#dark shikamaru

[23raccoons]

let me bleed (you're losing me) Ao3

Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Yamanaka Ino, Sai (Naruto), Karin (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark Uchiha Sasuke, Dark Nara Shikamaru, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Self-Harm, Akatsuki (Naruto), War, Konoha 11 (Naruto), Everyone is Problematic ok?, Heavy Angst, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Memory Loss, PTSD, Manipulation, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Degradation, Dacryphilia

Chapter 15 (chapter list)

Sasuke works to keep his temper even throughout Kabuto’s examination of Sakura. Shikamaru had warned him beforehand that she would not react well, perceiving the exam as an attack—taking both Shikamaru and Sasuke to convince her to agree to let Kabuto examine her. More than meeting those expectations, as Sasuke pulls the lightning shock that fills her mind and runs it straight into Kabuto. 

Sasuke escorts the man back to Konoha. There’s a pep in Kabuto’s step, despite having just been mildly electrocuted. Thinking he now has an advantage over Sasuke. Kabuto is unfortunately too useful to the war effort—with all the dead ninja he’s been bringing back to life to fight for their side. Sasuke will have to bide his time to deliver his retribution—another name to add to his shrinking list—but it will come. He has no doubts about that.

“Just how long have you been keeping a little pet, Sasuke?” Kabuto breaks the silence as they near the village. Smirking as he turns to look at Sasuke’s reaction, instead finding an already activated sharingan. 

“What pet?” Sasuke tilts his head as he grabs hold of the memory. Releasing the jutsu. Walking on like nothing ever happened. Inside Kabuto’s mind is a wicked place, full of his gross, based desires. Currently thinking far too much of all the testing and examinations he would enjoy performing on the still-ill Sakura. Memories stored like files in large open shelving units. Carefully tagged and color coded. Tightly packed together. Unlike Sakura's, whose mindspace seems to stretch on endlessly, Kabuto’s seems to be more like a very large plane, eventually meeting a boundary of capacity. 

Sasuke shelves the memory in his own mind, with all the other odd-shaped ones he’s collected thus far. An immense maze of a library, Sasuke navigates with ease. Darkness drips through cracks and leaks in through the seams, coating rows and rows of book-like memories in a thick, foul black venom. Tainting his past with its cursedness. Transmuting his mind with its sinister nature. 

Sasuke visits Sakura as often as he can at the Nara house without raising suspicion. Watching over her between missions if Shikamaru has need to venture into Konoha for a meeting with Madara. Pulling the buildup of static from her, popping them off away from her to avoid the sting of the shocks. Every day that passed has him more on edge. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. He's so, so close to having her and there’s not anything he can do to protect her if he’s not directly touching her when her seal of the chidori finally fails. (If he is unable to control it when the dam does burst.)

Shikamaru himself has been working on the chakra cuffs restraining her. Both getting Kakashi’s pair off and a new, improved set for the two to use to recontain Sakura, to ensure she remains safe and protected in their care until Sasuke can take out the threat that is Kakashi. But they can’t get the cuffs off. Shikamaru was sure that the two of them working in tandem were going to be able to, but something’s not working correctly, leaving her stuck. Trapped.

Sasuke’s tracking a whole skulk of chakra foxes that have ventured onto the Nara land. At least six of them this time. He takes out a handful right off the back, less for him to deal with as he follows the others. They are quite a ways from the house and are causing the deer to behave strangely. More skittish and jumpy than usual. 

He feels the familiar vibration of Sakura thinking about ‘Kakashi-sensei’, slipping into the genjutsu, just enough to fling the shard of memory that she doesn’t like Kakashi up the string, catching it as it rebounds back through. Only to find that there’s a Sakura in Sakura’s mind. Right at the hard border of his space. Her glowing hands pressed against the barrier, trying to break it. He lets himself float through and land on the bottom, in her line of sight. 

