#sasokabu

[rice-sake]

[awintersrose]

I’m late but for kinkoctober but ur writing is so flawless, this suggestion will be an odd pair, little to no fanbase but Kabuto x Sasori. 🥺

Pairing: Kabuto/Sasori

Prompt: Anal Play/Coercion (originally Day 18 from this list of prompts) AND Dirty Little Secret for @naruto-smut-monday

Obvious warnings are obvious with the prompts above, also includes D/s play, biting/scratching, and rimming.

All Kinktober fills should be considered explicit unless stated otherwise!

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Waiting for an assignation is never a simple matter. Punctual to the point of arriving early at everything, Kabuto looks at his watch for perhaps the fifth time, and he counts down the minutes. His date was very specific in their instructions, and he prefers to make a good impression. Kabuto can respect a desire for punctuality, for exacting details intended to ensure obedience.

He knows himself to be just as exacting in his preferences when exerting control, and based on this similarity alone, he has high hopes for this meeting. The contact came highly recommended by his own current favorite - precisely because said favorite was known to turn Kabuto’s own reality on its very head and make him question which end was up and which was down.

If only it weren't so painfully obvious to his partner when such a feat was possible - but Obito had the uncanny ability to read him as quickly as a cheap novel, and just as easily. Obito, his switch of a partner who was meant to be and still mostly acts as Kabuto’s own submissive.

Secret needs will out, however, and these roles are now flipped with surprising regularity, which is what led him here in the first place. The fact still remains that Kabuto doesn't bend for just anyone, and he still gets tetchy about the prospect and process of exploring the depths of his own submission with a new Dominant. Obito, however, seems certain that this match will be the right fit.

And so Kabuto waits.

His new contact’s profile is sparse, with photographs that only display a slight figure masked in black, with brilliantly crimson hair that drew the eye at once. An artist by trade, 'Exploring', their status said, which leaves even more to the imagination.

It often only takes one strikingly unique feature to catch Kabuto's visual interest, to make him wonder; to call to his analytical side, which loves to break down each solitary detail of a play partner until the origin of its nature is revealed. Until their true nature is revealed right along with it.

Whether it is skin like a bleach-splashed canvas, or cat-like golden eyes, his long-term partners have always been unique. Both of the latter possessed features that were the result of rare conditions, or genetic mutations that made said partners even more captivating, whether under the lash... or wielding it.

With the prospect of a new connection, all Kabuto knows for sure is that his date has hair like spun garnets, a certain cruel twist to a delicate mouth, and eyes like a fine umeshu. Not exactly unique, but there is still something there that captures his imagination.

Perhaps the artist is merely very good at their trade, taking a skilled hand to the composition of their photographs. Looks can certainly be deceiving—he should have predicted that his expectations would be turned on their head.

Which is how Kabuto finds himself trussed and stripped and poised on his knees before said artist once their negotiations are dispensed with.

Finely manicured fingertips caress the line of his spine before nails scratch, three at once, raising lines of glowing sensation across his shoulder blades. And they don’t stop their downward trek, marking Kabuto, making him gasp. The air makes a sharp sound passing through his teeth.

“You’ll do, but for more reasons than you think. Reasons you may not expect.” Sasori says, “And for exactly those reasons, you’ll give me everything I want.”

“Will I?”

That hand takes hold of a generous handful of his hair and steadily pulls him back, forcing him to arch his spine. Those cruel lips brush Kabuto’s ear as Sasori speaks, his soft voice bright with amusement, “You will, or this little kingdom you’ve built for yourself will be winnowed away into dust and thrust into the wind for anyone to take. Admit it… you want me anyway.”

The words are smug even in their gentle tone, accented by soft puffs of humid breath against Kabuto’s neck, his loosened hair. He cannot see Sasori’s eyes, and a small, creeping desperation begins in the pit of his belly. Sasori pulls harder, making him twist, rubied lips nipping Kabuto’s own briefly, roughly.

“You should have known better than to seek me out when you’re entirely that snake’s creature… he did have rather delightful tastes though. Did you kneel for him too? Recount all your dirty little secrets for him?”

“You know I did,” Kabuto grits his teeth as Sasori’s dainty fist tightens harder in his hair.

“I know you did, which is why I’ll make sure he sees every lurid moment of this if you don’t do exactly as I like. And then you know he’ll cast you away for dallying with me, faithless boy...”

The threat feels real, so damn real that goosebumps chase the lengths of his limbs, and Kabuto shivers, allowing fear to catapult him closer to compliance. His pulse notches higher and his mouth runs dry. Sasori releases him as if throwing him back down again, but it’s only the effective toppling of his own weight. Every new touch is feather light, even as the artist’s hands explore his body, shoving him onto all fours, undignified, yet perfectly on display.

