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clementinesandwine · 1 year
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Jealous Kiba
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I have absolutely been slacking on writing any fics, and this isnt my normal content, but I have been thirsting for Kiba recently. So obviously, I have to write this 5.3K word filth :)
✧˖ ° includes~ seemingly modern au, established friendship, nsfw, jealous Kiba, praise kink, choking, dom!kiba, sub!reader, biting, scratching, hair pulling, honorifics, reader called good girl etc.
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You all gathered at Sakura’s apartment for her small birthday celebration. She had finally turned 21, the house smelling of booze and excitement, Kiba noted. He was stone-cold sober, having driven himself here, and not as happy as everyone around.
Kiba watched stealthily from his spot on the couch as you stood next to the pony-tailed idiot. Now he had nothing against Shikamaru, it's just that he was standing too close for comfort and he missed when you would stand that close to him, even if you and him had only been friends. You guys used to hang out every day, but recently Kiba noticed you distancing yourself. Probably because you were buddy buddy with Shaikamaru. God, Kiba could practically smell the jealousy on himself. He had no right to really be mad, having never confessed his feelings to you, but still, had all your days together meant nothing? Now you’re outwardly flirting with one of his friends?
You threw your head back, laughing. Kiba noticed the way you placed your hand on Shikamaru’s shoulder, slightly pushing him away. He knew Shikamaru wasn’t that fucking funny, so why the hell were you laughing so hard? Kiba watches as you lean in and give Shikamaru a hug, figuring you were getting ready to leave. He couldn’t help but notice the way Shikamaru held you, one arm on your waist, the gentle rub of his hand on the back of your head as you pressed flush against his chest. Kiba could have torn him apart at that moment, but he calmed himself. He could never cause a scene like that, but if Kiba ever sensed discomfort from you, he would be by your side in an instant. No matter who the person was, if they made you uncomfortable, Kiba was there.
He got up, flattening out his army green hoodie, and walked over to you.
“Hey (Y/N), you heading home for the night?” He asks you.
You jump, a little startled and a little nervous. You had missed Kiba, but distancing yourself was the only way you thought you could get over this stupid crush. You and him had been friends for years, you couldn’t ruin it over some silly feelings. But fuck, did he look good in green, the long sleeves of his hoodie pushed up giving you full view of his muscular forearms.
“Oh, yeah, I’m ready to hit my bed. Just gotta say bye to Sakura and thank her for inviting me,” you respond, looking up into his eyes. He towered over you.
“Let me drive you home then, you’ve been drinking, no?”
“Only like, two. You know I don’t drink like that. I’m fine to walk home, Kib,” you say.
“Well, you know I could never let a pretty girl like you walk home alone at night,” he starts, mimicking you. “Plus, I miss your stupid face,” He says, one hand on the back of his neck.
“Wow,” you say jokingly. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered with that two in one combo.”
Your laugh calms his nerves. “Oh come on, I can’t just be giving out compliments, (Y/N). But, you can take it however you want,” he says, flashing his canines.
“I take it you won’t have no for an answer, so I’ll meet you at the front door, hm?” You question, looking at him with doe eyes.
He swears his knees almost buckle with you looking at him like that. Faking innocence. Kiba nods his head like an excited puppy and makes his way to the door.
When you’re done saying bye to everyone, you walk over to the front door. You spot Kiba standing there, rocking on his heels. His hands were stuck in his jean pockets, head down, his scruffy hair falling a bit into his face. He looked so good.
“I’m ready,” you say simply, trying to collect yourself.
He gives you a look up and down, brows furrowed. “Where’s your jacket?”
“Oh, I didn’t bring one,” you say with a smile.
“Tsk, tsk. (Y/N), you know what kind of man I am. Did you really think I was gonna let you walk outside in that little dress with no jacket?” He begins to pull off his hoodie. His black T-shirt underneath lifts along with it, giving you a full view of his toned abs. You can’t help but squeeze your legs together, knowing if you put that hoodie on, the smell of him so close would drive you nuts.
“Kiba I’ll be-” you start, but are cut off by him shoving the sweater into your chest.
“No buts. Put the sweater on please,” Kiba says. You do as you’re told, the sweater falling slightly below your bottom. Almost the length of the white dress you were wearing. “There,” he says. “Much better.”
While you walk to the car, Kiba keeps the doors locked. He knows you would try to open it yourself and he just could not have that. He was too much of a gentleman. When he gets to the passenger door, he holds the handle, unlocks the door, and pulls it open for you. You can feel your cheeks warm at his action. You have to stop thinking of your friend like this, he’s just being nice.
He waits until he sees you are all set in your seat, feet comfortably in the car, before he softly closes the door and makes his way to the driver's side. You look through the tinted windows, openly ogling at his biceps and chest that are oh so visible through his shirt. You realize you do not really want to go home. You want to spend some time with the boy you’ve been avoiding for a month now. As he connects his phone to the radio and picks a playlist, you call him.
“Kiba, do you actually mind if we drive around a bit or something? I don’t actually want to go home, I was just tired of being around so many people,” you say, which isn’t a total lie. You didn’t want to be around everyone. And his hoodie was just a convincing factor for you to stay out with him.
“Of course, you know I love my late nights,” he says, looking over at you. “Especially when I spend them with you.”
Kiba can’t stand himself. For one, he’s being too corny. Two? He is trying to flirt with his best friend. Maybe he’s just confident after seeing you with another man, but he doesn’t think he wants to hide his feelings anymore. “Why don’t we go to our little spot by the water? Listen to some music in private?” he asks.
All you can do is nod your head and watch as he puts the car in drive. You keep looking over to his hands on the wheel, his muscles flexing with each turn. You feel stupid getting turned on by something so small, but you can’t help it. The sound of the leather cracking when he grips the wheel, the veins on his hands. You clench your thighs together, that familiar feeling erupting in your lower stomach. Kiba pretends not to notice.
He pulls up close to the water and turns the headlights off. One of your guys favorite songs starts to play, you make out the lyrics even though the volume is low.
“Oh my god, remember when we used to sing this so loud and your mom would yell at us to shut up cause it would wind up the dogs too much?” You ask, giggling at the memory.
“How could I forget?” He responds. “We did that everyday for weeks. We were always together.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy recently,” you lie.
“Busy with Shikamaru?” Kiba asks, letting jealousy get the best of him. How fucking stupid.
“Why,” you ask with a sly smile, still very nervous. “Are you jealous, Kiba?”
Kiba gives you a double take, blushing at what you just said, the color of his cheeks matching his markings. “No no not at all. I-i’m just saying you guys are hanging out a lot recently. Didn’t know if you guys had a thing or something. I mean, I didn’t peg him to be your type, honestly,” he says, fidgeting with his own fingers.
“What do you think my type is, exactly?” You ask, leaning a bit closer. You don’t know what it is or where your confidence is coming from, but you can’t help but tease the boy. He doesn’t take the bait, though, only shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah well, you’re right. Definitely not my type at all. He’s too quiet and laid back. You know I’m pretty quiet too, I’d like someone a little more outgoing to push me out of my comfort zone. Someone really funny, too, you know? A gentleman. Plus, he’s got a really big thing for Temari. We’re only been hanging out recently because he wants me to be his wingman,” you say, leaning back into your seat. You cross your arms over your chest.
“Wingman?” Kiba asks, again with his cute, furrowed brows.
“Yeah, I’m the one that brought Temari to the party. I guess I’m more of a wingwoman,” you say with a giggle. You look over, trying to maintain eye contact, but he keeps looking away.
“Oh okay, so when are you gonna start hanging out with me again,” he asks, leaning back in his seat. A stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Or is there more to ditching me than you’re letting on?”
You push his shoulder, admiring the feel of his muscle under your hand, only for a second. “No there’s nothing, you idiot. I miss hanging out with you.”
“Yeah well I’ve been missing you. And don’t tell Akamaru I said this, but he misses you too,” Kiba laughs. “If I’m being honest, I might’ve been a little jealous of Shikamaru,” he confesses. He knows you won’t judge him for saying that.
“Why’s that?” you ask, innocently. Your heart starts beating faster at the thought that Kiba is jealous of someone else for stealing you away.
“You’re my girl,” he says, looking up through his lashes.
