#kiba drabbles

[tired-biscuit]

hmmm thinking about bratty, shit disturbing omega reader telling alpha kiba 'ooo you wanna breed me so bad' during a petty argument when they're not even together and it resulting in him putting you in a non-con mating press.....

18+ MDNI, fem!omega!reader // cw: noncon, omegaverse, breeding, reader is in heat and kiba is MEAN about it.

wait, this is actually perfect; there’s just something about omegaverse and kiba that makes such a good combo every single time!

i’m thinking about him being your neighbour. he’s nice on the eyes but he’s also grouchy, not much of a talker, and always seems super tense whenever you bump into each other in the hallway or at the entrance leading into your apartment complex.

and when i say tense, i mean tense. your mailbox resides next to his, so if you by any chance come down to get mail at the same time as him, he’s clutching his bills with a white-knuckled grip and is storming right back upstairs and slamming his door shut with an unnecessarily loud thud before you’ve even finished sticking your key into the tiny lock.

while living so close to each other, you’ve tried being polite towards him on several occasions. have greeted him with a smile and a quick “morning!” or “hi!” even though all he did in response was grumble something under his breath and brush you right off. you even went as far as to ask him how his run went when he came back into the building drenched in sweat and with his cheeks flushed a pretty red one time, but to no avail. the face he pulled made him look like he was seconds away from telling you to fuck off.

all signs point to general dislike no matter what you do, so winning him over just for the sake of having a good relationship seems to be outright impossible. which is also a huge bummer because he lives right next door, and it’d be nice to have him on your side since it significantly lessens the chance of him nagging you when the music is a smidge too loud or whenever you have friends staying the night.

by the time several weeks had passed — hell, you’ve endured almost two months of this crap — and he was no closer to warming up to you, you’d given up. not only that, you also made sure to give him a taste of his own medicine: you got rid of the sweet girl attitude and instead started treating him the same way he treated you.

rudely.

so it’s no wonder that he appears to be absolutely fucking pissed when he shows up at your doorstep one day when you’re in the middle of suffering through one of your worst heats yet, banging on your door with an impatient fist and sporting the pushiest demeanor you’ve ever seen.

when you finally force yourself to get off the couch and open the door, the first thing you realise is that he’s so big that he fills the entire entrance. all muscle and raw, brutal power. you’ve never gotten the chance to see him this upclose.

the glare in his dark brown eyes is harsh as he immediately makes eye contact with you, and his lips press into a firm line. there’s a constant flutter of a muscle in his right cheek that he can’t seem to get rid of.

he doesn’t look happy.

and there’s an odd sinking feeling appearing in the pit of your stomach because of it.

“what do you want?” you ask, trying your best to breathe as little as possible through your nose. he smells like pure alpha, heavy and intense because of that wretched musk — a scent you definitely shouldn’t be in close vicinity of at this particular time.

“i want you to get the fuck out of this building already,” he snarls with zero hesitation, gripping the side of the doorframe so that he can shove himself even further into your space. “you’re stinking up the entire place with your omega bullshit and it’s making it hard to think.”

“ex-…” you blink slowly, taken aback by the jumble of insults he’s just thrown at you. “excuse me?”

“you heard me the first time,” he snips, baring his front teeth for a split second as he visibly cringes at you. his canines are sharp; it’s your first time noticing this since he sure as hell never smiled in your presence. “i’ve got work in the morning and i can’t relax when your scent is taking over the entire goddamn floor. either find someone to take care of your heat for ya and give that vibrator that you’ve been riding since last night a rest already, or move the fuck out.”

you stare at him, dumfounded and wide eyed just like the first time. he stares right back, with his jaw tightly clenched and his shoulders stiff.

and there’s just something about the way he looks at you now, about the way he looks now — so rugged and blatantly male and rough around the edges, that causes your panties to turn even slicker than they already are.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me… christ, are all of you omegas so freaking pathetic?” he mutters quietly as he watches you squeeze your thighs together.

you’re dressed in nothing but a pair of tiny panties and an oversized t-shirt since you planned to do nothing else but sit at home today and try to make yourself feel better. the thin piece of fabric is doing absolutely nothing when it comes to keeping the scent of your urges at bay.

kiba’s throat feels like it’s on fire. it makes it hard to speak when he says, “whatever, just- are you gonna do somethin’ about it or not?”

“no, i’m not.” in your disoriented, the-heat-has-outright-cooked-my-brain-and-turned-it-into-useless-mush state, you can’t help but say the first thing that pops into your mind, “i’ve got just as much of a right to be here as everyone else does, you know. and it’s not my fault that you can’t focus because your shitty alpha brain is telling you to breed me… so if that’s all, i’ll be kindly asking you to get off my doorstep. i have a toy i want to get back to.”

you go to slam the door shut right in front of his nose, only to be caught off guard when BAM! — he uses his hand to shove it right back open again.

oh, he’s definitely not used to omegas disrespecting him or acting bratty around him. because of it, he’s all up in your face in a matter of seconds, blood boiling underneath tan skin.

with every step he takes forward, you try to take one back, but it doesn’t take long for him to corner you. before you know it, he’s got you with your back against the wall. his cock is thick and heavy in his sweatpants, pressing against your thigh and exposing the fact that your heat is affecting him too, and you spring into action because of it, desperately fighting to create more distance between your body and his.

however, the problem is that he’s ended up standing so close to you that the proximity is practically non-existent. trying to shove him away is futile since he’s so much bigger than you that he looms over your smaller frame and keeps you caged between the wall and himself with no issue.

you don’t stand a chance against him.

“look at me.”

forced to act submissive by nature, you give in easily to his demand despite the fact that it takes all the effort in the world for you to even attempt to refuse it. so you lift your gaze like the good little omega that you are, and you come to learn that there are tiny summer freckles dusting the bridge of his nose. you’ve never gotten the chance to see him this upclose either.

mentioned bridge slightly scrunches with displeasure now as his hand moves to wrap around your throat. he leans in, his voice hoarse, “is anyone else in here with ya?”

“y-yes,” you stammer, upper lip wobbling because of the fastly upcoming tears that are threatening to fall any second now. you’re well aware that alphas can get aggressive whenever they slip into rut, so you and your big mouth have put yourselves in quite the predicament. and if anything, this particular situation is definitely good enough of a reason to cry about.

“don’t you dare fucking lie to me. that shit pisses me off.” he gives your neck a firm squeeze, enough to make you kick your feet against the floor in sheer, utter panic. a scared little voice in your head tells you that he could lift you right off the ground if he wanted to. or worse.

“no, n-no there isn’t anyone else here!” you squeak out. “it’s just me and my cat! m’sorry!”

his eyebrows draw together.

“what?” you ask warily, trying to calm him down by distracting him even though you’re well aware that he can smell how wet your pussy has become by now and that it’s making him lose more and more of his sense of morality. there’s just something about his touch… it’s so warm that it makes you want to arch your back, as unbelievable as that sounds. “is something the matter?”

“no,” he mutters, still looking unimpressed. god, do his features ever soften? “it’s just that i hate cats, is all… dogs are better.”

you make a mental note to remember this piece of information for whatever reason. what the fuck.

“anyway,” he continues before you can say anything. “let’s take care of your heat now. i have a game to watch later, so i wanna be done by six… unless you feel like warming my dick at my place, that is.”

“w-what?” you freeze, cold sweat rushing over you. one tear falls, sliding down your much too feverish cheek and you sniffle. “no, wait-”

“yeah, yeah, you don’t want it, blah blah blah,” he brushes you off so carelessly that it makes your pulse begin to hammer inside your ears. “and yet you’re still soaking wet between your legs and feeling like you’ll die if i don’t shove my cock inside ya this very instant. spare me with the poor, helpless omega crap, sweetheart... you ain’t foolin’ nobody.”

he’s looking directly into your eyes again, completely shameless and with zero remorse, and you’re so turned on by it that your clit is throbbing. it’s making you slightly nauseous.

“i…” you swallow thickly, trying not to think about the amount of saliva that’s gathering in your mouth. “i don’t-”

without a single warning, he presses himself against you in a way that instantly makes you buck your hips towards him in search for more friction. when he begins to draw back, you act before thinking; grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt and frantically tugging him closer.

“see, i told ya,” he purrs, cruel satisfaction evident on his face as he watches you struggle. “you need me.”

he’s right. god-fucking-damn it, he’s right. the urgency to have an alpha like him inside you has gotten so bad by now that you can barely stand. if it weren’t for his hand that he’s still got wrapped around your throat, you’re pretty sure you’d already be laying on the floor by now.

and that is exactly where you end up.

on the floor, naked, manhandled into a mating press and forcefully stuffed full with his cock. moaning like a slut, sweating like crazy and crying at him to stop, to fucking stop stop STOP, even though you’re the one who’s reaching out, desperately trying to cling onto him and keep him inside.

the sounds your pussy is making whenever he sinks in to the hilt is fucking embarrassing. you’re so wet, practically delirious with want, twitching and whining when he hits that sweetspot deep inside you. you don’t even know his first name, so you’re just babbling nonsense, clawing at his strong arms in meek attempt to punish him.

“open your legs wider f’me.”

the desire to spread your legs further for him even if he’s literally the meanest piece of shit of a man is making you feel disgusting, but you just can’t stop yourself from obeying. your body wants him, it yearns for him, and it’s making your hormones go batshit crazy.

“that’s it, sweetheart.” he pants above you as he praises you, back arching and bicep flexing when he places one hand on your belly. “trying to be such a good girl for your alpha, huh? gonna do just about anythin’ to get me to knock ya up.”

your sobbing intensifies when he presses into the bulge his cock makes underneath your skin.

it’s the first time you see him smile.

