67 Recent Deviations
Featured: MLP -Gaara
Please (GaaMatsu fanfic)Please (GaaMatsu fanfic) by Kitsune1978
Gaara can't wait to hear this word, tumbling off her lips. It's hard to make her say it but he knows what he has to do. Pushing her hard enough always makes her surrender, and she finally says this word like she does at the moment; her lips trembling, her voice breaking, her breathing rapid, her knees buckling.
Hearing it, he feels briefly satisfied but it won't last long. The feeling will be gone too soon for his liking, and he will have to push her again. And again. And again. It becomes harder and harder because Matsuri continuously grows stronger. He's so proud of her even though he's aware that it's impossible for her to reach his level. She would have to be the tailed beast's host first, and this will never happen. Even though Gaara hates Shukaku, the beast's power makes him many times stronger than Matsuri, and it will always be this way.
"Please," Matsuri repeats in a shaky whisper. "Sensei, I—I can't take it anymore."
Her eyes are downcast as if she's ashamed o
Dysphoria__by LifelikedollDysphoriaDysphoria__by Lifelikedoll by fuyu-hanabi
She stood in front of the window, staring sightlessly at the empty street below. It was too early for anyone but those on duty to be outside. The sun had come up less than an hour ago. It would be another scorching hot day, but having grown up in the desert she no longer noticed the heat.
The slow drifting of sand along the ground made the village seem almost deserted. She knew that if she opened the window, she would hear the familiar howling sound of the wind. It was comforting in a way to know that some things would never change. She wanted suddenly to escape this building, escape the village. She wanted to be in the desert, alone, surrounded by nothing but wind and sand, the only two things that she knew and trusted. The only two things that could never be taken away from her.
She forced herself to tear her gaze away from the inviting sight and turn instead to the figure spread out on her bed. Her eyes misted over as she looked at him, the blue shade g
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