“Don’t say that, stupid. You’re being so mushy.”
“But it’s true, you are my girl,” Kiba says. He knows Shikamaru isn’t a problem anymore, but he can’t stand the idea of you being with any man. He needs to make a move, even if it ruins the friendship. At least then he would know he tried. He can see your blush spreading across your face. You are no longer teasing Kiba, he always comes back 10 times stronger, your lips held in a thin line. “You don’t want to be my girl?” He asks.
You squeeze your thighs at his words and look down, no idea how to respond. “I-,” you start, but it goes nowhere. Your stomach is spinning.
Kiba slowly places his hand under your chin and brings you to face him. “What is it, sweetheart?”
Honestly, it's easier for him to be this soft with you, having not seen you for weeks. It's like all this time being away has given him the courage to finally open up. You still can’t answer, but Kiba can smell you. Smell the slight arousal. Notice how you have your hands neatly folded in your lap, squeezing your plush thighs together. All he can think about is being suffocated by those thighs. Kiba can’t believe his own confidence, but he finds it harder to believe how easy it is to turn you on. And how cute you are.
He leans into your ear. “You know,” he whispers. “The only thing I can think about is kissing those pretty lips of yours.”
You feel your heart stop. “Do it, then,” you whisper back.
He’s on you in a second, lips molding together like art. His hand runs up the back of your head, pushing you closer into his mouth. You shiver at his touch. Kiba licks your lower lip, wanting allowance to fully explore your mouth. You part your lips slightly, letting him in. You can taste the mint on his tongue as your hand slides over to rest on his chest. Kiba’s breath hitches when he feels your delicate fingers slide up to his neck and back down to his chest. You pull away at the sound.
“I-I’m sorry,” you say quickly, bringing your hand up to wipe your mouth. He snatches your hand before it reaches your mouth.
“Why are you apologizing, cutie? You getting flustered?” He asks. Of course he’s gonna be cocky now, knowing you want him the way he wants you.
“I just… I don’t want this to ruin anything, I just…” you can't find the words.
“I want you, (Y/N). I can smell that you want me too. How long have you been hiding it?” Kiba asks. You remain silent. “Come here, baby, come sit in my lap,” he says, pulling your arm slightly. You follow his orders, always having been so obedient. It turns Kiba on to no end and he can feel himself straining in his pants. The thought of fucking you sensless in his car floods his mind.
“I’ve been lying to you for a long time, (Y/N). I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” he says, kissing the corner of your lip to your jawline and down your neck. “I want you to really be my girl.”
You whine at the feeling of his tongue on your neck. “Can I touch you here?” He asks, placing his hands on your hips lightly.
“Yes… please.”
His lips are back on yours, hands gripping your waist and sliding up slightly, smooth fingers gliding up your back. Your hands are running up over his biceps, on his chest, fingers curling into his hair. You can’t help yourself, having finally been given the chance to touch the boy of your dreams. You can’t help but moan when his teeth graze your ear.
“Shh, don’t do that. You can’t handle what comes next, yet,” Kiba says. He doesn't want to hurt you.
“I-I can,” You grind your hips down, causing him to groan in return. He tightens his hold on your hips. “Please Kiba, I want it, want you,” you beg. He’s silent and you become overly aware of the situation you’re in. Sitting in your best friend's lap, practically drooling at the thought of him touching you. You’re afraid you went too far.
He stares at you intently before grinding your hips against him again. “How am I supposed to say no when you ask all sweet like that, hm? Look so fucking cute in my sweater. Always act so innocent, but you want me to ruin you, huh?”
He’s rambling now, sliding your hips against his even harder. You go to kiss his neck, biting slightly, when he lets out a hiss. “You gonna let me touch you underneath this cute little dress? Gonna let me take it off?” he growls into your ear. You can feel yourself slick from just his words.
“Please, Kiba. Touch me, I want you to touch me,” you whine.
“Where, baby? You want me to touch you here?” he says, letting his thumb graze over the wet patch forming in your panties. You gasp at his touch, hips bucking into his hand. “So sensitive,” he whispers.
“Don’t tease me, Kiba.”
“I won’t if you keep saying my name like that,” he responds, canines flashing through his smirk.
Your lips crash into his again, his hands sliding up under your dress. He palms the plush of your thigh, squeezes your ass and drags you closer against him. You move your hips against him as he slides his hands up, slowly taking off the hoodie and dress in one go. You’re embarrassed to admit you weren’t wearing a bra, the cool air causing your nipples to harden immediately.
Kiba throws his head to the side, swearing under his breath. “No bra, baby?” He smirks, kissing your chest.
You shy away. “They- they’re uncomfortable… never wear ‘em,” you whisper.
His thumb swipes over your nipple and you arch into him. “They’re so perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.” He’s practically devouring you, leaving purple and pink bruises all over your chest, collar bones, wherever he can get his mouth. He needs to mark you, show the world you belong to him, claiming you.
“Kibaaa,” you whine.
“Whaaat?” he asks back, mimicking you. He smiles softly, bumping his nose to yours.
You become shy all over. “Can, uh, can we go in the back?” you ask. Your body is pressed to his chest, hiding yourself slightly.
“Fuck yes, we can go in the back. Go ahead baby,” he says. You climb back and cover yourself with the hoodie as he makes his way out of the car and walks to the back seat. Opening the door, he climbs in and notices the hoodie. “Take that off sweetheart, let me see my pretty girl.”
He's back on you in a second, kissing you roughly, pulling you against him while sliding his hands up your back. He gets you onto your back and rolls up the hoodie into a pillow. After placing it under your head, he places his left hand on your cheek, kissing you softer this time. More passionate. His right hand slides lower, cupping you gently and placing little pressure. You grind up into his hand and he can’t help but grind into the seat. Kiba is unbelievably hard, especially with seeing how needy you are for him. He kisses his way down till he makes it to your sweet cunt. It's a tight squeeze, but it's all worth it. He has been smelling your arousal for over an hour now, he needs to taste you on his tongue.
Kiba takes a look at your cute, lace panties, noting the wet spot that's formed in the center. “These are cute,” he says, toying with the fabric.
You’re looking down at him, trying to muster up the courage to say something. “Th-Thought you didn’t just give out compliments,” you say.
Kiba kisses your thigh dangerously close to your core and responds, “Baby, I would give you any and everything.”
His fingers loop under the waist of your panties as he looks up at you for permission. You nod your head slightly and he pulls them off in one swift motion, holding them to his nose and inhaling sharply. You clamp your thighs shut, shy from his action.
“You smell so fucking good. Open your legs, babygirl, let me taste you. Please?”
You do as you’re told and it makes his cock twitch, still caged in by his pants. The way you respond, giving him everything he asks for, drives him mad. He takes a second to admire you, your body, the slick gathered on that pretty pussy of yours. He slides one hand up your thigh, rubbing softly, while the other uses his middle and ring finger to swipe through your folds. Your hips thrust upwards as he pulls the fingers to his mouth, absolutely drunk off your arousal.
He groans at the taste, his breath fanning over your dripping core, causing you to clench. Kiba is already addicted to you, needing to feel you everywhere. He kisses your inner thigh, mere inches away from where you need him most. The feeling of his teeth sinking into the soft flesh sends a shiver up your spine and leaves your mouth hanging open.
Kiba softly kisses your clit before licking a stripe through your folds. He curses himself for not trying to get with you sooner, already addicted to your taste. His tongue teases your hole before swirling it around your clit. Kiba’s hand slides up your waist slowly as he works his tongue on your most sensitive part, your moans only spurring him on. His fingers slide over your nipple, pinching softly, and you arch into him, grinding into his mouth. He moans into you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure and you can’t help but squeeze your legs around him. He slides his other hand up to force your legs back open, while his other leaves your nipple to wrap around your throat. He squeezes softly.
You gasp and your hands fly down to his hair, wrapping your fingers around his brown locks and tugging. He growls into you, making you moan, “Kiba o.. oh fuck, please,” you beg, not sure what for. He hums back to you, the vibrations making you tremble again.
He pulls his face away, only darting his tongue out to play with your clit, while the hand holding your leg open reaches for your entrance. “So fucking good,” he mumbles against you. “Such a sweet, little pussy for me.”