[bakugoushotwife]

Hello, idk what to call this, sort of a drabble? But like what naruto characters would be all cocky like 'yeah i want a gf with a high drive' ' i want a freak' etc and then get one and be all tired and regret asking for it

a/n: oh this is actually super funny to think about, i hope this does you justice!!

cw: suggestive/NSFW themes, mild descriptions. jiraiya's and shikamaru's is fem!reader but i tried to keep the rest gn

Naruto: swears up and down he has the stamina. mister "i beat pain" mister "i literally humbled a god" yeah yeah. maybe it's time the hokage himself is humbled. he can't keep up with his wild spouse, who needs at least five rounds after every extended trip away. the spouse who always teases him about not being able to handle it, so now he has to.

Jiraiya: who knows, maybe this is where he gets it from. the pervy sage knows everything there is to know about the female anatomy, but admittedly he's falling short on the female brain or libido. he's written smut books for crying out loud, it's teetering on embarrassing when you call him after you get back to the leaf and he's genuinely fainting at your moves and pacing. maybe's getting old for this, maybe you're just the crazy revenge for all his earlier talk, who can say?

Kakashi: he reads the same smut books bro he's convinced he could handle a horny partner. in fact he craved one, actually confident in his abilities to impress them with his stamina. but he should know better. he was blessed in every way with you, other than the way you craved him several times a day and wanted to try risky and perverse things. i mean, he loves that too of course, but you keep his balls hurting and his brain reminding him to never brag like that again.

Shikamaru: oh you know the type. lived his whole life preparing to be hassled by some lady, the only relief was going to be the bedroom. shika is a suave dude, he thinks he's got his bases covered. but oh god no. not only do you hassle the hell out of him but you put that thun thun thun down all the time!!! and he feels so goofy cause he can't say no to his sweet little wife, after all he did say this would be his only relief...he just didn't know how frequently he'd be relieved.

Kiba: definition of "i got that dawg in me" and then fucks around and finds out that maybe you, actually, have that dawg in you. some days he can barely escape your clutches, but he'd be lying if he said he was aggravated by your neediness. no matter much he ached after giving you what you wanted all day, he was just happy you were satisfied and that he could do that for you. sweetness.

[devildomresidentt]

Random out of pocket Naruto tweets (filler post while I work on Naruto Headcanons)

[newtpilled]

YanSim {AU} Drabbles.

Oughhh. My version of the characters + references to roleplay. I love you marry me Ayano

Tw : Basic Yandere stuff , gorey thinking. Mentions of SH . Implied smoking + past trauma.

Ayano Aishi {Spiraling}

Bad. Was that the word ayano wanted to use? She didn't know. It felt bad but it felt worse than bad. It wasn't the normal feelings either, those were bad. This was horrible; it plagued her mind as she sat on her bench. She picked at her food lazily, she wasn't hungry. She lost her appetite. Is this what her mother was trying to tell her about? Warning her or was she preparing her? She didn't know, she hasn't felt like this before . Jealousy. Thats what she was looking for maybe. The feelings were almost immediate, the hatred that buried into her skin and infected her thoughts

He could never love a girl who thought like this, who was like her. She wouldn't just let him be away from her though, no. She felt like she had to do something. something to satisfy the itch that's burning into her skull, her hands, and her very being. It felt like she was being burned alive, and she needed to put it out as fast as she could. She set her box down, deciding that heading to the bathroom would probably be better. Ayano's legs shook when she stood, her head felt foggy. She swore she was seeing things. She had never acted violent to other people before, normally she took it out on herself. Even now as she sat in the stall scratching at her hand she didn't feel any better.

The pain was doing nothing for her, she said wanted to see him in pain. Begging for forgiveness as she broke his skull. She shook her head, her breath coming out in a ragged gasp. She hasn't had an attack since she was back in the hospital. It was all too new and different. Too much to handle. She should hurt him. Kill him. Make him feel how she feels for wanting to get close to her Zaishi. He belonged to ayano, maybe he didnt know that yet. He would soon enough though, she knew that…she would at least keep him safe from those freaks who would try to put their disgusting hands on him . Maybe it would be fine. Nobody would miss him. Nobody knows him. Nobody *cares* about Micheal. She felt a sense of calm wash over her.

“When you find him, you'll know. You'll do anything for him. I'll help you!” Ayano thought back to her mother's words. All of those lessons were for this weren't they? Her mother knew what to do didn't she? She did this too. Didn't she? She put her hands on her lap, pulling out her phone to text her mother. ‘I think I get it now.’ is what she wrote before she put it away and stood up. Sometimes you just have to do things for the people you love, she hummed as she walked to the sink. She ran some water into her hands and ran a hand down her face.

It felt…good. It shouldn't feel good, she just killed someone. The blood is still on her hands no matter how much she's trying to wash it off in the locker room shower. The body is still there, she couldn't bring herself to touch it anymore. Not after how much she stabbed it. She didn't remember how it happened, walking behind him one second and the next she was throwing her shoes and clothes into the incinerator. She remembers how it felt like it's what she was made for, how his red mixed with how she was feeling. She could feel his anguish like he had caused her. That itching in her brain was too good to not scratch as she tore him apart. The red coated the floor, her , and her entire being. It was a token of love, and Yaku would one day appreciate it.

She was glad she had a change of clothes with her, a spare uniform in her gym locker. She wasn't stupid enough to kill someone and not get away with it, she was an Aishi. It was in their blood to do it. Of course she would have to be careful, if anyone remembered her mother's accusations people could spread rumors. Yaku could hear them. Yaku could hate her. Yaku could find out what she did and hate her forever.

Ayano couldn't tell when she started crying, when the tears started down her face. The hot stream that dropped into her burning skin. She didn't want Yaku to leave her, to hate her. She couldn't deny it though, that it felt good when she dug into him. She laughed genuinely for the first time in years, it tore from her throat like it was supposed to happen. Maybe protecting Yaku always felt this good? She shouldn't do it again though, one is enough right? Her eyes darted around before back at her hands. They were clean. Her eyes seemed to refocus as she took a breath, the itching in her veins were gone. It felt…peaceful now. There wasn't anything burning in her brain now…other than Yaku of course. That made her smile, and the smile turning into a small fit of giggles

That's right, she did this for him to be safe. He would be safe because of her. She carefully got out of the water and wrapped a towel around her before heading to her locker. She pulled on the new uniform and decided to check her phone. She grimaced as she noticed what kyuji has said, a slight panic overcoming her as she realized police were here. It died down once she remembered they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her, she destroyed everything she needed to.

“Ah…” Ayano pouted as she saw the blood on her glasses still. She quickly ran them underwater to clean them . Maybe she would stick around, maybe Yaku would want to go home with her group…maybe she could talk to him outloud. She bit her lip at the thought, knowing she was incredibly nervous to do that… She frowned at herself, so she could kill someone but not talk to her crush?Ayano slipped her glasses , sighing as she slipped her phone into her bag and started to the library. How normal could she act now?

Kiba Kawaito {Tension}

8 measures...then you start at A.

Kiba absentmindedly jotted down the notes as she listened to her music in her ear buds. She sat in the light music room alone, her small laptop keeping her company as she wrote.**Barely anybody came today, she couldn't blame them. Staying home though....it would have made her worry more than she has to about this stuff, and missing school wasn't good right?

Kiba let her fingers glide across the keys of her instrument. Her fingers ready with muscle memory, itching to press down on a key. Her middle finger hovered above where she was supposed to start, a slight tremble in her digit before she let out a loud groan and rested her head on the table

Shee closed her eyes and decided to take a breath. The white haired girl knew better than to get worked up now , it wouldn't help anything. The itching in the back of her brain was burning , like a nagging string ready to snap at the first sight of the shine of a blade.

Kiba groaned. This wasn't like then. This was much different, and yet she still found herself feeling stuck and helpless. People were dying, grieving, traumatized, and what did she have to show for helping people? Nothing. There had always been nothing.

Kibas lips pursed as she sat her head up and sighed, maybe it was time to leave. Her head starting to grow foggy, nagging for the sweet release of mindlessness that awaited her at home

[honeykngdom]

the caretaker | iruka umino

Pairing: Iruka Umino x 19+f!reader Synopsis: It's particularly rainy that Sunday morning. You have places to be, and the rain certainly wasn't going to stop you - a pothole in the road might, however. How embarrassing, now you're late and wet. Oh, God, please tell me you didn't see that? WC: N/A - nothing but fluff. Word Count: 5.5k A/N: tbh I fell in love with the idea of iruka being soft and taking care of me, so I decided to write something to fulfil my own need since I couldn't find anything to scratch that itch. Reader is a Sarutobi bc the plot required it. If you liked reading my work, please know my requests are open & I offer taglists for new content I post! :)

Read part two here!

It was raining outside. Under any other circumstance, Iruka wouldn’t have minded. Except that it was cold, and wet, and it was Halloween. And normally, Iruka didn’t have arrangements for Halloween, so the terrible forecast wouldn’t have been a concern – except that he did this year, and the rain was impeding on those particular plans. 

For the last two years, Halloween landed on a school day. For the most part, he was bogged down with lending an additional hand after class. In prior years, he didn’t bother to celebrate the holiday simply because he hadn’t had the time. It appeared that wasn’t a sufficient answer for Master Jiraiya. 

The Sannin arrived in town just the night prior after a gruelling month of training with Naruto; he was dining at Ichiraku’s with Kakashi and Asuma. They feasted on ramen while Iruka listened to the tales of their various training. He was always impressed as a teacher of the Academy to listen to the growth and strength that students of his past accomplished in their own personal endeavours. Especially with Naruto. The boy was an enigma, Iruka decided, one he was keen on rooting for. 