“Sakura,” he calls. His Sakura. She stands up straight, pulling off the jutsu as he strides for her. Caught at its limits as she backs away from him. Her eyes widen as she takes in Sasuke at the hard glass-like structure filled to the brim with her memories. Bone chilling fear seeping into her mind. Still backing away, one foot after the other, until she reaches the cross-arm of the webbing. “Sakura, won’t you come to me?”

The strings act like tributaries, starting off small—in the far reaches of her mind—before combining into each other time and time again, growing thicker as they reach the focal point that feeds into the conscious side of her mind. Sasuke currently holds a lot of power over who and what she remembers because both his and Naruto’s main lines run through his genjutsu. People like Shikamaru and Ino have their own lines, out of his reach. Ino’s waves closer towards Sasukes at one point before sloping closer to Shikamaru again. She’s used this closeness to create a new thin string to bridge the gap and another to reach Naruto’s. Naruto’s to Kakashi’s. The more time Sasuke spends in his spot in her mind, the better he gets at recognizing what belongs to who. 

Thinner, more fragile strands connect branches crosswise. Connecting people to each other. A lot of the webbing is damaged, broken, and snapped in places. Sasuke’s line connects into Naruto’s just outside the jutsu. And together they have lines that feed into Kakashi’s. 

Sakura weaves her way across and back down. Around–until she is on the other side of Sasuke’s jutsu. Reaching the point where she has to start healing, repairing broken strands to connect them to one another, retrieving memories she’s been unable to recover thus far from the damage of the lightning storms in her brain. While simultaneously creating a bypass around Sasuke’s hold in her mind. 

Sasuke meets her at the point where Kakashi’s runs parallel to his and Naruto’s. Why is she ignoring him? Banging on the surface of the barrier with a fist. It sounds almost like ice cracking as it echoes through her mind. “Sakura!”

It startles her enough to get her to look at him again. Before scurrying on her way. Working her way back across to the memory she needs. The fear is morphing. Evolving. Alarm and horror and disgust. A storm building as she works. Sasuke pulls out of the genjutsu, abandoning his hunt to rush to Sakura. 

He can’t sense her, but that is not abnormal. Both the barely trickling flow of her chakra system and the masking the cuff provides conceal her well from a distance. Less so, the closer you grow to her. There’s no sense of her as he approaches the house. Blood tracked over the yard and porch, continuing on into the bedroom Sakura should be occupying. 

Bedding is scattered everywhere, blankets torn and solid with blood and the stench of rotting flesh. 

“Sakura.” Sasuke calls out, drawing his sword. Following the trail. Deja-vu of another blood-soaked house overlays itself on his surroundings. Mother and Father. He still cannot sense her, and he nearly gags. Stomach turning. He had been too weak to protect them then. She is still alive. He can feel her in his mind.

“Sakura.” He swallows down the rising bile as he clears the house. Tracing the blood outside to the shed. “Sakura!”

The shed door is open as Sasuke approaches, kicking the door clean off its hinges. There is blood and black goo smeared everywhere. Still no Sakura. When he exits, Shikamaru is entering on the far side of the yard. 

“Where is she?” Sasuke demands to know, striding across the yard. “She is gone. Where. Is. Sakura?”

Shikamaru eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the yard, the state of Sasuke. Brushing past Sasuke to enter the shed himself. Slamming its contents around. Racing toward the tree line when he emerges. “It’s not her blood, but we need to find her. Now.”

Sasuke keeps any smart comments to himself. Two searching for her are better odds than one. Luckily, whatever they are following has done little to hide its tracks. An easy path right to Sakura. They arrive, just in time to see Sakura grab onto the blade of a large scythe, fresh red blood dripping down. The chidori. Too late for Sauke to help, to control the flow out of her. But his perfect Sakura already knows how to handle his ill-tempered chakra nature. Streaming in straight into her attacker, knocking him back. Sending Sakura to her knees. 

“Sasuke.” She whispers as he catches her. She’s covered in blood. Warm and wet and sticky as Sasuke carries her back. Quickly falling into unconsciousness. She sleeps for days as she heals. Mending the damage from holding the chidori and exhausted from the wear and tear of the fight. 

