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[trevren21]

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ 夢絵 ; selfship ; yumeship ㅤִ

Fake screenshot but make it depressing. 🫩

[sabaku-no-livna]

「 NARUTO | CHUNIN EXAM CATCH-UP 」

« Why would you give me your scroll? » Gaara asked, and rightfully so. Yukiko proceeded to explain what led her to the conclusion she was out of the game.

In this catch-up cession of the exam there was one subtle change of rules in the Forest of Death challenge: Anko did NOT say they had to get to the tower with the two scrolls in their possession as a team.  If Team 18 had been incredibly efficient so far in this exam, they finally crumbled when Tiago decided to continue on his own. He was well aware he was the most skilled of the three and the other two were holding him back. And that was it for Kaito who was already on the verge of a panic attack. He had given-up and decided to stay hidden in a bush until the end of the exam. Yukiko had discreetly taken the Heaven scroll from Tiago, but that wasn’t enough to raise Kaito’s spirit. So Yukiko just wondered off trying to find the entrance again but her poor sense of directions got her lost! But she too had given up. She grew-up believing that Tiago was the strong one, always had been, always will be. So much so she didn’t even question this belief before. And Gaara’s question « When did you forsake yourself? » called her out on it. 

What Yukiko doesn’t know is that earlier that day Tiago had a talk with Satoru-sensei who told him he was relying too much on her. Cause if he was the one providing physical protection Yukiko had always been the emotional support, keeping the pieces of his mind together. And this made him want to prove him wrong by succeeding on his own. 

Gaara refused to take Yukiko’s Heaven scroll and in his cold way invited her to keep fighting.

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©️ Credits: Backgrounds from the anime. Panel 4 I copied a frame from the anime!

[seelenkaetzchens-blog]

Collab I joined of a friend 🥹🩷

⌛️Brushstrokes of Fate ⏳️

The soft scent of ink and fresh paper filled the small art studio as Mizu dipped her brush into the deep red paint. Beside her, Michiru giggled, dabbing her brush into black paint and twirling it playfully between her fingers. They sat hunched over the canvas, their strokes precise yet alive with emotion, as Gaara’s piercing gaze slowly emerged from the painting.

“You really captured his expression, Mizu,” Michiru murmured, eyes flickering between the canvas and the red-haired man standing near the window.

Gaara had been observing them for some time, watching in quiet fascination as the girls worked in tandem, painting his likeness with a care he wasn’t accustomed to. His world had long been one of sand, solitude, and silence. Yet here, in this small studio, surrounded by the swirls of color and soft laughter, something felt different.

“Do you think he likes it?” Mizu asked softly, lifting her brush from the canvas.

Michiru, always the daring one, turned toward Gaara with a cheeky smile. “Well, Lord Kazekage? Is it up to your standards?”

Gaara stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the unfinished painting. His fingers twitched slightly at his side, as if hesitating, before finally reaching out.

Instead of words, he responded with action. He reached for Mizus brush and dipped it into the paint, tracing a silent, careful stroke over both girls cheeks. A single movement—just enough to blend red into the cream-like hues of the girls skin tones. The japanese Kanji for "Love" now painted on each girls face just like the one that was nestled on his own skin.

Mizu and Michiru exchanged wide-eyed glances before bursting into laughter.

“You should paint with us more often,” Michiru grinned.

Gaara looked at the brush in his hand, now stained with color, and then back at the two girls.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe, art was another way to create bonds—not through words, but through shared brushstrokes of fate.

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Collab drawn by @ pun_shun

Mizu (c) @ umi._.no._.ai

Michiru (c) @seelenkaetzchens-blog

[sugabebe16]

I wanted to draw Gaara wearing clothing from Koume’s home country and I think he looks pretty good. I’m gonna draw more in this way.

[vermillionflames]

Wedding Night

Gaara x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,244

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tried not to dwell as I followed Gaara inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to look at him by my side.

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

“O-okay,” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to crawl into myself and die.

“Yes,” I whispered.

