they were standing in the middle of the walkway. “It’s a sword. It’s an extension of you, and it’s your weapon. There’s nothing creepy about it.”

“My sword has a second blade that pops out from the handle and decapitates my opponent,” she reminded him dryly.

Not that he could forget—he didn’t think that anyone could forget the way she had lost it during the prelims and killed that Otogakure nin she had gone up against. How when his neck was being held by her two blades, not quite meeting to decapitate him yet, her chakra had gathered exponentially and her eyes had turned into something that no longer looked human. How she had clawed at his face when he growled something out at her, and then the two blades had closed with a flick of her wrist. How she had thrown his head at the proctor and yelled at him about how he should’ve called the match. He thought that the Konoha ninja were going to lose their shit at her brutality—but she was right, the proctor hadn’t called the fight when she had clearly won.

Kurono slid her arm out from his and stepped in front of him so that they were facing one another. She poked the space between his pecs, narrowing her large eyes up at him. “Just as Benihime is an extension of my arm, your puppets are an extension of you. They are your weapons, your means of survival. Each one is crafted for a different purpose, and they help you defend your village. They help you survive your fights. So they’re not cute, who fucking cares? Missions aren’t pretty. Battle isn’t delicate. Personally, I’d rather have a weapon that makes my opponent want to shit their pants than one that will make them doubt my capabilities.” She made her fingers walk up his chest and neck, letting them land on his chin and tapping there. “And it makes you look pretty badass, if I say so myself.”

This woman.

Her bright eyes flicked behind him, catching on something over his shoulder. “Is that what the girls in Suna think? That your puppets are creepy?”

“Why do you thi—” he followed her gaze. A group of girls he had graduated the Academy with were gathered behind them, whispering to one another as they tried to discreetly look at Kurono and him. Not that they were discreet or subtle in the slightest.

Hands slid over his neck and onto his shoulders. With slight pressure on his shoulders, Kurono propped herself up on her tiptoes and brushed her nose alongside the side of his neck, right below his ear.

“What are you do—”

The redhead slid her fingers back down his back and let them fall against the tufts of Crow’s hair peeking out from his holder. Her cheek rested lightly against his neck and her fingers intertwined with Crow’s hair.

She clucked her tongue before sliding back onto flat feet, withdrawing her hands from him and his puppet. “You can do better than them.”

He blinked back down at her. His mind was still reeling from her touch. How long had it been since he had been touched with so much familiarity? It had been years since a girl had tried to touch him like that—all up until the moment she found out that Gaara was his little brother. Back then, it was because they were all too afraid that getting too close to Kankurō meant that they would end up buried under sand. Now, the few times he had a woman want to get close to him it was because she wanted to get close to Gaara.

“They were intrigued by the way I touched you until I touched Crow. One girl scrunched her nose up in distaste, another made a face as if she would puke.” Kurono sighed heavily, staring back at the girls behind them. She narrowed her eyes into a glare at them. “I can fight them for your honor, you know.”

A surprised laugh escaped his lips. He smiled down at her and cupped the back of her head in his hand. “I don’t need anyone fighting for my honor, least of all you, Red.”

Kurono frowned just slightly up at him before loosening a breath. “Fine. Fine. But don’t say I never offered.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

At his words, her face split back into a grin. She tucked her arm back in his and began to drag him forward. “Come on, birthday boy, let’s get you some dinner.”

It was hours later, after Kurono had dragged him around to different shops and restaurants that he had been about a million times in his life, that he found himself sitting on top of the Kazekage palace next to the redhead. The sun had gone down about an hour before, around the same time that she had suggested that they find somewhere to just sit together. She told him to close his eyes as she dug her hand back into one of the bags she had procured at one of the shops they had stopped at.

“You’re not really going to make me—”

Kurono’s free hand swung forward, coming to cover his eyes. “Kurono,” he grunted, rolling his eyes at her antics.

“Just humor me!”

Kurono shuffled beside him before something was placed in his lap. “Okay. Keep your eyes closed, I need both of my hands.” She pealed back just her top two fingers. Her face was pressed close to his. “Kankurō!” she growled as his eyes met hers. “Close.”

He chuckled quietly, letting his eyes fall closed to appease the girl.

“Good boy.”

Kurono settled back down beside him, the sounds of her shuffling around filling the air. He felt a brush of heat near his torso just as she said, “Open!”

Kankurō opened his eyes, immediately focusing his gaze on whatever she had dropped onto his lap. A sponge cake sat in his lap, decorated with sixteen candles that were lit. He blinked slowly down at the dessert, trying to figure out when she could have possibly made the time to buy him the cake. He had been there the whole time, hadn’t he?

“Happy birthday, Kitty,” she whispered, lightly flicking on of the cat ears on his hitai-ate hood.

“When did you—”

A devious grin appeared on her face. Her fingers flexed at her side and slips of paper flooded out from her pouch on her thigh. They gathered behind the girl, coming together to create another version of herself. “Clones can buy baked goods when it’s necessary.” Both versions of the girl stared at him with shining eyes and bright smiles. And he just stared back. How did this girl, whom he had only met ten months ago, care enough to visit him on his birthday and take the time to buy him a cake? His own family didn’t celebrate his birthday. And he knew that he had bought her some food on her birthday during the exams, but they had been in proximity of each other. It was only natural that he would celebrate with her. But she had come here with a plan. Her teammates weren’t with her, so she wasn’t on an actual mission. She just genuinely wanted to be with him for his birthday.

Slowly, her clone disappeared into her pouch and her smile softened at him. The small bit of light from the candles lit up her face, softening her sometimes harsh features. She ducked her head, fixing her gaze back onto the cake in his lap. She cleared her throat quietly. “But you should blow out your candles before they melt into the cake. Don’t forget to make a wish!”

Right. The cake.

He tore his gaze away from her. He closed his eyes once again, and for once, he wasn’t sure if there was anything else he would wish for. He thought for a moment before thinking Don’t take her away from me before blowing out the candles.

She cheered loudly beside him, causing him to open his eyes to look back at her. She took the cake from his lap and made quick work of the candles. She tugged a kunai loose from her thigh holster and used it to cut the cake in half. She hummed to herself and handed him a fork. “Eat up.”

For once, he didn’t even try to argue with her as he dug in. They ate their pieces in silence, taking in the cool, night air. When she was finished, she leaned back on her hands and let out a deep breath. “Well,” she said after a moment, “now it’s almost just like my birthday. We’re just missing two things.”

They had sat on top of the Hokage mountain for hers, though he hadn’t gotten her a cake. Besides that, he wasn’t entirely sure what else she could want. He lowered himself onto his back and tilted his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow.  

“Hood,” she said, extending her hand out to him, “gimme.”

“I believe that was your birthday gift.”

“Well, we’ll make it yours.”

“I don’t think you know how birthdays work. A gift is supposed to be something you want, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, I know. And I happen to know that you want to take it off.”

“You’re so sure of yourself there?” he chuckled, rolling onto his side to face his entire body to her.

“Mhmm.” She reached her hand out further, fingertips sliding into his hood. “I’ll put it on again.”

Fuck. He had liked the way she had looked with it on her head. He let out a defeated sigh and tilted his head towards her so she could fully drag it off of him.

He was rewarded with a soft smile in return before she tugged it off of him and plopped it unceremoniously onto her own head. She slid her fingers back up to his head, letting them lightly brush through his hair. She fixed the strands that had been flattened by the hood for a full minute until she let her hand fall back to her side, seemingly satisfied.

“What was the other thing missing?” he asked her quietly.

“Well, last time, we did almost kiss.”

How the hell had he forgotten?

Kurono tilted her head to the side and looked up at him, amber eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He hadn’t intended for her to get emotional—hadn’t realized that a simple pair of earrings as a birthday gift would’ve brought her to tears. But there she was.

She immediately tugged the black studs out of her lobes to replace them with the dangly purple gems he had found. The studs were dropped into the pouch on her thigh without a second thought. She procured her kunai and brought it up to her face, checking out her reflection in the blade.