But no amount of compliments to Jiraiya and his masterful work with Naruto could spare Iruka from the dreaded conversation; what was going on for the holiday in the village? Iruka all but hung his head in his ramen bowl as the conversation around him ensued. It was unsurprising that Kakashi knew the goings-on of celebrations within the village; the man knew everything about everyone, for the most part. Asuma, not unlike Iruka, also didn’t typically partake in the festivities, but appeared rather intrigued at the prospect of joining his fellow comrades in a night of fun. 

Iruka tried to avoid it; he was busy grading, preparing next week's lessons, and watering his plants – to no avail. Jiraiya all but insisted that Iruka join them for the evening. No if, ands, or buts about it. This brought Iruka to his current predicament. Not only did he have plans for the evening, it was also pouring with rain. 

He watched the puddles from his perch on his small balcony attached to his second story apartment. The streets were painted a dark grey from the moisture, curbsides overflowing with an ongoing stream that seemed to come from and go nowhere in particular. The tea in his hand was far from serving its purpose of keeping him warm, which was a pity, given it was the last of his favourite herbal blend. Iruka signed petulantly, circling the remainder of the cup's contents in a slow motion.

When he heard the yelp, he nearly leaped from where he stood to the sound. Looking up to search the street once again, he noticed the laying figure of a young woman. From the way her wicker basket sat several feet away from her, Iruka determined she must have fallen in her travel. He watched her for a few moments, noticing that she was slow to rise to her feet. Ultimately, he decided if anything, he needed to ensure she wasn’t injured. 

In your rush to make it to your aunt’s get together in time, you had stupidly forgotten to securely fasten one of the ankle straps on your rollerblades. Under normal conditions, it wouldn’t have proven to be too much of a problem; but when you’re speeding down the road and forget about the pothole just on the left hand side, it certainly can be. 

You probably should’ve moved. You were in the middle of the street, after all. Sure, it was raining and there was likely no one coming that you could be a bother too, but nonetheless. You were laying in the dirty street. In a puddle. And you’re pretty sure your ankle would begin to swell just about any moment. 

“Just great,” you muttered to yourself, unable to contain your annoyance any longer. It was nothing but obstacles since your eyes opened that morning. You ran out of your favourite tea blend, and in your search of finding something new to pair with your morning eggs, you burnt the last of them. You had no hot water when you went to shower – something that now seemed futile, given that your hair was soaked in rain water and mud. And, you were running late.

You heard the slam of a door followed by the approach of footsteps. You turned slowly, using your arms to push yourself up off the ground with a groan. 

“Are you alright?” 

Looking up, a gentleman stood above you with an umbrella in one hand and the other stretched out as an offer of help. He looked so comfortable in his training pants and turtleneck – comfortable and dry. You went to grab the hand he held out, and grimaced when you noticed the scrapes across your palm mixed with pieces of gravel. 

“I’ve been better.” You conceded, brushing your hands across your pants as soon as you were standing upright. You noted a tear in the knee in one pant leg and frowned. “Thank you for coming to help me, though.” You turned to the man that was now bent over and collecting the various items that had fallen from your basket. Oh, no – the taiyaki! “My desserts!” 

Rolling forward to grab the basket, the movement of your weight from one leg to the next sent a shooting pain throughout the entirety of your ankle and up the front of your leg. With a short cry, you went to collapse to the ground again, but found yourself caught by a pair of firm hands. 

“Woah, easy! I think it’d be best if you get that ankle checked out.” Iruka felt horrible. There was something about the way your face broke at the sight of your soaked taiyaki that made him feel all the more guilty, although he hadn’t the faintest clue why he would. “Those are death traps you have strapped to your feet.” 

You shot a look up at him. “They are not!” 

“That so?” Iruka’s brow lifted in challenge, slowly removing his grip from your arms to allow you to steady yourself on your own feet. From the look of pain that pulled your brows together, he had proven his point. “It should be looked at.” 

You sighed petulantly. Looking up at him now that the umbrella was situated over both of you, you allowed your brain a moment to register the man standing in front of you. You knew Iruka. You were only a few years his junior, so the pair of you never shared a class or completed any training together. But he was a familiar face, and a friendly one at that. 

“I appreciate the concern, Iruka. But I’m actually running late.” 

“I don’t think you understand,” he began, shaking his head slowly as he explained, “you’re not going to make it very far in this condition, and certainly not in this weather. Aren’t you in pain?” 

Of course I’m in pain, you thought coarsely. “I promised my nephew taiyaki, I’m bringing him taiyaki.” 

Iruka paused. As much as he wanted to argue that it was imperative you seek medical attention, he could appreciate that you felt you had a duty to fulfil. He often felt that same sense of duty when tending to his students. He took a moment to assess the situation, gnawing on the inside of his cheek while he processed. 

“For Halloween?” 

You nodded your head. “It’s his favourite holiday, and I love that he loves all things scary. I make him taiyaki every year and we eat it after we carve pumpkins.” 

Iruka fell into silence again; the two of you stood under the shared umbrella surrounded by the pouring rain with your basket full of the ruined dessert hanging between the two of you in your hands. If you weren’t soaked to the bone, and your ankle wasn’t screaming with pain, it might have otherwise been quite a pleasant little moment. 

Finally, Iruka spoke with an even and controlled tone. “I think it would be a good idea if you let someone take a look at your ankle. Besides, you can’t bring these to Konohamaru,” he held up one of the fish-shaped waffles between his fingers, “he’ll just come to the Academy tomorrow and tell everyone all about it. Do you want all the other youth to hear about how your taiyaki was soggy?” 

Could this be considered blackmail? You wondered, skeptically eyeing him. Probably not. But he was making a good case, unfortunately. 

“If I go to the clinic now, I can kiss the rest of my day goodbye.” 

Iruka paused, pursing his lips together in a firm line; then he sighed. “I can take a look at your ankle for you.” 

This time, you hesitated. You watched him for a long moment, searching his face for any indicator that he might be just saying that for the sake of being polite; but from where you stood, he appeared nothing if not sincere. While you didn’t entirely love the prospect of letting Iruka see your foot, there was still the matter of your wet clothing. 

You grimaced. “I’m not sure.” 

“At most, it’s probably a sprain. You can ice it for a bit and then I’ll wrap it for you.” He replied, his face remaining calm and even. 

You looked down, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “I’m going to drag mud in.” 

Iruka sighed. “Are you always this stubborn when offered help?” 

You almost laughed. “Unfortunately. Bad habit, I guess.”

“How about this: I’ll help get you back home, that way you can change into something dry and then we can set you up with a temporary fix for your foot.”

Admittedly, that was a better option. The feeling of your pants clinging to your body from the rain was beginning to irritate you greatly, and you were itching to get out of these clothes. “Okay, that’s not a horrible idea.” 

Iruka lifted the corner of his mouth in a half-grin, shifting the umbrella from one hand to the next. “Do you think you can manage if you hold onto me?” 

You shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.” 

The pair of you only made it to the top of the hill and around the corner before you halted entirely and shook your head. If you lived closer, it may have been feasible, but you still had another eight minutes to go. No chance you’d make it. After another five minutes of arguing, Iruka opted to pull you onto his back. It was decided that it was the easiest option to get you back to your apartment without putting further strain on your ankle, all while keeping you both safe from the rain. 

The short walk back to your home was quiet. Iruka needed to use both hands to hold you steady, leaving you in charge of keeping the umbrella upright and over the both of you. Sometime along the way, you became increasingly aware that you were soaking his clothing with your own — something you felt terribly for. You wanted to apologize for it, but you knew Iruka would shrug it off. Always the gentleman. 

“Here, let me help you.” Iruka knelt down once you were safely concealed inside your apartment. Remnants of your baking clung to the air and the space was still warm. You watched as the man’s fingers worked to undo the straps on your rollerblades; you quickly placed a hand on the wall beside you to steady yourself when he loosened the laces. “Can you step out of them?” 

Albeit painful, you did manage to remove your feet and place them flat on the floor. Iruka placed your rollerblades next to a pair of sneakers you had just to the left of your front door, then stood and immediately began removing his own footwear. 

“Do you own a tensor bandage?” He inquired, placing his jacket on the hook next to the one you had opted to leave at home just twenty short minutes ago. 

“Somewhere in the bathroom,” you pointed to the door across the way. 

Iruka nodded once. “I’ll go look for it. You find something dry to change into.” 

He left you where you stood and made his way across your tiny studio to where the bathroom was. He shut the door behind him, offering you a moment of privacy; it was when the door was closed and you were alone that you finally took a moment to process what was happening. 

Six years ago, you would have simply died to have Iruka hold you close, in any regard. Thankfully, you no longer felt like your tongue was swollen every time he happened to say hello when passing by in the streets. Overtime, the silly school-girl crush dissipated into respect - a mutual respect. You weren’t entirely sure when it happened. Maybe after Konohamaru started at the academy. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you quickly rummaged through your closet for a pair of clean joggers and a matching sweater. Peeling the rain-soaked jeans from your legs was the least enjoyable part of the process, but one you were grateful for. The flesh of your thighs were so cold it felt as though it was being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. 

By the time Iruka exited out of the bathroom, you were pulling your sweater over your head. He found the tensor bandage and was stretching it out between his hands, his eyes lifting up to meet yours from across the space. “You look more comfortable.” He smiled. 

“I am,” you conceded with a nod and a smile in return, “thank you for getting me home. I’m sure you have better things to be doing with your afternoon.”

