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Guess what I'm doing right now? I'm cooking rope.
Yes, rope! 40m of 8mm thick new hemp rope to be exact. You have to prepare it to use it for shibari technics. The fibres have to be soft enough to not break your skin. It's the first time that we do that by ourselves at home, so I hope I'm doing everything right.
Pretty weird to have a pot on the stove boiling and bubbling peacefully while it's full of sex rope hahaha.
Question time! You can ask me whatever you want to know about BDSM or sex in general.
Don't hesitate ;)
SquaMata
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40. Of broken Promises - A new Way to bleed
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Inside the kazekage's private bedroom Gaara woke up before dawn. A quick look to the other side of the dreamlike oriental bed confirmed the feeling of being alone, she was gone. He knew he couldn't push her, yesterday's situation would freak out everyone. It was all his own fault. He was hiding, hiding something he had never tried to talk about with anybody else, only Shukaku knew and obviously he was sick of the secrets. Gaara was too, that had been the reason why he had tried so hard. The young kazekage was afraid of losing her, of losing his reputation, afraid of somebody revealing his darkest secrets.
The naked man was lying on his back with the whine-red Egyptian cotton sheets pooling around his lower body. He had one leg propped up and his head was resting on his left arm. The young kazekage closed his eyes and contemplated for a long while. It had gotten out of hand. The demon had done that deliberately to proof him a few things, the redhead was sure of them now, but he wouldn't want talk about them.
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He saw her leaving the tower with her teammate and his siblings. ANBU told him they went to the arena again for morning training. She would have to give an advanced course at the med school in the afternoon. They would meet up later at his apartment like they always did.
He hoped she would not cancel their date.
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The pinkette showed up with a hearty smile like nothing had happened, but he could feel her nervousness. Gaara was tense too and he knew they need to talk. They sat down on the comfy couch in his living room, he poured them each a glass of ice-cold water with lemon and mint.
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"Sakura, I can't find the right words matching to tell you how sorry I am for losing control. Please forgive me. It never was my intention to hurt you. I promised to not hurt you. I…"
"It wasn't you, Gaara, who did this. It was him."
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"Did he say anything to you?"
"Yes. He told me he could never kill me."
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The young kazekage propped his elbows on his thighs and took his face into his palms. "I'm so sorry, Sakura. I'm so sorry…" He mumbled.
She took one of his hands in hers and kissed it softly. The tender gesture let him open his eyes, but he hesitated to look at her.
"I'm not afraid of him and I am not afraid of you." Another kiss on his hand.
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Gaara's turquoise eyes searched for honesty in her beautiful green ones and she gave him a reassuring smile. She meant what she had said.
"You're not afraid?"
"No."
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He leaned into her to capture her lips with his in a loving kiss. All his life people had always been afraid of him and the demon inside of him, even after he had been announced kazekage and when Shukaku had been extracted they had their fears although they accepted and supported him. It was one of the main goals of the older council members to marry him off because it would make him more human and less fearful.
Sakura focused on her mission, she told herself over and over again it would be her destiny and how important it was for the alliance. She reminded herself of what she was capable of and of Gaara's positive sides.
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They sat there and talked a bit. He didn't mention which name had fallen from her lips during her peak or what he had seen with his sand eye, but he had asked her why she had not tried to stop him.
"You could have punched him or sent him into sleep… You could have used your safewords, which I'm sure I would have heard. It's not that I can't do anything when he's taking over, but without the right inputs I can only hear what he wants me to hear and he controls my energy. Your safewords are powerful enough to help me fight against him. They're like a spell, that's why we chose them."
He took a deep breath. "Why didn't you do anything?"
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The pink-haired kunoichi sat there and considered for a while. "Sometimes I couldn't determine if it's just him or you. He wasn't just a dangerous, harming monster. To be honest I was too perplex and in a scary way I… I was turned on." Now it was her turn to avert her eyes, her cheeks turned crimson.
"You… You were turned on?!"
