#Shikaku Nara Smut

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Consummation

Dom!Shikaku Nara x Wife Reader!

Warnings:DOM SHIKAKU!,Shikaku has issues,ADHD (A Deadly Hard Doing),unprotected sex,rough hard sex,creampie,,VIRGINTY TAKING,BREEDING,arranged marriage,Reader is kinda strange,DUB-CON,age difference,pussy eating,dick eating,drunken sex,NON CON ELEMENTS ,biting mentioned,pubes.

You examined the newly sliver wedding ring for what felt like the 100th time, the ring resembled a deer head. It looked oh so shiney and sparkly.But its beauty wasn't the only thing that made you look at it for so long.

But the matter of the fact that what it now represents.

Your arranged marriage and new life.

A new life with an older man who you had only met 8 or 9 hours ago and that was at your wedding ceremony.

You remembered vividly of how the man's first impression of you were.He had a board expression, but one of his brow was higher than the other one as he watched with lidded eyes as you walked down the aisle.He was clearly taller than you.And it was really shown when you stood opposite from him.

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

You could clearly see him upfront now,and so did he as you both silently examined each other, greeting each other softly so that only the both of you could hear.

It...it kinda felt like he was eyefucking you a little bit if you were being honest with the way his eyes ranked down your frame,but than again you could've said the same for most of the people there.Which were more than what you were expecting.Making you feel pretty nervous.

But after the kiss and everything,you both went to the reception where there was a speech before you two kinda went your separate ways with you having some cake.And Shikaku getting drunk with some of his friends whilst you,got introduced and talked to by some people.Found out he had a son talked to said son found out that you were two years his senior.

And all that type of Jazz.

Before, you simply upped and left after your third slice of cake.

Leaving Shikaku to continue drinking with his friends and talk to guests.

Meanwhile,you asked for directions where you would be staying from now on and where all your belongings were.That being your now forever home where you would build a family with.

And that's where you are right now.At his house,or now you're house.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding door opening behind,causing you to turn to the source of the sound.

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

He was standing in the door frame his left hand on the handle of the door. Where he simply looked at you for awhile before speaking.

"Oh....your here"

His voice was low as he looked down at you as you sat on the Tatami flooring.You looked at the man infront of you for awhile taking in his appearance.He still had on his Kuromonpuku but his haori was a bit off the shoulder on his right side.And as for he himself,his cheeks looked a little red and his eyelids looked heavy.

"I didn't know where else to go...."

You spoke in a calm soft tone of voice.Your hands were on your lap as your head was turned to face him.You were still in your wedding dress,you wore a untraditional wedding dress.It was a cream colored dress with a big puffy skirt with matching puffy sleeves.

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

This is the first time you two actually had a conversation together so things were pretty awkward especially considering the circumstances.

"I just came to check up on you yknow since you kinda left the reception without a word or yknow anything"

"Oh well I'm sorry for making you worry,I just was starting to feel tired and yknow all that jazz"

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

A few seconds later Shikaku stepped into the room,closing the sliding door behind him.

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

Catching you slightly off guard,you looked at him with wide eyes.You've never really come off as cute but more like,but instead kinda creepy and strange and maybe even a little unsettling to most than some.

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

Shikaku groaned, looking down at you in between his legs his hand was tangled in your hair as he moved you further down his meaty cock forcing you to deepthroat him.

Gagging noises escaped your throat as spit dripped down your chin as spit was smothered from the tip of his harden erection to the base of it forcing you to make a sorts of lewd sounds and noises as you choked around him.Tears threatening to spill from your eyes accompanied by your smeared and ruined makeup.

Your face was repeatedly buried in his slightly bushy pubes before being pulled back up to the circumstance of his horse like cock before the cycled continued.Your painted nails was sinking into his inner thigh trying to brace yourself.

"Come on how are you supposed to be my wife if you can't even give me a half decent blow job?"

Shikaku stated as he pulled you off of his cock so that he could look at you properly.Your makeup was absolutely ruined and black strikes of mascara came down from your eyes which were slightly red.Your dark red lipstick was all over the place as well as your lips were glazed with slight spit as it dripped from chin onto your wedding dress.

As for you yourself,you were breathing hard trying to get as much oxygen in before you were pushed back into his pubes.

"I know you're a virgin and all, but Kami, at least try to cooperate with me....,yknow from the way you bit me at the ceremony. I thought things would've been a bit more interesting"

Oh yeah, that's right.

During the wedding ceremony where you two kissed,you had bit him.

Soft sniffs left you as you looked up at him through teary eyes.Shikaku pulled you so that you'd be sitting on your knees,your hands leaving his inter thighs as it moved quickly around the hand that was pulling you by the hair.

Before he let go of your hair,and simply looked at you the smell of alcohol coming off of him strongly.Making you feel all the more nauseous.His hand traveling down to your chest where he cups one of your breasts.Making you let out a small whine in return.

He massages it back and forth for awhile in-between his large palm rather roughly.Before he pulls back his entire hand only to reach behind you and undo the button that was responsible for holding up your dress.

In a fluid motion your sleeves came off your shoulders causing you to quickly fold your arms.But before you could you were pushed rather harshly onto the floor.You tried to get back up but was faced back with the same response from the Nara.

Shikaku made his way in-between your thighs,you tried to close back your thighs but was met with a hard slap to the side of your thigh.Causing you to whine as it left behind a stinging sensation.

"Behave"

Shikaku mumbled.Before leaning down and flipping up your big puffy skirt causing you to be unable to see him.

"Oh good you have one of these"

He spoke with interest in his tone before. Leaning down further, his teeth latching onto your ruffle thigh garter. Before dragging it off your thigh as before throwing it aside,his gaze turning back to your thighs.

More specifically, the fat that gathered at the top of your white sheer thigh highs as his rough palms reaching down to rub them he took your left leg he raised it over his shoulder where he began to leave feather light kisses against the fabric and against the side of your thighs.

You let small whines here and there before Shikaku dipped back down beneath your skit,gasping as you felt his hot breath against your clothed core.You started to kick at the sensation and let out a slight scream which released into you getting another stinging slap on your thigh.

The man groans before looking up at you.

"I've already warned you....next time I'll leave my hand print in your skin"

He said more clearly now before,slipping his fingers into the waist band of your underwear and pulling them off you dropping the leg that was on his shoulder so that he could fully take the undergarment off.Before tossing them to aside,and dipping his head back to your crotch.

"Im Gonna show you how to properly give oral sex,so take this as a learning experience"

You didn't even get a chance to speak before he wrapped his arms under your thighs before bringing you closer to his mouth.

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.

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"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Moan after Moan left your mouth as you rode Shikaku's face grinding into his mouth.His face is buried in your crotch, his nose pressing against your clit as he devours you.Your wedding dress skirt concealing your husband's face.

He's making loud, messy noises as he eats you out.Spit dripped down his chin as he went down on you,your hips rocking back and forth rougher and harder.You began to fondle your heavy breasts as you began to twist and turn them in every and anyway you could.

He slips two of his fingers into your sickness as he continues sucking on your red and puffy clit.flicking his tongue back and forth.

"Mmmph"

He mutters against your private causing vibrations to send you wilder as you began to feel overwhelmed.

You rocked your hips harder as you chased your orgasm but before you could.

Shikaku removed his fingers from your slick as well as his tongue from your bud.

"Why....why did you stop?"

You asked, looking downwards even if you couldn't see his face.

"Get off me"

Was his only response.So you did so. Letting Shikaku sit up.His chin and lips were covered in spite before he wiped it off using the sleeve of his haori.

"Lay down"

You did as told.Allowing the man to hover over you. He looked down before he lazily started to pump up and down his meaty shaft,thick veins aligning his impressive size.

He stood on his knees before aligning yourself with him, and before you could even say the phrase, 'what are you doing?'

Shikaku slammed himself inside of you, forcing a scream outta your throat. He waited a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size by the mean time feeling the ticklish feeling of blood streaming down onto his cock.

Before he went on, brutally and unforgivably ramming into your cunt.The cunnilingus and fingering he had given you was to stretch you out for him.As his hips slammed into yours.The lewd sounds of sex filled the small room,your breasts slamming up and down in sync with his movements.

You were a moaning mess,as you simply couldn't take the fast thrusting movements of his hips as they slammed into your over and over again.His hands on your wide hips using it so that you meet his thrusts halfway.

You didn't take long to cum,as a burning hot white pleasure filled you causing you to scream out loud probably altering to everyone Shikamaru around what was taking place.As you creamed around his cock.

Soon after, Shikaku returned the favor,allowing his hot, heavy fertile sperm to fill your fruitful womb as he emptied his heavy balls inside of you.Allowing rope,after rope to fill your cunt.

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After a few minutes of heavy breathing.Shikaku pulled his soft cock out of your pussy.As he began to admire the work of art he had just created.

Yknow maybe this arranged marriage thing wasn't so bad after all.

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[13as07]

Sweet Girl #1

(Shikaku Nara Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Sadakiyo]

Requested by: My hormones

Word Count: 4,324

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Cheating

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Commander, Cock Sleeve, Leftovers, Fuck Boy

A like 20 year ago gap (boyfriend's dad)

Voyeur (watching others having s*x)

Unknowingly being watched during s*x

Emotional manipulation (technically, but meh)

Titty/Nipple Playing

Degrading

Praising

Fingering/Oral (Female receiving)

Overstimulation

Pleasure Kink (cause I fully believe Nara mean live to serve their lovers)

Choking

Manhandling

Creampie

Begging

Part two? ;)

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"Shika!" I call, tugging the key to his and his father's apartment out of the lock. After the loss of Shika's mother during the war, they downsized to a two-bedroom apartment and gave me a key so I could come and go as I pleased.

"Shika!" I call again, hanging my purse on the rack next to the door. "I'm home early!" I continue, straightening my sundress. It's Shikamaru's favorite, a loose-fitted muddy green dress, with the skirt coming down to my mid-thigh. "My mission ended early," I start explaining, walking through the combined living and kitchen area, beelining toward the bedrooms.

Shikamaru's door is closed, which sticks in my mind a bit. The only time I've ever seen his door closed is when he's... well... taking advantage of the easy excess my sundresses give him. "Shika?" I call softly, knocking on the door as I turn the handle.

As I push the door open, his radio blaring music is the first thing that filters out. The second thing that filters out is the mix of Shika's routine praises and the moans of someone who isn't him and sure as hell isn't me.

My heart drops when the door finishes swinging open. Shika stands facing his headboard, deep bruises decorating his back and neck, his hair loose and flopping in turn with his thrusts. The girl in front of him is arched in doggy style, the top of her blonde hair poking out over his shoulder. What the hell? Who the hell?

My breath picks up as my heart shatters to pieces, the shards of it feeling like they're stabbing into my chest. My breath hicks as I watch the scene in front of me, tears threatening to spill out. "Wh... what are..." my voice is stuck in my throat, refusing to spill out unlike the water leaking from my eyes. The sound of the girl calling for my boyfriend, asking him to go faster, and him praising her only makes my tears storm out faster.

"Hello, Sweet Girl," a voice echoes in my ear, sending fear and more sadness down my spine. The nickname gives way to who it is. It's Shikaku, my boyfriend's dad, my future father-in-law... who was going to be my father-in-law.

Shikaku has always had the habit of calling me 'sweet girl', the name being a sort of praise every time I do something for the household; Cleaning the dishes, making them dinner, helping them pack for their missions. Every helpful task has been followed by a "What a sweet girl the clan has gained," or a "Lord, Shika, how'd you manage to catch such a sweet girl".

"Commander Nara," I whimper, voice still soft and broken because my eyes refuse to pull away from Shikamaru's infidelity.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry, Sweet Girl," he hums in my ear, his hands sliding around my body, wrapping me up in his embrace. "I am so sorry. I raised my son better than this."

"It's not your fault," I sob, my tears finally blurring my sight enough that I can no longer make out the scene in front of me.

"I know, but still. I tried raising Shikamaru with a sense of respect, a sense of honor, a sense of loyalty. I'm so sorry that he didn't turn out that way," Shikaku whispers in my ear, the sound of his son's name pulling another sob from my lungs. "Hush, hush, hush," he coos, rubbing circles into my stomach, his fingertips clinging to the material of my dress.

The feeling of his fingers toying with me makes me tingle, both in good and bad ways. Shikamaru's father shouldn't be sparking these feelings, shouldn't be making me tingle in the areas he is. But... on the other hand... Shika shouldn't be fucking someone that's not me, and he is. Right in front of my eyes... so if Shikaku and me...

No! How could I even think about that? He's Shikamaru's dad! I've known the man my whole life. How could I think of Shikaku in that way? How could I miss read him comforting me in such a way?

"Let me apologize on Shikamaru's behalf," he husks in my ear, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts.

     Okay, maybe I'm not as perverted as I thought I was. "C... Commander?" I ask, my breath already picking up.

     "Sweet Girl?" He purrs, his tongue softly coating the shell of my ear. Shikaku's hands grip my chest as he slowly makes them in circles. His fingers are rough, tempting bruises to form on my boobs. "Please let me apologize. It's the least I can do for raising such a disloyal brat."

     "Commander?" I race out, using the name to push down my moan.

     "Damn it, Sweet Girl," he groans, using his hold on my tits to push me against his growing bulge. "Keep saying my title like that. Keep calling me in that breathy tone. You're going to drive me crazy. Drive me crazy, Sweet Girl."

     "Commander?" I call again, trying to keep my tone as even as possible. "We really... we shouldn't... You shouldn't... Shikaku?"

     "I shouldn't what? Fuck my son's girlfriend? Why shouldn't I?" He taunts, his hands releasing my chest to crawl down my body. His fingers slide over my knees, gripping the hem of my dress before he tugs it up. His hands and the end of my dress rest against the band of my panties, making me tingle even more.