Iruka chuckled and shook his head. “No bother at all.” The man appeared sincere, coming to sit down next to you on the tiny loveseat nestled at the foot of your bed. He pursed his lips together tightly and patted his meaty thigh twice. “Alright, let’s take a look.” 

Removing the sock from your foot was the last thing you had wanted to do, but it couldn’t be put off any longer. You gave a quiet sigh, then reached down to slip the material of your sock away from your foot. Iruka helped guide your ankle into place on his leg; he then spent a few moments surveying the tenderness, his fingers gently touching along the swollen area. He kissed his teeth, offering a slight ‘tut’. 

“I think you may need something to help bring the swelling down.” He finally decided.

“I’ve got a bottle of painkillers up there.” You sighed, pointing over to the cabinets above your stove. “There’s also a bag of frozen vegetables in the freezer, could you grab it for me?” 

Iruka was quick to retrieve the items; he filled a small glass with some tap water and made his way back over to the loveseat to sit next to you. He set two tablets into the palm of your hand and watched you throw them into the back of your mouth before he handed you the water to swallow them down. When he was sure you had taken them, he took the glass from your hand and placed it on the table in front of him before gingerly placing the frozen bag of peas over your ankle. 

You couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed. Surely he had better things to do with his Sunday than play caretaker for you. “I’m so sorry.” 

Surprised, Iruka looked over at you. “What are you apologizing for?”

You shrugged once. “This definitely isn’t the best way to spend an afternoon, let alone your Halloween.”

The smile that Iruka flashed at you was warm and comforting. “Trust me, this is more up my alley than going out to celebrate.” 

You rolled your eyes. That felt hard to believe. “What, you don’t go out with Asuma and the others?”

This time, it was Iruka who looked embarrassed. He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck in a guilty manner, his eyes slipping closed as his cheeks lifted in an innocent smile. “I have a great deal of respect for your brother,” he admitted, “but Jiraiya can certainly be a little enthusiastic. Large gatherings aren’t exactly my idea of a good time.” 

You blinked twice, then snorted. “Are you scared of the jōnin, Iruka?” 

“Absolutely not!”

“Master Jiraiya’s enthusiasm is not a good enough excuse to opt out of Halloween,” you retorted. 

Iruka sighed. “What if I say something stupid?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh again. What a silly thing to be worried about, given that your older brother had his own fair share of stupidity. However, you also knew that Asuma also held most people at arm's length at all times, and so the remainder of the village didn’t have the privilege of knowing the Asuma that your family did. For the most part, he was rough around the edges; most certainly the suffer in silence type. But over the last few years during his budding relationship with Kurenai, another side of him began to make its appearance. Someone softer, more tender. 

“If that’s what you’re worried about, don’t.” You lamented. “People say stupid things when they’re halfway through a bottle of sake.” 

The man next to you seemed to visibly relax. “I suppose you’re right.” 

“Besides, if Master Jiraiya invited you, then you’d ought to be there. I don’t really think anyone in the village turns down a request from one of the Legendary Sannin.”

Iruka seemed to consider this. Admittedly, he would never let it be known that he just simply didn’t care for the antics of the holiday. In his youth, Halloween was the perfect day to plan for. He’d spend hours upon hours pulling together the most elaborate pranks; as responsibility came to the forefront, Iruka found that he spent less and less time giving a second thought about trivial things like holiday celebrations. Not having a family to celebrate with may have also played a part in that. 

“What about you?”

Confused, you replied, “What about me?” 

“Do you have any plans for the evening?” Iruka inquired, quickly followed by: “I mean, apart from trying to deliver moist desserts to a poor unsuspecting child?” 

“To be fair, Konahamaru is expecting them.” You couldn’t help but snicker at his words. He was teasing you, and despite the fact the pair of you had not engaged in a steady conversation in almost four years, Iruka teasing you felt natural. As though he had been doing it his whole life. “But no, no plans. I probably would’ve been home after spending the afternoon with him and spent the evening watching a bad thriller and eating leftovers.” 

“That doesn’t sound like an awful time.” He lied. Did she do this every year? Understandably, bringing sweets to your nephew seemed like a wholesome tradition – returning home like a hermit to indulge in the most basic and mundane of activities? 

Well, Iruka couldn’t really judge. If he had it his way, he would be staying home tonight. Glancing down at your iced ankle, he decided if he was lucky enough, he could maybe weasel his way out of it.

You shrugged. “Not as fun as hanging out with my brother, I suppose.” 

Iruka tensed, lifting his hand to the back of his neck to scratch the area lightly. It was still damp with rain from outside, but he was no longer cold. Actually, he noticed it was quite warm inside your studio. “Can I ask you a favour?” 

“Anything.” It came out embarrassingly fast. You hoped he couldn’t see the heat creeping up your neck. 

He appraised you for a long moment, then shook his head. “Nevermind. I couldn’t ask that of you.”

You decided not to press it any further; truthfully, you were a little annoyed. Now you were curious. What had he wanted to ask you? “I think I should probably wrap it now.” 

Iruka nodded, dutifully tending to your ankle. Using both hands, he gently guided your foot from the table to his lap; he spent time examining the wound closely before unravelling the tensor bandage. He began at the base of your foot, then slowly brought it up in careful motions around your swollen ligament. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he tucked the loose end of the bandage into one of the loops and repositioned the bag of frozen vegetables over your ankle. 

“I appreciate you helping me,” you said after a moment. Admittedly, everything that happened to you up until this point should have had you in tears of frustration — nothing had gone right. Yet, from the moment Iruka joined you outside in the rain to offer you a helping hand, the anger began to melt away. Now, the only thing weighing on your mind was the fact Konohamaru would go his first Halloween in six years without you and your shared desserts. “It’s nice to have a friend.”

It sounded so foreign coming from your mouth, but you were sincere. 

“I won’t keep you any longer.” You said suddenly, feeling silly for not sending him off sooner. “Wouldn’t want to keep Jiriya waiting, would you?” 

Iruka sighed. “I suppose.” He was slow to move, staring down at his hands that rested in his lap for a few moments longer before he turned towards your body. “I have a few hours before I’m expected anywhere, and I think I should make sure you get something to eat first.”

“Iruka, I’m fine.” You assured him. 

The man nodded in agreement, but remained seated. “I hear you, I just think Asuma may think differently of me if I were to head out without making sure you were set for the rest of the evening. What kind of a man would I be if I left you now?” He said it nonchalantly, but there was a heavy insinuation behind his words. 

You sighed, “I highly doubt Asuma would care.”

Iruka looked pointedly at you, “Would Asuma do it?” He asked, waiting patiently for your answer. When you lowered your eyes to the table in front of you, the man next to you chuckled and nodded in satisfaction. Because he was right – Asuma wouldn’t have left anyone’s side without ensuring they had everything they needed. You chalked it up to the way you were raised; your father had been an attentive man, and your brother seemed to be following in his footsteps. “That’s what I thought.” 

Unwilling to argue with him, you accepted defeat and leaned back into the cushions of your sofa. “Fine. If you feel you must,” you grumbled lowly, trying to sound annoyed albeit unsuccessfully – Iruka appeared amused – and folded your arms indignantly across your chest, “what were you thinking?” 

The man simply smiled, pushing himself off the sofa to wander over to the pantry just next to your fridge. He spent a few moments browsing through the various items you had leftover in your fridge and cupboard, compiling a batch of ingredients onto the countertops. 

He paused after a while, a sound of displeasure breaking the silence. “No eggs?” 

Guilty, you sunk lower into the pillows. “I used my last two this morning.” 

Iruka looked over his shoulder to where you sat. He didn’t appear to appreciate that answer, and after shutting the fridge door, he made his way over to where he had left his shoes by your front door. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, embarrassed by how quickly it had come from your lips. 

He looked over to you again, his expression blank as he responded. “Heading to the market, I need eggs.” 

You looked over to where your bag sat at his feet and sat up. “I have some change in the front pocket —”

Iruka held up his hand to stop you. “Nonsense, I’ve got it.”

Iruka looked so out of place standing in the middle of your tiny kitchen. He towered over the top of the fridge, needing to bend considerably in order to investigate its contents. His shoulders and back flexed with every movement; you found yourself mesmerized as he diligently diced the veggies into fine slices, absolutely enamoured with the current visual taking place. Admittedly, you never wanted it to end. For a moment, you allowed yourself to live in delusion. Having Iruka up close and personal like this made you long for something more permanent. 

An hour later, Iruka set down a large bowl overflowing with a heaping pile of steaming deliciousness. “Tantanmen is served!” 

You watched as he sat down across from you, noting the way he left his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and kept the apron around his waist. It was amusing to see Iruka so domestic; you only knew him as a prankster growing up, and in his later years, as a dutiful and dedicated teacher. To see him in any other light was strange, and yet, still refreshing. 

“It looks incredible,” you couldn’t lie even if you wanted to. The scents that now filled your apartment had you practically drooling by the time dinner was ready. 

“I wasn’t sure how much spice you could handle, so I went a little easy on yours.” He admitted, watching you intently as you took the first bite. When you closed your eyes and hummed in delight, his mouth broke open into a wide-toothed grin. 

“It’s delicious.” You claimed, happily digging in for a second bite. “Wish I could cook like this.”

“Asuma doesn’t bother to teach you?” He inquired. 

You shrugged. “When we were younger, sure. But, it’s been sixteen years since our mom died. I can’t imagine he remembers all of her recipes.” 

Iruka hesitated with his next question. “Do you remember much of her? Your mom?” 

“No.” You frowned, pushing the noodles around in the broth. “I was six when she was killed. Most of any memories that I have of her include watching her practice medical ninjutsu, more so when Kushina was pregnant.” 