Kiba enters you slowly with one finger and you pull his hair harder. He feels like he’s about to burst, but he knows he has to get you ready. Wants you to cum on his fingers first. You’re getting louder, moaning over the music, when he adds a second finger. Kiba curls his fingers upwards and finds your spot almost immediately, as if he already knew your body inside and out. With his fingers inside you, he pushes his face back into you, circling his lips around your clit and sucking softly. You wonder where he got such skills for a moment and it makes you jealous, which doesn’t last long, when you feel his hand slowly slide down from your neck to your waist.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck K-Kiba I’m cl-close,” you stutter out.
“I know baby, you’re clenching around my fingers. So tight,” he mumbles back. “Go ahead, cum for me. I need to taste you. That’s it, good girl.”
That's all you needed to send you over the edge. That neat, little coil wound up so perfectly had finally snapped. Your legs were trembling, back arched, and head thrown back. Kiba couldn’t help but admire your expression as you came all over his face and fingers. He slowed his movements and finally pulled his face away, sitting on his knees while still finger fucking you slowly.
You look up at him, his lips and chin soaked with your juices. You can’t help but look down at his hand inside you, watching the muscles in his arms flex as fucks you, before looking back up at his face. He leans over and kisses you softly.
“You see something you like, sweetheart? You’re clenching around me again,” he says with a satisfied grin.
“You just look so good with my cum dripping down your chin,” you say out of breath.
“Oh yeah? For a second there, I could have sworn you were looking at something else” Kiba mumbles, kissing your neck softly and curling his fingers again.
You moan at the feeling, “Please Kiba, I need you inside me.” You wrap your hand around his length and rub through his jeans.
“Fuck, baby, you gonna let me use this cute pussy of yours?” he asks. You nod eagerly, sitting up with him and pulling at his shirt.
“Take this off. I wanna feel your skin on mine,” you mumble quickly.
Kiba laughs back, “Yeah? Or do you wanna just see my muscles? You’ve been eyein’ them this whole time.”
“Maybe a little bit of both,” you smile and lean in, pecking his lips. He pulls his shirt over his head quickly and you run your hand down his chest, towards his length, admiring his toned torso and smooth skin. You unbuckle his belt to the best of your ability and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull his length out. You’re speechless.
“I-I don’t know if it's gonna fit,” you say, without thinking.
He laughs, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna take care of you. And if it's too much,” he starts, grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “you tell me right away, okay? I don’t care what the issue is, if it hurts, if you’re tired. There doesn’t even have to be a reason. You wanna stop? Just say the words, no questions asked, and I will take care of you.”
He slides his hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. You nod your head, but he won’t take that for an answer this time. “I need your words, my love. Tell me you understand.”
“I promise to tell you if I need you to stop,” you say confidently.
“Good girl,” Kiba says. “Come sit on my lap, princess.”
You swing your leg over his, sitting directly over his tip. He slides his hands up your back, kissing your chest softly. Your hand reaches down and lines his length up with your entrance. You wrap your arms around Kiba’s neck and his hands settle at your waist. You begin to sink down on his length, the stretch painful, but good at the same time.
“That’s it, love. Slow, just like that. Doing so good for me, so tight,” he mumbles into your ear. Your head is down, struggling to maintain any bit of composure, and his grip tightens on your waist. Kiba hisses through his teeth when you fully sink down on him, your walls already fluttering around him. You swear you've never had anything this deep inside of you before.
“You okay, babygirl,” he asks, searching your eyes for any lies. You can see the love he holds for you.
“Y-yes… just so, s-so full,” you respond.
Kiba pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth instantly. He pulls your hips back up before pushing you back down on his length, trying to find a steady pace. You melt under his touch and lean your head on his shoulder. Your moans sound directly in his ear and he can’t help but graze his teeth on your shoulder. When you whine, he sinks his teeth in softly. Not enough to pierce your skin, but enough to leave a mark. When he lifts your body again, he keeps it there.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, pulling you against his chest. Your arms fold in, hands left on his shoulders and your head remains next to his. Cheek against cheek. “I got you baby, so good,” he whispers, one arm around your waist, his hand squeezing your side. His other arm is pulled diagonally across your back, with his hand gripping your shoulder. He begins to thrust up into you, hugging you against his chest.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. To have you falling apart like this because of me,” he starts. Kiba pushes his head down and starts kissing along your collarbone. “When I saw you and Shikamaru today, I got so jealous, the way you touched him, the way you let him touch you. God, I’m angry just thinking about him touching you. Anyone touching you. I can’t let anyone else touch you after that.”
He’s full on grunting now, slamming into you at an ungodly pace. Your legs are shaking and your moans are spilling out, unable to control them anymore. The hand he has on your shoulder runs up the back of your neck and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling your head back. He nibbles on your neck and you can feel him grinning against you.
“You are mine,” he growls out, accentuating each word with a particularly hard thrust. You clench around him. You can’t help but topple over the edge again, your juices dripping down your thighs as you moan out his name.
“Oh you like that? Being told who you belong to? Look at you, baby. Always acting so innocent in public, but here you are, cumming all over my cock in the backseat of my car. You sound so fucking pretty, baby, taking me so well,” He continues. “Go ahead, tell me who you belong to.”
Your head is dizzy, trying to grasp on to anything as he fucks you stupid. The words coming out of his mouth have you shocked. The humiliation and praise all at once has you sinking your nails into his shoulder. “Y-you,” you try to start but only end up stuttering. “I belong to you, Kiba,” you gasp out.
“Good girl,” he kisses your cheek. Kiba can feel himself getting lost in you, and tries to hold back the urge to finish already. He wants to finish with you.
“I’m close, love,” he whispers. “Think you can finish with me?”
“Yes! Yes I can, please, feels so good inside,” you babble out.
He pushes you back, your back hitting the back of the driver's seat, and you hold yourself up with your thighs. Kiba wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing slightly. You reach a hand down to play with yourself, but Kiba grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. You whine in response, knowing you wouldn't be able to form a full sentence anyway.
“It's okay, sweetheart, let me do it for you. You know I take care of you, don’t you?” Kiba asks, though he doesn’t expect an answer. Not with how blissed out you look. He rubs steady circles on your clit, his abdomen burning from holding back. Your legs are shaking and he can’t help but smile at you, the only words leaving your mouth being “Oh fuck” and “please.”
“Awww, you cockdrunk that easy?” He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. “Your pussy feels so good clenching around me, like you were made for me. You were made for me, weren’t you, baby? Fuck,” Kiba says. He’s never talked so much during sex, but it's so easy with you. And you obviously love the sound of his voice, judging by the way you flutter around him every time he speaks.
You know you can’t last much longer, the overstimulation from your previous orgasms having an affect on you. Your thighs are burning from holding yourself up. “Ki-Kiba I-” you try to start.
“I know baby, me too. Look at me, I want you to look at me while you cum on my cock,” he says, turning your head to face him. “That’s it, so pretty, doing so good for me. Taking me so well.”
You begin to shake, looking Kiba in his dark eyes, as your orgasm washes over you. He’s falling over the edge almost instantly, your pussy milking him for all he has, filling you until the sticky, white substance begins to slip out.. He pulls you into his chest and you relax against him, steady your breathing as he rubs small circles on your back.
“Such a good girl,” he says, kissing your forehead. You look up at him, puckering your lips for another kiss. He laughs lightly, kissing your lips, and pushes your hair out of your face. His hairs are sticking to his forehead with sweat. You can feel the slick covering your bodies, but don’t want to move.
“You want to be my girl, now?” Kiba asks.
“You idiot, I’ve always wanted to be your girl. I’ve always wanted you to be my boy.”
Kiba leans over and grabs that same green sweater, pulling it over your head and guiding your arms through the sleeves.
“Why don’t we go back to my place? I’ll help you take a shower… maybe cuddle and spend the night?” Kiba asks, hopeful.
“Yes, I’d love to,” you giggle.
He helps you put your panties back on and gets himself dressed. Getting out of the car, he picks you up from the back seat and brings you back to the passenger side, buckling you in and kissing your forehead. When he gets back to the driver side, you cuddle up to his arm and stay there the whole ride home.