     "Look at him," Shikaku orders, using his chin to shift my sights back towards his son still thrusting into the blonde bitch on his bed. "Do you think he gives a shit about you right now? Do you think he's thinking of you as he fucks that blonde girl? No, he doesn't. You're the last thing on his mind."

     "Commander," I whimper, fresh tears starting to flow down my cheeks.

     "Hey, hey, hey," he hums, pressing kisses behind my ear as his fingers toy with the waistband of my underwear. "I'm sorry, my Sweet Girl. That was mean of me. All I'm saying is that I'm here, I'm thinking of you. Let me enjoy you, Sweet Girl."

     "You... you're just... you're just going to use this as... as a less for Shikamaru," I whimper, the sounds a mix of his fingers toying with me and my sadness.

     "No, I won't. This is all about you. Let me apologize to you," he hums, hands tightening around my hips to tug me down the hallway. Shikaku's lips brush against my neck in time to his fingertips teasing me, poking under my band, and sliding across new skin before pulling back up.

"Commander," I moan out, the feeling of him everywhere setting my nerves on fire. He lets a hum out, hands falling down my panties, poking at my hole. "C... C... Comman... Commander," I stumble out, snapping my knees together.

Shikaku lets out a chuckle, his fingertip ringing around my entrance as his free hand messes with his bedroom door. "Sweet Girl? When's the last time you were fucked? Hmm? When was the last time Shikamaru paid your pussy any attention?"

     "I... um... I don't..." The answer sticks in my throat, my mind going fuzzy with lust because of the finger toying with the edges of my hole and Shikaku gently guiding me toward his bed. "La... last month... I... I think."

     "Aww, you poor thing. A whole month without any release? My poor, Sweet Girl," he coos as my knees bump into his mattress. His fingertip dips into me, no further than the first knuckle as he gently stretches me out. "Lay down. Spread yourself nice and wide for me."

     "Yes, Commander," I mutter, my words coming out hazy. I do as I'm told, curling up on all fours on top of the bed before I crawl up his bedsheets.

     Shikaku's hands slide down my hips, tapping my ass before letting me go. "What a Sweet Girl. How did the Naras get so lucky?" He praises, the feeling of his eyes bouncing over me as I move.

     My pussy aches the soft touching and coos getting to me. Slowly I roll over, my head propped on the chief's pillows as I let my legs fall open. "No, no, no. Wider, Sweet Girl," he orders, his calloused hands clinging to my knees and spreading them apart. "Look at that," Shikaku says, his voice soft as he shoves the skirt of my dress up. "Lacey panties. I bet your bra matches, huh? What a wasteful son I raised."

     His head dips down, pressing kisses into my inner thighs. The whole time his eyes stay locked on me, intense and slit as he reads my reactions. "H... h... hey," I moan out, the word broken up in my throat as it bubbles out. "What are... Commander?"

     "Sweet Girl?" He whispers against my core, his tongue slithering out to run across the material already starting to get soaked by my arousal. Shikaku lets out a hum of approval, eyes rolling back as he enjoys sucking on the mess I've made in my underwear. "You really are a Sweet Girl, huh? You taste so sweet. How could Shikamaru waste something so tasty out?"

     His fingertips slide under the middle of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. "God damn," he groans, eyes locked on my pussy as he moves my legs apart again. "Is there anything about you that isn't sweet?"

     Shikaku's head ducks between my head again, nuzzling against my thigh for a second. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelp, the feeling of something wet and warm pressed against me.

     His head tips up, eyebrows scrunched together as he looks at me in confusion. "I'm... going to eat you out, Sweet Girl. Have you not... Has Shikamaru never gone down on you?"

     "Um... no..." I whisper, embarrassment crawling across my face as I look around his room.

     "What the hell," he mutters, wrapping his arms under my knees before tugging me closer to his face. "I can't apologize enough, Sweet Girl. I've always told Shika that a woman's pleasure is more important than ours. I knew he was lazy, I didn't think he was that lazy," Shikaku murmurs the last part, dipping his head between my thighs again.

     His tongue slides through my folds again, pulling a long moan from my lungs. A sharp whisper cuts through when Shikaku's tongue slithers across my clit. "There it is," he murmurs to himself, full focus on my nerve bundle. The Commander laps at me, tongue flat and slow as he runs over the same spot over and over again.

     "Hey," I whine again, hands shooting down to cling to the ends of his ponytail. His eyes bounce up again, locked on my face, taking in my face I'm sure is a mess. "Shikaku," I call, tugging in his hair as my thighs clamp around his face, squishing his cheeks.

     He pulls back for a second, spilling a chilled breath over my slick as he catches his breath. The air sends shivers up my spine, making me squeeze his face harder. "Come on, Sweet Girl. I want you to finish for me. Again and again and again," he mutters, tongue slamming into my hole.

     "Fuck!" I yelp, back arching as I tug on his hair again. "Commander," I groan, the feeling of his tongue sliding in and out of me pushing my orgasm forward. The man chuckles at me, tongue jumping up to my clit again.

     Shikaku's fingers skirt over my thigh, quickly walking their way back up to my hole. Soon his fingertips are ghosting over my rim again, gently tugging on it to continue stretching me out. Two fingers dip into me, slowly sliding against my walls before they're as far in as they can go.

     An almost purring moan, tumbled around my throat, my closed mouth not letting the sound out. "Don't do that, Sweet Girl. I want to hear those noises. They let me know I'm doing a good job. Let me know I'm doing a good job."

     With the soft order, my mouth falls open, all my noises spilling out as Shikaku's tongue and fingers work in time with each other. "Shikaku," I hiss, my fingers starting to hurt from pulling his ponytail so hard. "Shikaku!" I repeat louder this time, the feeling of my cum gushing out and costing my thighs in my juices.

     Soft chuckles fall from the man, fingers slowing down but still thrusting in and out of me. His tongue falls away from my clit too, busying myself slurping up my mess from my folds, and my thighs. "I'm so sorry again, Sweet Girl. You deserve this treatment all the time. You're so pretty glistening like this, you taste so sweet. I could just eat you all day."

     "Than... thank you... but, Commander... I..."

     "Oh, I know, Sweet Girl. You're all worked up and sensitive, but your legs look so cute shaking because of me," he coos, nibbling at my thighs before his tongue slides over my clit again.

     "Commander," I whine, my voice pitched high. "You're... I'm... Shikaku!"

     "Sweet Girl?" He calls back, fingers picking up their speed again.

     "Ah, ah, ah," the chipped moans chirp out, the sound on repeat as my next orgasm builds up quicker than the first.

     Shikaku looks amazed with himself, the bottom half of his face dripping in the juices as his eyes jump around my body. "I want to see your titties, Sweet Girl," he tells me, laying out a flattened lick to my pussy in between each word.

     "Yes... yes, Commander," I mutter, dropping my hold on his hair long enough to tug the top of my dress down. The material settles under my boobs, the lack of a bra being a good plan today.

     "Damn, Sweet Girl. You drive me crazy," he groans, eyes snapping closed for a moment before snapping again. His dark eyes lock on my boobs, rolling over them, following their movement as I come undone on his tongue again.

     Another round of chuckles rings through the room, Shikaku's cockiness growing with every orgasm he pulls out of me. “My pretty, beautiful, Sweet Girl,” he mumbles, dipping his head again.

“Wait,” I whine, trying to push his head away. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, I know you can. One more and I’ll let you rest. Sweet Girl, can you cum for me one more time? Just one more,” he encourages, tongue poking at my hole.

“Just… just one more,” I babble, letting my head lull to the side. “Fuck,” I cry when his tongue slides over my clit again, the pleasure quickly chased by sparks of pain.

“Don’t cry. Just breathe, in and out, deep and slow,” Shikaku walks me through, fingers sliding back into place as his tongue crickets my clit, the pain daring to outweigh my pleasure.

I repeat his words in my head, trying to model my breathing how I was ordered. The more he licks at me, the harder it is to keep control of my lungs. “Please?” I whine, knotting my hands in his hair again, trying to tug his mouth off of me. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can. You can do it, Sweet Girl. Cum for me again, please?” Another round of jagged moans stick in my throat, struggling to come out.

Shikaku’s words roll around my head and his watchful eyes scanning me push me over the edge again. The pain of the overuse is twisted in with the pleasure of my third undoing, the unknown of whether it’s pain or pleasure coated in my whines that spill out alongside my cum.

“See? I know you could do it. You did such a good job. You’re so good for your Commander,” Shikaku coos, sitting on his knees before tugging his shirt off. “You’re doing great, amazing. You’re perfect. I’m so proud of you,” he tells me, the praises flowing out as he uses his shirt to gently pat at the mess in my thighs.

My watery eyes jump over the older man, sliding over the scars on his face before jumping down to his chest. His knotted undershirt clings to him, making my pussy pulse with more needs. “See? It’s not that bad,” he continues to soothe, throwing his shirt to the ground before leaning over me.

Shikaku rubs his nose against mine, hands clinging to my dress as he lightly rolls it off of me. “You are gorgeous. The most beautiful diamond in the world.” Compliments continue to spill for the older man as he coats my neck in kisses, hands pawing at different parts of my body. “You deserve admiration, praise, attention,” he mutters, sloppy kisses tumbling down to my breasts.

His hands scoop up my boobs, squeezing and toying with them like he did earlier. “Is that what you want, Sweet girl?” His thumbs ghost over my nipples, rubbing circles into them to encourage them to perk up. “Do you want me to continue to admire your body? Continue to praise you? Continue to give you the attention you deserve?”

Now that my nipples are perky, Shikaku holds them between his fingers, pinching down on them. “Come on, Sweet Girl. Please answer your Commander.”

“Ye - ow,” I whine, mellow pain echoing through my chest as Shikaku pinches harder. His eyes are trapped in my boobs, watching as he tugs on them, pulling my breasts toward himself. As he pulls, his hold starts to slip before giving way, my boobs jiggling as they fall back in place. “Commander,” I whine again, arching my back as his pinches return. “That hurts.”

“You’re fine, Sweet Girl,” he hums, tugging until his hold gives out again. “You’ve been driving me crazy the past couple of months. Do you know that?”

“No,” I whimper, trying to arch more and take away some of the pain blooming through my chest.

“You have been. All those short pretty dresses you wear. Walking around my house with no bra and your nipples poking through your shirt. Listening to those pathetic whimpers Shikamaru pulls from you. God damn, Sweet Girl,” he grumbles, twisting my nipples now instead of tugging on them.

“Ow, ow, ow,” I whimper, wrapping my hands around his wrists and tugging on them.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, that was a little much, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, my Sweet Girl,” Shikaku coos, hands soft and massaging my boobs as he litters them in kisses. “Sweet Girl?”

“Yes?” I slur out, my head shifting back and forth as I soak in his soft touches.

“Please let me fuck you. Let me enjoy you, let me worship your body like it’s supposed to be worshipped,” he whispers into my skin, his kisses trailing back up my body.

“Oh… okay… okay, Commander,” I murmur, the feeling of his hands snaking down my body setting my skin on fire again.

“Thank you, Sweet Girl,” he whispers in my ear, his hands leaving me kind enough to finish undressing himself. “You’re so good to me, so good to us. That’s why you deserve this, you hear me? You deserve to be cared for in the ways you care for my household.”

“I do?” I mutter, my eyes flickering down to Shikaku’s length. My cheeks flush at the sight, the man easily being the biggest of the two men I’ll have taken in my life.

“You do,” he hums out, leaning over me as his hands slide across the bed. “Lift your hips for me, please.”

Again, I fall into obedience, lifting my hips. Shikaku slides a pillow under me, adjusting it before pushing on my stomach until I lay on top of it. “You are a beautiful woman,” he mutters, a hand fluttering over my hips as the other lightly rests on my neck, the pad of his fingers dipped into the sides of my throat. “You’re so young, so pretty, and I get to enjoy all of it. The sweet taste of your pussy, your tight little cunt milking my cock, your soft skin, the fruity perfume you were.”

Shikaku slowly sinks himself into me, taking his time feeling me wrap around every inch of him. A deep moan rumbles out of him, his balk sack tapping against me once he’s bottomed out. “You are the perfect little cock sleeve,” he mutters against the shell of my ear, brushing kisses against it as he tugs himself back out to me.

He never pulls fully out, leaving his tip dipped in me as his thrusts keep their slow rhythm. “Commander?” I whine, wrapping my arms under his, my nails clinging to his shoulder blades.

“Ya? What is it, Sweet Girl? What can I do to make you feel good?”

“Move faster. Please?” I ask, dragging out the last word. Shikaku gives me what I want, his speed picking up. “Fuck,” I hiss, nails digging into his back as he fucks me into the mattress, the bed squeaking because of his pace. “Shikaku!”

“Sweet Girl,” he huffs out, lips roughly pressed across my face. The pillow arching my hips up makes it easy for the Commander to reach parts of me never touched, and I’m sure the bodies spilling from me let him know. “Hold… hold on,” he mutters, tugging out of me.

I let out a disappointed whine, being left empty upsetting me. I want him back in me, I want him to touch more new parts of me.

Shikaku uses his grip on my throat to manhandle me, his hand tightening around my neck. I’m tugged around, the two of us being repositioned. He settles underneath me, my knees resting next to his thighs, my back arched and shoulders pressed to his chest. Commander’s hand slides up my neck tipping my head back so it’s pressed to his shoulder.

“Look how pretty you are,” he praises, lips brushing against my temple and his free hand shoving my hips down roughly.

“Shikaku!” I yell the sudden fullness pulls his name and a whimper from my lips.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he hums, bouncing me on his dick as his lips slide across my jaw.

“Dad?” A voice calls from the doorway, tugging Shikaku’s attention from me.

His hand jumps up, wrapping around my eyes, and keeping my head pressed to his shoulder. “Shikamaru,” the Commander answers, his pace picking me up, causing my titties to bounce to the beat of his thrusts.