“That’s right,” Iruka nodded, “I had forgotten Biwako was one of Kushina’s midwives.” 

You sat back, staring down into your bowl of ramen. “Seems like so long ago, when you consider everything.” 

The man pursed his lips, watching you quietly for a moment before he leaned forward onto the table. “Do you ever think about following in her footsteps?” 

You smiled, mostly to yourself. “Sometimes. I’m a fair kunoichi, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure if maternal practice is the best suited for me.” 

Iruka nodded. “You mean that you prefer to be in the field.”

You shrugged sheepishly, meeting his gaze. “I blame Asuma for that. Reckless as he is, he may as well have his own team of medical-kunoichi.” You sighed deeply, dropping your eyes. “Not that I’ve been out in a while. Since my old man died, well . . .” you trailed off, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“No one thinks any less of you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I’d like to say I believe you,” you mumbled dryly, “but people treat me differently now that he’s gone. Not bad, but almost like they feel bad for me. Like I need their pity.” 

Iruka folded his arms on the table, “I hardly think anyone pity’s you. You’re a Sarutobi, for God’s sake.”

“Sure feels like it.” Now you just felt silly, pouting at your grown age like this. In front of Iruka, nonetheless. 

The man across from you sighed, unsure of how else he could comfort you. Iruka had watched you train plenty of times; from his classroom at the Academy, he had the perfect view of a few of the training fields that chūnin and jōnin gathered at to practice. He would be lying if he said he didn’t watch Asuma help you work on your hand signals from time to time, or that he found it amusing when you became frustrated.  

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he said after a while of silence. The softness of his voice surprised you. “I know that living this life can be difficult for most, but I would like to think that your father and mother wouldn’t want you to feel like this. Hiruzen spoke about the will of fire so often, I felt like I needed to make it my personal mission to ignite it within the youth of our village. 

Sometimes I forget about how much will the rest of us harbour. I see it in Asuma everyday. I see it in Kakashi, and even Naruto and Shikamaru. They show up for their teammates and their friends every day, they make the choice to continue to aid the community and village in their own unique ways. Whether that be through completing missions at the benefit of protecting the village, or through enhancing their own strengths with vigorous training. It exists in all of us, and undoubtedly within you, too.” 

Unable to hide the blood that rushed to your cheeks, you looked down into your bowl and moved around the noodles. Iruka was right. Maybe you did need to stop being so hard on yourself. 

The pair of you sat across from each other for at least another hour or two before either of you realized the sun was setting behind the tops of the apartments; the rain had cleared, but the streets remained damp with puddles. A part of you was a little disappointed the afternoon had flown by so quickly. Spending time with Iruka turned out to be incredibly relaxing, and it turned out the two of you had a lot more in common than you previously thought. 

You decided that you liked the way he smiled with his eyes. You liked the way the area around them crinkled whenever he lifted his lips into a grin. His hair was beginning to fall in stray strands from his neatly formed ponytail, and while you didn’t understand the logic, it made him all the more human. Intimate, even. Iruka was always seen pulled together, despite working closely with some of the most rambunctious youth the village had ever seen. Even during his sparring matches, a single hair never fell out of place. 

The broad shouldered man was leaning into the counter as he washed the small batch of dishes you had accumulated throughout the day. You told him to leave them and protested profusely, but he waved you away with a laugh in reassurance.

“Are you going to end up meeting with Asuma and the others?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. 

“Why don’t you come with me?” He asked in return, turning away from the sink. “I’m sure no one would mind.”

You almost laughed in disbelief. “I wasn’t necessarily invited.”

Iruka shrugged nonchalantly. “I fail to see the problem. Like you just said, Asuma’s going.”

You thought about it. Surely you would get some grief about not making it to see Konohamaru, but being able to join your brother and his friends in the festivities. Not that Asuma would truly care — if anything, you were more concerned about how he may react to seeing you in a bandage. Protective as ever, Asuma was. 

“Should I really be walking around just yet?” You wondered, looking down at your ankle with uncertainty.

Iruka wiped his hands on a small towelette, his head tilting to the side as he appraised you for a brief moment. Then, he replied, “If it gets to be too much, I will carry you home.” 

From the definitive look in his gaze, you could tell he was sincere. You felt like you had no other choice but to chalk it up to the simple fact Iruka didn’t want to attend this gathering any more than you did, but a small, miniscule part you really wanted it to be because he enjoyed spending time with you. 

“You’ll carry me all the way back?” 

He nodded once. “And you can always lean on me if you need to take a load off, though, I imagine we will be able to sit.”

We will. It may have been wishful thinking, but you wanted to believe that meant he would stay by your side the rest of the night. Suddenly excited with the prospect of spending the remainder of your evening with him, you finally decided to nod and brace your hands on your knees. 

“Alright. I’ve just got one more favour to ask before we head out anywhere, though.” You admitted sheepishly, looking sideways at him. 

He only chuckled, something that always sounded carefree. “Name it.” 

“I may need help changing into something a little less … casual.” 

This time, it was Iruka who appeared to scramble to hide blush that creeped into his own cheeks. Flustered, he nodded but for the first time, suddenly looked completely frozen.

“Don’t worry,” you giggled, noticing the way he gulped noticeably when you began to unzip your sweater, “I won’t tell Asuma that you had a peek.”

[erimeows]

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.”

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After training, MC and Kiba spend the afternoon eating their favorite snack at the local candy shop.

Word Count: 1,380

You were sitting on a tree branch, watching your boyfriend train with his dog. Smiling, you leaned on the trunk with three shurikens between your fingers. Without any hesitation, you threw the blades at Kiba. The Inuzuka heard the sounds of the blades coming his way. When he turned to face the shuriken, he smirked before swiftly evading the attack, landing on a tree branch near to yours.

"That is one cheap trick, [Name]" Kiba smirked at you, revealing his fang. Akamaru barked in agreement. "Oh come on, Kiba. I'm just improving your skills" You retorted then stood up on the branch. "Why won't you train with me? I know that you're a better shinobi than me" He said, standing on the branch as well.

"Maybe later, Inuzuka" Your eyes trailed down the grass. "After we have some fun!" You chimed then jumped off the branch. Kiba smiled at your cheery behavior. "Okay, [Name]. As you wish" He rubbed his brown hair and then jumped down the tree, followed by his dog.

"Okay, hime, what should we do today?" Kiba grabbed your hands and gave it a tight squeeze, locking eyes with yours. "Let's go and visit Haku's sweet shop. I hope there's a [f/f] odango candy" You smiled, stealing a kiss from him. "Okay! Let's go!" You pulled away then skipped off with his hand on yours.

You, Kiba, and Akamaru left the forest and went into the village. The two of you were walking side by side, hand in hand, with the white dog following behind, chatting and joking while on your way towards the local sweet shop.

Once the three of you arrived at the shop, you smelled the delicious aroma of the [f/f] odango candy. "Haku-san!" You called as you, Kiba, and Akamaru entered inside. "Ah! [Name]-san! Kiba-san! Welcome!" A young man in his twenties greeted the two of you. He has medium black hair, and fair skin and wears a plain white top and black pants. "Hello, Haku" Kiba smiled at the man.

"Please have a seat, I will be preparing your usual orders" The black-haired man flashed the two of you a smile before entering inside the kitchen. You and Kiba followed his instructions and sat near the door. You placed your elbows on the wooden table and rested your cheeks on your palm, staring at the male in front of you. You smiled at him.

"What's on my face?" He asked, giving you a confused expression, one brow raised and lips a bit curved down. "Nothing, honey~ I'm just wondering if you can be a sweet person" You smile with your eyes closed and swing your legs under the table. "I really can't understand you and your childish behavior... Geez....." He rubbed his head and then averted his eyes somewhere else.

"But that's the reason you loved me, right?" You said, still staring at him. "Well, you can say so. Maybe..." He hesitated to answer at first. Knowing your other secret side, the manipulative side. You smirked. "Let me make you a bit sweeter to reduce your bitter personality. "I'm not bitter nor sweet..." He retorted, giving you an unamused expression, resting his cheek on his palm.

"Okay then, do you believe that there's a forever?" You challenged him, sly smirk crept on your lips. "There's no forever, [Name]. Since we die eventually" He sighed at your stupid question. "Not that forever. Forever in love, I mean" Your brows twitched but you remained calm. "Either, [Name]. Some believe that love's not forever, some believe that there is" Kiba answered finally.

"Just like I said, I'm neither bitter nor sweet" He slyly smiled, and you removed your elbows and then smiled too. "Fine, but you can't complain when I turned you sweeter..." You stated. Kiba opened his mouth to argue but you stopped him. "... It's my decision, right?" You grinned at him. He scoffed, that's what he hated with your manipulative side. You always win in arguments, manipulating his answers.

"Your orders are here, [Name]-san, Kiba-san" Haku came back with two plates, one plate consists of 100 odango candies. One has [f/f] odango candies and the other has a mint flavor. Haku placed the plates down the mouth-sized sweets and looked at the two of you with a proud smile. "Also, I have some for Akamaru" He placed a white cloth with some odango candies on the floor. Akamaru didn't hesitate to munch on the candies.

You chuckled while watching the white dog devour his snacks. "Okay, I'll leave the two of you here" Haku flashed you a wink before heading back to the kitchen. You understand what he meant and you smirked inside. Kiba grabbed one small candy and put it inside his mouth, chewing, and savoring, before finally swallowing.