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Pretty sure I fixed any typos, but apologies if there are any. Also apologies for slacking recently on writing, just a full time college student thats burnt out haha :). Of course, will be doing my best to get some stuff out.
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4ngeldusstt · 7 months
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Who would I date, who I wouldn’t and why: ✨Naruto: Shippuden editon✨
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☁️ Kiba: I wouldn’t date him, don’t get me wrong i love him, he is cute but i think he would be the annoying type and i don’t feel like putting up with his bs. Kind of loud and way too hyper.
☁️ Naruto: I wouldn’t, i feel like we would be besties, he is loyal af but i get childish vibes as in i’d have to pick up after him aaall the time and ugh no thanks.
☁️ Shikamaru: i would, he is handsome, well raised, he knows how to handle a woman bc of his parents. Chill and protective i feel like he is one of the best options in naruto to marry tbh. Looks like he would keep you happy and also would be easy to keep him happy.
☁️ Itachi: I would!! Handsome, can’t be wrong with an emo boy and i feel like he would put up with my bs without complaining, caring and wholesome. I love him!!!!
☁️ Kakashi: I definitely would!! My n°1 in naruto i love him he is my perfect man, loves reading, chill af, super handsome, grown ass adult, he is love starved (i mean he reads smut/romance) and looks like would be the perfect lover, you would for sure be well taken care of and wouldn’t doubt if he loves you cause he will make sure to remind you every single second. Looks like he would be obsessed with his girl. He looks like he would be the biggest simp, we love kakashi here!!!
☁️ Sasuke: I wouldn’t, hot but mean, emotionally unavailable, toxic type.
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A/N: i want to apologize.. i forgot to add Neji…and Gaara…i wrote this on a hurry didn’t think much before posting.. i failed u girlies..💔 I’ll do a part 2 with the ones that are missing
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iloveeegaara · 11 days
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do they like fat bitches or nah?
a/n: don’t come for me, i’m a big btc myself.
(lmk who i missed and i’ll make a part 2 and part 3)
NARUTO
he’s like “how big are we talking? double chin big or 5x big” sir. He has no filter but tbh..i don’t think he mind a big girl cause if your a big girl you KNOW we get down in the kitchen and bring a lot to the table😝. It’s a lot to fuck and grab on “a little stomach never hurt a man” he’s a man. You’re too scared to ride him? girl it’s okay just lay on your back or stomach or side and let him do the work.
SASUKE
no. he’s not rude about it but no. He’s got a specific type of preference and it’s not someone with a big butt, thick thighs and a pudgy stomach. He’s a more..simpler guy. If your his friend he’ll still fw you tho! your gang but not like that.
SHIKAMARU
how i put this..he likes them chubby, thick. Like the type of chubby where you barely have rolls but you have a little pudge on your stomach and arm fat. Ykwim? But he’s okay for whatever, kinda? he’s like a mix of Naruto and sasuke. But he still finds his way between those legs.
KIBA
yes absolutely yes. In the bedroom he wants you to show him your stomach and stretch marks! he never gaf about your stomach he wants you and you and your ass😝 just cause you may be 2x his size doesn’t mean he won’t manhandle you in bed, you’re in for a ride. Ain’t nothing like a feral boy and his thick ass girlfriend.
SHINO
gawddddd this a tough one. No, like SIGHJJ IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN. he wants a girl with a small frame but then having a little meat on them doesn’t bother him like not a thick girl but like a little meat fold in their belly? he likes his girls average sized, there.
NEJI
heck no. He’s already pissy mf as it is and he’s picky. he’s a pissy picky boy. He may be a little rude about it but you can take a no and a nasty look? right? right?!
SAI
you must want to be called a pig for even talking to him or showing any type of interest. No filter, none of that. And no..he only like the girls with a big chest and big hips like ino.
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kakashissimp · 1 year
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Naruto Headcanons: How The Boys Find Out You’re Pregnant
Characters: Kiba, Shikamaru, Yamato, Kakashi, Iruka, Sasuke.
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Kiba smells something different about you, but he can’t figure out what. He assumes you just aren’t feeling well, since you’ve been nauseous for a few days.
While you’re away at work one morning, Kiba goes into the bathroom to get himself ready. He goes to grab something when he spots a weird box in the garbage. He pulls it out and realizes it’s for a pregnancy test.
Kiba freezes immediately, torn between many different thoughts. He panics initially, not sure if he’s ready to be a father. But the more he thinks about it throughout the day, the more he warms up to the idea.
He waits until you get home to confront you. Sitting stiffly at the table, Kiba swallows harshly the moment you’re back. Once he sees you, everything hits him at once, and tears fill Kiba's eyes.
"Are you pregnant?"
At your nod of confirmation, Kiba is overcome with pride and joy. He jumps from his chair and takes you in for a big hug, swearing to not let you go for the rest of the night.
Shikamaru
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Shikamaru watches as complete disbelief scatters across your cheeks, panicking about the positive test in your hands.
"Shika...what am I supposed to do?" You mumble, anxiously pacing back and forth.
While it's a surprise to him as well, Shikamaru can't stand how stressed it's making you. To him, he isn't too shell-shocked by the whole thing. In fact, he had been looking forward to starting a family with you.
"Calm down, y/n," Shikamaru says in return, standing up from his place on the couch. He cuts the space between you and looks down at the test for himself.
As you stutter and mumble your fears, Shikamaru puts both hands against your shoulders, making you stop your incessant pacing.
"Babe, please. Look at me," he says, moving a hand to gently caress your face. "I know it seems scary, but we can handle this. We're ready."
Shikamaru grins for you as the relief floods your features, having been afraid he wasn't prepared to have the child. He kisses your forehead before pulling you into his chest.
"We're in this together."
Yamato
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Yamato misses every single hint you throw his way.
Oblivious to how many times you've brought up children or the future expansion of your small family, and how ill you've been feeling, it takes him going off on a mission for it to dawn on him.
He's startled by the realization, and when Kakashi asks what's wrong, Yamato confesses the connection he finally made. Questioning himself, however, he confides in his friend and asks if he's just making things up in his head.
Kakashi snickers. "It's hard to miss. I didn't have the heart to tell you I had already guessed that she was."
Stunned, Yamato has no choice but to wrap up the mission early. In a hurry, he bursts through the front door to find you cleaning up the house, and Yamato demands from you: "is it true? Have I been blind this whole time?"
When you crack a smile for him, Yamato's heart softens, and he hurries over to collect you in his arms, cooing about becoming parents.
Yamato used to wonder if he'd ever be a father, but with you, he feels ready to take on the world.
Kakashi
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Kakashi is completely unsuspecting when he opens a small gift bag you give to him after your date night, tucked into one of the booths. It's the place you two had your first date.
Half expecting a book or something snack-related, Kakashi freezes the moment he pulls out the pregnancy test. He stares at it, eyes glazing over with shock.
"Y/n...this better not be a joke."
When you confirm it's real, Kakashi sits there in his emotions, trying to not break into tears in public.
After being told the likelihood of you getting pregnant was next to none, neither of you thought it was possible. By some stroke of luck, it seemed to not be quite so impossible.
Remembering himself, Kakashi pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck to hide his happy tears.
"This is the greatest gift I could ever ask for."
It doesn't take long for Kakashi to pay for the meal and take you home, eager to get you into bed. Knowing his girl is pregnant fires up that desire in him.
Iruka
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"What?" Iruka asks, eyes growing with disbelief.
When you repeat the news to him, even showing him the positive test, Iruka can't hold back the raw emotions.
"That's the greatest news!" Iruka cries, quick to pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head. You giggle at his reaction through your own happy tears, so relieved to finally be with child.
"I love you more than anything. You'll be the perfect mother," Iruka muffles into your hair, arms characteristically soft and reassuring around you. "I can't wait to meet our baby."
Iruka always wanted to start a family of his own, grateful to have you as his life partner. With that dream coming true, Iruka is quick to mother hen you, making sure you and the baby are perfectly taken care of.
He questions if you've grabbed your prenatals yet, and Iruka wastes no time running a bath for you, making sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're nauseous, he grabs you ginger and crackers to help. Anything you need, Iruka will give it to you without question.
Iruka tells literally everyone he sees, even if they already know.