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

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

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

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

I spit out an embarrassed laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmm,” he grumbled, half asleep.

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

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

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

Silence was my answer.

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

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

“Yes,” I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shirts still on?”

I blushed but nodded.

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

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

“Yes,” I answered too quickly.

He smiled, “Good, now look at me.”

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

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

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

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

“More,” I begged, and he laughed.

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

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

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

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

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

[nightingaleflow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In universe, it's going to be many years before our two childhood friends meet again. However, I thought it would be fun to catch a glimpse of what they're up to in the meantime. So this chapter is a scene from each character during the interlude.

The scenes in this chapter take place when both Gaara and Aki are twelve years old. Gaara has just arrived in Konoha for the Chunin Exams (we aren't doing that whole arc, don't worry), and Aki is...elsewhere.

Warnings for this chapter: Shukaku has a potty mouth when he's mad.

Also, can you guess what kind of creatures live in Wabi Valley? If you're the first to figure it out, you will receive one (1) headpat.

[sagemoderocklee]

Thirteen Strokes by Luna_Lee (Chapter 2) Fandom: Naruto Pairing: GaaLee, ShikaTema Chapters: 2/13 Word Count: 13,214 Warnings: None Summary: Gaara knows how to say the word love in so many languages he’s lost count of all the ways. He knows how to write it in just as many. The first way he learned is etched into the skin of his forehead, thirteen precise strokes. He studies love like it’s a discipline that he still hasn’t mastered, seeking it out in books and art and old stories from Suna’s past; he crafts it in various ways, and tries to learn and relearn its meaning with every breath he takes. He searches for it in the eyes of foreign shinobi and the locals alike. He begs to understand love and all its forms, never quite full up on it, never quite sure what exactly he’s missing when it comes to love.

Another prompt for @gaalee-bingo (I know I initially said that I was only gonna use ‘love languages’ but we’re gonna pretend I didn’t): Family Time! This chapter gave me quite a bit of trouble, but thanks to @ayumilovesstars I was able to get this done! She helped me with the Arabic for this chapter, and because she’s just so sweet and wonderful, I’m also dedicating this chapter to her. I’ve also dedicated it to @ghoste-catte and @cmdr-bun!

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! It may be a while before the next update, because I’m hoping to get the second chapter to IEYH up soon and I have a secret santa gift to focus on, but hopefully it won’t be too long a wait!

[itskuchinashii]

Yukiko Nakamura —   Naruto shippuden settei

Yukiko Nakamura 🌺 Current ninja rank : Genin — considered criminal since Hava’s arc — Age : 14-15 y.o Height : 152cm Weight : 38 kg Yukiko is a broken teenager. In this part she did a lot of bad choices, got manipulated and betrayed a lot : She kept the secret of her father’s abuses since years, but it leaked and she is shamed by her surroundings. Nobody seem willing to help her. Easier to be against her, avoiding her, than standing for her. She is in a phase of her life where she is seeking for love, a family, a home where she would belong and « redemption ». At this point she still has a lot of hopes and innocence regarding life and relationship to others. But she had to admit there is no hope for her father, he is mad and cannot be saved. After she managed to send away her little sister, Miani she had to save herself. She took her life into control at 14, a few months before « shippuden » by fleeing her country with the Haiko sword and the Nakamura seal, and hiding at Ino’s before her trip to the Albino Island, where she believed she would find home and acceptance. But it didn’t go well. After this she could go back to a life of submission and marry a man she didn’t choose, she was resigned to seek for a better life anymore. But then the group of Hava, the « Circle of Lost Souls » easily lured her into following them. Making her believe she’ll find the « family » and acceptation she’s been seeking for. But following Hava in the Circle made her a criminal in the eyes of the law. This created a conflict with Gaara that last until a few months before the 4th ninja war when she fled the Circle, ready to face the consequences of her choices, and repent. He forgave her after some times, she really understood her faults, and their relationship was stronger. She accepted his bad choices and forgave him, so he accepted hers too and supported her. As the Kazekage he took a dangerous position in defending her.