You grabbed one candy and shoved it inside your mouth, savoring each time you bit on it. You noticed Kiba enjoying his little snacks, eyes closed. An idea popped inside your head as you smirked, you grabbed one [f/f] Odango candy and put it inside your mouth. You waited for Kiba to finish his candy before you made a move.

"Sometimes, when you always eat the same thing all over and over again, you will get tired of it" He stated then looked at you. Without any warning, you leaned your face to him, forcing him into a kiss. His eyes widened at your sudden action as cheeks started to heat up. While you stayed in that position with closed eyes.

Kiba is still frozen in his spot, you took this as an advantage then leaned more aggressively as he moaned. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, letting him taste the melted [f/f] flavor of your candy. When Kiba noticed your need, he didn't hesitate to kiss back and started a tongue battle.

The two of you continued the passionate kiss for a moment and then parted for air. You pulled back a bit, your mouth was still open as saliva hung between yours and Kiba's mouth. You panted for air as your cheeks were still dark red. After that, you leaned back in your chair and fixed yourself.

"That was one cheap trick again, [Name]" Kiba barked at you. "You said it yourself, I have a manipulative side. Whenever I want something from people, I manipulate them to give it to me" You retorted. "And also--Mhm!" You didn't have the chance to construct your sentence when Kiba leaned on you, forcing you for a kiss.

Your eyes widened in surprise as his tongue made its way into your partly open mouth. A taste of mint in his tongue, and you couldn't help but taste it. You looked at his eyes and they showed challenge, you smirked then furrowed your brows in determination to win the challenge.

You roughly kissed back, earning a grunt from him. But Kiba didn't want to lose, his tongue explored every corner of your mouth until he found a special place. He aggressively licked that part, gasped then he continued on his work. Every time he returns to that part, you let out a moan.

After some time, you quickly broke and then gasped for air, panting as sweat beads decorated on your face. You looked at a grinning brown-haired male and glared at him. "That is unforgivable," You said in a venom-filled voice. "Eh~? Why? Can't I do that to you too? You're not the only one who can be manipulative, you know. And you also said it yourself, you manipulate people to give you what you want. Isn't that what you want?" He said.

You grimaced and then hissed under your breath. Kiba chuckled and earned your attention. "What?" You snapped, crossing your arms in frustration. "Nothing, now you achieved your goal," He said. You tilted your head in confusion at his statement. He chuckled again. "Remember what you said? That you're going to make me sweeter? Well now I became one" He smiled. You smiled back. "You're right" Then leaned again to give a quick peck on the lips.

[h8ani]

Crush

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word count: 1049

Warnings: No warnings, fem!reader

Prompt: “Oh my god! Him? You like him?”

Having a crush on someone is like feeling butterflies in your stomach when you finally see them for the first time in the day. You get giddy and suddenly it’s hard to not smile when they’re standing in front of you. It’s hard not thinking about them, you think about him when you wake up, when you eat lunch even when you’re sleeping. You find yourself craving his presence, even if he wasn’t talking to you, just him being around is enough.

That’s what having a crush is supposed to feel like.

You on the other hand wish you can dump these feelings in a bottle and have it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