Sasuke
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Sasuke doesn't mean to let the news get the better of him. But it's so sudden, and he's walking out the door before he can stop himself. It's overwhelming, and he needs time.
As he walks through the village, he questions what he did to deserve a child of his own. He never intended to start a family. That wasn't in the cards for him.
What kind of father would he be? Sasuke can't answer that question.
When Sasuke watches a mother walking by him with her small child's hand in hers, it hits him like a tidal wave. He begins to think about you doing the very same, lit up with the wonders of parenthood. He can picture how happy it would make you, and how Sasuke doesn't want to ruin that for you.
He begins to realize having a more reliable foundation in his life doesn't have to be a bad thing. Sasuke knows you're in it for the long haul, and he must trust that everything happens for a reason.
Sasuke is back before long, face long with regret once he sees you. Aware of your evident upset from his initial reaction, Sasuke can't manage the words at first as he pulls you into his chest. He forces back his own emotions the moment you begin to cry.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, arms tightly around you. He rests his cheek against your head. "I wasn't expecting to hear something like that. But I'm here. I always will be."
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hidansdarling · 1 year
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So the idea I had is for kiba x his longtime fem reader girlfriend.
So kiba decides to “accidentally” video tape him and the reader getting steamy one night, and when the reader finds the video she’s livid but then she gets super turned on and they get it on again while watching the tape☺️ and if you decide the video should leak that’s cool too😂
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ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕪
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕂𝕚𝕓𝕒 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕨: ℕ𝕠𝕟-𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕩, 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤, 𝕧𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚.𝟛 𝕜 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝
ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 <𝟛𝟛
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It was an accident. 
Honestly, it was an accident. 
A very, very, very happy accident from his perspective, but an accident nonetheless. 
At least that’s what Kiba told himself, although it didn’t help the guilt that twisted in his stomach as he watched your face contort in pleasure as it had just a few days prior. 
Kiba had set up a hidden camera in the shared bedroom of your apartment with the purest intentions. Initially, the idea was to capture your real, organic reaction to the present he had planned to give you, a beautiful necklace he knew you’d love. You had been searching every shop you passed for something of the sort, but much to your displeasure, every piece you came across fell short of your expectations. Luckily, Kiba had stopped into a shop on the way home from his most recent mission on a whim, not expecting to find exactly what you’d described. He didn’t bother to check the price, he knew he had to have it for you.
With such an extravagant gift, Kiba decided to wait for the perfect moment to give it to you. He sat on the edge of your bed, a small, neat box holding the necklace clutched gently in his palm as he waited for your arrival. Unfortunately, you were having a particularly bad day and all you wanted was to blow off some steam when you got home. Angrily, you stomped into the room, throwing your jacket to the floor, not bothering with pleasantries before telling him to strip.
Kiba was conflicted, determined not to ruin the surprise but also painfully aware of the camera positioned with a perfect view of the events that were about to occur. He couldn’t deny the growing tightness of his pants as he thought about it, your impatient voice quickly pulling him from his thoughts as you tugged at the button of his jeans, shirt already discarded into the growing pile of clothing on the floor. 
Against his better judgment, he pushed the dilemma out of his mind, carefully slipping the necklace into the drawer of the bedside table before ravishing your body with an animalistic vigor. 
Far too soon, you’d gone on a trip with some of the other girls of Konoha, taking a couple of nights away at the hot springs, leaving Kiba alone back at your apartment. The camera had plagued him for days, it seemed like every chance he had to get rid of the video he’d taken, you’d show up just before he got the opportunity. Rummaging around in the drawer he had hidden it in, he was soon pulled from the task once again by Naruto, instead attending a gathering the boys of Konoha were hosting for the evening. 
The next day, Kiba was quick to grab the camera, settling back down into the bed with the full intention of deleting the video right away. He was quick to succumb to his weakness as he turned on the device, catching a glimpse of your goddess-like frame draped over him in the preview image. Kiba just missed you so much, it would be a shame for such a lovely memory to go completely to waste, the way his cock began to harden at the simple sight doing nothing to deter his actions. Slipping his thick cock out of his pants, he pressed play on the video, beginning to stroke himself teasingly as the video replayed, soon finding himself overwhelmed with the depraved pleasure it brought. 
You loved spending time with your friends, but more time spent away from your lover only put a damper on your mood. Deciding to return home a day early, you slipped into the building quietly, expecting to come home to your sleeping boyfriend. Instead, you were met with his soft groans and sighs, the sounds igniting an excitement within you. As you crept down the hallway, your excitement was quick to turn into burning anger. Paired with his own, higher-pitched, loud moans filled the room, the sounds of another person. 
“Who the fuck are you-” Your expression switched from that of seething rage to total bewilderment, Kiba’s guilty appearance only furthering your confusion. 
“O-oh, Y/N! What are you doing home so, um, so early?” He stuttered, scrambling to turn the device off before tucking his still-aching cock back into his pants, unknowing that his large fingers had failed to press the correct small button.
“Why are you watching porn on a camera?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed, closing the distance between you two to snatch the camera from him. At this point, you weren’t sure what to expect, but nothing could’ve prepared you to see your own fucked-out expression on the screen.
Kiba’s stomach churned as you pulled the camera from his grasp, throat drying out as his mouth hung open, wishing he had any explanation for what you were about to see. Mentally, he cursed himself for not deleting it sooner, for letting himself indulge in the temptation when he knew it was wrong, to begin with. Simultaneously, Kiba felt he couldn’t ever look you in the eye again but couldn’t avert his gaze as he watched your face twist with anger. 
“Y/N, I-I can explain, I swear!” He pleaded as he reached for the camera. Wordlessly, you sharply moved the camera just out of his grasp, fixated on the scene unfolding in front of you. You were angry, exasperated even, but seeing the wonderful way you pleasured each other from the outside had you absolutely entranced. Your jaw clenched as the heat in your core grew, you needed both an explanation of how this video came to exist and for Kiba to be buried inside you the same way he was just days ago. It only took a few mere moments for one need to grow much stronger, your clit beginning to ache as you watched yourself cum around his cock, practically feeling the waves of bliss travel throughout your body again. 
“Come on, talk to me!” Kiba succeeded in taking the camera from you, placing it on the bedside table before turning back to you, unable to read the expression you wore. “Please? It was an accident, I swear! You’ll understand once I explain, I pro-” 
Raising an eyebrow, you looked him up and down as he spoke, lust-filled eyes glaring daggers into his own. “Shut up and fuck me.” You demanded, taking a step towards him. 
“Wha- what are you getting at?” Kiba’s flushed face stared back at you in utter confusion. 
Forcefully, you shoved him back onto the bed, pulling off your shirt before crawling onto the mattress to straddle him. 
“You’re gonna make me ask twice, huh?” You spat, voice laced deliciously with venom. You leaned over him, lips lingering beside his ear as you spoke slowly. “I said shut up and fuck me.” 
Confusion swirled inside Kiba, but he certainly wasn’t in the position to make you ask again. 
“You’re really sexy when you’re angry, you know that?” He said, shocked but thrilled at the events that were about to unfold. 
Swiftly, he flipped you onto your back, pressing a line of wet, opened-mouth kisses down your jaw as he fumbled with the button of your pants. He made his way down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, reaching a hand up to give your other breast a squeeze. 
You sighed, closing your eyes as you relaxed back into the mattress, the intensity of the situation making the lightest of touches all the more pleasurable. You found yourself mindlessly gently grinding your hips upwards against his body, already growing impatient that his attention wasn’t where you needed him most. 
“Don’t tease.” You said sternly, met with an unusual obedience from him as he switched to your other nipple, his fingers gently running down your sides as his tongue flicked against your skin. 
He pulled away only for a moment, his fingers slipping underneath the waist of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your panties and discarding them onto the floor. 
Kiba pressed a couple kisses down your stomach and across your inner thighs, sharp teeth grazing across your soft skin to leave a trail of harsh marks.
Finally, he began to pay attention to your soaked pussy, simply feeling his hot breath against your exposed skin heightening your excitement. His fingers gripped your thighs tightly as he leaned in, licking a teasing stripe from your hole to your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. 
The complaints about to come out of you were quickly replaced by loud moans as Kiba decided he’d teased enough, beginning to lap at your cunt at a feverish pace. 