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Her voice was mere above a whisper "I'm afraid, I was…"
The kazekage's eyes nearly popped out. "But he…" Gaara tried to build a useful sentence "…and he…", but obviously he couldn't.
She just nodded, her whole face turned red up to her ears.
It took them both a moment to process the new information.
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After a while he asked her in a serious but friendly tone "Do you still want to continue this?" He pointed back and forth between the two "And our plays?"
"Yes." Dammit I finally had an orgasm! Of course I will!
Gaara couldn't hide a smirk. He knew she had been able to let go and cum eventually, in a strange way he was even proud of it, although it hadn't been the gentleman way he had wanted it to be.
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"Are you sure? You've seen what he could do."
She smiled at him with a sexy gleam in her eyes "Yes, master."
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Sakura took him by the hand and led him to the playroom.
He leered at her. "I like your filthy side."
As always she stripped of her clothes and went to her corner.
He discarded his kage clothes to his boxers, folded them neatly and put them on the sofa.
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"You're such a naughty vixen. Now come on over and get down on the frame."
"Yes, master."
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"Sakura, go immediately! I'm so sorry!"
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She knew it wasn't Gaara who did that to her, it was the monster inside of him.
Gaara had fought him back as best as he could, but the demon had gagged her. The spell words couldn't be used properly until he was done. The shocked kazekage helped her out of the heavy metal cuffs. In the corner of his eye she could see the demon was still fighting to take over, so the pinkette put him into sleep on the spot before he could hurt another person. She renewed and enhanced the chakra seal like Kakashi had shown her until Shukaku was completely calm.
Sakura was a mess. Her body shivered and she would probably need a medic, but she couldn't go to the hospital. People would talk and Gaara had a reputation to lose. Also she needed comfort, she craved for something pleasant to get that experience out of her head before it would manifest to a trauma. It was urgent.
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Without knocking the pinkette stormed into Kakashi's room, she was glad the balcony door was open. Noticing her presence he came out of his bathroom clad in a towel and with his mask in place.
All he could see were blue choking marks on her neck, mascara everywhere and a sobbing woman, reeking of pure sex, blood and clearly of another male. He averted his eyes, he didn't want to look at her in that horrible state she was in.
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"Sakura, you should leave. I'm going out tonight." He had promised to be there for her whenever she needs him, but this was too much.
In an ice-cold tone she answered "Something happened."
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He cocked his head to the side and raised a brow. "What do you mean?" The copy-nin wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.
Kakashi crossed his arms over his chest to underline distance.
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Then she turned around and pulled her silky nightgown up to show him her back full of whip lashes, dried blood marks like made by claws and many colourful bruises everywhere.
"He marked his territory very clear." The silverhead couldn't keep himself from sounding concerned.
She started crying again. "I'm nothing than a fucking toy to Shukaku, he wants to scare me off. He wants me to leave."
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He walked over to her and helped her to sit down on his bed.
"Hold still."
The jounin's heart hurt deeply as he assisted her with basic medic jutsu to ease the pain and close the wounds, some of them were still bleeding and she seemed to be too tired out to do it all by herself. Apparently his brave former student had fought the demon, but he didn't dare to ask about the details. He doubted he would take it well.
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As the wounds on her back were aided properly he helped her to roll the night gown back down and she thanked him, but the sobs came back. The pinkette sat there shaking, he was still standing behind her at the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath and laid a hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort. As she put her hand on his he sat down next to her and embraced the crying young woman.
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After a while she turned and he let go. She was now sitting next to him, facing him and begged him in tears "Kakashi, I need your sharingan one more time. I… I need… I need you."
He looked at her like she had lost all sanity. "You must be kidding." She's in such a miserable state and just looking for a cheap orgasm.
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"No, I'm not. Just one last time, Kakashi, please. I can't stand it anymore. Without any positive feelings it could become a severe trauma. I… I can't do that any longer… I…"
She took a deep breath. "I need a relief, I need comfort… Kakashi, help me. Please…"
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K: Does anyone involved in this damn mission ever think one single moment about me, the state and situation I'm in? No, of course not! Nobody does and nobody ever had.