“I love them,” she whispered to him.

And then she lowered her kunai and angled her face towards his. She rested her hand on his chest and whispered a quiet, “thank you.” She began lifting her head closer to his own, just as he realized her intentions.

Without a second thought, he ducked his head down to meet her. His lips hovered over hers, just about grazing them. And then she squeaked out and pulled back quickly. “S-sorry,” she stuttered out. “I have to go!” and without another word, her skin peeled back into strips of paper that were sent soaring over his head and into the air, far away from him.

“Ah, right. What stopped you that time, anyways?”

She hummed quietly, looking away from him. “A crow.”

Out of all of the things she could’ve said, a crow, had not been what he would’ve guessed.

“A bird stopped you from kissing me?”

A quiet laugh spilled from her lips. She turned to look back at him with a shy grin. “There aren’t any crows here tonight. I checked.” She raised her hand and rested it on the side of his head just as she raised her torso up until their faces were close to one another.

“Oh?”

Kankurō cleared his throat just slightly. “Well, that’s good,” he mumbled.

Great choice of words, really.

She laughed quietly and gave his head a soft tug towards her. Her nose brushed the side of his and her lips inched closer to his, just slightly grazing his top lip.

“There you are!”

“Where the fuck have you been all day, Kuro?”

Two male voices yelled out from the ground below.

“But evidently, there are teammates,” she mumbled against his lips. She sighed and pulled back away from him, head tilting to look down at where the twins stood.

Kankurō inwardly cursed their appearance. He squinted down at them—not that he could make much out from their height. Just two blond heads and waving arms.

“Would you two just wait?”

“You said that you would only need a few hours!”

“Well, I needed more!”

“We need to get going, woman!”

Kurono grunted quietly and got to her feet. “Rain check on that kiss?”

Kankurō took a deep breath and stood up. “Yeah, of course,” he grunted out.

The redhead smiled just slightly up at him. She got onto her tiptoes and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. She slid his hood back onto his head, her lips still resting against his skin. When she pulled back, he could see purple paint smearing over her lips.

On instinct, he raised his thumb up and wiped the color off of her lips. “It’s a nice shade on you, you know.”

Her eyes danced under the moonlight. “Oh, I can imagine,” she mused, in a tone that implied she could think of a few places the color would look good.

She would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

Kurono patted his cheek softly, whispering, “happy birthday, Kankurō.”

“See you around, Red.”

She smiled brightly up at him and stepped backwards, right off of the roof of the palace. Just like that day all those months ago, her skin pealed back and the slips of paper flew down to join her teammates. He could see, just barely, as she threw her arms around the boys and began leading them down the road. He couldn’t see much, but he didn’t miss how after a moment her limbs withdrew from the two and her fingers came up to her lips, and they lingered there for the rest of her walk out of his village.

Kankurō fell back against the rooftop and stared at the few crumbs remaining of their cake. And he had to admit to himself, he had spent his birthday much better than he would have if he had just shut himself up in his workshop to fix Crow. And if he was being fully honest, he would admit that spending his birthday with Kurono had made it the best birthday he had ever had.

Kurono tag list, even though they never asked for it: @mortyvongola2-0 @nightingaleflow and @justmyownreality

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Shino Aburame

Sample Size: 792 stories

Source: AO3

[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~

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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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[the-moss-project]

“Did he just…ignore us?” Guy asks incredulously.

Kakashi’s rubbing his knee, turning to look out the open door one more time. The snow is still falling and tire tracks line the driveway. He sighs. “Yup. I’ll go warm up the truck.”

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Within the forests of the Emerald Triangle in Northern California, The Moss explores a tale of mental illness, family, and the cutthroat world of marijuana’s black market.  

Illustrations for this chapter also available HERE!

[sentinelpri]

Single

May 10th, Day 2: Reunion/Parting @sandsibweek​

Temari and Shikamaru’s wedding isn’t exactly Kankuro’s scene, if he’s being honest. As someone who’s been pathetically single for the past- well, forever- seeing so many happy couples on the dancefloor makes him feel insecure and awkward in a way that he’s never had to experience before.

Then again, he’s happy for his sister, who’s finally found love and happiness after wasting her formative years taking care of him and Gaara. She deserves to have this, so he plasters on a smile and hypes her up for the event, only reflecting on his own feelings when he finds himself sitting alone at the reception. 

Most of the tables are grouped in sixes with the assigned seats, three couples to each table. Kankuro sees Naruto and Hinata, Ino and Sai, Choji and Karui, Kakashi and Guy, Anko and Ibiki, Baki and Genma, Kotetsu and Izumo, Hanabi and Konohamaru… It seems like the place is flocked with couples, with Shikamaru and Temari at their own head table, starting to slice the cake.

At Kankuro’s table is pretty much everyone who came without a plus one; himself, Tenten, Gaara, Rock Lee, Sakura, and Kiba. Though Tenten, Sakura, and Rock Lee get along and chat away easily, Kankuro sits there silently, his dark brown eyes flickering between Kiba (who is distracted by Akamaru) and Gaara (who is staring at Lee).

Kankuro holds his head in his hands. The cake is served, and it tastes of strawberries and vanilla that blends well with the white champagne he has sitting in the flute in front of him. Tenten and Sakura stand up and go to chat with Ino and Sai, which is somewhat of a relief. Kankuro isn’t socially awkward by any means, but he prefers his siblings’ company more than anyone else’s, so being almost-alone with Gaara isn’t too bad…

At least until Lee excitedly drags a blushing, stammering Gaara onto the dance floor.

While Akamaru takes a nap on the floor beneath Kiba’s chair, Kankuro and Kiba are left alone. The two men glance at each other, and Kankuro’s heart skips a beat much faster than it should.

Memories of the war flash through his mind. Memories of staying together in the middle of nowhere, covered in dirt and sharing a tent, curious hands roaming bodies and lips roaming lips because ‘why not, we could die soon anyway’. And maybe inexperienced teenagers having sex for the sake of doing it before dying at the hands of the Akatsuki was all they were back then, but Kankuro would be lying if he said his feelings for the Inuzuka hadn’t gone a little deeper back then.

Now, those feelings are resurfacing even though it’s been literal years and Kiba looks much, much different now. The younger man’s brown locks have grown out to just above his shoulders, and he has the beginnings of a sharp beard on his pointed chin. Though the red marking on his face and that familiar look in his narrow obsidian eyes remains the same, he’s different; taller and more muscular, too. 

“So, looks like we’re all alone, huh?” Kiba starts, taking the words right out of Kankuro’s mouth. “What a coincidence… Just us two again after all these years.”

“Yeah…” Kankuro mutters, because while he would usually be able to hold conversations with people in a social setting like this, Kiba is wonderful at turning Kankuro’s brain to mush. “What a coincidence.”

Akamaru suddenly stands up and runs off. Kiba is too distracted to command him to stop, so the big white dog rushes through the dancefloor, effectively tripping Gaara, who falls into Lee’s chest. Lee catches him right as Akamaru steals Baki’s cake and steps on Genma’s shoes. The chaos he causes has half the reception room cursing, but when Kankuro looks to see Temari and Shikamaru laughing their asses off and asking the photographer to get pictures of the scene Akamaru is causing, he doesn’t bother telling Kiba to wrangle the cute mutt. 

“You still single?” Kiba asks as Akamaru runs back to him, brown nose covered in white frosting and strawberry cake crumbs that he probably shouldn’t have had. 

“Uh, yeah,” Kankuro answers with a blush that he hopes is well-hidden by his face paint. Though he’s not at all disappointed that Kiba seems to be on the same page as him, he is surprised at the other man’s straightforwardness. “I haven’t really… Bothered, y’know, since after what we had during the war. How about you?”

Kiba smiles.

“Me, too.”

And suddenly, being one of the few single people at this wedding isn’t as bad as Kankuro thought it was.