Whenever Kiba was between your legs like this, you knew you were in for it. His lips latched onto your clit, his tongue swirling deliciously around it as your fingers tangled in his hair, your thighs already shaking with the rapidly-building pleasure he brought you. 
Everything about this made every nerve of your body ignite with heat. The way he touched you, the way he knew exactly what you needed, the desperate noises he made even when he was touching you, all of it overwhelmed you every time. 
It wasn’t long until he brought you so close to the edge, but held you there, wanting to hear you beg for the release you craved so badly. 
“S-so close.” You whined between moans, bucking your hips up against him, desperate for just a little more to send you over that edge and into ecstasy. “More, p-please, fuck, m’so close Kiba.” 
Smiling to himself, he happily obliged, quickening his pace just enough to give you what you wanted.
You came with a cry of his name, your limp body trembling as his strong hands held your thighs apart, his pace not letting up until you practically pulled him away from your core.
“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He cooed, his hungry eyes taking in the sight of your naked body against the sheets as he tugged off his own pants and underwear. 
Fuck, you looked so good. 
Unfortunately for him, your anger had hardly subsided. 
“You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want me to forgive you.” You teased, peering up at him through your eyelashes. 
Lucky for you, it wasn’t in Kiba’s nature to shy away from a challenge. 
He was back on you in an instant, catching your lips in a passionate kiss as his hands explored every inch of you, one settling around your waist to pull your body as close as you could possibly get while the other tangled in your hair. 
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hips grinding up against his, the tip of his leaking cock catching your clit just right each time, sending a shock of pleasure through you both each time. 
“I need you.” You said breathlessly as he allowed you to push him onto his back, his strong grip on your waist pulling you along with him. 
You lined him up with your entrance, a devilish grin on your face as you sunk down on his cock only partway before moving back up again, repeating this a couple times as you leaned down to kiss him again.
“Fuck baby, you always feel so good.” He groaned, throwing his head back, barely resisting the urge to fuck himself up into you. “Need to feel that pretty pussy around me already.” 
If you weren’t already feeling just as desperate as he was, you might’ve come back with something clever, but the need within you to feel him deep inside you overrode whatever spite you were feeling.
Gradually, you began to sink down further until your skin hit his, soon falling into a steady rhythm as you chased your second high. 
Kiba couldn’t keep his eyes off your face as you gasped and moaned. The video had been a nice reminder of the faces and sounds you made, but it couldn’t compare to the real thing. Reaching between your bodies, he began to rub soft circles around your clit, his other hand on your hip to steady you. 
“You look so beautiful like this.” He groaned, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips up into you, matching the pace you’d set.
Each deep thrust sent electricity throughout your body, the way his tip brushed against all the right places deep within you paired with his skilled hands working your clit threatened to have you falling apart on his cock at any moment. 
Kiba felt this too, absolutely entranced by the sight of you and the sounds you made, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to that accidental video, wondering what kind of show you would put on if you two decided to create a sexy film for real.
His hips snapped against yours harder, faster, a satisfied grin on his face as he felt you tighten around him, the gasps and moans of his name falling from your lips sounding even better than they had before. 
Fuck, he was lucky you were his girl.
Your thighs began to tremble as he pushed himself up into you, intense shock-waves of pleasure running throughout every nerve, your high approaching quickly and intensely with every touch. 
Only moments later, you came with a loud cry of his name, his peak following shortly after, his pelvis flush with yours as he released inside you, his own whines reverberating throughout the room.
Your limp body collapsed against his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you both caught your breath. 
Anxiously, Kiba cleared his throat, shooting you a nervous smile. 
“So, um, how was your trip?”
“We’ll talk about that later.” You said, sitting up and raising your eyebrows. “You still have a lot of explaining to do.
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alumort · 2 months
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cute pinterest pic time
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cre-a-tions · 2 years
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kibashino is so funny
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[ID: a pencil comic of shino and kiba from naruto, both drawn shoulders up. shino blushes and says "kiba. would you still love me if I was a beetle?" kiba says confidently "yes homie ofc I would keep you in a Tupperware and put leaves 'n shit in there. for your enrichment." /End ID.]
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x-emeraldsky-x · 17 days
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Kiba Cacoon
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sassyglitterwhispers · 3 months
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Guys! I made wallpapers! For:
💀Spooky Month💀and⚡Naruto!⚡
🖤Enjoy!🖤
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asumiverde · 9 months
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-The problem with modern adaptations of Cinderella is that the story is so famous, Cinder has lost the cruel context around the name~
-What about... ‘Zoe, the Mop Bitch’ or ‘Crustina’
damn sasuke, y r u so fuckin’ mean to ur bf and his friendddd...and his smelly puppyyyy
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silentexplorer18 · 2 years
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Heaven: A Kiba Inuzuka Short
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Summary: Kiba's life sucks. He doesn't wanna deal with shit. Everything that could go wrong has, and nobody fuckin' cares. Well, maybe not nobody...
Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ Modern College AU; Alcohol and Substance use; Alcohol and Substance Abuse; rehab; inaccurate portrayals of alcohol use, drug use, and rehab; Death of a family member; pet death; lots of cursing.
Word Count: 3,600+
Note: Definitely feeling Dog Sees God vibes from this.
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Kiba swallows his third shot of Jägermeister of the night and reaches for one of the weed-laced blondies waiting for him on the kitchen counter. It’s been a few weeks since he’s been to a party like this, and he’s not complaining about the host’s alcohol choices. The rum he’d been sipping through most of the evening was good. It settled warm in his gut and swept him down the river of relaxation faster than anything else he’d tried this week. The Jäger, though, that’s where it’s at. Even the blondies are nice. A little too burnt around the edges, but nice.
He’d probably eat anything that wasn’t nailed down, but, damn, if he doesn’t like something sweet when he’s tipsy. Not that he’s tipsy, though; he passed that stage two hours ago and kept at it. It felt better that way. Easier.
But the party’s starting to be too much for his tastes. The adrenaline for the night has wound down, and he knows the blondies will only mellow him out further, so he takes an extra for the road, fills a spare solo cup, and sets off on his walk home.
Home. It’s such a weird fuckin’ word. The rental he’s been staying at with Shino and Sasuke isn’t much of a home. It’s fine, he guesses, for all intents and purposes. It’s a roof and a bed. They keep to themselves as much as possible, which is fine, too, but on nights like tonight, he kind of wishes his roommates were willing to be a little more invested.
He’s tired. His dog died. He’s been through hell and back the last few months after moving out and losing his ROTC scholarship by engaging in habits otherwise unbecoming of a member of the United States military. He’d only come to training stoned a few times right after Akamaru—
It’s not like he’d shown up fucked on a day he had to wield a gun or something. Still was enough, though. They’d kicked him out without remorse.
And he… Well, he doesn’t really know what to fuckin’ do now. He’s taking a few undergrad classes while he figures out his new change in career paths. Not that he was particularly dazzled by the military anyway; scholarships come in handy when you have an older sibling.
But now he has to figure shit out again. And he’s staying in a crummy fuckin’ rental with people he’s not even close to. There’s nothing redeeming in his life. Well, except for his girlfriend. She’s pretty redeeming. And just pretty—
He should call her. 
It’s hard because his vision is blurry, but Siri can figure out what he’s saying. His grin turns dopey as the screen starts ringing, and he decides to take a little break next to the big oak tree on Garrison Avenue.
“Hey, Kiba! What’s up?” Her voice is warm and bubbly and sweet. There’s shitty disco music in the background and giggles, which means she’s probably having a girls night with a few of her roommates. They bake things sometimes. Not the kind of baked goods Kiba’s found himself accustomed to in the last eight-and-a-half months, but that’s okay. She’s like the light to his dark. The sunshine to his storm cloud. It’s amazing.
“Nuthin’ much, babe. Jus’ out for a walk and thought I’d say hi.” He hopes she can hear the smirk in his voice, hopes she can get the message he fuckin’ loves her—
“Kiba?” her voice is so soft, tender as an eggshell. “Are you drunk again?”
She doesn’t like it when he drinks.
“M’cello was throwin’ a party,” he mumbles in return. “Woulda been rude t’ not show up.”