“What… what the hell are you doing? Tell me you’re kidding. You… you’re not… that’s my fucking girlfriend!” Shikamaru’s voice rings out, distress and anger coating his words.

“Ya and?” Shikaku mutters, his lips present on my body again, littering my neck in kisses.

“‘Ya and’? ‘Ya and’? You’re balls deep in my God damn girlfriend! What the fuck, Dad?”

“Why do you care?” He asks, nibbling on my shoulder. “You were just in some girl’s sandbox, what? Twenty? Thirty minutes ago? Why the hell do you care if I’m fucking my Sweet Girl? Do you care?” He asks, shaking his shoulder to get my attention.

“What?” I whimper, Shikaku’s nimble fingers newly drawing circles against my clit making it difficult to focus.

“Are you upset I’m fucking you? Do you want me to stop?” He asks, his thrusts stopping with his dick still buried deep in me.

“What?! No! Please don’t. Commander, please, please don’t!” I cry, wiggling in his hold to bounce myself on his penis. “Shikaku, please.”

The vibrations of his chuckles run across my back, his laughter followed by him thrusting into me again. “The fuck are you upset about, Shikamaru? You were just cheating, fucking Temari as ‘your girl’ was away serving our village. ‘Your girl’ that you never gave head to. I raised you better than that. I raised you to be a loyal partner, to serve your lady, to be a good man, and now what? You just go around pretending to be some kind of fuck boy?”

“Dad, it’s not… that’s not… so what if I did? That doesn’t give you the right to fuck my girlfriend!”

“Last time I checked, she’s an adult, and I am an adult. She wants it, I want it, seems like I have every right to fuck her.”

“You know what, whatever Dad. Fuck my leftovers, I don’t give a shit.”

“Stay right fucking there,” Shikaku grumbles, his thrusts losing their pace as the order spills out.

“I’m not going to watch you - ”

“Fine, leave. See how quickly I strip you of your Shinobi rank,” Shikaku says, cutting his son off as his huff for air fills my ears, the air tickling me as he breathes.

“You can’t do that!”

“Ya, I can. How the hell is the village supposed to trust someone who can’t even stay loyal to his girl? How am I supposed to know you won’t betray the village when you’ll betray her?”

The two fall quiet, the sound of my noises and Shikaku’s breathing being the only sound in the room. “Fuck,” Shikaku groans, slamming me down on him once more. “That’s it, Sweets. Milk my cock, take all my cum. Thank me for it, thank me for cumming in you.”

“Thank you. Thank you, Commander,” I murmur, my hands moving up to cling to his wrist.

“Thank you for what? What are you thankful for?”

“Thank you for cumming in me. Thank you so much, Commander. Please… please do it again. Pretty please, Shikaku?” I beg, rotating my hips, trying to perk his dick up again.

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” Shikamaru says, his words shaky and broken before the sound of the door slamming fills the room.

Shikaku’s laughter roars out again, his lips coating my sweat-covered body, eagerly cleaning up the salty water from my skin. “What a Sweet Girl. Sweet, Sweet Girl.”

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[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚞 - 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Nara Shikamaru + spit roasting, ABO, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, belly bulge, knotting, creampie, throat pie, breeding; ft A!Shikaku, A!Shikamaru, O!Reader

𝐃𝐢��𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,169

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes parent-child and sibling incest, underage(15, 17), and threesome, Omegaverse, use of “Onii-chan”, Two(2) uses of Y/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: No infidelity occurring here, in this, Yoshino either left Shikaku or passed away, whichever your twisted little minds come up with

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“D-Daddy..!” You cried out, feeling like your body was on fire. The heat wracked through you and your nether regions throbbed almost painfully. Hardly a minute passes before both your father and brother burst into your room, looking around for danger but stopping once they smelled the wave of pheromones that crashed over them.

They looked over at you and saw you drenched in sweat and desperately pulling at your clothes to ease the overwhelming heat. Glancing further down your body, your father saw your tight little sleep shorts absolutely drenched with copious amounts of slick. He let out a breath before moving to quickly sit next to you on your bed.

“Hey hey hey, slow down, baby, let me help.” He said gently, reaching for you and slid his fingers under the hem of your shirt and shuffled it off your body. He had to suppress a groan at the sight of your pretty tits on display for him, though he let his eyes linger until you whined in discomfort. He remembered that you still had your little shorts on and acted quickly. He moved to kneel between your thighs and hooked his fingers into the waistband, sliding them down your legs. He lifted your legs up to slide them the rest of the way off and returned your legs to either side of him.

There it was. His little daughter’s sweet little cunny fully on display in front of him, still dripping slick. Before he could let himself indulge in the pretty pussy splayed out in front of him, your father forced himself to control himself. You’re the freshly presented Omega daughter of the Head of the Nara clan, he needed to follow the customs despite how much he just wanted to bury his face, and his cock, deep between your legs and never leave.

“Baby? ‘Mega? You gotta wait just a minute, okay? Daddy’s gonna make it all better but we gotta move you first.” He explained to you, though he knew that your heat-addled mind had no hope of actually understanding him when all you knew was your need to be filled and bred.

“Mmnn.. Daddy.. Please…” You whined and whimpered when he lifted you, his scent filling up your senses.

“Shikamaru. Get the doors. We need to get her to the Centre Court.” Your Daddy rushed your Onii-chan, the older boy hurriedly complying. With you writhing in your Daddy’s arms, in pain and neediness and wanting, he rushed to the Centre Court. You could vaguely recognize your big brother’s voice calling out to the rest of the clan to gather in the Centre Court and to pass it on to anyone else who needed to know.

You finally made it and your father impatiently yet carefully set you down on the altar with the decorated trim with your clan’s crest weaved into the design. As your Daddy set you down, the cool surface provided a moment of comfort from the blazing heat just beneath your skin. He bent slightly to be over you as he put his hand on your cheek and turn your face to look at him.

“It’s okay, baby. Y/n. Omega. Daddy’s got you, your Alpha Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay?” Your mind could just barely comprehend what your Daddy was saying but as soon as he said ‘Alpha’ your mind snapped to attention. ‘Alpha. Alpha is here. Gonna take care of me. Alpha is gonna take care of me.’

The whine you must have let out made him chuckle. Your Daddy, your big strong Alpha, leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His scent, seemingly heavier than before, filled your nose once again and made your instincts all reach out to him.

His hand moved from the side of your face and began trailing down. First, he stopped at your chest and squeezed at one of your breasts and played with the nipple for a moment. He pinched and lightly pulled and tweaked and flicked your pebbled bud before he moved on. His fingertips lightly ghosted over your tummy before he reached your mound. As he moved his lips against yours and did his best to keep up with your needy pace, his hand slid between your legs and rubbed two of his fingers between your slick folds.

You let out a high pitched whiny moan into the kiss. His Alpha rumbled with pride at making his little Omega daughter squirm like that. At making you even more needy for him in the midst of your very first heat. His fingers slid through your slick and teased at your little clitty. Your back arched off the cool stone at the first contact with your pleasure bud and a whine was swallowed up by your Daddy’s lips still sealed over yours when he thrust his two fingers inside your greedy little virgin hole.

“Don’t worry, baby, Alpha’s here. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” He growled against your lips before he reluctantly pulled himself back. Your heat-addled mind couldn’t even think to be disappointed with the loss of your Daddy’s lips on yours when his fingers were still fucking into you, stretching your virgin hole enough to take his Big Daddy Alpha Cock. Even as he changed positions, he didn’t stop pistoning his fingers into your sloppy cunt. He moved to stand at the end of the altar where your toes were curling over the designed trim. There, he leaned down and added his mouth to the mix. He groaned at the taste of his little Omega daughter’s slick, at the taste of you.

First, he lapped at your clit while he kept his fingers fucking into you. The noises you made paired with the noises of your sloppy pussy almost had his knot inflating already. Your noises were getting more rushed and loud as he felt your walls clamping down on his fingers and he knew you were getting close to your first orgasm. His Alpha swelled with pride at being the one to bring you to your very first orgasm, with his mouth no less! He eagerly sucked your little clitty between his lips as you writhed under him as slick gushed around his fingers when you came. He gently scraped his teeth and flicked his tongue over your nub as he rode out your high until your hips stopped quivering with your release. He decided you were stretched enough to take his knot, but not everyone had gathered so he decided to swap his mouth and fingers.

He deftly moved his fingers to your clit and started teasing the little nub as he worked his tongue into your still-twitching entrance. He lapped up your slick and fucked you on his tongue while he kept his senses keen to know when everyone needed was present. He let out pleased growls at your taste and your reactions, every twitch, every squeak, every moan, every whine. Your Daddy's rumbling growl against your sensitive cunny had you calling out in pleasure as your second orgasm ripped through you. You smelled your Onii-chan's scent, earthy like the forest of your clan and smoky like his old sensei's cigarettes, quickly approaching you in the centre of the yard. With your senses on fire from your Daddy's relentless assault on your virgin pussy, you needed something to ground yourself from the feeling of being almost too high off the ground. You reached out to him, a wordless whine letting loose into the air.

Your Nii-chan, your Shika-nii, like the good Big Alpha Brother he was, immediately joined your side and stood behind your head at the top of the altar. His hands easily wrapped fully around yours gently and slid his hands down your forearms, down your upper arms, to your chest. He slowly, deliberately, squeezed the sides of your chest to push your pretty titties together. As his hands busied themselves with playing with your tits, your Shika-nii leaned down and captured your lips.

"Gonna look so pretty all stuffed with a knot... Wish it was gonna be mine... Wish I got to breed my baby sister's sweet little Omega pussy." He spoke between heated kisses. His tongue invaded your mouth and you could only whine wantonly into his at the pleasure he and your Daddy were giving you.

“They’re all here?” Shikaku asked from between your legs, giving one last sloppy lick to your folds before he came up.

“All of ‘em.” Shikamaru responded to your Daddy after hesitantly pulling away from your sloppy kisses. Your Daddy’s fingers still lazily stroked over your puffy lips and your Nii-chan’s hands still mindlessly worked against your breasts, but it wasn’t enough. You whined out at the lack of attention and earned twin chuckled from the Alphas hovering over you.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mega. We’re gonna take good care of you,” Your father spoke and placed a wet kiss right against your clitty, sucking on it teasingly. You moaned loudly and your new little Omega claws dug into your Shika-nii’s arms. “Fuck, taste so good, baby. Wish I could spend the rest of the day here…” Your father muttered against your cunny before he pulled himself away, licking up the slick around his mouth. “But I’m sure you feel just as amazing.” The big Alpha stood and made quick work of his pants, only opting to let his vest hang loosely open around his chest. You looked at him and caught him nodding to your Nii-chan before you felt his hands leave you. Before you could whine at the loss of contact, your Daddy moved forward and lifted your legs off the altar.

“Daddy… Hurts…” You managed to get out, shifting your hips in discomfort at the ache in your core and the burning fire in your lower belly, making you hot all over. He cooed at you and climbed onto the altar, hooking your legs around his hips. You felt his cock bob against your slicked-up cunt and let out a long needy whine. Your father grunted with his lip between his teeth and looked hurriedly at his son, your Nii-chan, and let out a growl of satisfaction. You tipped your head back to look at him and saw him just as naked as you, his Alpha cock standing tall. Your mouth watered at the sight and it must have reflected on your expression with the satisfied smirks on both your the Alphas’ faces.

“Ready, Omega? Daddy and Onii-chan are gonna make you feel real good, okay?” Your Daddy asked, making you look at him. You couldn’t fully understand what exactly he was saying but you just knew that the two Alphas were going to make the ache and the heat go away.

“Please.. Alphas… Please..” You nodded hurriedly and barely noted the shiver that went down their spines from your words. Your Daddy leaned down and kissed you quickly as he slid his tip inside your little pussy. The feeling was both the beginning of bliss and like agonizing teasing, you needed more. You moaned loudly into the kiss and wiggled your hips for more. He opened his eyes and looked at something above you before he separated and brought his hand up. You opened your eyes to beg for him when you saw your big brother’s cock inches from your face. Your Daddy had his hand on it, guiding your brother forward. As you still wiggled your hips for more of your Daddy’s cock, you opened your mouth eagerly for your brother’s. With a deep chuckle, your father guided his son’s Alpha cock into his little Omega daughter’s mouth.

Once he sat heavily in your mouth, your Alpha Daddy leaned back and gripped your hips solidly before he nodded to your brother. Together, they thrust into you at the same time. Your Daddy’s cock bottomed out in your cunny the same moment your brother’s met the back of your throat. The position made it easier to take your big brother’s cock into your throat, but you still gagged at the first contact. Quickly, he pulled back but you started sucking around his shaft before he could fully exit. He groaned and had to stabilize himself with his hand planted firmly on the altar. You moaned around him with your Daddy’s cock fully seated inside your greedy pussy.

“Fuck, baby. Omega. You do feel so good around me.” Your Daddy grunted before he felt your hips twitch with movement. He smirked before steeling his grip again and pulling back to thrust back in. You let out a whorish moan around your Shika-nii and he could resist moving his hips against your face. They found a pace, guided by your wanton keens and moans, and both fucked into you.

Your Daddy kept your body as still as he could while he jackhammered his cock into your little hole. Skin slapping and slick squishing and muffled moans and slight gags and lustful growls and groans filled the air from the three of you. The clan around you tried to stay mostly silent as they watched the ceremony. You didn’t give them a moment’s thought as all you could focus on was your Daddy and your brother’s cocks filling you over and over again.

Your father’s cock filled you entirely to the brim, even without his knot, and crashed against your cervix with every thrust. Your Nii-chan’s cock filled your mouth perfectly and his taste and musk were filling your senses, making you go half crazy. You couldn’t tell whose hands were on you with your mind only focussed on cock, but you felt a pair of hands on your tits again and they were tougher than before. Harsh squeezes and rough pinches and pulls to your nipples had you moaning even more and feeling even more.