“Hey, everyone, it’s time for the bouquet toss!” Temari calls out, much cheerier than usual on her happy day.

Kiba stands up with Akamaru happily trotting up next to him.

“Wanna come with?” Kiba offers and nods his head towards where Temari is standing on a platform with the bouquet of white jasmines in her hands.

“Sure,” Kankuro nods and follows Kiba to the crowd that’s gathered behind Temari.

Then, the bouquet is tossed. It soars past the front of the crowd and past the middle to the back where Kankuro and Kiba are. Kankuro has never cared much for traditions like this, but he does make an attempt at catching it, only to see that Kiba is also reaching for it when Akamaru suddenly jumps up and puts his paws on the Inuzuka’s back. Kiba stumbles and falls forward, still catching the bouquet but about to hit the ground. Kankuro rushes to catch him, only for it to backfire. Kiba falls into his chest and knocks him onto his back. Their faces brush, and their lips are smashed together for the first time in five years. 

One of Kankuro’s hands wraps around the bouquet to make sure it doesn’t fall and get crushed in this clusterfuck of shit, but when he opens his eyes, he sees that one; both he and Kiba have caught the bouquet, and two; there’s a circle of all the reception guests made around them, staring, laughing, and talking about what’s just happened.

To make the situation even worse, that knucklehead Naruto is behind them taking pictures and laughing his ass off. Temari rushes over to make sure they’re both okay while Shikamaru and his best man, Choji, snicker at the display over two glasses of champagne.

Kiba jumps up with the bouquet in hand and grabs Kankuro by the arm to pull him up

“I’m so sorry, man, are you okay!?” Kiba asks, then turns to Akamaru before Kankuro can even answer and scolds him. “Akamaru, why would you do that? I can’t believe you!”

Akamaru lets out a noise that sounds like a laugh, or maybe a snort. He lowers his head with a guilty expression.

“I’m fine, but you know, you should really train that dog of yours a little better!” Kankuro chuckles and reaches down to scratch Akamaru’s chin.

To his surprise, Akamaru leans into the touch and licks his hand. 

The crowd disperses and slowly starts to leave the reception. Kankuro and Kiba linger behind, going back to their lonely little table. Tenten and Sakura are dancing together, and Lee and Gaara have fucked off to God knows where together. The other couples have either left or are sitting at their own tables. Temari and Shikamaru go around to thank the remaining guests for attending, Temari with an arm over Shikamaru’s shoulder.

“You haven’t danced at all today,” Kiba says, but it’s not true.

“I did, too! Remember when I danced with Temari and Gaara earlier? It was part of the ceremony,” Kankuro explains in reference to the ‘father daughter dance’, which he and Gaara offered to do with Temari in Rasa’s place so she wouldn’t have to cut it out of the ceremony entirely.

They walked her down the aisle, too. Kankuro briefly wonders if their parents’ absence on a day like this is bothering Temari at all, but then he looks over to her and sees her and Shikamaru still beaming at each other.

“Oh, right, but that’s not what I meant,” Kiba says with a dismissive wave. “I meant you haven’t danced since the reception started.”

“Well, no one’s asked me to,” Kankuro shrugs. 

“Then I guess I’ll have to bite the bullet and do it myself,” Kiba grins, then stands up and offers Kankuro his hand. “Wanna dance, Kankuro?”

“...Sure, Kiba. For old time’s sake.”

[anishake]

Shikatema fanfic recommendation

A few days ago, I left a comment on a Shikatema fic, that hasn't been updated for over a year. It's a pretty cool Spy au that I liked very much at the time. Surprise, surprise in few days I get a response from author saying thank you and even an update!

If you love spies and Shikatema go and give the story some love!

[spoiled-bat13]

𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

A Naruto Fanfic - canon heavy, by me.

Tw: rated M for trauma/themes. Please read tags.

❤️⏳️🌵🏺

[vote-gaara]

The Sands of Time: Gaara's Story (Chapter 2)

Read Chapter One Here Read on AO3

Chapter Summary: Gaara and his siblings have surprisingly been promoted to chunin after their failed attack on The Leaf Village, but that's hardly a reason to celebrate. Gaara feels listless and sad, not knowing how to reincorporate himself back into the world he tried for years to shut himself out of. Thankfully his sister seems - at least a little - receptive to him, and with the upcoming annual Chunin Party, maybe Gaara can finally become accepted by his village. Meanwhile, the sand siblings' promotion had stirred up conflict in one of Suna's founding tribes. Will this spell trouble for The Sand Village and for Gaara? Will be finally get a friend???? (probably not) Enjoy! Words: 2126

Warnings: Sad Gaara, Rasa mention (cause he SUCKS)

Author's Notes: This took me a long time to publish because I am an idiot (no other reason).THERE ARE NO ORIGINAL CHARACTERS IN THIS CHAPTER.

Chapter Two: Eldest Sister

The morning sun had come over the golden horizon, pushing away the shadows of the night and banishing all the desert’s nocturnal creatures back into their lairs.

Gaara, too, returned to his home upon the sun's arrival, though it wasn’t the fear of the heat that bothered him much. Being born in the desert, he was used to it now - perhaps even built for it. Rather, his retreat inside was to avoid the villagers who were beginning to stir within the streets, chatting happily amongst themselves as they went about their day; a ritual Gaara found he hadn’t much use for, and which the villagers had no use for him, either. 

After his defeat in his fight against Uzumaki Naruto, Gaara found himself floating around in a listless limbo. He had seen the strength one could gain in friendship and in the sheer determination to protect others, but the concept still felt foreign and hopeless to him, like a desert mirage that could never really be touched.

With some bitterness, Gaara observed that every day that had passed since he had returned to his village from The Leaf, he had been suffering from a deep, unceasing ache in his heart. Of course, this ache had always been present in his life, but it had been lessened by his radical sense of self preservation: To kill everyone that he deemed similar to himself so that he may feel truly alive. Of course, it may have been a flawed concept, but the hatred kept him buoyant against the waves of the world’s ocean which had been desperately trying to drag him down to the darkness, into the depths, where he could be forgotten about in time. 

Now with nothing to cling to, Gaara desperately needed an ally, yet the outside world didn’t change for Gaara. People still avoided him, and he was aware of the hatred in their eyes and in their voices when they were forced to interact with him.

It wasn’t as simple as saying to them, “I’ve changed, please forgive me.” People don’t forgive that easily, and that’s even without the difficult fact that some of the villagers had a personal scorn against Gaara. There were some people in the village who had suffered directly at his hands; perhaps he had injured them or someone they loved, or maybe Gaara was the reason that there would forever be a cold and empty seat at their dinner tables where a loved one used to place themselves. 

Even to those who hadn’t suffered from his chaos, there were those who were wary of him out of caution. Rumors spread around the village, seeping into every crevice and home, just like the very sand that coated the land and wherever these grains landed, truth or exacerbated, they were swept up by the villagers and carried around as amulets of protection.

“If I just stay away from him, I’ll be safe!” 

It wasn’t fair, but it was just the way things were in that desert, in that space and time and existence that Gaara occupied.

“Perhaps those troubles were for another time”, Gaara decided as he skulked down the vast halls of the estate, heading towards his living quarters so that he could once again take refuge in his room. He needed to think some more, to form a plan and to learn how it would be possible for him to connect to the people of his village. 

Gaara turned the corner to see Temari coming down the hallway towards him. Neither of them were surprised to see each other as they had been aware of each other’s presence the entire time. Having the training of a Shinobi offered certain benefits to the five senses. A ninja could keenly interpret their surroundings outside of that of a normal person, and that was even if the ninja wasn’t a sensory type. 

“Good morning, Gaara.” Temari greeted him. Her voice was polite and conjuling, with her familiar submissive lilt used specifically towards him.