“Where are you?”
“Uh,” he frowns. “The big tree?”
Luckily, he’s been here more than a few times, and this is one of the few places she could find in her sleep. Because of him.
“Shit, that’s so far from your house! I’ll be there soon, okay?”
His girlfriend: the fuckin’ godsend.
While he’s waiting, he finishes the last blondie and washes it down with a couple sips of rum.
Wasted. It’s such a shitty word for something that’s supposed to feel so good.
They said the high would let him see heaven, but he hasn’t gotten there yet, so he keeps trying. He thinks it’s the only time he’ll get to experience it, so he may as well try. He’s struggling. His life sucks. There’s no way he gets the real deal in the afterlife. Finding the pseudo-version on Earth will have to do.
God, he wants it so bad. He wants his life to be less shitty. He wants to taste heaven. He wants everything to stop fuckin’ hurting. Life isn’t supposed to be this hard.
She shows up in a beat up truck that definitely belongs to Ino Yamanaka. He tries to make a joke about car theft, but it’s interrupted when she grabs the solo cup from his hand and dumps it on the sidewalk.
The drive home is quiet aside from the radio. He tries to compliment her—she’s wearing her hair real cute—but she’s alarmingly unaffected by his praise.
Maybe he should invite her inside. Offer to pay her back for the drive. Even drunk, his hands still work wonders.
He reaches for her with a smile, standing in front of the porch with the peeling paint. Her hands are on his shoulders, but she isn’t smiling back, and he isn’t sure what the fuck’s going on. “What?”
She watches him through worried eyes, hands squeezing his biceps like a cat kneading a blanket, releasing all the pent-up energy.
“I can’t keep doing this, Kiba.” Her voice is still so fuckin’ delicate. “You keep doing this, and I can’t… I can hardly recognize you like this…”
He hisses and growls even as he pulls her closer, tears speckling his cheeks like freckles. “I’m hurting.”
She sighs, tickling his ear with the heavy breath. Her voice is hardly more than a whisper, and the tiny bit of sober still alive in his mind realizes that she’s trying not to cry. “I hurt too, but I can’t afford to fall apart because you’re too high to catch me.”
She releases him then, walking away while he’s left dumbstruck and alone.
He sleeps through the night but wakes up in the morning unsatisfied.
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They don’t talk for three days. No texts. No calls. Nothing. He ignores it. There are parties. So many parties. They fill the ache in his chest until he can’t remember why he’s aching.
But on the walks home, she haunts him. He can’t wait to fuckin’ call her, and then realizes she won’t answer. She wouldn’t answer. She doesn’t answer.
It’s been three days, and she won’t talk to him. She’s been mad about the drinking and shit before, but not like this.
He’ll have to find her in person. Figure out what’s going on, how to fix it.
He hears her and Sakura in the library later that afternoon. They always meet up for gossip-filled study sessions. She’s so damn smart. They both are. He has no idea how he landed such a smart girl, though. Maybe that’s what he’ll ask as the ice-breaker for the uncomfortable conversation they’re sure to have.
But they’re right there, and he can’t resist eavesdropping first.
Sakura’s voice rises like the tide. “He’s an idiot,” she insists.
“I know.”
“He’s high all the time!”
“I know.”
“Why do you love him?”
Kiba can see her face twist between the library shelves. It crumbles like shitty bread, and she cries, hands over her face, hair brushing against the table as she presses her forehead against it like a prayer. Kiba retreats before he can hear anything else.
He thinks about her all night. That hollow look in her eyes behind the smiles. The tear tracks she always tries to hide. The way she flinches when the beer bottles clang together in the sink. I can’t afford to fall apart because you’re too high to catch me. Her words echo through his soul.
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He knocks on Shikamaru’s door three times the next morning. Despite coming to the door groggy and annoyed, he says nothing as he takes Kiba in, watching him twitch and jitter under the scrutiny.
“I need to get clean,” he finally says.
Shikamaru’s the smartest guy he knows. There’s no one he trusts more to help him figure out how to get sober.
There’s a pause and a long moment in which Kiba fears he’ll be kicked out again. Then, Shikamaru says, “I’m gonna need a lot of coffee for this. Come on.”
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He’s checked into a facility within the week, and he’s ashamed to admit he didn’t have the balls to tell her. Not that she would’ve answered his calls anyway.
Shikamaru’s been a gem about it, though. He’s coming once a week to bring some stuff for his classes and talk. It’s nice usually. A little stiff, awkward, but mostly because they’re not used to white fluorescent rooms and plastic chairs that could only have been manufactured in hell.
“She asked about you,” Shikamaru reveals the next time he comes.
The thought sends dread through him like a cannonball. He swallows the lump in his throat. “What… what did you tell her?”
“That you went somewhere to get some help.”
He feels dizzy. “What did she say?”
“She cried.”
“Shit.”
“It was such a drag.”
Kiba kicks him under the table. “Don’t be a jackass.”
Shikamaru’s smirk is playful, but his tone rests somewhere between proud and gentle. “Someone has to be now that you’re getting your shit together.”
It throws him for a loop. Shikamaru can tell but doesn’t throw him a bone. They both sit in silence.
“She’s gonna hate me,” he finally says. 
“Why?”
“I’ve been such a jackass.”
He regards him for a moment, and Kiba’s grateful he’s taking his time to consider an answer rather than give simple platitudes.
“She plays chess. She’ll understand.”
The answer requires some elaboration.
Shikamaru rolls his eyes. “Try playing chess sometime.” Then, he adds more seriously, “You have to sacrifice pieces sometimes to reach your end goal.”
Kiba considers it. Sure, it makes sense. It’s rational and methodical and makes sense, but he still feels like it’s off somehow. “You can’t break someone’s heart into pieces worth sacrificing.”
“I didn’t expect you to have any brains left. Sobriety’s doing wonders for you.”
“Shut up.”
He sighs. “I don’t know if she’ll take you back. If that’s why you’re in here—”
“I’m not.”
Shikamaru gives him a look.
“I’m not!” he insists. He ruffles a hand through his hair. It would’ve been better to have cut it before he locked himself in here. “I don’t wanna hurt anybody like that again. Not just her. I… I’m not me when I’m fucked up, man. I don’t wanna be fucked up.”
Margaret, his painfully cheery but otherwise well-meaning nurse, all but leaps into their room, bob bouncing against her ears. “Your hour’s up, Kiba! Your friend can come again on Friday.”
Shikamaru stands, clasping his shoulder on the way out. The touch feels weird but welcome. He likes being touched when his nerve endings are working properly.
“I’ll tell her you miss her,” Shikamaru says quietly. “Keep going. It’d be such a drag to give up now.”
He nods jerkily, blinking back the sting in his eyes. “Thanks, man.”
“Anytime.”
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Kiba thinks about that conversation for the rest of the night. He lays on top of scratchy sheets that don’t have near enough dog fur on them and thinks of you and Shikamaru. He doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky, how he has so many friends there to help him. The thought makes his chest ache in a way that would usually send him toward a bottle. If he makes it up to them, maybe that feeling will go away.
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Her grandma dies on day twenty-eight. He won’t get out in time for the funeral.
Tenten and Hinata are staying with her, though. Trying to fill the void of his absence.
Man, he’s still fucking up with her, even from rehab. The thought makes him jittery. Shikamaru’s look is sympathetic.
“Write her a letter,” he suggests. “I’ll take it.”
Kiba stares at the pen and paper for a long time. He doesn’t know what to say.
I’m sorry your grandma died. Sorry I’m still too focused on myself to be there for you.
I’m sorry I’m in here instead of comforting you.
I’m sorry I still think I’m worthy of comforting you.
I’m sorry.
Please wait for me?
He goes to scratch it out, but Shikamaru snatches the paper out from under him right before Margaret’s head pokes in from the hall.
Shikamaru looks at the paper, frowning even more than usual. “Your handwriting’s still shit. I’ll tell her you love her.”
“Don’t.” He feels sick, eyes closing to push past the vertigo. “Don’t.” When he finds Shikamaru’s eyes again, Kiba can barely hold his gaze. “If she doesn’t… I don’t want her to stress out. Not when her grandma just died.”