Sasori’s breath ripples down his spine, the wet heat of his tongue drifting along the lines his own nails followed in the moments prior. Blood rushes in Kabuto’s ears, and his pale hair falls forward, obscuring his burning cheeks as he sinks lower on his elbows, allowing Sasori full access to his body.

“Shameless and pretty all at once, just look at you, ready for anything,” Sasori muses, “I’d hate to keep you waiting.”

Sasori’s questing, tormenting hands begin to part him wide, exposing him further, nails digging into the softer flesh of his buttocks. Kabuto grits his teeth as Sasori’s wicked tongue plies at his hole, two deft fingers moving to spread wetness around the orifice before one of them dips inside him with ease.

“Ready for anything, indeed.”

A bottle clicks and cool slick drips over his skin, making Sasori’s next movements nearly effortless. He dips in and out with shallow strokes, toying at the edges of Kabuto’s passage, As Sasori bends to bite the curve of his hip, sharp and hot like a brand. He knows without knowing that the artist has marked him, and Kabuto gasps, placing a fist beneath his lips to muffle any noises which might come unbidden.

He fails, of course, when Sasori laughs against his skin, finding his prostate with near expert precision.

The pressure inside him shifts wider, deeper as digits spread and curl, scraping against nerves suddenly sensitized beyond compare. Kabuto’s sight wavers as if plunged underwater, his cock hard and already dripping, too much, too soon. Sasori’s methodical exploration only continues, with another finger wedging in place beside the others.

“You’re so needy that I’m almost thinking you could take my whole hand. You would if I wanted you too, wouldn’t you, greedy boy?” Sasori’s fingers drag and exploit every new bit of knowledge he’s gained until Kabuto is unable to stem the pleading noises that are not quite muffled by his fist.

“Use your words.”

“I--I can but it’s-it’s-too-much!” He blurts, his voice arching higher on the last few words. Kabuto’s face burns and his head swims, and he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the urge to shove back anyway and chase the high that is just outside of his capability.

Sasori gives a chuffing little laugh, teasing his pinky finger just along the rim of him until Kabuto whines, and with a twist of his hand, all four enter to press and tease.

“Oh, good boy… you’re going to come just like this, only accepting what I give you for as long as it takes…”

It doesn’t take long at all for his voice to break the silence, for sticky heat to spatter his belly and the floor beneath him. For oblivion to cloud his mind and numb his awareness.

But it’s only the first part of their night.

Later, after Kabuto has been wrung out in every way he might have imagined, he is treated to a massage and a short rest wrapped in a warm blanket. His pretty new play partner fetches his things and offers him a drink. White tea, hot and perfect.

“So tell me, did we explore everything you wanted to?” Sasori appraises him from head to toe, searching for unease. The artist is more attentive than Kabuto had imagined, leaving no detail unexamined. It’s no wonder that he has connections with individuals that Kabuto respects among their circles.

“Ahh… yes, thank you for following the plan.”

"Any Dominant worth their salt would do no less. Your illustrious mentor failed you if he didn't set that expectation." Sasori sniffs, still maintaining physical contact.

Kabuto hazards a wry smile. "He did. I'd have stopped everything in its tracks if you'd been lacking. But as it stands I'd like to see you again."

Sasori gives a curt nod, but the softening of his mouth gives away his satisfaction. "So long as you never leave me waiting, we’ll have much to explore."

Perhaps it's a good thing that Kabuto's punctuality is a personal guarantee.

[rice-sake]

And a one, a two, you pulled my strings now I pull yours~

[rice-sake]

For the ship ask game:

19 and 23 for sasokabu

And/or

2 and 15 for sasukabu

Thank you!

Sasokabu

19. An ideal free day for them would look like? What are they doing on that day? A free day for them is... hard to imagine when Kabuto always fills his schedules with things to do, so he's never alone with his thoughts.

Where Sasori would probably do maintains on his own puppets and himself (then sleep for the rest of the day). Kabuto would make excuses to spend time with Sasori (make it apart of his work-schedule) just to study Sasori. A puppet body that doesn't need organs is definitely something that might've keep Kabuto up all night just to wonder how Sasori work.

23. Describe this ship in the most out of context way that you can. Aroace Agender old man had to take weekend to babysit generic unassuming guy (as result of old man yaoi divorce)

Sasukabu

2. Favorite thing about this ship? I like that Sasuke was the first to ask Kabuto about his info cards when they first met. Then Sasuke also initiates a fight with Kabuto who gave him an earful. They read to me as both thinks they're better than their peers and also thinks they have no one they can trust but have no control over the bonds they eventually grew with people around them.