Unbelieving he stood up to get some more distance as anger got him.
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"I'm no emotionless machine you could use whenever you're in the mood! What the fuck do you want, Sakura? What do you really want?"
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The silverhead looked like a shy, caged wolf, clearly both attracted and disgusted by the look of the bait, he was ready to either attack or to run away.
Dammit! Fuck, what should I do now? I'm so tired of this shit.
Then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
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"Do you want me to touch you? Is it that what you're craving for?"
The pinkette batted her eyes playfully up to him. "Yes, sensei."
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K: Dammit.
The copy-nin closed his eyes and contemplated. So there was a willing woman sitting on his bed, barely clothed and begging for his touch. Not any woman, it was the beautiful woman he couldn't get out of his head, the woman he could never have. Was this their opportunity?
He rubbed his forehead and sighed "You know I can't."
The educated seductress crawled to the edge of the bed, nearer to him. "Are you sure?" She asked him enticingly while she sat up on her knees and let her hand slowly wander down the valley of her breasts, the emerald silk revealed every contour during her movements.
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"Sakura… I… We can't…" he tried to talk her out of it in a broken voice.
His former student changed into a higher kneeling position at the edge of the bed right in front of him and looked him deep in the eyes as she put a finger on his lips to stop him from continuing to babble. He felt unable to move like in a trance as she caught his eyes with her enchanting green ones, while she hooked her fingers in his mask. To their both surprise he let her pull it down slowly.
Kakashi leaned down and did not hesitate to capture her lips with his in a wonderful kiss.
Sakura gently pulled him down to the bed and he complied with her desire all too willingly. He stroke her hair gently out of her face as he had laid her down under him, mismatching eyes looking dreamily into hers. Then he kissed her again, this time with more passion and a burning desire. Their hands began to explore each other's body. The nightgown and his towel were lying on the floor as her thong followed suit. He let his mouth wander over her body, inflicting a way of fire wherever his tongue went. Before he could reach her womanhood she pulled him back up for another hormone-rushing kiss. Sneaky fingers surprised her as they began to circle her sensitive pearl. He chuckled against her lips as she trembled and moaned due to the unsuspected, although very welcomed contact. His hungry eyes were the sexiest thing she had ever seen. He stifled her moans with tantalising kisses as she came hard, her whole body shaking under him.
She was afraid of opening her eyes.
Would he be gone?
Would it all be just a genjutsu?
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But she could feel his breath on her face.
Hesitant she cracked one eye open.
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"See, I'm still there." He smiled at her and sealed her lips with his.
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Her hands fisted in his tousled silver mane as heat rose up. Kakashi whispered huskily into her ear "Ready for more?"
Her answer was her pulling him closer and kissing him senseless as he entered her carefully. Sakura was impressed, the rumours were right he was huge.
He began with a slow pace and watched her every reaction to his movements, she knew he was testing what she liked. Their touches and kisses were tender and caring, it felt so emotional and right, she had never expected such a side from the infamous, lethal copy-ninja.
It wasn't just sex, they were making love.
He kissed her neck and bit her playfully as he lifted one leg to his chest and hooked her other behind his thigh he found an angle she responded eagerly. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pulled him to kiss her. She was sure she saw stars as he increased the angle and movement and applied a soft finger on her sensitive bud. He stifled her enormous orgasm with his mouth. Her contractions continued for a while and brought him over the edge after her.
They were lying there panting and smiling at each other. He pulled her close to his chest and they drifted off into sleep.
It didn't matter what had happened, she was safe in his arms now.
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As the young kunoichi woke up in the middle of the night the silverhead seemed to be gone. On the table he had left her a new towel, a boxed hotel soap and fresh shirt and boxers to change into.
Sakura was a bit sad, although they both knew this night was all they would probably ever have.
She thought he needed some time alone to cool off, so she took the items he had left for her, went to his bathroom and aimed right for the shower.