Shikamaru’s gaze softens. “I’ll tell her you send your condolences,” he offers.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
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The end comes quicker than he expected, but he doesn’t mind how good he feels about getting out. It’s… he still doesn’t know what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how to find what he’s searching for, but he knows he can’t find it in a bottle, which is a damn good start.
He’s got time to figure out the rest now that he’s not actively poisoning himself.
Shikamaru said it would be hot the day of his release, so he’s put on the only pair of shorts that hasn’t been ruined by “therapy paint” and a tee shirt that’s seen better days.
It doesn’t matter, though, because it’s not like people usually come out of rehab in a three piece suit. At least, they don’t around here, anyway.
He hopes Shikamaru hasn’t driven the motorcycle to pick him up. It’d be a damn shame to have worked so hard the last few weeks just to end up splattered on the pavement.
Pavement. It’s the first time he’s seen that in a while, and he’s almost unprepared for the parking lot, even as his feet push him toward it.
He freezes, assaulted by sun and heat and shock. She’s there. She’s fucking there in the goddamn parking lot.
He’s stopped breathing. He knows he needs air, but there’s no way in hell he’ll risk disrupting the mirage in front of him.
It becomes less of a mirage when she carefully steps forward as though he’s a stray dog that’s easily spooked. Maybe he is, he doesn’t know, but he does know that she’s wringing her hands together like Hinata does before a fainting spell, and he can’t have that, so he steps forward on unsteady feet to catch her if she falls.
She doesn’t fall. But she’s close. Closer than she’s ever been, and Kiba finds he doesn’t mind being the strong one right now.
“You’re here,” he says. It’s lame. It’s the lamest thing ever. But half of him still believes she isn’t real; he needs the confirmation.
“Shikamaru said you needed a ride.”
His eyes squeeze shut, pain rolling through his chest in waves. Damn Shikamaru spilling the beans. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to grovel and get rejected in the damn rehab parking lot. 
“What?” she asks, unable to resist after the devastated expression he can’t hide.
“It wasn’t suppostta’ be like this. I was gonna buy you flowers before I saw you…” he admits quietly, admonishment spreading between himself and Shikamaru’s lousy attempts at coordinating.
The longing that shoots through him as her face scrunches in that adorable expression of confusion is almost too much to keep him upright. “Why flowers?” she asks.
He licks his lips, she eyes the glint of his snake eye piercing. Some things stay the same. Others don’t. “Your grandma…” he offers helplessly. “I wasn’t there.”
It’s like he’s set off a bomb in all the right ways, telling her exactly what she’d hoped to hear. Her expression crumbles, and she tumbles into him in an instant.
His hands are shaking when they find her hair, her solid body shaking as she cries into his chest. He cries too, head tucked against her.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Their relationship’s been a damn Greek tragedy. He’ll fix everything.
“You don’t need to,” she sobs, and it’s only then he realizes he’d been muttering into her hair. “You don’t need to. Please, just keep trying.”
He holds her like she’ll shatter without him. It’s okay because she holds him just as tightly in return.
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They’re tentative going forward. It’s a gentle sort of thing. He takes her on real dates. She asks to go on more. They bake normal cookies together on Friday nights, and they have a few indecent make out sessions while the aforementioned baked goods are stuck in the oven. It’s a nice way to live. He wishes he’d started living like this sooner.
But if it were always that easy, maybe he wouldn’t have needed rehab to begin with.
They end up at a party several months after he got out. It’s going fine. He stays away from the kitchen and drinks the Dr Pepper he came with. They came together with a bunch of mutual friends. It was worth coming just to watch Shikamaru fumble and try to look cool flirting with a girl in their Ethics class. Some stories will never be as good conveyed secondhand.
But the longer the night goes on, the more it gets to him. It’s dark and warm and the lights are flashing. He’s thirsty, and he knows the host would let him drink anything, but that requires braving the array of bottles on the kitchen counter, and he knows he can’t.
There are a few discarded drinks on the coffee table in front of him. Those solo cups sound like a damn siren song as the walls start closing in and the conversation around him drags to a standstill.
Man, what he wouldn’t give for a bottle of something. But he can’t. God, he can’t. He runs through the process he learned in rehab: think of what drinking will get you, think of what sobriety will get you. Assess the benefits. Assess your wants.
He wants to marry her, he realizes. He wants to train dogs at The Ranch. He wants to be an uncle to Naruto’s kids—plural, Shikamaru had reported with delight. He wants to be a groomsman at Shikamaru’s wedding someday. He wants, he wants, he wants. But he can’t do any of that if he falls off the damn wagon.
She’s dancing in the center of the room, but the smell of hops and tequila makes him dizzy. He pushes off the couch. It feels like quicksand sucking him in. The carpet is uneven, and he stumbles. He feels like the universe is trying to trap him in this den of hell.
He reaches for her, tucks his head against hers so his lips can find her ear. The smell of shampoo and hairspray invades him, and it’s a welcome respite. “I’m gonna head out.”
She pulls away from him, scanning his face carefully. “Are you okay?”
He nods. It’s not exactly a lie. He’s okay now; he won’t be if he stays.
“I’ll come with you,” she offers, but he shakes his head. She’s having fun with Tenten. Ino’d even let her borrow a dress for the occasion (and, damn, did she look lovely). He’s glad to have come just to see her look so beautiful and carefree. The last thing he wants is to take her away from the fun.
She scrutinizes him again, lashes flicking. “I didn’t eat before we came,” she offers casually. “Let’s go get waffle fries.”
He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This beautiful, wild woman loves him and wants to leave parties for him, and she’s already seen him at his worst but now that he’s at his best, she loves him even more. His lips find hers in the darkness, hands tangling in her hair, body pressing against her warmth like he’ll freeze without it. The kiss is soft and smooth like honey. She tastes like lemonade, and it’s so damn good.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers, and vaguely he knows that the middle of a shitty party is the most unromantic place to make the confession, but she beams up at him like he’s given her gold. It’s the first time he’s said it sober.
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It’s three weeks before graduation, and they’re sitting at her kitchen table trying to crunch the numbers for the house they’re planning to rent together. He’s put the numbers in the calculator wrong three times already, so she’s taken over that part.
It’s okay, though, because he’s got enough money from his new job to pay the deposit and buy a couch that doesn’t look like a frat house got ahold of it. It feels nice. Liberating. And she’s already made him promise her favorite quilt will get to be the one draped over the back of the swanky new couch. As though he’d ever say no to that.
He likes seeing her like this. In the kitchen wearing pjs, eyes squinted as she tries to work though the calculations. It feels like home. He can’t get enough of it.
“How much were we factoring in for pet costs?” she asks, breaking him from his trance.
“Uh…” The numbers are a blur at this point. “It was either $4,230 or $4,430.”
“What was that per month?”
He pauses, and she watches him eagerly as he contemplates. “No idea.”
“Argh! The drugs destroyed all your math skills,” she whines, but the smile on her face gives her away.
He smirks. “I never had any to begin with.”
And she laughs, God, she laughs and swats at him. He realizes it sounds like heaven.
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A/N: I'm not really sure what this is, but I had fun writing it. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! :)
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kiba cutting his index, middle finger and ring finger nails off so he can really reach deep into your pussy without poking or clawing your insides with his claws.
he can’t contain his hard cock he wants to fuck u in the hokages office, especially after you gave him blue balls on your 3 week mission. Not even rubbing him or touching him in the slightest during that time.
when your both sitting outside the office of the hokage. he rubs your through your pants or panties and slowly, and sneakily— slips his fingers inside you. You’re dry? that’s ok, he’ll dirty talk you and play with your tits in public. He won’t even look over his shoulder to see who’s coming, that’s what he has you for! besides— you sitting there, looking all scared and nervous— just add more fuel to the fire.
once your wet enough he removes his hands from your tit and is still playing with your gushy pussy. He slips in a third finger and that made you loudly gasp and whimper his name in the confides of your personal space that he’s invading. He smiles without looking at you, just staring down at your lap/his phone as he works his way in your pussy; in public to so anyone can see if they were a nosey nancy or in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone dares to stop and stare or say something slick he’ll give them THAT look while his fingers are still moving inside you and then there’s you. Worried little eyes, and hard nipples poking through your shirt.
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