“Fuck, ‘Mega.. You feel so fucking good around me… So fucking tight… Gonna knot you. Gonna knot you full. Breed you full. Breed your tight little Omega cunny.” Your Daddy’s voice growled out. The idea of being bred full by your big Alpha Daddy brought you that much closer to cumming again. Your legs tightened around him and your ankles locked behind his back as he continued to jackhammer into you and rearrange your insides.

“Yea? You want that? You want Daddy to breed your tight little hole? How ‘bout me, baby? You want me to fill your throat with cum? Want big brother’s cum down your throat?” Your Nii-chan asked teasingly as a hand moved to loosely wrap around your throat to feel the bulge he made each time he thrusted in. You whined and moaned wantonly around him and they both chuckled at you.

“What a good girl, being so good for her Daddy and Nii-chan, for her Alphas. I think we should give her what she wants, eh, Shikamaru?” Daddy teased and leaned forward when he spoke to your Nii-chan.

“I think she’s earned it.” Your brother leaned forward as well as he responded. Your Daddy raised a hand from his iron grip on your hips to grip the back of your brother’s neck to pull him into a kiss. It was quick and hot and the sound had you clenching around the cock in your pussy and moaning around the dick in your mouth. You heard them both groan in pleasure and the knots that had been quickly growing were now much too obvious to not pay mind to.

Your Daddy’s knot caught on your hole again and again until it was pushing at your entrance with each thrust. Your Nii-chan’s knot had been just barely scraping against your teeth before it only stayed brushing against your lips. Shikaku couldn’t resist any longer and thrust, hard, against you a couple more times before he buried himself and his knot fully inside of you, his tip bullying at your cervix before it pushed fully against it, almost pushing through.

Everything happened nearly all at the same moment. Your brother pushed as far in as he dared without knotting your mouth. He tensed up and gripped your tits tight with your nipples in his grip, tugging perfectly. Your Daddy’s claws dug into your thighs where he gripped to fold you in half the moment he knotted you. And you were filled with hot cum from both ends as your Daddy and your Nii-chan came inside you while you came harder than you ever would have imagined possible.

White hot spurts of cum gushed down your throat that you drank as quickly as you could, though the huge load still spilled out from your lips some. A huge load of baby batter flooded your womb and filled you with a heat that stifled the painful heat that had taken over your body and soothed the ache in your core. Your vision whited out as slick gushed around your Daddy’s knot and filled you with euphoria. Your consciousness returned to your body when you felt your Nii-chan’s slip out of your mouth.

“..by? Y/n? Omega?” Your big brother’s voice called out to you as your eyes flustered. You almost felt disoriented with the sounds of murmuring around you from the people watching the Clan Head breed his newly presented Omega Daughter. They sounded like they were celebrating something but you couldn’t tell with the haze clouding your senses.

“Nii.. chan..?” You breathed, voice hoarse from his cock and your moans.

“Right here, ‘Mega.” He smiled softly and stroked your hair to help you steadily return from your high. “You did so good, baby. Took your Alphas so well.” He cooed gently as you purred at the comfort. He gently wiped away his cum that had dribbled past your lips before he pressed sweet kisses there. “Taking Daddy so good.” He praised and it brought your attention to the bulge in your belly. Both from your Daddy’s cock and from the cum that flooded your womb.

Your Daddy sat between your legs, soothing any soreness in your thighs and hips, his knot still buried in your cunt. Your knees were still hooked over his elbows and he pressed soft kisses to your knees and calves.

“Feel so good, baby. Good little Omega.” He smiled proudly at you and pressed another soothing kiss to the bite mark you hadn’t realized he gave you on your calf.

“Daddy… Shika-nii… Alphas…” You breathed, a lazy, dopey grin on your face as you purred at them both, chirping in happiness and satisfaction at their care and being so stuffed full. Both men shivered and let out pleased growls at their title. The Clan quietly cheered and you could slightly make out something about ‘accepting them as her Alphas’ which confused you. Why wouldn’t you accept your Daddy and your Nii-chan? They were always your Alphas, right?

“Whaddya say, ‘Mega? How about next time, I breed your pretty pussy?“ Your Nii-chan smirked and kissed you full on the mouth again with a silent promise that almost had you already whining for more.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

Crossed out if I can’t tag you for some reason!

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[shikatemarchives]

Murals by johnnymommy19 - E, romance, 42418 words, multi chapter, complete

Temari is a guerrilla artist in her city, with her mark on every building to fight against the burgeoning tech scene that paints the city in a dull gray nothingness. Shikamaru is a traditional artist with many exhibits curated to display his print making genius. With one look at a subject, he can memorize it in minutes and recall the reference behind his eyes with his photographic memory. Shikamaru being the traditionalist he is, thought he had everything in order until a wild new-age artist Temari enters his life and threatens to take his place in the upcoming art scene.

Or

Big city boy meets country girl.

ShikaTemarchival note: this is the first time I’ve ever completed a multi-chapter fic!! Yippee!!

[ravewoodx]

[chaosnojutsu]

active project masterlist (living document)

*rating tba, most of what i write is for mature or explicit audiences, using AO3 scale for reference

*used to indicate future edits (past August 18, 2023)

**some of these have been in the drafts for literal years so if anything piques your interest please say something & help me prioritize <3

Nejiten

- reliance (temporary hiatus) [M]

- *bridgerton au (nejiten month) [M] [POSTED]

- aphrodisiac [E]

- *borutoverse au (slow burn, but not as slow as reliance lol) (probably mini-installments) [T or M]

- dirty talk (concept may be combined into another fic) [E]

- nejiten host a christmas party [E]

- wedding night [E]

- college/frat AU [E]

- tenten onlyfans, neji.exe stops working (and might start working with her) [E]

- *red (tenten’s version) [T or M]

Shikatema

- first kiss [T] (possibly first time, [E])

- teasing at work [M, possibly E]

- onsen [E]

- *hypnosis [M or E]

- *mastermind (shikamaru’s version) [T or M]

Misc.

- naruto sd universe mini-series, multiple installments over a period of time [G]

- *Konoha ~12 summer camp counselors AU [truly tba]

- *single mom tenten (angst) [T or M]

- *naruto actor AU [G or T]

- shikaku x yoshino meeting (and probably falling in love) [M]

- the misadventures of uncle neji and boruto [G]

- nejiten/shikatema swingers [E]

[servenna]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nara Shikaku/Nara Yoshino Characters: Nara Shikaku, Nara Yoshino Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jutsu (Naruto), Ass Play, Oral Sex, Inappropriate Use of Jutsu (Naruto), Domestic Fluff, Doggy Style, Cowgirl Position, DILF Shikaku, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Restraints, Porn with Feelings Summary:

In his younger years, the burden of being a decision-maker lies heavy on Shikaku's shoulders. When the world seems cruel and gray, one has to find its way back to the light. Be it a place or a person.

[uchiha-slut-fiction]

I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth for the last 7 months but I’m back bitches! Y’all ready for some Shikaku headcanons? I never see enough love for that absolute dilf. Enjoy!

🍃Sfw🍃

Favorite movie is “O brother, where art thou?”. He’s the type.

Is definitely a morning cuddler. He wouldn’t be hard to convince to stay in bed for a few more minutes just to be close to his s/o.

Wants to learn all your hobbies and interests.

Prefers to eat out as he isn’t the best cook.

Is chivalrous but not because he thinks they can’t do it themselves or that they’re weak. He just respects the hell out of his s/o.

Would love nights reading and drinking together alone.

Would set aside specific days of the week to do things with his s/o. I mean, he would be planning whole dates and events to go to.

While he loves to go out and have a good time he stays at home a lot of the time. It’s quiet, peaceful, and you can’t possibly get caught up in things.

Has a huge record collection. I believe he would listen to an assortment of artists. His main artists would probably be something like: The Doors, Pink Floyd, The Civil Wars, Gorillaz, Rammstein, etc.

Smells like teakwood and spearmint. Fresh and woodsy.

Follows a pretty basic skincare routine. Facewash, moisturizer, spf. The basics. It’s basically all you need anyway.

Prefers beer to liquor. He would probably drink a stout.

A great hunter obviously. Only hunts for eating purposes and they use all parts of the animal.

Secretly reads poetry. He loves it. Makes him feel something.

Protective as hell but nobody would ever know it. He would be subtly watching over his s/o. He doesn’t want to get in the way or seem overbearing. He just worries.

Open to having more children if that’s what his s/o wants. He secretly wants a girl. He’s had his boy and it was fun. However, would be soooo excited to be a girl dad.

✨Nsfw✨

Daddy Daddy Daddy

He’s so soft for his s/o. He essentially worships the ground they walk on so whatever they ask, he’s gonna fulfill that.

Dominate but in the sweetest way. He will most definitely choke and spank you but he’s gonna give the sweetest praises while doing so.

He’s a man who eats pussy for himself. He loves the way his s/o sounds. The way they move and react. It’s addictive.

Eats ass. Enough said.

He doesn’t give a fuck, he loves outdoor sex. Just being out in the open. So much room. So much potential for getting caught. It’s perfect.

He loves to let his s/o put makeup on him. He thinks eyeliner looks sexy on him. And it does. He knows he’s hot. He’s gonna make sure to smear his lipstick between their thighs too.

Loves facefucking. Obviously he doesn’t want to make them throw up or hurt them, but the gagging and struggle he can’t help but find sexy.

Loves buying and picking out lingerie for his s/o. He doesn’t care about the looks he gets at the sex shops.

Definitely doesn’t mind being called daddy. It would only take the once and he’d probably lose his shit. (In the best way possible)

He doesn’t moan or whimper in bed but he is vocal. He talks a lot. When he thinks back on the filthy things that come from his mouth during sex it makes even him blush.

Loves hidden hickeys. He likes to mark his territory without broadcasting it everywhere. He still respects them after all.

Would love to get his s/o off while they read to him. He’d make a game out of it.

Would smoke weed with his s/o during sex. (It would so be legal in konoha dont @ me )

Thank you guys! Hope you enjoyed. As always, feel free to request and I’ll try to get to it.

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

Send me your requests (heart breaker edition!💔)

Meaning you send me angst Reader x character requests and I'll do it

Rules:

You send me the character I list.

No more then one character.

It HAS TO BE angst.

NO HAPPY ENDINGS! (no because this isn't no fairy tail like 😒)

Characters:

Shikamaru Nara

Sasuke

Shikaku

Madara

I look forward to breaking your heart 💞

[spellcasterlight]

Hi there, Quick-witted Quokka Anon! 😊

I was actually rewatching Naruto Shippudden recently, and the scenes Shikaku and Mabui were in it together gave me a few ideas for this! So glad I rewatched it! 😂 Happy birthday Mabui! 🥳

Hope you like it! ✨

After The Sunset - [Shikaku x Mabui]

@kunoichi-central - Mabui’s Birthday Event

Spell’sAUBingo - Tile 18: Western AU

Warnings: Cowboy Western Style Alternative Universe. Alcohol. Sexual Scene.

Story Link: [Ao3🔗]

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐌. 𝐂𝐇 𝟏 ( 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀 )

💉 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw // drug use, alcohol, nsfw, smoking, age gap ( both are adults ! )

TW // MENTIONS OF TRANSPHOBIA, ADDICTION, PAST TRUAMA, SELF HARM.

💉 this series may not be for the faint of heart nor for the easily offended. please read with caution. this is your final warning.

please read my author’s note at the end!

just keep drinking.

you constantly tell yourself that as the cold glass bottle made your fingers numb, the burning taste of his vodka kissed your lips making them itch a bit. The cooler air bit your skin. despite it being a june evening with the usually humid and blistering days of summer.

but no matter how many bottles you drink, or how much sex you have with random older men or woman, nothing could satisfy your need to feel. numbness has taken over your days, to the point of desperation to feel something even if it stung a little. from smoking a bit of weed or downing bottle after bottles of vodka and liquor, to ending up in the back of allies nearly passing out, you never found a limit in the things you do. it was too addicting and exciting for you to quit, even if you knew it was killing you slowly. you find yourself paralyzed from panic attacks and manic episodes, stuck to the floor like you were a part of it. you’d wait and wait with silent but stupid hope of someone finding you, maybe physically, but never finding you.

standing up, the oversized shirt you had on moved a bit, revealing your boy shorts that could already be undergarments due to how much it revealed. you walk back through the sliding door that leads into shikaku’s room, where you find him sitting up and smoking a cigarette. his back was turned, showing off his large tattoos marked all over him, it’s no wonder why you fell so hard for the old man.

“am i interrupting something?” you asked quite loudly, making him jump a bit.

“jesus, you scared me…” he chuckled a bit when he realized it was just his lover.

you quickly crawled into bed, ultimately landing onto his lap. Immediately, you felt his hands roam your body, not surprising considering how handsy he is. he leans closer to you, where you’d snatch his cigarette out of his mouth and take a long drag on it, blowing smoke into his face. he then fell back onto the pillows, taking you down with him, crashing into the white sheets. due to your rowdy nature with him, you didn’t realize your shirt was riding up your body until it was up to your chest, revealing your scars. shikaku stopped for a while, and his hands began to explore your upper body, his fingers landing on your scars from your transition at sixteen. while others may find them fascinating, they hold memories that burn into your brain. nights of endless fights with your parents who did everything in their power to keep you from transitioning, to the deadnaming of the name that’s long forgotten in your head, eventually ending in you being disowned and kicked to the curb. well, that wasn’t really the reason, it would have been the least severe at least.

you were lost in your thoughts, until you felt something heavy on top of you. you looked up to see him crawling onto you, one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your waist as he pulled you onto your side. The blanket covering your body slipped downwards, revealing your curves and scars from childhood. now nearly every inch of your body is exposed. you watched as shikaku drags the tip of his fingers, tracing your figure gently. chills running up and down your body, leaving you flushed in the face and goosebumps raising in your skin. it left you confused if you were aroused or the effects of the vodka were kicking in.