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Standing under the soothing warmth of the spray she felt all of a sudden strong hands caressing her sides followed by a lean, muscular body pressing against her from behind.
He had come back!
She turned around and their lips found together in a heated, longing kiss, then he pressed her against the dark grey tiles, descended with a smirk and put one of her feet onto his shoulder as he began to kiss and nibble on the delicate skin of her inner thighs. It couldn't be true, she was inside the shower with her former sensei whose mismatched eyes looked right at hers from in between her legs. The burning lust of his gleaming eyes, his encouraging moan and the thing he did with his tongue let her fall over the edge in an instant. He tightened his grip on her waist to keep her from falling, but he didn't stop his tiny wavy movements of his mouth on her nub until the last shudder of her intense orgasm had ended.
Then the jounin lifted her up like she was feather light and pressed her with her back against the tiles. He kissed her passionately and demanding, while he entered her and wrapped her legs around his waist. The angle allowed him to hit just the right spots and create an enjoyable friction for them both. It didn't take them long to reach the peak together.
He stood there for a moment, with her still pressed with her front to his body and her back to the tiles, both were breathing rapidly and their bodies trembled. She felt him nibble her neck softly and relished in the aftermath of their immense passion. Kakashi helped her back to her feet and kissed her sweetly before he went with his head under the spray briefly. With a last smile in her direction he left the shower.
Why would anyone want to hide such a handsome face under a mask?
Sakura shook her head chuckling happily, then she used the soap he had set for her and finished her shower.
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As she stepped out of the shower, she took a look into the mirror as reality hit her hard.
There were marks of choking, of Gaara's whip and of the demon's claws nearly everywhere on her body. The wounds had closed by now and had started to heal. But Kakashi's love bites on her neck were all gone...
Or in that case they had been never really there.
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She knew it had all been a genjutsu.
She couldn't tell what was worse: That what Shukaku had done to her was reality or that what Kakashi had done with her in genjutsu was not reality.
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When and how did he put her into genjutsu?
She recalled the scenes. It had to be the moment before the mask had gone under his nose that he had caught her with his sharingan without her noticing. It had felt all too real this time.
Had she really seen his true face in genjutsu?
Why was there a feeling in her gut that it reminded her a bit of someone?
But how the hell did he get her into the shower during the genjutsu?
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She was so confused as she put on the clothes he had prepared and went to his bed, where a certain pug was waiting for her.
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That genjutsu had gotten out of his hands. The sharingan bearer couldn't understand how it had developed such a life of its own.
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I don't know how she walked over into the shower all by herself. Dammit, I even had to hide! But how the fuck did I end up sucked into my own genjutsu?
The shower? That scene was definitely not planned!
It must have been my subconscious, maybe mixed with hers. I remember I've read something similar long ago. It can occur during harmless genjutsu only, mostly with heavy emotion or sensation laden like erotic and sex based genjutsu, when two strong minds collide they could create an altered genjutsu. I've never thought that would be possible.
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Also he wondered since when he had developed such a soft and affectionate side. He knew that after her latest experience she probably would not want anything of hard BDSM content, but loving vanilla sex had never been his favourite. By his experience women tend to get clingy after too much affection or too good sex.
A part of him was scared she could get too attached to him, but another part that he was even more scared of hoped she would.
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The Konoha nin did what he always did to get his mind free. His task was fulfilled for the day, right? He had comforted her, he had done what she begged for, but he needed a little distance now. Nobody could deny him that. Kakashi raced through the secret valley, his favourite late night running trail.
As he returned he passed by a bar. A drink sounded too tempting and he could definitely need one, so he went inside.
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The woman in a coconut bra standing behind the bar greeted him heartily.
"Oi, Kakashi! Where have you been so long?"
The jounin covered his upset well with an eye crinkle like he had always done since he had been a little boy. Kankuro sat down next to him and handed him a cup of sake.
"Sorry I'm late. I'm afraid I got lost on the path of life." The silverhead sighed before downing it with an all-too-well-knowing Kankuro.