Neither of Gaara’s siblings had treated him any differently since their return, mostly because Gaara hadn’t seen much of them. Typically both of them avoided him at all costs, but whilst Temari tried her best to appease him when she had to face him, Kankuro usually had the nerve to pick fights and speak his mind, but that was when they crossed paths. Gaara had been strangely excited about the prospects of encountering Kankuro in one of these interactions and to show that he could handle them differently without threatening to kill him, but Kankuro seemed to have had very similar ideas as his younger brother as he, too, had rooted himself in his room and only left for the bare necessities. 

Temari passed Gaara without another word, but he had paused to watch her go. “Temari…” He offered quietly, his voice sounded rusty and dull. Temari froze midstep, her entire body ridgid as she slowly turned around to look at him.

“Yes, Gaara?” She asked, still with the politeness and still with the lilt. 

“What…” Gaara started, his brain was desperately trying to grasp some form of question for her, or perhaps something of interest to say, and yet he had nothing to offer. His mind was as dry as the vast dunes outside the village. “How…are you?” He asked clumsily, aware that his question lacked any indication of curiosity. Instead, it had some sort of an estimation type quality, like the tone used to caution a guess while answering a difficult question. 

“Um…Fine,” Temari cautioned, puzzled by her brother’s uncharacteristic banter. “And you, Gaara?”

“Fine…” He said slowly, unable to look up at his sister. 

“Good,” Temari said, “That’s good.”

“Yes…”

The two lingered a moment longer, both itching to remove themselves from the situation but not quite knowing how. It was Temari who spoke first.

“Well, I better be going, I’m training today.”

“Yes,” Gaara agreed, “I understand.” He turned away from her and continued down the hallway, hearing as her steps also picked up. Gaara was just about at the end of the hallway when he heard his sister call out once more.

“Oh and Gaara?” He turned around to look at her, surprised to see a small smile on her face. It wasn’t one that was strained and it didn’t look forced. “If you need to talk, just let me know. I’m open to it anytime.”

With that she turned and strode away, leaving Gaara in utter speechlessness.  

***

“The decision of the council is as shortsighted as it is disappointing. I had expected more from you, Joseki.” Tobacco smoke swirled around the dim room. A large, round man was sitting, cross-legged on a thickly padded cushion. His clothes were well-made, crafted with threads from far-off exotic lands, and he donned his tribe’s symbol on a beaded necklace among other trinkets. Bringing his pipe to his mouth, the man took a deep inhale, the orange glow of the tobacco embers lighting his face, of which his features were sullen and unhappy. “You have displeased me, greatly.” 

“Lord Kōji, I have done all that you asked of me, but the council’s first priority is to safeguard the village.” Joseki, as old as he was, sat kneeling across from the large man. Though his shoulders were tense, his demeanor was assured. “The majority ruled.” 

“The majority of the council flounders and buckles at any conflict that arises. When will the elders understand that all of their quick-fix strategies are what’s corrupting Sunagature?” Kōji growled. “My tribe has sacrificed good men and women, honorable shinobi, to this village and yet still we do not get a say in the affairs the council discusses. The Sand would be nothing without the Tsunzu tribe.” 

Joseki allowed his head to bow respectfully in front of the tribe’s leader, but he frowned deeply. “Though Lord Fourth’s children acted irresponsibly during their mission in The Leaf, they are skilled shinobi…” Joseki trailed off, he thought of Gaara and scowled. “Lord Gaara is a concern, but his powers may still benefit the village, and Lord Kankuro and Lady Temari have acted honorably.”

Kōji spat out an incredulous laugh. “I will never see Rasa as Kazekage! His promotion was another ill-conceived scheme. Had Lord Third returned, he would have laughed in Rasa’s face.” Kōji coughed horsley, mumbling under his breath in disgust, “Gold dust…Pathetic.” 

“I see there is nothing else for us to discuss,” Joseki concluded, his limbs shaking slightly with strain as he got to his feet. “I have done all you have asked of me. I had advocated on behalf of your concerns, but I must insist that the majority ruled when we elected to promote Lord Fourth’s children.” Joseki turned to leave the room, but stopped when Kōji spoke one more time.

“Those words,” Kōji growled, his eyes glinting like licks of fire, “are a declaration of war.”

“What do you mean?” Joseki demanded, outraged.

“You will see,” Kōji warned, “how Sunagature will thrive without the talents and hardwork of the Tsunzu tribe. Which is more valuable to you: gold dust, or water?”

***

Gaara’s room was dark. He had turned on his lights and climbed into bed to reflect, but he found even in his empty room, the brightness of the overhead light made him feel exposed; and so Gaara now lay with his thoughts in the darkness. 

Though it may be like torture to the average person, Gaara was used to spending time laying idle, as sleep was not something he had the luxury of practicing. In this time of stillness, he allowed his eyes to close, his mind to ease and he crept into his own form of sleep - or perhaps meditation would’ve been a more appropriate term. 

Suddenly he stirred, bolting upright as a sudden thought drove him to action. Peering at his calendar, he noted the date.

“The first of September.”

It was a date that Gaara knew of, but it had absolutely no meaning to him up until that very moment. It was the date of the annual Chunin Party; a time where newly graduated Chunin got together for the last night of irresponsible fun before becoming more serious in their careers…Or supposedly.

In reality, the annual Chunin Party was more of a popularity contest. The name was simply historical, dating back to the year where a record number of Suna ninja were promoted during the Chunin Exams, and who had decided to celebrate their collective victory with an all-night party. The story went that so many individuals were invited, that every ninja in the village had attended that first year. Now it had become an open event where ninjas of all ranks attended - and even those who weren’t ninjas at all. It was as simple as being invited and showing up for the fun.

Gaara had never gone to any of these parties before and he was suddenly allured by it, like he had been bewitched somehow. It may have been a foolish thought, but he reasoned that if he could just show up to the party, perhaps people could see that he had changed - Perhaps even he could even make a friend!

Though now he was struck by an obvious obstacle: The invitation.

Gaara had never been invited to the Chunin Party, and if he were to be honest with himself, he never really desired one up until that moment, and so just as rapidly as the idea came, it caved in on itself. Gaara reasoned that if he showed up invitation-less, they would simply allow him to waltz in out of fear, but for some reason that felt cheap and empty. If he was meant to go, the reason would be legitimate and intentional.

Sighing, Gaara stepped away from his calendar and glanced miserably around his room. “There’s just no use,” He thought as his eyes landed on his window. He could see now that the sky was beginning to darken as the day came to a close, and with a deep, sad inhale, he left his room to haunt the rapidly emptying streets of his village.

***

In the hallway Gaara encountered Temari again; her clothes dusty from her day of training. She greeted him kindly again, but this time her voice had taken on a more sincere quality than her usual lilt.

“Hello, Gaara.”

Gaara nodded at her, turning away from her almost on muscle memory but then something else took hold of him. “Temari…”

“Yes?” She was still slightly guarded, but her demeanor was more relaxed. The next sentence out of Gaara’s mouth surprised and startled both of them. 

“Could I…Come to the party?”

“Oh!” Temari exclaimed, her eyes widening and Gaara could see in them her mind was reeling. 

“...Oh!”

[azurelyy]

Could you do some NSFW KankuroxF!Reader? Bonus if it has anything with degradation, praise, or breeding kings. 🙏🏻

Hey, Anon! Thank you very much for the request. Writing this made me go absolutely carnal and it is very long... I am so sorry lmao.

Political Disclaimer - Please skip if you just want to get to the good stuff but I felt this was important to include. The overturn of Roe v. Wade is a decision this blogger disagrees with and if the subject matter of this fic offends you, please skip it. No kink shaming will be tolerated!

Title: Master of Puppets 🍋

Pairing: Kankuro x f!reader (Mentions Kiba, Sakura, Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara)

Word Count: 5k (Again, I am so sorry lmao)

Warnings: NSFW, breeding, degradation, dumbification, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male/female receiving), soft dom!kankuro, choking, bondage, loss of control, mentions of alcohol/rec drug use, drunk reader, overstimulation

This was not how he was expecting the night to go. What he was expecting was for you to come home, either stoned or shitfaced or both, and to beg him with your pretty, pouty mouth to fuck you until dawn; to let him ravish every inch of you like the possession you were, to tie you beneath him until you were squealing from overstimulation, to groan out his name in gruff delight until your mind was completely destroyed from ecstasy. 