“C’mere love..”

Like an obedient dog, you immediately shuffled into his arms, while he lifted you onto his lap until you straddled him. His hands landed on your bare waist as he stripped you of your clothing completely, the animalistic nature nearly made them tear. The grip he had on your hips made you sore and the skin bruised, but none of that mattered as you kept grinding against shikaku, desperate for any spark of friction. Your lips crashed against his, teeth and tongue grinding against one another. Felt like everytime, he got rougher and rougher in the sheets, his hunger for pleasure never died down. The taste of cigarettes and whisky filled your mouth, how disgustingly addicting it was. Didn’t matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get enough from him. you don’t know how, but intimacy with him blossomed a need for more from him inside you, stronger than any drug or alcohol you ingested.

he was a drug. one you can never get enough of, leaving you hooked.

The sheets felt hot against your skin, combating the chilly air of his room. Shikaku’s harsh bites against your neck made your body shake in pleasure, but a stinging pain struck your core. Your mind couldn’t help but feel shame for your antics with a man ten years older than you. the taboo nature of it all made your skin crawl with excitement and fear, the potential humiliation would strangle you like a noose. Though, that humiliation was nothing new. The heat in your body made your mind hazy as your older lover pushed you into the sheets, his mouth still latched onto your neck. you could feel his painful bulge through the thin, soft material of his boxers. as the vodka ran through your veins and into your head, your grip on his hair tightened. tugging hard from the excitement. The alcohol fueled haze only got heavier with the suffocating heat and your mind went dark.

Lost in shameful and disgusting lust, only for the aftermath to linger when dawn broke.

“Fuck, not again..”

You could only mutter to yourself, the smoke spilled from your lips as each word punched out another puff. The sunrise was barely visible through your heavy lids and wild bangs in your face, your hair wild from last night's session. Small mats tangled together to make bothersome hairballs, all from days of neglect. Really, it wasn’t anything new, you're quite used to the neglect on your body. Unknown bruises spotted your skin, bloody bandaids littered your arms and thighs, one even on your jawline. The eyebags and dark circles deepened your eyes, leaving them sore and making it hard to keep them open. Little things weighing you down.

The few medicine besides a couple bandaids and stinging rubbing alcohol, the sex and drugs that kept you alive in the head only fueled your frenzy for more. Vodka and weed became melatonin for you, cigarettes stained your tongue and pills a nameless doctor prescribed you became a grip on reality. Your mind replayed these thoughts over and over like a messed up snuff film. You took a long and quite hard drag on the cigarette you took from Shikaku’s pack, almost choking on the thick smog. Your head turned to him, sleeping soundly, clearly last night did quite a number on him.

“Hm, too rough on you?”

You asked, not loud enough for him to hear you. Your eyes remained on the sleeping beast besides you, his hair long and scattered all over his face and shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and vodka buried in his skin, filling your nose until its taste stung your tongue. The man reeks of his venom. Shikaku’s groans filled the room, as he finally woke up from his sleep, eyes immediately landing on you.

“morning sweets..” he chuckles out, the sight of you already making him smiley, or that could be the afterglow of the alcohol.

his hand reached out until it landed on your thigh, gently squeezing it as he slowly got up, shifting closer to you. his arm snaked around your waist, slightly pulling you until you fell onto his shoulder. smoke swirls around your hand from the burning cigarette. despite the clear words for no romantic ties with the old man, you couldn’t help but feel warmth in his arms, the only warmth you could have felt in years. not from your parents, your exes or your hookups, but a rando. it was embarrassingly tragic, but what else could you do?

you had no home, no relatives to go to, very few friends, and a reputation that forever drags you in the dirt.

the comfort and touch shikaku gives you was something you yearned desperately, even if it meant crawling in bed with him. not caring about the large age gap or his sleeping son downstairs, the harmless drinking turns into rough sex that would leave it’s burns onto your tender skin. sin strung you like a noose, it’s grip growing tighter and tighter till the string snaps. a cycle that traps both of you, it’s torturous afterglow binds the two of you. he was everything you wanted, but everything you hated.

“something the matter?” shikaku snaps you out of your trance, but your eyes remain away from his.

“i’ll be leaving tonight..” you immediately spat out. leaving, as in crash in another shitty motel for a week or two, before coming crawling back to him. you hate to burden your lover with so much, no matter how much he says otherwise. the mind batters you with cruel remarks and faults crashing onto you, combined with the blurry memories of your days in your parent’s home. the days where you counted and urged your eighteenth birthday, days where kindness and tenderness were forgin to you, days where your room was a tomb where you rested and blocked out the outside. how your heart hurt every time you even hear their footsteps.

“i don’t know where i’ll be tonight, hopefully somewhere close..” you continued. “just in case you know…”

shikaku’s face shifted, his hardened expressions softened. he couldn’t really respond, knowing full well he knew it was for the better. all he could do was plant a kiss on your temple, a silent gesture. while your sympathy drowned out, you always had a soft spot for the old man. his stupid smile and those scares that marked his face and body made your stomuch flutter a bit. even on your worst nights, where your mind falls into a drunken haze and a drug fuled frenzy, he never once abandoned you. never left you to die.

but he was only a meer hookup, someone who took pity and let you stay. temporary, you’d say. a necessary vessel for a better life. that’s how you see everyone who even benefits you in the smallest ways. even if you don’t make it to twenty one.

so why stay?

a/n: i hope yall liked this so far, it’s my first actual series on this account. please understand however, this fic ( again ) will become harder to read as chapter come out. the subject matter in requim isnt for a lighthearted or those who may be easily disturbed. more tw’s will be placed as the fic goes on. please continue with caution and click off or drop the series as a whole if you genuinely cannot handle it. this is my only warning ( this will be placed in the masterlist as well. )

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Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 1ndi g0]

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Chief, Toy, Sweetheart, Commander, Good Girl, Leftovers

Like a 20 year age-gap (also, duh and for both parties)

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

Cum eating (but not really I guess??? Be warned or whatever lmao)

Daddy Issues (obviously, it's the underlining cause of wanting older men)

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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I'm hoisted up, settled on my knees on Shikaku's desk before he repositions me. I'm shifted around, legs dangling over the edge of the desk with my back facing the Commander. He hums softly in my ear, cooing at me as his hands grope at my breasts and his heartbeat thumps against my spine. "You're going to be great. You're perfect, Sweet Girl."

Inoichi looks like he's going to vibrate out of his skin as he walks back toward the desk, eyes locked on me and chest pumping like crazy. The closer he gets, the further down Shikaku's hands fall. By the time Inoichi is a step or two away from me, his friend is gripping my thighs, tugging them apart. "Hello," Inoichi says, cooing at me like I'm a rabbit that's going to dash at the sign of trouble.

     "Hello," I say back, tilting my head back so I can look up at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch Shikaku feel me up or are you going to touch me too, Chief?" My eyes flutter down for a second, taking a peak at his growing hard-on before resting on his face.

     The Chief's face flashes for a second before he moves forward, sliding between my parted legs. I close them around him, his hip bones digging into the flesh of my thighs as I keep him in place.

     What the hell am I doing? I'm about to have a threesome, that's what I'm doing. I'm going to get poked and prodded at by the Nara Chief, again, and the Yamanaka Chief. How'd I end up here?

     Shikaku's lips brush down my back, trialing soft kisses down my spine as his hands crawl up my sides. "You look so pretty," he whispers into my skin, using his thumbs to rub circles against my rib cage. "Don't you think she looks pretty, Ino?"

     "Uh... ya," Inoichi mumbles, his eyes trailing across the curves and dips of my body now. His sights land on my chest where small blotches of pink and purple are decorating my skin because of the events of the week. "You leave hickeys like an amateur," he mutters to his friend, hands slowly moving forward to cup my breasts.

     His eyes jump up, the analysis, well, analyzing how I react to his touches. Inoichi's hands start gentle, groping at my boobs, gently squeezing them as his fingers dip into my skin. Soon, his hands aren't so gentle anymore. "H... hey," I whine, tugging a soft smile on the Chief's face as pinches my nipples. I swear, what is with these men and pinching me?

     "You're so soft," Inoichi praises, his head dipping toward me. His lips brush against mine in a testing kiss before clashing against me. When he twists my nipples, I let out an audible whine, the sound getting trapped in his mouth. "And so responsive," he continues to coo, pulling away and twisting again.

     "Don't do that. You're going to hurt her," Shikaku grumbles, sliding his hands under his friend's, effectively shoving Inoichi's hold off of my chest. "I didn't invite you to join so you could break my toy," he adds, his hands softly massaging my aching nipples.

     Chief rolls his eyes at his friend before his focus settles on me again. "Since Shika wants to baby you, let's try something else, okay Sweetheart?"

     "I'm not babying her," the Commander grumbles again, his kisses slowly making their way across my shoulders, beelining for my neck.

     Inoichi ignores his lifelong friend, rolling his eyes at him as he undoes his pants. Once he's free from his pants, the Chief rests his dick against my thigh, heat rolling off of him and warming up the spot he's softly grinding against.

     One of his hands clumsy finds my hair, balling it up in his grasp before tugging my head backward. That gets him another lecture about being gentle that he once again ignores. "I want your eyes to stay on me alright? Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his fingertips ghosting over my core, making my pussy ache for attention.

     "Yes Chief," I answer, shifting my hips forward in hopes of getting some of the attention I'm craving. I get what I want, two fingers dipped into me. My mouth falls open a bit and my eyes widen from the touch, a silent moan testing my lungs.

"Dear Lord," he mutters, eyes fluttering around my face as he sets a slow pace.

"I told you she was pretty," Shikaku peeps up, his hand falling to my pussy too, fingertips rubbing against my clit. His free hand jumps up, clinging to my throat and giving it a soft squeeze before climbing up to my face and cupping my cheeks. "Wider, Sweet Girl. Show Inoichi that sweet face you make when you want to suck my dick."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slide out. Inoichi lets out a hissy breath, his fingers picking up their pace. His head dips down for a second, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "Your face would be even prettier covered in my cum, do you know that?"

"Yes, Chief Yamanaka," I murmur, my mind going numb from the two men helping my orgasm build.

My answer gets me an approving hum. "Let's test our Shikaku's toy," he mumbles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. Inoichi's fingers are shoved into my mouth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Be a 'sweet girl' and suck yourself off my fingers," he orders, mocking Shikaku's nickname for me. Again, I do as I'm told, sucking my juices of his fingers as my tongue rubs against them.

The Commander replaces his friend, three of his fingers thrusting into me as his thumb continues toying with my clit. I moan around Inoichi, my thighs pressed against him harder as my orgasm threatens to tip over. "No, you don't get to finish," he tells me, ripping his fingers out of my mouth before tugging Shikaku's touch from my pussy.

"Hey!" I pout, my hands shooting forward to grip his shirt. "That's not fair. You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just not spoiling you as Shikaku does. You'll survive," he tells me, the hand in my hair going gentle and massaging my scalp. The hand not in my hair grips his dick, lining it up to me. Inoichi tests the waters, poking his tip in and out of me two or three times. His hand tightens in my hair again as he pushes himself in me, slowly inching until the whole of him is stretching me out. "Be a good toy and watch," he orders, using his grip on my hair to move my sight down to our connection.

As Inoichi fucks me, Shikaku goes back to playing with my tits. He tugs on my nipples, making them ache before he lets go of them, so they bounce in the way he likes. He praises me too, like I've grown used to over the past couple of days. "You're doing so good, Sweet Girl. Look at you, taking Inoichi so well. I'm so proud of you! You're doing amazing. Do you hear me? Are you paying attention?"

"Yes... yes, Commander," I stumble out, my focus on his friend repeatedly disappearing into me.

The sight makes me clench, getting another hissed breath from Inoichi. "Damn it, if you keep doing that I'm... damn it, toy," he groans, snapping my head back up as his body weight leans against me, and in turn, I lean into Shikaku.

Inoichi's head hurries into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin into my throat. "That hurts," I whine, my hands climbing up his shirt to grab hold of his long blonde hair. I pull on the strands, trying to get him to detach as the pain of his bite blossoms faster. "Chief Yamanaka. Let go," I continue to whine, tugging on his ponytail again as tears prickle my eyes.

He huffs but does release my skin from between his teeth. "You've turned her into a crybaby," Inoichi grumbles, causing a smile to form in Shikaku's kisses.

"Well, ya. I like it when she cries."

"Pervert," the Chief mumbles, kisses coating the bite mark I'm sure is present on my neck. "Are you on birth control, toy?"

"Yes, Chief," I mumble, loosening my hold on his hair but not letting it go.

     "That's a good girl. Good girl," he coos, his thrusts getting sloppy, quickly followed by the warmth of his cum filling me. Despite Inoichi finishing, he keeps pumping into me, shoving his semen deeper into me for another couple of thrusts. "Good... good girl," he mumbles again, resting against me, his soaked cock pressed into my thigh again, coating my skin with our mixed mess.

      "Good job. You did such a good job. You're so sweet," Shikaku coos, not-so-secretly trying to shove his friend off of me. Someone is impatient for their turn. "Are you going to be sweet for me too? I bet you are, I know you are," he continues, getting an eye roll from Inoichi.

     Hands from both of the men wander over me, groping at my chest, my legs, my hair, and my neck, as they switch places. Inoichi settles in the desk chair, a hand massaging my waist as the other leans my head back. "Keep your eyes on me again, okay?"

     "Yes, Chief." I think Inoichi likes being the center of attention.

     Shikaku settles on his knees, arms tucked under my legs as he litters my legs in kisses. "You're going to make her rotten if you keep spoiling her," Inoichi tells him, tugging me backward a bit.

     "So? You think she's too young for me, so what do you care?" Shikaku bites back, pulling me forward before dipping his head, set on going down on me despite his friend's mess still very present on and in me.