Kabuto is a little bit better than Sasuke at distancing himself and it's only because he's not honest with himself. Where Sasuke (while repressing his feelings) doesn't discard them. He still held on to it. Which made him a lot more emotional than what he tried to pass off as.

I think they both understand this about each other's; they just can't address it due to circumstances. Sasuke probably doesn't really care why Kabuto was dishonest with himself, but I think partly why Sasuke didn't kill Kabuto right after Oro was because the kid saw sth in Kabuto.

I like to think they had/has a psedo-codependency things going on during the timeskip. Where they kind of tolerant each others and bond over Oro's unusual treatments of them.

15. One to three AUs you would like to see explored with this ship? I really love "came back wrong" trope so AU where Sasuke died/ edo!Sasuke is very interesting to me. Naturally it'll have to be Kabuto who brought him back since Oro wouldn't find any interest in a dead vessel.

This AU could be either during forest of death where Sasuke couldn't survive the seal and Kabuto pitied him, resurrected him just for Team 7 to complete the exam without knowing Sasuke was already gone.

Or during/around the brothers reunion and Itachi had to come to Kabuto to bring back Sasuke. I feel like it'd challenged Itachi to change and force him to live.

Of course I'd also love to consider the version of this AU where Itachi couldn't understand what went wrong and keep hurting edo!sasuke anyway and insist Kabuto to bring back Sasuke over and over until Kabuto make the "right" Sasuke according to Itachi's (utterly delusional) vision of his brother.

Thank you for the ask!

[thatsneakymedic]

Sasori~

Sinday Meme: Suggest sex partners for my muse and see their reaction!

*Let's forget about that one time when Kabuto had drunk wild sex with Sasori and even then, he still hasn't seen his real face after waking up.*

A slight chill runs down his spine as he looks down, "I mean, I have always been curious about what his real appearance looks like, even if he isn't that kind to me at some days. Always hiding under that puppet of his. I once asked him that and they didn't completely trust me enough to show me. He scared me enough to not even risk trying to sneak a peak. But I do have some theories on how his appearance would look like and all I have is this old picture of him from the bingo book."

"Unfortunately he was a teenager here but he's 35 right now. If you ask me, he looks very pretty and I do love those eyes of his and if he still is as good looking as he is, I would've gladly pursued him for a date, at least before he became a S ranked criminal."

"Hmm, but I can only imagine his face in his current age since no one has ever seen his real face. Perhaps he has a beard... or longer hair? Or he could have tattoos on his body? Or what if his body has been severely damaged to the point that he needs to hide it away? I could only imagine, but even so.

He shrugs, "It will be a pass for me, even if he is still beautiful to this day and if the sex ends up being incredible, the way he treats me and his terrifying personality is enough for me to not trust myself to bed with them without possibly pissing them off or dealing with their abusive treatment afterwards."

[thatsneakymedic]

[ wet dream two-for-one! >:3 ]

Kabuto is reporting into Sasori but as he walks into Sasori’s workshop, he walks into Sasori, out of Hiruko, and fucking Deidara who is bent over his desk, moaning and naked. Noticing Kabuto, Sasori pauses and looks at his spy, wiping a moist strand of red hair from his face.

“Oi, you’re early, too early,” He snaps at Kabuto. “In that case, you can help me with this.” This being Deidara.

Turning back, Sasori pulls out of the blonde, much to Deidara’s displeasure and walks over to Kabuto, pushing the silver-haired man towards his partner who is messy and dripping with several loads of the puppeteer’s cum. He ushers at Kabuto and taking the hint, Deidara falls to his knees in front of the medic and goes for his pants, liberating his flaccid cock. Then, he swallows it, deepthroating Kabuto into hardness while simultaneously pumping Sasori with one of his palmmouths, who was standing next to him.

“Don’t finish him, brat. Let him dump one in you,” Sasori commands his partner who instantly pulls his mouth off Kabuto’s erection with a wet pop, panting and red-faced. “Let’s see which one of us can get you up the duff, aye?”

Nodding, Deidara stands back up on shaking legs and leans back over Sasori’s desk, presenting his swollen, sticky entrance to Kabuto for fucking. Sasori encourages his little spy friend into entering the blonde bomber—and by “encouraging”, he means pushing him inside him. Then, while Kabuto was occupied with Deidara, Sasori grabs the lubricate off his desk. Standing behind Kabuto, Sasori yanks down the medic’s pants and inserts a lubricated finger inside him.