It would have been such a good night, but you just had to go and be naughty. Kankuro watched you as you grinded against your best friend, your tiny dress slightly hiking up your thighs, your forehead glistening from sweat as you fully gave yourself to the music the way you gave yourself to him when he pinned your arms behind your back and drove you slowly out of your mind.

Your mouth was curved into a sly grin, innocent eyes locked onto Kiba, your head twisted showing off your lovely neck, making Kankuro want to shove his way through the droves of partying college students and mark your throat with his teeth. He watched you intently through the crowd, watched every curve of your body, every sway of your hips, every jiggle of your tits. His blood was coursing through him like a raging river, going straight from his brain to his groin, the heat pulsing his dick aggressively as his pants grew tighter. 

Kiba moved his hands down the front of your body as you continued to wiggle your ass on his crotch, always such a little tease, when you finally made eye contact with your boyfriend from across the room, the little knowing glint causing Kankuro’s body to light on fire as you slowly closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip seductively, adjusting Kiba’s hands to be resting on your boobs. That’s it. 

Kankuro shoved the stupid, drunk idiots blocking the path to the side and stormed toward you like a tornado, startled gasps and “watch it!”’s melding into the steady rhythm of the pop song playing in the background. Your eyes stayed locked on Kankuro’s as Kiba continued to breathe heavily onto your neck, hands roaming all along the front of your body. You smirked as Kankuro grabbed your wrist, his chestnut hair was styled the way you liked, all spikey and thick; his leather jacket was open, exposing his mesh undershirt that allowed you to see his abs and his taut chest. You hummed as you were slowly pulled off Kiba.

“Kankuro!” Kiba shouted. “My man! What are you doing here?”

“Yeah,” Your voice was slow and dumb, your tongue suddenly feeling numb. “I thought you and Gaara were hanging out?”

Kankuro gave you a look that you knew meant you had had way too much alcohol, a look of both concern and amusement, his midnight eyes scanning across your face with purpose. “We are.” He was talking at a normal volume, making it hard to hear over the booming music of the club. He nodded over to the bar, where you saw Gaara, Naruto, and Shikamaru all boozing and laughing. “But I didn’t realize this bar provided lap dances.” He pierced you with his dark gaze and it instantly sent any remaining blood in your brain straight to your needy pussy. You gulped down a mixture of fear and desire as he applied more pressure to your wrist, your pulse racing madly in between his fingers. 

“Ooh, right,” Kiba drew out each vowel slowly. He was drunk too. You were all so, so helplessly drunk. “I forgot that Naruto called you guys.” Kiba shrugged and kept swaying all around, gravitating towards another woman on the dance floor beside him. Kankuro smirked. I’ve got the hottest chick in here, no doubt about that; even if she’s stupid drunk.

“Yes!” Kankuro turned to see Sakura shoving her way across the dance floor, stopping when her gaze landed on him, two big mixed drinks in her hands. “Kankuro? Aren’t you supposed to be with Gaara?” Kankuro gave an exasperated sigh and used his free hand to smack his forehead. Was he the only one with brains left in this establishment? 

“Did you not see all of them at the bar?” He asked.

Sakura moved her head slowly, looking at the bar for an amount of time that let Kankuro know her reflexes were most definitely inhibited, before she let out a sound of acknowledgement and connected her eyes back to him. 

“Right,” She said thickly, shrugging. She moved her eyes onto you and squealed in excitement and shouted your name. “C’mon, let’s dance! I love this song!”

Kankuro studied your face intently. Your mouth was pursed and your eyes were in a far away land, dazed and blank. Your pulse was racing in your veins and your forehead was covered in cute beads of sweat that streaked down your face and onto your pretty jaw. You looked over at him with dilated pupils, a look that said please save me, causing his heart to skip a beat in his chest as he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Do you want to dance with her, love?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear.

You shook your head, stray strands of hair flowing around your beautiful face, and your body wobbled slightly. Kankuro steadied you with his arm as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the world, gripping onto the edge of his jacket gently. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to take her home,” Kankuro stated as Sakura now danced with Kiba. They both acknowledged him with a small nod before being engulfed in the crowd. 

Kankuro held your hand in his and guided you through the maze of the dance floor, hot bodies bumping against you and trying to get around you, but he held your hand firmly and ensured you didn’t get lost. You emerged from the crowd, the room seeming smaller and more intimate now that you were finally freed from the dance floor as he guided you over to the bar.

“Hey,” His voice was so far away against the music that you felt like you were in a dream. The men turned to acknowledge the two of you, their faces tinted pink from the burning booze. They all gave you their own wry smile. “I’m taking her home. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Gaara,” Kankuro turned to put his free hand on his brothers’ shoulder. “You good?”

Gaara smiled smally and nodded. “Yes, Kankuro,” He glanced at Naruto. “I’m always good when I am around friends.” 

“Aww,” You slurred, making everyone turn to look at you again. “Gaara! That’s so sweet!” You felt like you were melting into a puddle of joy as each man gave you their own version of a look of bewilderment. Kankuro pulled you closer to the bar and you heard him give the bartender your last name. You glanced around the room and your head started pounding as dazzling blurs of colors whirled all around you. Kankuro finished signing a receipt before pocketing a card, taking your hand once again and guiding you from the bar.

The outside of the club was absolutely freezing and your teeth instantly began to chatter excessively. You pushed yourself into your boyfriend for warmth and felt him shuffle before wrapping his jacket around your arms. You glanced toward him and he tapped your nose lightly with his index finger, making your heart grow wings and flutter away like a butterfly.

“But, Kuro-”

“I’ll be fine, love.” He wrapped his arm around you again and guided you back home through the dimly lit streets. The walk was quiet, your brain still banging in your skull as you started to sober up. The cold air clawed at your skin, cutting its way through your body due to your unseasonable wardrobe choices, the only warmth provided by Kankuro and his jacket. 

“I love you, Kuro,” You murmured as he continued to rub your shoulders gently, his smokey cologne reminiscent of a warm bonfire in summer. You reached your front door and he pulled your wristlet from you and searched through it for your keys, unlocking the door and stepping aside for you to enter first, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you straight to the bathroom.

“I love you too, puppet,” He kissed the tip of your nose and lifted you up by your thighs so you were now sitting on the counter. “Now, where is your face wash… hm…” He began rummaging through your bathroom cabinets, getting increasingly frustrated with each failed attempt, until he finally pulled back the shower curtain and smiled triumphantly. 

He grabbed your face wash and a small towel, positioning himself between your legs as he worked the foamy liquid all over your face, whispering praises and reassurances to you. “Good girl, it’s all right, just a bit more.” He then wetted the towel and wiped it across your face, giving you a small peck once he was finished. 

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” He cooed. “Okay, one more thing.” He reached over across your counter to grab your moisturizer, applying it all over your face. The cream was cool against your skin and you instantly felt yourself come back to life after the face wash had stripped away any amount of liquid you had. You smiled at Kankuro, tried to pull him to you by gripping onto his waist, but he merely kissed your cheek.

“Sorry, love,” He whispered. “Not tonight. You’ve been a bad girl.”

You whined and crossed your arms brattily over your chest, making him laugh lowly as he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He plopped you onto the bed with a quick kiss to your forehead, before turning to leave.

“Kuro, wait,” You grabbed his wrist and he gave you a confused look, lightly tipping his head to the side.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” 

“Horny…” You rubbed your thighs together and gave him your best pleading look, one you knew he had trouble resisting, as you reached your free hand out to try and grip onto the waist of his pants. His booming laugh lit up the room as he lightly dodged your attempt at grabbing him, swaying to the side as your hand dropped from around his wrist.