On top of thinking about him constantly, which is starting to make you go a bit insane you realize that on days you know your paths will cross you tend to look better than usual. You fix your hair, the make up you decide to put on is almost scary good with how you’ve perfected it and your ninja attire you usually wear you decided to change it up with a different color in hopes he just noticed you. You even started to notice how nervous you grow around him or when he’s in the vicinity you’re not as bad as Hinata when Naruto talks to her but you’re pretty damn close which makes you go insane because that just isn’t you.

~~~

Sitting inside Ichiraku Ramen on one of the open chairs you sit by Hinata who you invited over to have lunch with. You two usually take time out of your week at least once to sit down and have a meal together.

“Hey Hinata. Howd you know you had feelings for Naruto?” You ask while picking out the egg from your ramen while she looks at you with an immediate blush on her cheeks.

“Well… I became interested in him when I was younger, he saved me from bullies when we were kids and even though I wasn’t allowed to be around him I always paid attention to him from that point. I admired him a lot for who he was so the feelings just came naturally, especially as we got older and were around each other more.” She answers in a small voice. You smile at her words. “Why do you ask?” She adds.

You shrug, “Just wondering is all.” She nods and turns around. “Oh hi Kiba.” She smiles at her teammate who sits next to her.

You feel 10 degrees warmer and the small restaurant suddenly felt suffocatingly smaller. You looked down at your food immediately finding it much more interesting than what the boy next to you was saying to your friend. What ramen did you even get? Wasn’t it supposed to have chicken in it? There’s so many vegetables in this. When did the broth-

“Hi (Y/N).” Kiba says with a smile.

You have to acknowledge him. You have to look at him, it’d be rude not to.

Jesus is it getting hot in here?

You hate how tight your chest feels right now, it’s just Kiba. Just Kiba, the same boy you’ve known since the Academy, since watching him lose at the Chunin exams and the same Kiba you’ve known since forever. It’s Kiba, the boy you’ve realized just up until recently that you’ve had a crush on since you can remember.

“Hi…” you say quietly and glance over at him before looking back at your bowl. You can feel your cheeks burning up and curse him for coming in here. You hate being this girl, you don’t get shy, you’re loud and abrasive most days but with Kiba around, you are reduced to a shallow puddle ready for him to step in to.

You’ve ignored and pretty much zoned out all of their conversation until Kiba stands up. You turn your head, and he smiles to the both of you. “I’ll see you two around.” His eyes linger on you for a moment before he leaves past the front banners of the restaurant. You feel your cheeks and they were practically on fire with how flustered you got, you internally sighed. God did you feel like an idiot around him.

You were patting your cheeks, hoping to calm down when Hinata gasped next to you, causing you to quickly look over. “Oh my god! Him? You like him?” She exclaimed. Your mouth opened but nothing came out. “I always noticed you act differently when he was around but that’s why you asked me that question earlier!”

“Shh!” You hush her and look around you two to see if anyone was walking by. “Don’t say anything to anyone! It’s just a little crush, something that will go away eventually ya know? It’s not like Kiba would even like me back so there’s no point in saying anything to anyone. Let alone him, right?” You rush all of the words out as quick as you can.

“Are you trying to convince me that you don’t really have a crush or yourself?” She asks.

“It just wouldn’t matter if I told him or not okay?”

You huff a big sigh and Hinata can’t help but frown slightly. She knows your feelings now, you like her teammate, but her teammate has almost said the exact same thing to her about you, give or take a few words. Kiba wanted to spend more time with you, but with you never saying more than a small greeting to him he thought it was pointless and he wouldn’t have a chance. Kiba seeing you and Hinata eating was just a perfect excuse to see you. He likes seeing you around the village, he liked being in your presence, he just liked everything about you.

He stayed back on the side of the ramen shop once he heard Hinata’s voice raise when he left. His curiosity getting the better of him he eavesdropped on your conversation. He waited a few moments and after hearing you admit, you also have feelings for him, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own because before he knew it, he was walking back into Ichiraku and was standing in front of you. You stared up at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

[kiljoius]

When Kiba looks at Hinata, he sees the moon.

He knows that’s corny as hell to think, but he really does.

He envisions a beautiful, bright full moon, sparkling stars surrounding it, illuminating everything that makes contact with its light. Including himself—he lights up, too.

Kiba had always been the type to seek the sun, he used to joke that’s how he ended up on her team.

Hyūga means “place in the sun.” So he figures it’s only natural for him to be attracted to her—he wants a place in the sun, too. But really, she’s more a moon than a sun. A bright light in the otherwise dreary, dreadful darkness of the Leaf for so long. Her dark hair is like the night sky, her luminescent eyes like the stars.

She’s the moon, and if he’s being boastful, he’d even say he’s the sun. She told him that one time, and whether she meant for him to or not, he's hung onto that since.

[stella-ignis-rosea]

Time and Reincarnation: Chronos vs Kiba…Genshin Verse

Kiba gripped his spear tightly as he stared into the pink sandy eyes, Chronos widened his eyes as he naturally had his red staff floating next to him. The two knew this confrontation would happen sooner or later..so many times in many lives..it was the same song and dance for them. A constant battle with the same results, with the same provocation by Chronos. The curse with Nemui..Kiba’s aim to put a stop to Chronos once and fall

“Let’s get this over with..” Chronos sighed and smirked as he grasped the floating staff and the eye shaped gem flashed and formed a blade made of pure energy. He charged at Kiba who widened his eyes at how fast the other came to him, he gripped his spear and pole jumped as fast as he could to get away from Chronos’s incoming attack. The jump launched him away from Chronos who then turned around in fury and snarled.

Chronos swung his spear at the ground causing the ground to quake around him and turn into pure sand, tendrils made of sand sprung forth and launched at the shame, coming at him with all directions

Kiba gripped his spear and held his hand out, his vision glowed brightly as vines spout from the ground in an extreme strength of growth. Reaching tall enough to reach for the oncoming attack and smack away the tendrils of sand. The spikes on the vines sliced and scratched to destroy them with each hard whipping smack

Kiba watched but was caught off guard by Chronos reaching over and punching him hard in the face, Kiba stumbled and was pushed down and pinned by his opponent, gripping his staff tightly he didn’t let go of it as he quickly placed the stem of the weapon to Chronos’s neck to push him off

“You aren’t one for melee combat…then again..shamans are healers..not fighters” Chronos choked as he continued to push past the spear that was barring him, he raised his hand and in what felt like a split second his own weapon slammed down on Kiba’s weapon

‘CLANG’

‘SNAP’

Kiba’s eyes widened has his own weapon snapped and broke like a stick, it was made of wood after all..it wasn’t a magic weapon..

He tossed the broken item aside and grabbed for Chronos’s arms to pry him off while Chronos reached for Kiba’s neck..choking him

He can’t breathe..

He can’t push him off…

His lungs…they burn…

But he can’t loose..

He opened his mouth, and bit down on Chronos’s hand, hard enough to draw blood, Chronos screamed in shock as he didn’t resist to pull that hand away. Only to be picked up by a thorny vine and harshly slammed to the ground like a ragdoll, and then tossed right into a wall. The impact was harsh almost breaking the wall of stone and cement that was hardly being held up together, as they were in an old ruins

Kiba stood up, his golden eyes shining and glowing with absolute primal rage, sweat dripping from his face. Hunched over to breathe the air he was being deprived of and cough heavily, after catching his breathe he noticed Chronos was stunned by the impact. He took out a dagger from his pouch and rushed to take advantage of this moment. Using his dendro abilities to sprout smaller vines around Chronos to hold and restrain

This was his chance to end this…once and for all…

He can save them…

And avenge those that were lost and taken..

He can save him..

He can end this…!!

With Chronos knocked out and restrained Kiba threw the dagger with hard force straight at Chronos, only to watch it vanish…..confused..he looked around only to feel a sharp pain at his abdomen. He screamed as he looked down to see the very same dagger he threw. Stunned he looked up to notice Chronos was gone…and so were the vines, he pulled the dagger out and used his dendro magic to use his make leaves for a temporary bandage quickly…

Did Chronos leave?!

Where was he?!

What Kiba didn’t notice was that Chronos was above him..his staff now turned into a blood red blade aiming at Kiba, a crazed scowl on his face

“So you grew fangs….how interesting!”

Kiba looked up as he noticed the blade coming down at him, “shit!,,.” Kiba covered the wound in his hand as he sprinted out of the blades path. Only for the ground to turn into sand under him and pull him under by the feet. Causing Kiba to fall flat on his face, screaming as the dagger he had slid away from him. He struggled to pull his feet free, but alas they were stuck tight in the ground by Chronos’s sand abilities.

He looked at the dagger, trying once more to reach for the hilt..

“Come on….just a bit more…”

But it was no use, the dagger was too far and Chronos closed his eyes sending his own blade down on the shaman.

Kiba’s eyes widened and activated a shield made of dendro. The vines and dendro aura blocked the incoming blade that was surely to end his life…blood seeping from Kiba’s mouth as the stab wound from earlier worsens from so much movement

He can’t keep this up…he was indeed trapped…

“I won’t give up…not until you are stopped!”

He slams his fisted hand on the soil beneath him. A flower sprouted before him…blossoming so beautifully and gorgeously…the pollen released by it. The petals glowing brightly as it releases a powerful aura

“My turn….”

He glared at Chronos as the flower started to glow brightly as it was charging in power, like a flower using photosynthesis…the leaves of the flower moved and twitched, and then in a matter of seconds grew in length and reached for Chronos aiming to hold him still, the deity widened his eyes knowing what Kiba is planning and aimed to move out of the way, but the leaves aiming to grab him were fast and agile, and they homed in on him. Eventually one of the leaves grabbed his foot, another grabbed his arm and same with his neck..

And they pulled him towards the flower hardly, he could feel the glow of the flowers power growing…he considered this a lesson in underestimating the shamans skills in power as he was blasted by dendro energy from the flower,

And again..

And again..!

“ack!!…Gaah!!!”

The short blasts then grew in size and power as now Kiba was releasing more power

The short blasts turned into a long beam attack..and the leaves kept Chronos in the center of the blast

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Chronos will admit…this attack did a lot of damage to him..as once the attack finished he was covered in burns, cuts and bruises from Kiba’s plants, the leaves didn’t let go of him though.

No they gripped tighter, Kiba smirking as they slammed him repeatedly on the ground and then held him bounded to the ground in a restrained kneeling position

Kiba staggered up and walked over to Chronos, now that his feet are free due to Chronos loosing his hold on him. He grabbed the dagger and held it over Chronos..

“….this is the end for you…all the pain you’ve caused…all the suffering you inflicted!!…” Kiba hissed as he glared at Chronos, his eyes staring directly into his

“You…can’t kill a god….with such a mortal blade..face it….you lost before this fight even began….your on borrowed time Kiba..~”

Kiba gripped the hilt of the dagger and was about to bring it down to Chronos neck

SPLATTER!

Kiba froze, blood dripping from his chest and his mouth, he coughed…gagged and gasped for air, he didn’t even notice Chronos’s staff was above him…he was so focused on Chronos himself that he didn’t even restrain his weapon!

He dropped the dagger…stumbled to his knees as he was in so much agony….

Chronos felt himself being loosened, and with a lift from his finger…the staff was yanked out of the shaman.

“..I will commend your effort this time…you managed to scratch me, cut me, bruise me…but here you are once again..”

He began as he walked towards the dying shaman, kicking him right in the wound and stepping on his chest and looking at him

“The light is slowly leaving your eyes…..aren’t you tired of this same song and dance?…”

Kiba gave no answer as he just spat in the deity’s face

“I see….you still wish to keep going..” Chronos continued as he observes Kiba, struggling determined beneath his foot to push Chronos off. He thinks for a moment

If he kills Kiba now?…Akumu will come later to kill him…and oh how he loathes that spacial deity that is his rival, his opposite…why did it have to be him? Of all the gods to be his executioner…it’s the one that he despises the most

But looking at Kiba, what if he didn’t kill him..not yet….no..perhaps he can delay this..

Kiba’s soul…he can see its fading glow in his chest…no doubtingly weakened so much by the constant reincarnating and death….so perhaps…he can take advantage of this

Chronos smirked as he released his foot from Kiba’s chest, but then grabbed Kiba by the hair and dragged him to the very wall one of those wretched thorny vines threw Chronos earlier. He harshly threw Kiba against the wall and pinned him, staff in hand

“I’m not gonna kill you just yet….no I’m gonna do worse..your spiritual powers can be a bit….useful in getting that stupid time gear..and that child you are trying so hard to protect..I’m gonna make you suffer..and watch it all happen…..”

Chronos smiled as the gem on his staff lights up as his body starts to turn bright pink, his red eyes glowing menacingly with absolute malice. Kiba’s expression changed from determined…to absolute horror…fear..

“What are you doing?!….” Kiba blurted out..

Chronos’s body changed into a glowing energy enigma, shapeless…formless…he rose into the air and before Kiba could get away…the enigma slammed into Kiba, the shaman screamed, in pure agony…and was engulfed in a bright pink light….

Once the light faded…Chronos was no where to be found it seems..it was only Kiba

Lying on the ground unconcious it seems…only for his golden eyes to open…now that gold turned into a shade of rose gold…a pinkish hue forming over the gold….bright pink cracks forming right under his eyes…