Sasuke stays away for the most part. Keeping tabs on her through the genjutsu link. When he does stop by, Shikamaru is either working on the cuffs or annoyingly curled up with Sakura in the bed they share. Sasuke swallows the distaste that leaves in his mouth. Finding himself spending most of his time there scrubbing the bloodstains from the floor and the bedding Shikamaru had flung outside to replace with fresh, clean laundry. 

The cuffs are ready, right at the time that Sakura is healed enough of the damage to go back into them. Healthier than she’s been in months. She will have to continue to repair the damage in her mind with them on. Sasuke does not have to hold her down, kicking and screaming—fighting for her freedom. Because Sakura loves Sasuke. She’d do anything for him. Shikamaru sneaks his cuff on when she’s occupied with Sasuke—the lazy bastard. 

A mission near the lightning border calls Sasuke away for a few days. Sightings of old-leaf ninjas, rumors of a transport of civilians and much-needed supplies. Sasuke smirks as the group he’s pursuing splits. Two going ahead with one turning back to face him. To fight.

Rock Lee . 

Sasuke mentally prepares for the fight. Lee is a strong opponent, but Sasuke’s fueled by vengeance. Punishment delivered for daring to be complicit in Sakura’s mishandling. When they meet, however, Lee does not fight. Falling to his hands and knees instead. Wetness streaming off his face already. Weak.

“Stand and fight.” Sasuke tells him. Lee shakes his head back and forth, fingers digging in the dirt as his body shakes. 

“You will not fight?” Sasuke questions, drawing his sword. Lee was never the type to turn down the chance for a fight. 

“I do not deserve to live,” Lee says brokenly. “I was chosen, entrusted to protect Sakura, and I have failed her. I am no shinobi, I will accept my death.”

Sasuke moves to stand in front of Lee. At least some of them have realized the cost of their actions, even if Kakashi does not. “How did you fail her?”

“I didn’t stop Naruto when he was telling her what he would do to keep his promise to her, even as she was begging him to break it. I did not protect her from you. I did not understand the lengths she would go to to get there. I didn’t protect her from Kakashi and his cuffs. I thought I was helping to keep her safe.” It comes out broken by sobs, Lee tripping and stumbling over his words.

Sasuke can hardly keep the smirk off his face, keeping his expression as neutral as possible as he squats down. Tilting his head in mock confusion. “Why would Sakura ever need protection from me?”

It’s enough to break Lee’s incessant crying, as he looks up at Sasuke. Snotty and gross. Ew. “W-what?”

Resisting the urge to mock the sad excuse of a man, Sasuke repeats himself.

“I-I, but Kakashi said,” Lee tries to get out. How pathetic. 

“That I killed Sakura,” Sasuke fills in for him. Leaning in closer, like he’s sharing a secret. “That’s what he told everyone. Poor little Haruno Sakura slain by the hand of Uchiha Sasuke. And we both know that that’s not the truth now, is it? Because she’s not dead, now is she?”

Lee’s eyes widen as Sasuke’s implication settles over him. “But…you…”

“What reason would I have to harm Sakura, of all people?” Sasuke narrows his eyes. Lee will suit this purpose well. Already having doubts about Kakashi’s sanity over the situation. “But you are a different story entirely. You wish to die? No, you shall live. And you shall suffer for what you’ve done to her.”

Sasuke activates his sharingan, pulling Lee into a genjutsu—not even a strong one, Lee’s mental state needs to be well enough to be believed after all. Now that Sasuke has Sakura, he has the power to shift the trajectory of the war in his favor. To sow the seeds of distrust in Kakashi. He shows Lee an approximation of Sakura’s memory of being held down by those she loves so dearly. Restrained and cuffed. Confused. Betrayed. Heartbroken. 

Lee collapses to the ground when he comes out of it, panting hard. Nearly hyperventilating. 