“Love, we can’t do that tonight,” He left the room before you could protest and came back a few minutes later with an icy glass of water. “We’ll snuggle until you drink two of these, okay?”

You groaned in response, turning your nose upwards in feigned disgust. He put the cup in your hands and gave you a stern look that made your already dripping core scream with lust. You pouted at him and he slowly began tilting the cup towards your lips.

He growled, “Drink. It.” That worked. You sipped, the ice from the water shivering its way down your heated throat. “Good girl.” He got into the bed next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace once you placed the water down, kissing your temple softly. 

“Kuro, please,” You purred, one last attempt at getting what you wanted, as you rolled over to face him fully, small hands stroking at his belt buckle. You ghosted your lips over his and you could hear his heart thumping in his chest at your needy touch, but he only smiled without moving. 

“Do you want to snuggle or do you want me to leave?” He asked, guiding your hands away from his pants and gripping your wrists together roughly. 

“Stay, Kuro,” You held his gaze and you could feel his want, saw it burning within his eyes, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in to you. You sighed and buried your head into the crook of his neck, placing gentle kisses against his Adam’s apple and allowing him to lazily draw circles onto your lower back.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” He said. “Now, what do you want to watch? We need to keep you awake so you can drink your water.”

You woke up the next morning to the sun creeping past your closed curtains, illuminating the room in a dim glow. You rolled over groggily, vaguely remembering the events of the night before, to find the space next to you was empty. You shot up, looking all around the room, but you couldn’t see any sign of him. The chair where he would usually throw his clothes before going to sleep was surprisingly empty, no trace of your boyfriend left behind. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and were about to go searching through your small apartment when Kankuro entered through your bedroom doorway, carrying a small bag and a to-go cup in either hand, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hey, love,” He chirped, handing you the to-go cup. “Figured you’d need some carbs after last night, so I got donuts.” 

“Thank you,” You murmured. You watched him place the bag down on your night stand, his rippling muscles emphasized fully by his black turtleneck sweater. He leaned down and gave you a loving kiss, his lips soft and warm. You pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking on it lightly, as you put the to-go cup down on your end table. Kankuro hummed into the kiss and gripped you by the hair, pulling your head away from him, cold air kissing your mouth from the absence of his lips on yours. 

“Do you feel alright?” You nodded. “No headache?” You shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened then, danger in the dark of his eyes. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He growled. 

“N-No,” You protested, grabbing at his shirt. “I just-”

“Do you remember what you did to me last night, puppet?” He tugged on your hair harder, hot tears welling in your eyes, as he forced you to look at him through blurred vision. 

“Y-Yes,” You whispered. 

“You do?” His voice was low and husky as he placed his knees on either side of your legs and dropped your head to the bed. You hit the mattress with a dull thud and stared at Kankuro, his body now towering above you, his brunette hair highlighted in the soft-gold morning rays of the sun. His eyes were brewing with deep desire, black as death, as he placed his hands beside your head, dangling his mouth over yours teasingly. Your noses brushed together lightly as you tried to crane your neck to kiss him, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Did you enjoy being a tramp for him, hm?” His voice was dark as a moonless sky. “Enjoy letting him put his hands all over you?” He was now sliding his index finger up along your body, slowly, his other hand supporting his full weight. His finger felt like blazing desire, burning into your flesh, your blood rushing down to your pussy in waves. 

“N-No,” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he played with your hard nipple through your tank top, your hips bucking upwards into his fully erect length as a small mewl escaped your lips, the tip of his cock lightly rubbing against your sweet spot. 

“Look at you,” He husked. “You’re practically begging for me. Is this what you did to him before I caught you? Did you get on your knees for him like the dirty whore you are?” He gripped your neck in his hand, pressing his thumb firmly on your throat, stars forming in your vision as you drifted through space.

You felt your throat close from the pressure he put on you, small knives piercing their way up your legs, into your stomach, into your arms, before he released you and you took in a ragged breath. Your head lifted slowly from the bed as Kankuro rolled from you and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you, pulling off his sweater. His toned stomach was pulling you towards him like a black hole, his muscular arms rippling as he threw the sweater to the chair; you could feel a small pool of arousal coat your panties from simply watching him strip his upper body. You felt yourself move down from the bed to stand before him, his strong hand moving in rhythmic movements, guiding you onto your knees, the cold hardwood floors stinging your skin.

You tried to resist, tried to move to kiss him like you so, so desperately wanted to, but his chakra strings had you fully in his control. Your puppet master smirked at you as he willed you to grab hold of him through his pants. His head fell back lightly as he forced you to unbutton his joggers, his dick springing free and lightly glazed with his earthy essence. You tried to speak but he moved your hand again, forcing it to stroke him gently, your words sticking in the back of your throat.

“If you want to be a little harlot,” He hissed, “Then show me what you can do.” Your mouth wrapped around his thick length hungrily, your head bobbing up and down as tears spilled from your eyes, your teeth lightly grazing along the curve of his cock. He made your hand stroke the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your pretty mouth and he bit his bottom lip, groans of pleasure escaping as you dipped your tongue into his slit and tickled his sack.

“That’s it,” He moaned. “Such a good little slut.” He felt heat coursing through his veins as he watched your small hand grip onto him with eagerness, the other teasing his loaded balls with your fingers as you choked on him lightly. Your hands were practically dwarfed from the size of him and it made the world spin around him as he tightly shut his eyes, pre-cum leaking from him and onto your tongue, the salty taste burning down your throat. 

“S-so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” He rasped. 

Your hand around him slowly gained control back from you as you felt a small tingle in your brain, signaling to you that your master had released you from his chokehold. He pulled your head off him by your hair and grinned down at you, leaning in and trapping your mouth with his, forcing his tongue past your lips as he tasted himself on you. The kiss was aggressive and hungry, ensnaring you in fiery vines all around your body. He moved away for a moment, pulling your tank top off and over your head, your breasts now fully exposed, hard nipples stinging from the cold as he pinched them between his fingers, before trapping you in his seductive kiss once more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he pinched and fondled your chest, tears fully falling down your face at the desire to feel him inside you, to gain some sort of release from his hellish torture. He nibbled your lip as he pulled away and looked down on you with storming eyes; looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, like he would both protect you from harm and inflict it upon you, a dangerous monster lurking in the shadows of your room, only coming out at night and forcing you to shout his name into the universe. 

“Up,” He commanded, gripping your waist and guiding you to stand. Kankuro let his eyes wander over the entirety of your body, drinking you in like a man before a Goddess. He examined your exposed breasts, your cute stomach, your clenched thighs, your cinched waist. You were like a pixie that came out to play with him, all innocent and sexy and dirty - and all his. He pulled you onto the bed by your wrist, placing your hands on either side of his head as you straddled him, his back fully on the bed, reaching his hand behind your head to pull you into a passion filled kiss.

“K-Kuro,” You pleaded, pulling away gently. 

“What?” He was feral, his thick fingers reaching between your legs to feel the sopping streak that lined your panties. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

Hot tears streaked down your face and onto his chest, the desire prodding and poking at your soul endlessly, before he finally swiped your panties to the side and shoved his two fingers into your hot core.

“Puppet,” He moaned, kissing his way down your jaw. “You like that, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” He pushed his fingers deeper into you, forcing out a desperate mewl. “Yes, master.” You corrected.

“That’s my good little whore,” He praised, teeth grazing gently over your neck. He bit down, licking your soft flesh, feeling your pulse racing madly for him as he maneuvered his thumb to harshly stroke your throbbing clit, his nimble fingers still keeping their rhythm inside your depths. Your body quaked above him, your head fell forward into the crook of his neck as you clung to his shoulders for support, your fingernails digging into his taut shoulder muscles, your legs the only things keeping you suspended as you cried his name out into the rays of morning sunshine. 

“Come for me, my pretty slut,” He thundered. “Coat my fingers like a good girl.” 

You breathed an endless string of curses and praises between moans of Kankuro’s name as you obeyed his every command, your legs twitching as your hot juices flowed out of you and slid their way down your legs and onto his fingers below. He purred against your neck, peppering it with kisses as he made his way back to your lips. 