"Well, I can't bitch at you about it anymore," Inoichi grumbles, sinking his teeth into me again. This time he focuses on littering my shoulders with bite marks instead of my shoulder.

Shikaku starts on my thigh, licking up the mess left behind by the Yamanaka Chief before he switches to my pussy. "You'd taste a lot better with my cum leaking out of you," he mumbles, sliding his tongue through my folds before dipping into my hole. He laps at me, cleaning me out and occasionally teasing my clit.

"Commander," I whine, sliding my hands through the neatly laid out roots of his hair before colliding with his ponytail.

He hums in acknowledgment, eyes glancing up as he laps at me again, a long slow line being pressed into my pussy. "Commander," I call again, my orgasm building up.

Shikaku chuckles, pulling away from me and letting my orgasm clash away, not in a good way for once. "You heard Inoichi. You don't get to finish," he chuckles, plopping a kiss on my clit before softly sucking on it. "If you want to finish you have to wait for him to tell you so."

I pout as Shikaku climbs to his feet, the two older men chuckling as I squirm around. "I got to get going, I told Ino I'd met her for dinner," Inoichi murmurs, gripping my chest roughly as his fingers dig into my skin, threatening to decorate them with more bruises. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

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     I almost skip down the street in excitement, Shikaku and Inoichi in tow behind me. If I've learned one thing through messing with an older man, more so a chief, it's that he has deep pockets and an inability to tell me no. Hence, the sulky man and his retriever friend following me down the road to the bar.

     They insisted on inviting Choza. Probably not the best idea to invite my chief but he is their friend, so it is what it is. Plus, it means I had the opening to invite Shino to come drink too. Aside from Naruto, Shino is one of my closest friends, and unlike Naruto, he can handle his alcohol relatively well.

     My closeness to the polar opposites is also why they were brought up in my fight with Shikamaru. He always insisted that something must be going on between one of them and me. Talk about a guilty conscience, huh?

     "Shino!" I cheer when the moody shinobi falls into view. "Shino! Shino! Shino!" I continue, slamming him into a hug, a hmph coming from the man when his back collided with the wall.

     "Hello," he murmurs, hands tight around my forearms and pushing me backward. "You are rather cheery. If I had to guess, the reason being your habit of 'pre-gaming', yes?"

     "How'd you guess?" I ask, eyes flickering back to check Shikaku's and Inoichi's placement. I'm pleasantly surprised when they're right behind me.

     "Like I said, you're cheery. Plus you're wearing a skirt. You tend to need a little 'liquid courage' to feel confident enough to go out in one," Shino mumbles, one of his hands jumping up to shove his fingertips into the bite mark left behind by Inoichi yesterday. "I do not care about your... relations," he says, stressing the last word as his eyes flicker towards Shikaku. "But please respect yourself enough not to leave remedies of them behind. Just because your father was not appealing does not mean you're not appealing."

     "That was a very long way to say I have daddy issues," I tease, tugging away from Shino's touch in search of Shikaku's instead. I get what I want, an aware Commander sliding a hand around my hips and tugging me against him. "Shots, shots, sh-sh-sh-shots," I mutter to myself, letting Shikaku lead the small group of us four inside.

     The bar is buzzing with the usual Saturday night drinking feast. People dancing around, the overwhelming smell of liquor, and the even more overwhelming sound of loud music. Not really the drinking experience Shino and I go for most of the time. Oh well, it'll be a nice change of pace.

     The mane of red hair my chief has stands out in the crowd, making it easy to find him. Shikaku leads us that way, the two older men chatting with each other as Shino's head is spinning on over time. "I won't be staying long," he mutters, hand shooting forward to grip the collar of my shirt. Shikaku's eyes flicker to the side before he turns back to his conversation, fingertips dipping under my shirt to massage my hip bones.

     "You don't have to stay at all if you don't want to," I tell Shino, flipping my head backward to smile at him.

"Of course he does! What kind of party would it be without Shino?" Choji's voice rings out, his head out from around his father.

Chief Akimichi turns around, greeting his friends, and giving a view to the rest of the people present at the table. Sat at the table is his son, Choji. Along with Shikamaru and the blonde girl he's been seeing. Thank you, Lord, that Ino isn't here but screw you for making Shikamaru be here.

"Come sit down!" Choji calls, ushering Shino and me forward. Well, tonight is going to suck ass. Shikaku squeezes me a few times before letting me go. Reluctantly I move forward, Shino trailing behind me as I slide into a chair. "So..." Cho says, dragging out the word as he stirs whatever is in his cup. "You're fucking Shika's dad and he's fucking Temari. Are you going after all our dads? Are you going to fuck Inoichi next?"

Shino pushes an amused breath out of his nose as Choji chuckles at his joke. "I'm just kidding," He adds, courtesy of Shikamaru's glaring at him. "That would be crazy."

"Ya, so crazy," I mutter, a nervous laugh spilling out from me. Shikamaru shoots another glare, this time aimed at me followed by Shino glaring at the shadow boy.

My eyes jump around the group of people. A pissed-off Shikamaru, an overly amused with-the-situation Choji, an uncomfortable Temari, and an unamused Shino shooting me a look from across the table, great. Tonight is going to be amazing.

When my eyes settle on the group of older men, I calm down a bit. Inoichi is laughing his ass off as the chief is telling him something. Shikaku is nodding along to the conversation but his eyes are stuck on me. When our sights cross, he gives me a soft smile. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Once chief Akimichi finishes talking, the small group joins us at the table. The chief settles in the chair next to his son, the other two men sliding into place on either side of me, making my face heat up and my hormones churn as memories of yesterday filter in and out of my mind.

Inoichi's hand gripping my knee before crawling up my leg doesn't help any, nor does Shikaku's hand sliding under my shirt, trialing up and down my lower spine.

"Anyway kiddo," chief Akimichi starts, his focus on me. "Despite the... mess, I'm happy Shikamaru and you could both move on," he tells me, his usual big cheesy smile on his face.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes, dropping an arm around his girl and pulling her closer before whispering in her ear. Shino catches on right away, another pointed look shot at my ex before he turns towards me. "You want to do shots right?" He asks, a rare smile on his face as he looks at me.

"You know it! Why? Are you going to do one with me?"

"I'm going to get a plater for the table so I guess so."

I jump around in my chair, clapping my hands in excitement. "Yay! Shino is going to get lit with me!"

"No, I'm not, but I'll stay for a little longer than I planned to." I let out another round of excitement, getting a kiss pressed behind my ear by Shikaku, another rare smile from Shino, and a squeeze to my thigh by Inoichi.

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Shino waves once more from the door of the bar, I wave in return before he slips out of it, officially leaving me with the three chiefs. After a couple of drinks, Temari and Shikamaru left, not before he made it obvious what their home plans were; another flat attempt to piss me off. Choji left a little while after so he 'could be as fresh as a daisy for his date with Karui'.

     "Just another drink or two and then we can go home too, Sweet Girl," Shikaku tells me, his fingertips dipping down my back, sliding under the waistband of my skirt to play with the band of my panties. He toys with it for a while before tugging on it, inching it up to tighten it against my body.

     I space out, enjoying the feeling of Shikaku messing with me and the soft circles Inoichi rubs into my inner thigh, the conversation between the three chiefs going in one ear and out the other. When Shikaku is done messing with me, his hand falls to my thigh, moving it to spread my legs apart further.

     My eyes flicker up, settling in his face as I try to figure out what he's doing. His eyes shift down, looking back at me as he taps his fingers against my skin. Soon, Shikaku's head dips down too, being pressed to my ear. "One, make a single sound and I'll make you scream all night. Two, if you want to cum you still need to ask Inoichi for permission."

     "Commander," I whine softly, gripping his wrist as his hand slides off my leg, softly running across my panties, and quickly stirring up arousal. "Commander," I call a little louder, trying to shake his hand to get his attention. He ignores me, adding a bit of pressure to the circles he's drawing on my panties.

     I try closing my legs, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Shikaku's head snaps towards me, a warning look shoot my way. "Knock your shit off," he grumbles dipping his head down again, brushing a kiss to my lips before his focus shifts to my ear again. "I'm being nice by being discreet. I could not be discreet. I could walk us through the bar and drag you into the bathroom so everyone knows what's going on. I could fuck you in the alleyway like the leftovers my son seems to think you are. Or, you could be a Sweet Girl and leave your legs open."

     Slowly I let my legs fall open and Shikaku jumps right back in. His finger pokes at my whole, pushing my panties in a bit before he rubs at my clit again. "Shikaku," I hiss, biting back a moan.

     "Do you want me to let you guys go? It seems that my little clan mate is tired," chief Akimichi teases, chuckling at his joke.

     "No, she’s just being a drag right now," Shikaku grumbles, fingertips sliding over my panties, toying with me even more before two of his fingers dip into me. "She'll stop complaining in a couple of minutes. Just ignore her." Inoichi glances at him, Shikaku's eyes dropping down, followed by his friend's.

     A smug smile appears on Inoichi's face as he turns back towards the conversation. His fingers slide towards my cunt too, wasting no time sliding under my panties. It takes a moment but the men find their pace. Shikaku's fingers dip in, then pull out, my emptiness lasting less than a second before Inoichi's dip into me, then thrust out to repeat the cycle.

     My legs jerk around as my orgasm builds, my needs building even more as Shikaku starts rubbing my clit again. "Chief Yamanaka," I whine, my hands clinging to his arm, tugging him down so I can whisper in his ear. "Please? I want to cum."

     "No," he mutters, sitting up straight again.

     My nails dig into his arm, trying to tug him down again but this time I don't get what I want. "Inoichi," I hiss, my orgasm building up weaker than I can stop it. "Come on."

     They both ignore me, their focus fully on continuing their dumb conversation with chief Akimichi about the crop intake this year. I keep tugging in his arm, squirming and whiney between muffled moans and tongue bites to try and get his attention again. "Stop ignoring me!" I whisper angrily, hands jumping up to tug on his hair.

     Shikaku's free hand shoots forward, taking hold of my wrists and pressing them against my stomach. "Sweet Girl," he coos, back to whispering in my ear. "Try that shit again and I'll bend your ass over the table and beat it until it hurts to sit." The threat does it for me, my pussy clenching around the fingers he thrusted into on his turn. "What a drag," he mutters, tearing his fingers out of me.

     Inoichi looks a bit confused before he thrusts his fingers into me again. My disobedience is rewarded with a soft glare before he rubs his fingers through my folds, scooping up my mess. His fingers slide under my shirt, rubbing my mess into my stomach. When Shikaku catches on he does the same thing.

     Once my mess is finished being rubbed into my stomach, Inoichi stands up from his chair, followed by Shikaku standing and tugging me up with him. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Inoichi says, goodbyes traded between all of us.

     Shikaku's hand falls to the waistband of my skirt again, toying with it as he leads me out of the bar. "Hey, toy," Inoichi mumbles, his hands grabbing my arms as we make our way through the crowded bar. "When we get back to the house, I'm going to punish you until you're crying for forgiveness," he whispers in my ear before letting me go. The thought makes me tingle, and the thought of me crying makes Shikaku's grip tighter. I’m sure his pants are just as tight thinning about my tearful babbling cries.

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[gingerkunoichii]

this is part 1. i cant post the FULL one on here for some reason but here is the link to the full writing on AO3 ! pairing: dark!shikamaru x female reader

oneshot au set around two years after the fourth shinobi war where Shikaku DIDNT die because he doesn't deserve that

words: 12467 (had to seperate into two parts because it's so long, OOPS.)

warnings: extremely toxic relationship, NSFW smut, swearing, cheating on partners, general scumbag behaviour from both parties, dependancy

summary: you and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.

You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow as your eyes flickered to Shikamaru’s with a glint of mischief - you were here to cause mayhem, to press and push him, to break through that lazy facade he held as always that infuriated and drew you in, you had been obsessed with cracking that shell for a while now. Sometimes it worked, with him fucking you wildly whenever you succeeded and sometimes it failed with you returning to the night. No matter the situation you were in or the man you found yourself with - you found yourself always going back for that sweet release with him specifically, like a drug. You hadn’t spoken to him in months after he did a.. certain thing.. and you reacted in what you thought was a completely reasonable response - he disagreed as he always did, but yet here you were, like a street cat you came and went when you wanted to. You studied him, the dark hair he always wore pulled back into a ponytail, loose and trailing around his neck and shoulders as he blinked steadily waking himself up, and his intense eyes that reminded you of the very deer that the Nara clan tended to, the way he leaned back on his hands with a carefully neutral expression, his dark eyes betraying just a flicker of curiosity. Your lips curved into a faint smirk, one that promised trouble.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, your tone light and teasing. “I expected a bit more of that dry wit you’re so fond of..” You drew on your words. You had, as usual when you got bored late at night, invited yourself into the Nara clan compound, and fortunately for you his dad Shikaku had let you in - saying it’s a good thing he has someone like you to ‘keep him on his toes.’ You had invited yourself to his bed like it was your own with your weight upon it waking him up as you threw yourself down - he was not impressed and had sat there in silence, annoyed as he woke himself up, knowing that you being here late at night only meant one thing, trouble.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn’t rise to the bait immediately. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, as if your words were already weighing on him, making him tense. “Maybe I’m just conserving energy y’know, since you decided to come here when I was sleeping..” he said lazily with a yawn - looking over you as you laid at the end of his bed, though his eyes flicked to yours, searching for the game you were obviously trying to play now. She’s always up to something, especially since it’s been months now.

You let your smirk widen as you leaned back fully again against his covers, your hair pooling around you like liquid. He opened one eye to look at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. “I’m not going to give you the reaction you’re fishing for, you may as well just leave now and let me sleep.” he said flatly.

“Oh, I’m not fishing,” you replied, your tone low and teasing as you leaned slightly closer, touching the covers. “I already know how to get a reaction out of you, Shikamaru. I’m just deciding whether it’s worth the effort tonight.” You had come here with a plan, as you always did. You found it most enjoyable to get a reaction out of the other-wise level-headed Shikamaru - he had already cracked under you multiple times, countless in fact.