The man stood up looking at his hands, and smirked, chuckling at first…then laughing..

“You hardly put up a fight in that…Kiba~” Chronos spoke from Kiba’s lips..

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A thing I had the urge to write while listening to music, I plan on writing a part two to this because more stuff happens after this!

But for now enjoy these two having a squabble..

[mika080]

Reading and Cuddles Always 

by KagamiPINKAgreste

Summary: A surprise visit from their boyfriends of the Hidden Sand. Best part they bring books!

Rated: T - English - Friendship/Romance 

[Gaara, Sakura H.] [Kankuro, Shino A.] 

[Additional notes: drabble]

Link.

[tired-biscuit]

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: implied breeding

thinking about getting into a relationship with kiba while you’re still on the pill and the sex being fine, but then getting off of birth control at some point and thus eventually ovulating.

when he catches the scent of it for the first time, he loses every last shred of his composure and sanity in mere seconds. progressively gets all pushy and touchy and almost possessive, even a tad bit rough with you. tries making moves on you because all of a sudden he just wants to call in sick to work so that he can fuck you and breed you throughout the entire night instead — nothing else.

he is unable to keep his hands off of you, quite literally. he keeps on telling you how good you smell — now why is that? — as he presses his nose against the pulse point that’s on your neck and corners you in the kitchen. every inhale he takes is so fucking deep that it makes him feel dizzy and makes his lungs feel like they’re burning. he’s dressed in his work pants but he’s already unbuckling his belt with one hand as he pushes you even further back with the other one; until you’re sitting on top of the counter and have your legs spread open for him because he’s made you do it.

you think he’s just messing with you at first, but when he places his hand on your thigh, there are claws poking into your skin, threatening to dig deep if he isn’t careful. he keeps mumbling something under his breath, always looking down, but you realise that he doesn’t even seem to be acknowledging you — at least not properly, that is.

all that matters is the scent, your scent. it fogs his mind, consumes him entirely. you say his name, patting his cheek with worry, and when he looks up so that he can kiss and lick the inside of your palm, his pupils are blown wide. they’re so huge and unfocused that they make him look uncanny almost.

he’s pussy drunk and he hasn’t even gotten it yet.

[narutogwriting]

Anyways let’s thirst y’all 💦 👅

[chiwhorei]

【 Fᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ. 】

╰┈➤ I found this?? In my drafts??

╰┈➤ Tags: no edit, drabble, NSFW, A/B/O, knotting, pain, pussy-drunk alpha!Kiba x fem reader

I think Kiba would nearly fuck you dead while he’s in heat. his knot would literally tear you in half and he’s always so worried about going too far. If he looses control, he could break you open cunt. first.

And that’s what you seem to want.

The way your pussy stretches to accommodate his fattened shaft makes his eyes gloss over. No one else has ever taken him like this even when he’s not in heat.

He used to fuck you like you were porcelain, bracing for the splintering of glass and never letting himself let go completely. Even on a normal day, Kiba would still the roll of your hips with stern, white-knuckled grip.

“Let’s not bite off more than we can chew, sweetheart.”

His voice barely passes between his teeth, his canines sharp and glinting brightly.

You’d let him eat you alive. And that fucking scares Kiba.

You’ve been flirting with the point of no return for a while now, grinding on his painfully hard cock when his heat comes on. Seeing how far you can push him until he rips you off of his lap and locks himself in another room.

You had to beg him to let you sleep over tonight, promising to tell him if he’s going too far- but nothing of the sort is coming through the unintelligible garble of moans and pleads your lips are spilling.

He’s been lapping at your pussy for what feels like hours, nipping at your sensitive clit with a measured bite- not too hard, he reminds himself. He’s playing with God tonight too.

Eating your pussy is all Kiba’s confident in doing while his heat is pouring molten lava into his veins, but tonight is the worst it’s been in a long time. Even his jaw feels like it’s on a hairpin trigger.

He should have left town, begged you to stay far away. But you wouldn’t have listened, you never do, and fuck, that makes Kiba’s cock pulse.

Your pussy is drowning him, giving and giving with no end in sight. How many times has he felt the spasm of your pussy against his mouth tonight? Kiba’s lost count. It’s only when you start calling out for him that he rips his mouth from your cunt with a growl.

“I need you Kiba, I need you so much it hurts.” The way your voice sounds like a cry for help makes him dizzy.

Even stone sober, Kiba can’t refuse you, he’s holding onto his resolve by his teeth. Your body’s writhing like liquid gold directly under the swollen shaft aching in his sweatpants.

“You know I can’t let you take my knot like this baby.” He’s begging you more than he’s telling you no. Begging you not to ask him again, because he’s running out of control by the second.

“Kiba please..” your voice is a sirens call, the last syllable still at the tip of your tongue as he’s pulling his pants down. His cock is rutty and thicker at the base than you could have imagined.

“If I tear you in half, just know that it’s your fault,” he pushing in as slow as he can, hand shaking a bit as he holds the tip against your twitching little hole.

Kiba lowers to his elbows, trapping you like a fawn in the jowls of a wolf. His teeth are barred as he pushes in, an inch farther, another, until you feel the swell of his base against your lips.

Fuck. You’re tight enough to be lethal. So taughtly stretched around his shaft that it’s almost painful. Kiba pushes his knot in completely, balls slapping against your ass. Your breath catches, eyes rolling to the back of your head and for just a moment Kiba worries he’s earnestly fucked you to death.

But then he feels it, your pussy constricting and relaxing around him like he’s so, so familiar with. Your hips start to buck in search for more. You need more.

“Kiba, fuck me like you’re trying to kill me. Please.”

How’s he supposed to say no to that?

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Chocolate-Covered Confessions - Kakashi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

A Chilly Trip to The Sugar Dealer - Kakashi x F!Reader - smut oneshot

The Cardigan - Kakashi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

Alone - Kakashi x F!Reader - angsty-fluffy oneshot

Poor Communication - fwb!Kakashi x F!Reader x Iruka - angst oneshot

Such Effort - Kakashi x F!Reader - completed series

Take Me In Your Arms - Kakashi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Itachi - WIP series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Itachi

Thank You - Itachi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

A Dream From Another Universe - Itachi x F!Reader - bittersweet fluff oneshot

Loving From Afar - Itachi x F!Reader x Shisui - WIP

Take Me In Your Arms - Itachi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Kakashi - WIP series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Shisui

Closing Time - Shisui x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot

Loving From Afar - Shisui x F!Reader x Itachi - WIP

Shino

The Art of Mutual Growth (pt. 1) - Shino x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

The Art of Mutual Pleasure (pt. 2) - Shino x F!Reader - smut oneshot

Iruka

The Sound of Gladness - Iruka x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot (with level 1 smut)

Poor Communication - Iruka x F!Reader x fwb!Reader - fluff oneshot (if you stop halfway through)

[old-danmei-fan]

Holy crap, I wrote this way faster than I thought I would. It started as just some Shino drabbles and morphed into a kinda fic? I'll get it rewritten into a fic with better dialogue since I didn't have any in the first half lmao

Anyways, no warnings besides a little bit of alcohol and bets. It is also sfw. I tried to make it gender neutral and there's no description of the reader's physical appearance. I am open to feedback so please let me know if you've got tips or suggestions for me!

Enjoy ☺️

When you meet as kids, shino is standoffish. He figures you're going to be grossed out or scared of his Kikaichū so he's a little shocked when you don't run away the first time you see them.

You keep coming up to him to just stand next to him and talk even though he doesn't respond much or volunteer any info of his own. You figure he's not telling you to go away so he must not mind your chatter.

You'll tell him about the most mundane parts of your day, about the flowers you saw starting to bloom, or even how you're craving a certain treat your mom made when you were a child. Shino will just stand or walk quietly with you, absorbing every little detail you give up to him.

You only realize Shino is actually listening and not just humoring you when he brings you your favorite treat after he notices you're having a rough day.

After that, you become inseparable from each other outside of missions and other duties. When you aren't training with your team, you go find Shino to train with and vice versa. Whenever you both have time, you'll go grab something to eat together when you're done with training.

Now that you two are friends he doesn't stop talking as long as you show interest in what he's saying. He still makes sure to pay attention to you when you're talking as well and will now interject with questions to keep you talking, no longer making you have a one way conversation.

As you get older and become older teens and even young adults, Shino becomes more and more protective of you. He's not sure why he feels the need to do so, but he figures it's because you're his best friend and that's what friends do.

Realistically, he knows you're a skilled and strong Shinobi, so why does he always feel the urge to step in for you when he knows you don't need him to?

All of your friends can see how close you and Shino have become over the years. They all know you two aren't actually dating, but there are most definitely bets going on about when it will actually happen.

When the Konoha 12 get to go out together, you two find that you gravitate to each other. Even when you drift away in separate conversations, you end up next to each other again eventually.

Shino is always the one that makes sure you get back to your house and in the door safely. As soon as your door starts opening he tells you to have a good night and off he goes.

He really wants you to ask him to stay so you can just hangout together and talk more outside of the noisy bar, but he doesn't want to be rude and ask you to come in.

One time while you're away on an extended mission, Shino and the rest of the of the 12 still in the village, go out to their usual bar for drinks. After a few rounds, Kiba decides to do a little light hearted goading and ask Shino if you two have decided on a date for the wedding.

Shino is more confused by this question than any other question in his life. Why would you two be getting married? You're best friends and he's positive you don't see him that way since no one else in the village ever has.

Kiba apologizes and explains everyone has just assumed you were dating since you're always together and have never shown romantic interest in anyone else throughout the years.

The rest of the night continues on like normal, Shino staying sober and keeping an eye on the rest of the group as they continue drinking. It's not as rowdy tonight as it normally is though so Shino finds himself thinking about your friendship over the years.

He thought about how he always looked forward to your training sessions together, walking you home everytime he could, the way he could tell you were having a bad day by the look in your eyes and how you slightly slumped your shoulders, the way he knew that surprising you with some chai or pastries would bring a smile back to you face.

A face that he just now realized that he misses terribly when you or he are away on missions. A face that brightens his day when he sees you crest the hill leading to the training grounds.

It's like a lightbulb goes off and Shino's eye grow wide behind his glasses with the understanding that not only are you his best friend, you are also the only person in his life that he ever really wants to see. That he has ever really cared for besides his clan. That he is in love with you and never knew it.

While Shino is completely oblivious to the conversations going on around him, Shikamaru leans over to Kiba to ask "Did he really just now figure out he's in love with them?"

Kiba with a smirk on his face responds "He sure did. I bet you 20 he'll be waiting by the gate when they return from their mission."

With that Shikamaru reaches his hand out to Kiba to shake on it.

A few days later as you're starting to see the gate of Konoha, you notice a tall figure leaning against the wall. As you get closer you notice it's Shino and your breath hitches since this is the first time he's been waiting for you at the gate.

As you reach him you frantically start asking what's wrong and if everything is ok since it's not normal for him to be waiting for you. Shino let's you get everything out before telling you nothing is wrong and that he simply missed you and wanted to see you.

Your blush is immediate and you stammer a little as you think of what to say. You've always harbored a crush on your best friend but never thought anything would come of it. Shino never showed any sort or interest or attraction outside of friendship.

However

As you start walking together you think about how he doesn't spend as much time with anyone, outside of his team of course, as he does with you. You abruptly stop walking and as Shino stops and turns to you, you ask him why.

"Why what?" He responds with a look of confusion on what little you can see of his face.

"Why after so many years of us being friends do you decide to wait for me after this mission? It wasn't particularly dangerous. There was no need to worry yourself over me." The question you really want to ask doesn't come out though.

Shino is quiet and contemplative for a moment before he says "Because I have come to the realization that I want to be the first person you see everytime you return from missions." He paused to grab your hands and his voice is a little softer when he continues. "Because after years of you being my best friend, I have come to the conclusion that I'm in love with you."

You stare wide eyed at Shino, extremely surprised, but elated at his confession. You squeeze his hand as you say "Shino, I have been waiting for you to say that to me since you let me talk your ear off as a child."

With that shino surprises you even more as he lifts you from the ground in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. As he puts you down, he grabs your hand to walk with you to give the mission report. "Let's go get dinner after your done giving your report." Shino says as you start the walk to Hokage Tower.

Neither of you noticed Kiba and Shikamaru in the shadow of a near by building watching you walk away. "What a drag" mumbles Shikamaru as he pulls a 20 out of his wallet to give to Kiba.