“Fucking beautiful,” He praised. “You’re so fucking good to me.” He cupped your face in his hands and tenderly kissed you as he rolled you over onto your back. He trailed kisses down your body, his mouth warm and delicate and good, before he slid your panties down with his teeth. He removed them fully, pausing momentarily to kick his pants to the floor, and you felt your hands slowly move above your head, his chakra strings binding your wrists together. 

Kankuro had lived his whole life being in control. He yearned for it the way Hades did Persephone, constantly chasing control and seizing it every chance he could. His favorite thing he had control over was, undoubtedly, you. The way he could make you melt beneath him, the way you pleaded and begged and choked for him from the pleasure he inflicted upon you; it made him feel like a God.

He shoved two fingers into your mouth, willing you to lick and suck your own essence from it - to taste what only he could do to you - as he kissed his way down your neck and licked your perky nipple. You mewled through the pain, your body sending shockwaves between your core to your brain with each swipe of his tongue. 

“Fucking needy slut,” He thundered. “You want my seed in you, don’t you?”

You tried to speak, to even make some sort of intelligible noise, but then he removed his fingers from your mouth and licked his way down, down, down your body, lifting your legs up by your thighs, placing them on his shoulders and exposing your throbbing cunt fully. He hummed lowly, toying with your pretty clit using his index finger as he watched your face scrunch into a painfully lewd expression. He dragged the flat of his tongue across your slit, taking his time to explore the warm walls he knew so well, before reaching your nub and lightly blowing, cool air piercing through your body and freezing your brain. 

Little cries of master, please, you feel - shit, oh god - stormed through the air of the bedroom as Kankuro wrapped his mouth around your clit and started sucking, gently grazing, and licking your pleading button. The air around you became hotter than the surface of the sun as you felt your legs tighten around his cheeks. You tried to grip his hair, the bedsheets, the headboard, but your master had your hands wrapped in his strings, trapping you in your need and not allowing you the sweet release of getting your hands on something, anything, as he fucked you with his mouth.

Kankuro pushed two fingers into your dripping core, arcing them upwards to places only his deft fingers could go, as your legs began to quiver around his face, your sweet essence overwhelming his senses and taking him to his favorite ethereal plane where it was just him and you. You came again, chanting coming-coming-coming, your thighs trembling, hips bucking. He pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he drank you in like a man dying of thirst, trapping you beneath him fully, not allowing any part of your body to jerk or move away, forcing you to focus only on his tantalizing overstimulation, your mind turning black and numb.

“That’s it, love,” He whispered, giving your aching clit a final kiss. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Kankuro wrapped one burly arm around your shoulders, nails raking across your skin, as he maneuvered himself with the other to ghost his throbbing length over your heat. He pushed his tip against your clit, swirling it around, the pressure sucking your soul from your body. Your stomach twisted into another knot, craving his dick like the very air you breathe. He was right, you were a whore for him, and you needed him. Now.

“Please,” You groaned, your fingers twitching as your desire coursed its way to them. “Need you now, master. Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”

Kankuro captured your mouth in his as his thick cock stretched your walls, plunging deep into your core, his nails digging deeper into your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing into an impossible force against your entire body as he filled you up. All the pining you felt evaporated away, vibrations running up your stomach and into your neck, your eyebrows furrowed from the ecstasy of him in you.

“S-so tight, puppet,” His voice was pure evil, dangerous and deadly, his hand tugging at your hair. “Can’t be a slut with my baby in you, can you?”

He was lava in your core. You moaned, choked out his name, wrapped your legs desperately around his waist, but none of that released the divine, impossible pressure building just beneath your skin. Kankuro did that. He loved you steadily, thoroughly, thrusting deep inside you while he owned your lips.

“Please, Kuro,” You purred against his hot mouth between heavy breaths. “Let me touch you.” God, you were so needy for him. You were a babbling brook beneath him, bubbling and brewing as he nestled his cock deeper inside you, his hot mouth now moved to the shell of your ear and nipping at your earlobe, each thrust sending a shiver up your spine as he let out a ragged, burning breath onto your neck.

You felt your brain tingle again as his puppeteer strings released you, immediately gripping his thick hair in your hands, flames on your skin, lightning in your veins. You melted, your orgasm so powerful you felt like you might pass out, a desperate gasping sound releasing from your lips that might have been his name, might have been nonsense, might have been “Fuck-yes-Kuro-Coming-Fuck-Fill-Me-Up.”

“Fuck,” He moaned. The word tasted sweet on your tongue. “G-gonna come. Gonna fill you up so you can never be a dirty slut again.” 

“Do it,” You pleaded, clawing at his back like an animal, letting your brain float around in space. Your breaths were chaotic and heavy as Kankuro’s rhythm slowed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bottomed out deep in you and released himself inside your walls. He rasped out your name as his face fell into the crook of your neck, sweat dripping from his brow down his face and onto your shoulders as he twitched harshly deep inside you, his seed shooting straight into your soul.

He laid on you for a while, his sweet release filling you to the brim, as he lightly kissed your neck and collarbones. “It’s so much, love,” He whispered. “So much cum for your sweet pussy.”

You kissed his hair, smiling. “Mmm, good.” He adjusted, finally pulling himself out of you, hot white liquid pooling out and sliding down your thighs. He kissed the top of your head, leaving to retrieve a wet towel from the bathroom, peppering praises and recognition while he helped clean you up. Your heart was full as you snuggled into him, your legs intertwined together on the bed.

“I love you, puppet,” He murmured into your hair. “Do you want your donut now?”

You giggled excitedly as you leaned off his chest, smiling down at him. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He gave you a quick peck, unlocking his legs from yours as he reached to grab the bag from the nightstand. “Here,” He handed you the bag and grabbed the to-go cup. “I’m gonna heat this up for you. Are you up for a lazy day today? I’m beat.”

“Don’t you have to do stupid Kazekage-Brother-Stuff… or something?” You asked, opening the bag as the scent of sickeningly sweet sugar overwhelmed your senses.

“Yeah,” He smirked his signature devilish grin. “But Gaara should know better when he brings me to meetings in Konoha. I tend to get… distracted.” He gave you a look filled with dark desire, letting you know he would be filling you up again before dusk, and you smiled knowingly. 

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Please don’t ask me to explain it cause I can’t BUT this guy & this fish radiate the same energy. That is all.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Kiba Inuzuka

Sample Size: 1,827 stories

Source: AO3

[ahiyashi]

Happy Anniversary

Snyopsis: For your 3 year anniversary, your boyfriend got you a special gift

Tw: nsfw, oral, vaginal

Authors note: this story takes place three years after Temari and Shakmaru's wedding.

The night air sunagakure was cool and close to chili. The atmosphere however was plesant and light as everyone enjoyed the night festival.

You stood outside the kazekage's office, watching everyone enjoy them selves, waiting for your boyfriend to exit the building. You waited for 10 minutes, before he rerurned with a nervous look on his face. " Hey. You alright." You asked him while studing his firghtned expressions. Kankuro paused for a second, a scared look on his face. " Yeah why wouldn't I be. It's not like i'm hiding something."

In reality he was. Today's the day he would do it. He put it off for three years,he decided that it was time. He just hoped he could do it. "Anyway," he started out. " Let's go. I wanna get to where the best view is before the fireworks start."

You let out a light chuckle, and snaked your arm around his. As you two walked you took notice of your surrondings. Children playing in the streets. Shop owners closing early, wanting to see the fireworks them selves. Other couples making out or cuddlung. You then looked over at Kankuro. He had a blank look on his face and dead stared the road ahead.

He led you to the darkest side of the village, before he put a blindfold around your (e/c) eyes. The path Kankuro led you on felt like it stretched on for miles as he continued to lead you. "Wh-where are we going. I thought we were going to see the fireworks." "We are. This is the best spot to watch. I discovered it as a child and we are almost there."