“Can’t let yous have all the fun, can I?” He grunts into Kabuto’s ear while fingering the other man.

Once he is positive that he is good and ready does he penetrate Kabuto, thrusting hard into him which causes him to buck into Deidara who moans and pushes back so Kabuto is impossibly deep.

“You still feel as good as that night,” Sasori hisses in Kabuto’s ear as he fucks him hard and fast, taking control of their threesome—and doesn’t stop until each man has been thoroughly fucked and filled with his seed.

Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up: (still accepting, just take your time.)

@reddawnmultimuse

1. Discomfort/Disgusted 5. Had an orgasm in their sleep

He hated this. He hated everything about this dream. All of it.

He had no idea who this man was that was fucking Deidara, but by the identity fo their hair color and "those eyes" of theirs, it was obvious that it was Sasori... or at least his real body that he couldn't see clearly. His mind could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

With all of his might, he wanted to leave and get out of this situation as quick as he could, but his body moved on it's own despite his audible protests to be excused and even promised to pretend that he didn't see the two "together". But it was of no use, his face grimaced at the sight of sweat drenched naked Deidara kneeling before him, despite that he was also slightly aroused by the allure of their blue eyes staring back up at him as they take him into his mouth.

He hated to admit that Deidara was quite beautiful in their own way despite that his beauty was ruined by his personality.

No matter how much he tried to repress his emotions to not get aroused by this, he still did and he even found himself gripping onto the blond's hair and pushing him more against his cock.

While his mind slowly loses itself to the warm feeling of pleasure all over his body, he couldn't even hear Sasori's voice and Deidara pulling away from him made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Sasori was in complete control of the both of them. He and Deidara were nothing more than his own puppets to be used for their depraved entertainment. And there was no way for Kabuto to escape like this.

Kabuto felt sick at the sight of Deidara and before he could have the chance to escape, he was forced inside of the blond and he could feel them squeezing around him so well. His face scrunches up as both hands grip tightly onto their hips till he leaves his own set of bruises among Sasori's. Before he could even pull out of Deidara, his body tensed at the intrusion of Sasori's lubed up finger inside of him and he felt his pants pulled and now fall to his ankles.

No!

His eyes shut tight as they swiftly thrusted inside of him while the teen in front of him pushes himself against Kabuto, making Kabuto let out a startled and erotic groan as his head hangs low, overwhelmed by the two using him for their own pleasure. Now with Sasori inside of him, there was no way that he wanted out of this despite his mixed feelings of this situation.

Even after Deidara was finished and exhausted from their twisted threesome, Kabuto could feel them sadistically and cruelly watching Sasori completely dominate and force himself onto Kabuto while letting out some mocking words to him, as Kabuto not only came several times reluctantly, but Sasori did too inside of Kabuto.

Over, and over, and over again...

Kabuto forces himself to wake up and without even realizing it, he immediately ran to the bathroom in his room to throw up the sour bile that was forming in his throat and gut after his heart felt like it was going to erupt from his chest. His pants and underwear were sticky and soaked from his own orgasms but that didn't matter to him since he felt disgusting and violated all over so he felt no pleasure from this. Looking around the room and recognizing the walls of the hideout that didn't belong to the Akatsuki, he was so thankful that he was here. Safe and sound despite his body feeling the way it felt. He needed a serious bath, and some more sleep since he wanted to hopefully forget about the "dream" with another hopefully different dream.

Ever since that dream, Kabuto has been purposely letting himself get a few minutes late or he would arrive in time, but he would wait outside the hideout till he shows up exactly at the right time. And he's been avoiding getting close to Sasori's workshop. Perhaps for him, it would be best if he laid low till his body and his memory has recovered.

[thatsneakymedic]

Hmm Sasori perhaps

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

@sharkfinx

"With Sasori you say? I'll be frank with you, the man terrifies me with his cold demeanor and his fascination with his puppets are also a bit creepy. Working under him, he's so strict and he doesn't tolerate tardiness hence why I'm always arriving on time even before he shows up. Not to mention that he actually prefers me to be like a puppet when it comes to working for him, which that alone says a lot about him. Not even my polite manners are enough to please him so I do whatever tasks he does and then I leave him be. Besides, not much I could do to him since his entire body is now a wooden puppet and I have never seen the real him underneath that Hiruko body..."

"On the bright side, he's also just as clever as Orochimaru and it's no wonder that they were close to one another. Especially with his obsession with immortality. And his punctual personality is despite annoying at times, it can also be seen as him being respectful of other people's time and energy. So it's close to a maybe but only if he's interested in me and we could see each other outside the workplace. I don't particularly mind if we never get physical since emotional bonding is just as great."