His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks despite himself. Troublesome as ever. He shifted slightly, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, the covers rustling as he moved. “You’re like a hornet.” he said with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Do you just go around poking at everyone to see what sticks?”

“Only the ones who make it interesting, duh.” You replied smoothly, he had your interest - despite everything that happened, despite your incessant need to toy with him and his need to hurt you too - to try and play with him, to try and outsmart him constantly. “You should take it as a compliment.”

Shikamaru shook his head, though he couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that escaped him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘compliment’ to the list of things you’re terrible at giving.” His words were dry, hinting at your previous times with him as you scoffed, not even bothering to satisfy him in responding to it.

You let the moment stretch, enjoying the way his dark eyes remained steady on yours, the way you captivated his attention even if it was late at night and the last time he had actually spoken to you being months ago - even if he was lazy, even as you knew you were testing the limits of his patience. That, after all, was part of the fun. You were here however for anything but to make him comfortable, in fact you relished in making him uncomfortable - in pushing him, which was exactly what you were gonna do. To see if he’d do something, a perpetual game of cat and mouse, though if the cat was much more lazy and had sharper claws than most.

You let out a long, deliberate sigh as you eased back fully onto the bed, your arms stretching upward. Your fingers splayed slightly as if measuring the ceiling, your gaze absently tracing the lines of the wooden beams above. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips as you concocted a way to get underneath his skin, a quiet amusement dancing behind your eyes.

“I really shouldn’t be here,” you said casually, your voice soft and almost wistful as you side eyed him for a reaction with a permanent smirk etched onto your face, anything really. “Especially now that I’m a... ‘thing’ with Naruto hmm? Doesn’t look good at all.” Your tone lingered on the word "thing" as if the very concept were amusing or foreign to you in front of him, such things had never stopped you before. You tilted your head slightly, turning your attention back to Shikamaru, the wooden beams suddenly boring. Your arm lowered, and with a quick flick of your fingers, you poked him lightly in the leg where it was covered near you as if tapping the glass of a fish tank.

Shikamaru didn’t flinch, though his expression turned deadpan as he glanced at you, I knew it, I had heard of months ago, right after I got with Temari  - I had a feeling she’d turn up to gloat eventually, to try and get a reaction, like she always fucking does. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the wall behind his bed. “What, are you expecting me to congratulate you? Feel guilty for letting you stay? I’m not playing this game Y/N.” He yawned, not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You turned your head fully to the side now, your eyes narrowing in mock curiosity, as if he could ever dare to question your intentions. “It’s not a game,” you said, though your smirk betrayed your words. “Just an observation. I shouldn’t be here. Late night visits to a man's house never did anyone any good.” You watched him yawn as you spoke.

Shikamaru let out a slow breath, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling you’d seemingly been measuring moments before. “You say that like it’s some kind of profound statement,” he muttered. “You’ve already decided to be here, so what’s the point in pretending otherwise?” He looked at you with a bored expression, already tired of your shit the more you spoke. You had invaded not only his room but his precious sleep time with your bullshit games.

Your smirk widened slightly. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted, your tone light and unbothered. “But it’s still fun to see how you react when I say it.. It's new afterall.” You had been doing this for years with him - a constant back and forth, but you still found entertainment in it - how despite however many times you did it he never kicked you out, never actually got sick of you.

He tilted his head to look at you, his dark eyes steady, though there was the faintest flicker of exasperation in his gaze. “And what reaction are you hoping for?” he asked, his voice calm but pointed. “Am I supposed to kick you out? Go tell Naruto that his girl is over at mine? Tell you to stay? Or just sit here and listen while you work through whatever it is you’re avoiding.” He folded his arms over his black shirt - the dim light showing the rumpling of the fabric as he did so.

You chuckled softly at how pointed he was as usual, the sound low and velvety. You enjoyed playing games with the minds of men within the village, finding it the only worthy entertainment nowadays amongst all the seriousness - your games had yet to catch up with you and you were just about fine with that. He also was the only one that matched your mindgames in such a fucked up way. “You always think I’m avoiding something,” you said, your voice carrying a faint teasing lilt. “Maybe I just enjoy your company, huh, Shikamaru?”.

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head slightly as he looked back toward the ceiling. He spoke finally - his voice quiet but tinged with wry amusement. “Still as predictable as ever.”

Your eyes sparkled as you raised an eyebrow. “Predictable?” you echoed, your smirk sharpening slightly. “Now, that’s a new one.” You sat up slightly, looking him directly into his deep brown eyes. “Careful, Shikamaru. If you start calling me predictable, I might have to try harder to surprise you, maybe I’ll start appearing at yours even later at night to engage in these wonderful chats.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “Troublesome woman,” he muttered again. “You’re already exhausting enough as it is.”

You leaned your head back further on to the mattress, closing your eyes briefly as your smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “Exhausting, maybe,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “But I doubt you’d let me stay if I wasn’t at least a little entertaining.”

His gaze flicked to you again, lingering for a moment as he weighed your words.You was trouble, no doubt about that, you had a penchant for turning up at the worst times, like when he had started a new relationship, trying to get a reaction out of him, saying the most random shit and observing his reactions like he was some sort of lab rat—but there was something about your presence, your unpredictability, that kept him from telling you to leave no matter what you two went through. Entertaining, huh? That’s one way to put it.

“You’re lucky I don’t mind losing sleep,” he said finally, his tone dry and sarcastic.

Your smirk returned as you opened your eyes, your gaze finding his once more. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet satisfaction despite his obvious sarcasm. He was the only man to match your energy in any sort of way and now being here you wondered why you had given him the cold shoulder for the past few months, sure he did something fucked up but still, this was exhilarating, a dark toxin. You wondered if you should take a different approach to this, maybe throw yourself at him or something when he knew that you were both now in relationships. You shifted slightly on the bed, your long hair cascading over your shoulders as you propped herself up on one elbow. Your eyes studied Shikamaru’s profile in the dim light, the faintest hint of mischief glinting in their depths as your lips curved into a languid smile. You seemed to savour the stillness of the moment as it allowed you to think - to plan, to watch his reaction, the quiet tension that always lingered between you both.

“Shikamaru,” you said softly, your voice carrying a slow, deliberate edge as your smirk deepened, “do you want to do anything?” Your tone was suggestive, your words calculated as they lingered in the air. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with precision—measuring every subtle shift in his expression, every flicker of reaction.

Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his fingers twitched slightly where his hands rested on his thighs, the covers making a sound slightly. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead not wanting to observe the taunting ghost at the end of his bed that appeared when he least wanted it to, but his jaw tightened, his thoughts churning beneath the surface. Why does Y/N always push just far enough to test me? He inhaled slowly, carefully schooling his expression before he finally turned his head to meet your gaze.

“And what exactly are you implying?” he asked, his tone calm but edged with dry amusement. His dark eyes locked onto yours, steady despite the quiet challenge in your voice. “You’re the one who came here, idiot. Shouldn’t you have an idea if you’re the one asking?” He yawned again.

Your smirk widened faintly as you leaned back again, your fingers brushing lazily over the fabric of the covers, accidentally touching his leg under there as you did so. Shikamaru tensed slightly. “Oh, I have ideas,” you said lightly, ignoring the fact you just did that, your voice laced with amusement. “But I thought I’d give you the opportunity to surprise me for once, I am always the one with all the surprises, it gets boring really.” 

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. She’s trying to get a rise out of me again by coming here and telling me that she’s with Naruto - like I even care, she did this all for some sort of revenge anyways. Always testing, always poking at whatever cracks she thinks she can find. He exhaled through his nose, his gaze narrowing slightly.

“And what if I said no?” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back on his hands. “Would you be disappointed, or would you just find another way to amuse yourself?”

Your eyes glinted as you watched him, the corner of your mouth tugging upward. “Maybe both,” you said smoothly, your tone teasing. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Seeing how far you’ll let me go before you push back.”

Shikamaru tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp against yours. “You’re always looking for the boundaries,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an almost resigned edge. “But don’t act surprised when you find them.”

You chuckled softly at his words, thinking of all the implications he could possibly mean - despite this facade of his right now, you knew for a fact he loved this shit as much as you - this sick game you both engaged in every now and then. “I’m never surprised by anything nowadays,” you murmured, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. “Just curious.”

The air between you both thickened again, the tension shifting but never breaking. You let the silence stretch as you lent your head back, your smirk fading into something more calculative. You were careful, as always, you could see the subtle shifts in him, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long for comfort, the faint tension in his posture that spoke louder than any words as he was acutely aware as to why you were here late at night. It was a dance that you’d both done for a few years now.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice light and teasing, “if you’re not going to take me up on the offer, I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye with a grin.

Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees again as he let out a slow exhale. His gaze flicked to you, dark eyes narrowed with something sharper now—an edge that wasn’t there before. You always played your games with professional precision, but tonight, it seemed, you had nudged just far enough—constantly talking about your new relationship with his friend.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low, steady, but carrying an unmistakable weight of all the times past. His expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something more—a challenge. This was how he played the game. “Especially now that you’re a ‘thing’ with Naruto.”

Your smirk didn’t falter, though you glimmered with interest as you shifted slightly on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow again facing him. “And what about it?” you replied smoothly, almost unassumingly as if this conversation was something completely normal, your voice was unbothered. “Are you concerned for him? Or is this your way of deflecting?”

Shikamaru let out a soft, humourless chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s not about me,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through your teasing. His gaze locked onto yours, his words slow and deliberate. “How do you think Naruto would react if he knew you were here, huh? In my room, stretched out on my bed, practically begging for attention?”

The smirk on your lips remained - this was more like it, your eyes flickered with something unreadable from his perspective—maybe amusement, maybe a flicker of surprise. You studied him carefully, as if weighing your next move. “Begging?” you echoed, your voice carrying a faint lilt of incredulity. “That’s quite the accusation, Shikamaru. Is that how you see it?”

His jaw tightened as he sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “You tell me,” he said flatly. “You’re the one who came here. The one who’s pushing, testing, playing your games. So tell me, Y/N—what are you looking for? And does it even cross your mind what he’d think if he knew?”

“Perhaps-” you said, lightly tracing your fingers yet again on his covers, there was an edge to your voice now as you felt your game finally being played now rather than ignored. “-but Naruto wouldn’t understand. He’s... straightforward.” You smiled darkly, testing him as you paused before continuing. “Too earnest to grasp the nuances of things like this like you and I.” You tilted your head and hummed at the end of your sentence, your smirk returning as you added, “And you know that as well as I do.”

Shikamaru’s gaze didn’t waver, though his expression darkened slightly as he processed your words. Of course she’d rationalise it like that. Y/N always did. No matter which guy she was with throughout the years, she was always coming back to me like a cat in heat. “And what happens when he does understand?” he asked with a smile, his tone carrying an almost dangerous calm. “When he figures out that all this—” he gestured vaguely toward your body on his bed, “—isn’t as simple as you want him to believe?”

Your smirk widened faintly, you loved the back and forth he would give you - that no matter what weird fucked up shit you did, no matter when you turned up - he would entertain you. Your eyes glinted as you leaned back fully again onto his bed, folding your hands behind your head. “Then I suppose I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” you said smoothly, not really caring if and when Naruto might find out. Most guys knew what they were getting into anyways  with you but did it anyways - out of lust or hope that you’d change you couldn’t tell. You and Shikamaru were real messy and it wasn’t a hidden thing throughout the years. “But for now...” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, challenging him as you always did, your voice softening into something dangerously playful. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do if you were in his place?”

Shikamaru’s brows furrowed slightly at your question as he sighed, and for a moment, he said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. What would I do? The question hung in his mind, unwelcome and intrusive. He didn’t want to play into your games, but the way you looked at him—calculated, challenging, as though daring him to react—made it harder than ever to keep his footing, his clean streak away from you.

Finally, he sighed, leaning forward again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not Naruto,” he said simply, his voice quiet but firm. “And you already know that Y/N, you know it too well. So stop trying to turn this into some hypothetical. If you’re here, then be here—but don’t drag him into this just to see how I’ll react.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and pointed, as he met your gaze again, daring you to push further.

Your eyes narrowed playfully as you heard his words, your smirk deepening as you slowly sat up, your movements fluid and deliberate. You sat up slowly and leaned closer, moving yourself to sit beside him. The faintest hint of mischief dancing in your gaze as your hand slid lightly along Shikamaru’s arm. Your touch was feather-light, evoking goosebumps from him, deliberate in the way it tested his boundaries without fully crossing them.

“Do you remember?” you asked softly, dragging your words, your voice smooth and teasing, like silk brushing over bare skin. Your fingers traced an idle pattern on his arm, your gaze steady on his. “The last time we were like this... together?” You paused, letting the memory of the last time you both fucked, whenever that was, settle into his head.

Shikamaru’s muscles tensed under your touch, though his expression remained carefully neutral. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of exasperation and something darker—something he didn’t care to name and didn’t ever really want to. She’s doing it again. Pushing. Testing. Always seeing how far I’ll go before I push back, before she gets what she wants.

“Of course I remember,” he said flatly, though his voice betrayed a faint edge of irritation. “That’s not exactly something you forget, Y/N.”

Your smirk widened at his response, your fingers trailing just a little higher on his arm as you tilted her head in entertainment, watching him closely. “Good,” you murmured, your tone dropping slightly as you leaned in closer with a whisper, dancing along the line of wrong and right as you usually did. “Because I was starting to think you’d forgotten.”

Shikamaru let out a low sigh, his jaw tightening as he looked away briefly, as if trying to steady himself and his thoughts.  She always knows how to find the cracks, no matter what sort of shield I put up. Always knowing exactly where to press. “I haven’t forgotten,” he said quietly with control, his voice low but steady as he maintained eye contact with heavy lidded eyes in the dim light. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove by bringing it up.”

You chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety as you shifted even closer - shoulder against shoulder now, your smirk never faltering. “Who said I’m trying to prove anything?” you replied, your voice light but laced with an undercurrent of challenge. “Maybe I just wanted to remind you... in case you needed it.” You liked to remind him every few months, to play with his head - for him to play with yours too in a sick sort of way, you liked it. You hated that you liked the hurt, the back and forth of terrible things you’d do to each other - your most recent event of acting out was getting with his friend Naruto in an attempt to hurt him after you caught him kissing Temari.

He turned back to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. “And why would I need reminding?” he asked, his tone calm but pointed, knowing exactly the point you were getting at - their entire… relationship if you could call it that was them doing this. “You think I’m going to forget the way you play these games?”

Your smirk softened slightly, though your gaze remained sharp, unyielding. “No,” you said simply, your voice low and smooth. “You seem to forget the way you like to play them too though, Shikamaru.” The air between you both thickened, your words lingering in the silence as your hand stilled on his arm, your eyes watched him closely. Shikamaru’s mind raced, torn between the steady logic that urged him to push you away and the undeniable pull of your presence like it always had—the way her voice wrapped around him like a trap he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. She knows exactly what she’s doing. This sick game between the two of you had gone on for far too long in his opinion - with him purposefully doing things to hurt you, you doing it back ten fold and then him taking it to new levels - if he didn’t pull away it would keep going until mutually assured destruction.He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as if trying to read the thoughts behind your playful expression. Finally, he let out another soft sigh, leaning back on his hands as he shook his head. “Troublesome,” he muttered again simply as he usually did. You leaned your back against the same wall he did, your eyes shimmering with amusement as your smirk curled wider. Your hair fanned against your back, brushing against the wall, and you shifted slightly, the fabric of your skirt brushing against the mattress as you stretched out, languid and deliberate. Your gaze flicked to Shikamaru, locking onto him like a siren does a sailor.

“So, you really won’t do anything with me?” you asked, your voice low, smooth, and teasing. You raised an eyebrow, your tone dancing between playful and provocative. “Here I am, sprawled out on your bed, practically ‘begging for attention,’ as you so eloquently put it. And yet...” You trailed off, your smirk deepening as you tilted your head to watch his reaction. “You’re still just sitting there.”

Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze flicking toward you as if drawn by some invisible force. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees so the back of his head was only visible to you, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared forward into the darkness of his room. She’s relentless. Always pushing, always testing. And she knows exactly how to get under my skin. Y/N relishes in this cycle. It could be a year and she’d still come back for more.

“Are you really that desperate for a reaction?” he asked, his voice low, daring. His tone was calm, but his posture betrayed the tension building beneath the surface.

“Maybe.” You admitted lightly with a playful smile, your fingers idly tracing the edge of the sheets next to your thigh. “But if I really wanted a reaction, I think we both know I’d already have it.” His brow furrowed slightly at your words, he was annoyed - annoyed that you had come back here for this - to sit here and tempt him so he could be the one to blame for your cheating on your new boyfriend yet again, so he would be to blame for cheating on his own girlfriend yet again, not you. His dark eyes narrowed further as he regarded you. “You’re as cocky as always.” he said flatly with a sigh, though there was a faint edge of amusement in his tone - and that’s what you clinged to, the knowing enjoyment that he actually enjoyed this shit as much as you no matter how fucked up it was. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for whatever bullshit you’re playing right now.” “You say that,” you mused, your voice carrying a teasing lilt as you resumed touching his arm gently, “but I think I’ve gotten under your skin more than you’d like to admit, I always do, don’t I Shikamaru?” Your words were sickly sweet like the nectar of a venus fly trap.

Shikamaru’s lips twitched into a faint, humourless smirk as he leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands. “Maybe,” he conceded repeating the same word you said with an entertained look on his face, his tone measured. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you’re looking for.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as your almost permanent smirk widened, your amusement only growing at his restraint. “And what do you think I’m looking for?” you asked, your voice soft and probing, like a thread pulling at the edges of his composure.

Shikamaru’s dark eyes lingered on you longer this time, the weight of your presence pressing against the carefully constructed walls he’d tried to keep intact. You sat there next to him, your hand purposefully touching him - making that connection, your eyes glinting with amusement, your smirk daring him to act, to cross the line you had so deliberately drawn. His mind churned, torn between the safe choice of walking away and the pull of something undeniable—a gravity that he knew couldn’t entirely resist, no matter what.

She’s like a poison I can’t stop taking. If I let this happen, it’s only going to complicate things more than they already are. Temari had agreed to date me properly when I swore off ever talking with Y/N again, and I agreed - but here she is, again, and here I am again unable to tell her to fuck off. She’s got me under some sort of genjutsu where I keep making the same old fucking mistakes, I swear. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. Damn it all..

He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his hair, his dark eyes closing briefly as if gathering his resolve as he turned his head away from you. You asked smoothly as you relished in his conflicted silence, your voice carrying a teasing edge. “Are you finally starting to see things my way?”

He simply scoffed, still not answering you as he felt himself unravelling slowly. He couldn’t help it with you, falling into old habits and hurting not only each other with the way you both acted but the people around you both. Temari, who he was dating now. Naruto who you were dating. It never just ended with you two - it was always so fucked.

You were completely emboldened by his silence, knowing what questions are probably flickering through his mind. Shikamaru was a logical man, yet with you he seemed to become stupid - stupid enough to keep this going, stupid enough not to kick you out his room.

“Do you remember the first time we almost had sex, years ago?” you asked softly, your voice smooth and low, like water brushing against his skin. You stared at the back of his head, waiting and knowing he would turn to face you, he couldn’t help himself as much as you couldn’t.

Shikamaru’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned his head to glance at you, sitting his back against the wall as his shoulders brushed up against yours again. “Of course I remember,” he said, though his tone was measured and deep. “Why bring that up now?” A stupid question really, he knew exactly why you were bringing it up.

You chuckled softly, as your gaze drifted upward for a moment as if picturing it, your smirk widening faintly. You murmured, your voice dangerously teasing him. “The way you told me—no, in fact, commanded me—to sit on your lap under that big tree.” You paused, your eyes flicking back to him, watching him closely as you continued. His eyes were barely open, through being turned on or tired you couldn’t tell. “You wanted me so badly, that as soon as I sat there I could feel your cock harden beneath me, It throbbed with want and need, for me. I was so innocent back then - as was you. Both uncorrupted really.” you laughed slightly before carrying on, noting that his eyes hadn’t left yours as he listened, it sounded like he was holding his breath. Your smirk softened, your gaze steady and unyielding as you leaned toward him slightly, your voice dropping to a near whisper as if saying some sort of secret. “You didn’t hesitate back then, selfish man.” You tutted at him, maintaining his dark gaze before carrying on speaking “You couldn’t help yourself Shikamaru. Your hands were firm, sure of themselves. The way you touched my thighs slowly underneath my skirt, willing my legs to open slowly with your hands...” You tilted your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his ear as you spoke, your hair falling forward over your shoulder. “You made your way ever so slowly upwards, first only lightly touching me through my pants, before pulling them aside with those long fingers of yours - so deliberately.” You paused, noticing him finally breathing - the dim light cast highlights on his face. He liked it when you were like this, you could tell because he didn’t stop you, didn’t tell you to shut up. “As if you had all the time in the world under that tree, the afternoon sun on us as you slowly rubbed my clit-” you gasped slowly, intimately, half in remembrance of the sensation of his surprisingly skilled fingers massaging you to completion and half to get a reaction out of him, “-bringing me slowly to my corruption as you told me sweetly to trust you, a feeling I chased many times with you. I know you remember Shikamaru..” “You really have no shame, don’t you?” he muttered, his stare burning into your eyes. He was tense, his shoulder warm against yours, the room felt heavy. You laughed at his words, he was right - you didn’t, at least not anymore, not with him. “Tell me you don’t want such things again, there’s no way. I know no matter who you’re with, you haven’t found it the same.” You stared into his eyes, knowing that his control was frayed, broken like a taut string holding weights on either side. Shikamaru’s dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the challenge in your voice hanging heavy in the air. She was right. I had tried fucking Temari multiple times, to get my mind off Y/N - but it had been average. Just sex, no electricity, no all consuming need to absolutely take over the person who laid below him, it was healthy, normal even. Your gaze glinted with quiet satisfaction knowing that his lack of answer confirmed your words, your eyes dared him to act, daring him to step over the line you’d so artfully drawn between you both. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the silence stretched unbearably, tension crackling as the string of control began to snap.

Finally, he sighed—a rough, frustrated sound—and leaned forward, closing the small distance between you both in a single, deliberate motion. The same old mistakes, huh? I’m a moth to a deadly flame no matter what other light is around me. His hand came up to your cheek, his touch firm and quick as he tilted your face slightly toward him, his dark eyes narrowing as they searched yours.

“You always push,” he said darkly, his voice low and even. “Always testing, always trying to get a reaction. Troublesome woman.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, slowly lowering to your jawline, his hand on your neck lightly, your memories flared - moments he had wrapped one of his hands around your neck and held tightly - the other covering your mouth as he had fucked you hard against a tree, memories from a year ago, the reason why being lost on you now. Probably you making him jealous at the time, enjoying the way he acted out.  “And you always act so damn sure of yourself.” You smirked at his words - you had won this time, yet again. As he had before, he would risk everything for you and you the same for him. His hand immediately tightened at your neck when he saw your smirk, making your breath hitch. Before you could respond, he leaned in further, his hand loosening around your throat and sliding to the back of your neck as he tugged you forward hard, his lips meeting yours in a firm, deliberate kiss. The tension snapped immediately and you were both all over each other. The kiss turned hungry, fervent, messy.

You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his black long sleeved shirt. His hands snaked around your waist, tugging at your clothes already.

Wetness started to pool between your legs as it had countless times before - teasing words and dry humour no longer being spoken - just the familiar sound of his bed creaking slightly beneath the both of you as you both fought for control with kisses.

The thought of how wrong this was sent thrill through you as you kept your eyes closed. So wrong, so right. No one in your life had ever made you feel like this. The intensity of the kiss pulled your focus back to him - the way his lips moved against yours with such an urgency that left your head spinning, forgetting about anything outside this room.  His desire was evident and it made your chest twist darkly - it was fucked up really, you had cheated on every boyfriend you ever had with Shikamaru. His lazy fucking attitude bringing you back each time - the need to be consumed, to consume. He pulled back, your vision hazy with how turned on you were, how badly you wanted him. “You’re one sick bitch Y/N.” His words were quick, heavy with desire - the string had snapped. You laughed, pressing him against the wall quickly as your eyes gleamed with mischief. Without breaking your gaze from him, you slipped forward and straddled him, your knees pressing against his sides and your skirt draped over his lap. Your hands pressed him into the wall. “And?” you finally answered breathlessly. “You want me just as much as I want you. Did you miss me in these months? Hmm?” Shikamaru’s eyes were dark, a familiar sneer appearing on his face. He enjoyed this, he was every bit as fucked up as you, you weren’t the only one who had cheated, fucked around behind peoples backs - he did it too, coming to you each and every time. Pushing, always pushing. His jaw tightened, not answering you - not giving you the satisfaction of hearing it outloud. You was right and he fucking hated that you was, he did miss you. 

--------------------------------------- let me know thoughts and send me some more ideas pllleeease I REALLY ENJOYED writing this, its my first time writing smut and generally writing fanfic - the full thing is available on AO4 which ill link again so you don't have to scroll :)

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ULTRAVIOLET (39,679) by dayeongi

CHAPTER 9: THE FIRE

Chapters: 9/?

Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature

Summary: Five years after watching “Kurumi” disappear into a black van and being told not to ask any questions, Shikamaru finds himself getting entangled with her and her mysterious and exciting life. Temari had already put her year in Konoha behind her, focusing on her family, but fate’s ties between her and Shikamaru make her question if everything has really been left in the past.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nara Shikamaru/Temari, Kankurou (Naruto)/Original Male Character(s), Gaara & Kankurou & Temari (Naruto) Characters: Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikamaru, Kankurou (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Original Male Character(s), Nara Shikaku, Sen (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Akimichi Chouji

Additional Tags: People being bad at feelings, Friends to Lovers, star-crossed lovers, Denial of Feelings, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Politics, Slow Burn, Aromantic Gaara (Naruto), Past Child Abuse, Assassination Plot(s), Murder, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Transphobia, Dysfunctional Family, Childhood Trauma, First Love, Human Trafficking, Drug Dealing, Criminal Underworld, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like shinobi, Eventual Smut, Ex Sex, First Time, Canonical Character Death, K-drama Rich Mom Shikaku Series: Part 3 of SETTING SUN AU

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Lucifer

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White Mustang 🔥🎃

Leviathan

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Satan

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Asmodeus

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Beelzebub

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Rants + Drabbles

Lucifer seeing himself in Satan 🥀🌟

Lucifer’s memories during the fall 🥀

How did the Little D’s come to be? 🌺

Little D’s and their Behaviors 🌺

Old man Lucifer 🌺

Random Headcanons 🌺🌟

Everyone excluding Diavolo from the cookout

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Belphegor abusing his power 🌟

RIP, You would’ve loved (ft. The Demon Bros)

Levi & his fav Jpop group

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Konoha 12

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Leaf Sensei

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Birthday Wishes (ft. Yamato) 🔥

Akatsuki Members

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Senju Brothers

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The Legendary Sannin

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Out of pocket Tweets

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Shino “The Drip Shinobi” Aburame

Kotetsu and Izumo being boykissers for each other

Kisame and his adorable tiny pet kitten

The cursed Nara hairline

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Survey Corps

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Marleyan Warriors

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Commanders / Squad Captains

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Rants + Drabbles

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