After anorher two minutes of walking you finally stopped, and Kankuro stood behind you, and removed the blindfold. The view of the entire city was breathtaking. Kankuro even had a (f/c) blanket set out along with roses,strawberries, wine and two crystal classes. You had tears in your eyes, as he led you to the blanket to sit down on the buttery soft fabric. Kankuro then turned you to face him. "Happy anniversary."

"You remembered," you said through tears. Kankuro replied " how could I forget. Its the anniversary of the day you agreed to be my girlfriend. One of the happiest days of my life. I've been love with you the moment I saw you at the chunin exams." " The day you stared at my ass." You chuckled. Kankuro the grabbed your hand " the day I felt true happiness," he said making you blush. " The day I wanted you to be mine. I even imagined what our family would look like. You completed me back then, and my heart spit in two when I had to leave after the war." Kankuro reached out, and tucked a wild strand of youe (h/c) hIr out of your face staring deep into your (e/c) eyes. "The day you decided to come home with me after my sister's wedding was the day my life was complete."

Kankuro leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your soft lips. It honestly took you by suprise, but after a moment you start to kiss him back.

The kiss gets a little heavy, and Kankuro pulls you onto his lap. You two start tounge wrestling for dominance and after a minute you relent and let his tounge roam freely. You made a mental note on how his tounge tasted like peppermint.

You two broke and Kankuro immediatly started to pull your top off. He started to assault your neck, smothering it in gentle kisses before he moved to your collarbone. You let out soft gasps and sighs as he left a generous amount of hickys across your chest while unvlasping your bra and gently sliding the soft fabric off your shoulders. You pull off his shirt and admire his toned chest gently sliding your hands up the soft skin as you push him down on the soft blanket.

you then start the assault on his neck,giving him as many hickies as he gave you. You make your way down ,kissing licking and sucking the soft flesh, stopping at the waist line of his pants. You paused to see the outline of his stffining cock straing inside his pants.

You slowly begin to pull at the elastic of his pants, gently tugging them down his waist. Kankuro was a complete mess at this point, breathing heavily as he watched you pull the last of his clothing off.

You kissed at his thighs, slowly making you way to his twitchig erection. You gently grabbed the shaft of Kankuro's cock and started to slowly move you hand up and down, sending chills down his back.

"Baby dont tease me," he pleaded. You give a sexy but teasing smirk and reply " why? im having so much fun. Lets see if I can't make you beg for mercy."

You leaned in and placed several gentle kisses on the tip of his cock. You then took the tip inside of your mouth gently sucking and licking at it. Kankuro let out a low groan at the sensation of you mouth wishing you would stop teasing him and give him what he wants. You slowly take more of him into your mouth. You began at a slow pace bobbing your head and massaging his soft balls in your hand.

Kankuro let out a series of moans "baby dont stop" and "give me more". you realeased him from your mouth and started to pump his shaft in one hand while your other remained gentally massaging his balls giving light squeezes. Kankuro could not form actual sentences at this point. You felt his cock twitch in your hands and knew he was going to cum. You stuck your mouth back on right in time for thick sweet and salty ropes of his seed to fill your mouth and you swallowed every last drop.

Kankuro thought that after you sucked him dry,you would stop, but you kept going sending strong shockwaves through his body. This was a new expirence for him and the sensations drove him mad. " baby please its too much. Theres nothing left. Stop please." After another minute you gave him mercy and released climbing back on top of him to claim his mouth.

Kankuro flipped you over so you lay one the soft fabric of the blanket. He broke the kiss and had a mischivious smile on his face. "Now, its your turn to get tortured." His voice was low and husky making you immediatly regret torturing him.

Kankuro started to kiss sown your soft body. He stopped to suck on your right breast, and massage the left one gently. After assuring the right one was stiff enough, he gave the left one the same treatment. You were gasping and sighing wishing he would just hurry up.

Kankuro started an assault on your soft stomach,leaving a trail of saliva and hickies all the way down to the waist line of your pants and immediatly pulled them off, leaving you in your favorire (f/c) panties.

He placed his finger on your cloth covered clit and began to slowly move it in small torturing circles. You let out a small moan. "Somebodys all wet. Did sucking me off make you this soaked?"he pushed your panties aside and began to slide his hand up and down your slit collecting your juices on two fingers. Kankuro pulled his hand away and sucked on his fingers while looking dangerously into your eyes. He made a soft moaning noise. "Fuck you taste delicious. You might be my faveorite meal."

Kankuro rougly pulled your panties off and began to roughly assault your pussy with his tounge. You let out a series of loud moans grasping at his hair tugging on his soft locks. Kankuro made good on his promise to torture you. He roughly sucked on your clit as he added two soft fingers in your drenched hole searching for your sweet spot. You arched your back in pure bliss as he found you spot and began to roughly massage it and lick at your clit at a fast pace. You were close to cumming, when he started to slow his pace eventually comming to a complete stop. He released you clit from his mouth and looked up at your shaking form with a playful smile on his face.

"You don't think I'm just gonna let you cum that easily do you?" He said in a seductive low tone as he started to slowly finger you again sending vibrations in you body at the new sensation. " I'm gonna take my sweet time working you up, and denying you a sweet realease until you cant speak no more. Let see how far I can go till you cry for me to fuck you."

Kankuro made good on his word. He denied you three orgasms before you finally released on his fingers screaming his name. You felt total bliss as he replaced his fingers with his mouth and gave a few hard sucks onto your spasming pussy sending shockwaves through your body.

When he finally realeased, he climbed back on top of your trembling form to claim your mouth. "You think you're ready for me?" He asked in between kisses. You shook your head as he lined himself up.

He slid in slowly, your slick aiding him. Feeling Kankuro inside you was a feeling you never get tired of. You could feel every vein on his thick cock as he kept going stoping when he could'nt go farther. He paused for a moment staring at your rising and falling chest. He lockd lips with yours as he slowly started to slide out bwfore ramming back into you earning a loud moan as you nearly orgasmed again.

His thrusts were slow and gentle earning soft whimpers from you. You locked your lips with his as his pace begins to pick up. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his thrusts were getting deeper giving you another orgasm. All of a sudden, he stops. You give him a confused and annoyed look before he flipped you both so you were on top. "I wanna show while im cumming in you".

You rolled your eyes and began to bounce yourself on his hard cock. Kankuro threw his head back and groaned at the sensation. He put his arms behind his head as he watched your boobs bounce wildly while you are riding him. You were a moaning mess on top with how deep Kankuro's was inside you stiring your insides. After a few more bounces, you began to cum making a mess all over his twitching cock.

Kankuro felt himself getting close, so he flipped you over and began jackhammering into your shaking form while wildly rubbing his palm on your soaking sex. After a few more hard thrusts, he joind you cumming deep inside your shaking form. He gives you one final kiss as you both pass out with him on top of you.

~~~~~

You woke up sometime later freezing as the night air gotten colder and the entire village was dark. You realize that you and Kankuro fell asleep and missed the fireworks. "Kankuro. Babe wake up we missed them." You tried to sluggishly push him off. He sat up and looked you in the face. "Damn that sucks. The fireworks are the best part of the festival." You giggled at his response,pushed him off of you and you two began to get dresed by the light of the full moon. "You ready to go," you asked. "It's starting to get cold." Kankuro does not face you. "Yes," he replies. "But before we head home, there's something I want to ask you."

You look at him with a confusing stare on your face. Your expression changes to pute shock and happiness. Tears start to pour down your face as Kankuro turns around and gets on one knee with a beautifu ring in his right hand.

"This was my main reason to bring you here. I don't want you to leave my side. The day after the war ended and you left me was the most crushing day of my life. It made me realize that I don't want my happiness to leave me. (Y/N), will you marry me?"

You body shook and the tears in your eyes worsened. "Y-yes. Yes yes yes." Kankuro's face lit up as he stood and placed the ring on your finger. You two embraced and shared a passionate kiss under the moonlight.