“Why has Kakashi gone to such extensive lengths to be sure Sakura is contained? Who benefits the most from faking her death?” Sasuke rises as he speaks, leaving the fallen man to ruminate over his words. Lee’s time will come, Sasuke will not be so lenient with him when they cross again. “Tell Kakashi the clock is ticking. His penance is near.”

Sasuke returns straight to Konoha. To what remains of the boarded-up Uchiha district. Madara resides in the clan head's household—Sasuke’s childhood home. He doesn’t bother knocking, not wanting to wake the ghosts of his past that still reside here. Avoiding eye contact with the bloodstains that remain no matter how many times he scrubbed at them as a child. 

He finds Madara on the dock out by the pond. Meditating. Sasuke sits near him at the end of the pier. Losing himself in his thoughts as he gazes over the water. Waves lap at the posts of the structure, fish causing ripples where they break the surface.

“Something on your mind?” Madara asks, tone even and neutral. He always insists that Sasuke can come to him. To intrust the older Uchiha to help with his problems. 

“I used to practice my fireball jutsu out here for hours in the evening after the academy. Father would chastise me for not being as skilled as Itachi was at my age. Even if I was well outpacing the other Uchiha children my age. Mother kept burn cream handy in the kitchen to help with the chapped skin. Itachi too busy to train with me when I asked... and then they were just gone, all of them except for me.” Sasuke lets the numbness wash over him. Better than the pain. A night he’s relived countless times. In his memories. In his nightmares. In Itachi’s tsukuyomi. 

“My mother kept burn cream in the kitchen also. Ready to slather it on at any given moment, even as we grew into adults.” Madara comments. He rarely speaks of his own family, long dead now. The closest to understanding the pain that becomes overwhelming if Sasuke dwells on it too long.

“There has been a development I have come across.” Sasuke informs the older man as he looks over the calm surface of the water. Madara hums his encouragement to continue. “There is a girl living on the Nara lands. I have been monitoring the situation. I believe she could be useful in the outcome of the war.”

“You delayed telling me,” Madara clarifies. 

“My intentions were to ensure the correct course of action. To avoid any unnecessary retaliation against her from her exposure.” Sasuke carefully picks out truths, avoiding directly lying to Madara. “There were some underlying circumstances that needed sorting before things could progress. I believe Shikamaru used the word ‘broken’ to describe her.”

“You knew her.”

Sasuke lets a moment pass. “Yes, I know her. She was in my academy class.”

Madara hums. Sasuke thinks of Shikamaru’s emotional outburst, gauging how much emotion to portray without seeming to be overtly concerned for Sakura. What falls into the realm of an act believable of Sasuke, who kills everyone he finds in the Five Nation’s hideouts, age or ninja affiliation unmattering to him. Working to frame keeping her alive for the good of the war instead of Sasuke’s own drive to keep her his. 

“When I was small, I thought the idea of a police force inside Konoha to be almost silly. How could anyone who’s sworn to protect the village turn against another resident? Sheltered from the realities that the world is cruel. That even as small as four or five, there was already a discrepancy in power dynamics. Already a risk for those who were weaker, with less powerful connections.” Sasuke takes a deep breath and adjusts his posture before continuing. “The other children would have never dared to treat me the way they treated her. A handful of us held above the others. Me, the Hyuuga heiress. Ino-Shika-Cho. Clans big and powerful enough for their children to have had private tutorage before the academy, giving their own an edge over the others.”

“Clans often work to put their own in better positions. A show of power.” Madara agrees. 

“She did not have those advantages. Civilian parents. Less affluent than even middle-class clan kids. I didn’t even know that it was happening.” Sasuke pauses. “No. I knew they picked on her, just not to its fullest extent. That the other children were the reasons behind all her bruises and cuts and scrapes—not after-school training with a taijutsu master or kunai training with weapons specialists. They would call her awful things they should have been too young to know the meaning of. That the teachers let it slide because she wouldn’t raise a fuss. I thought if the clan kids were truly hurting her, an adult would step in and stop it. A true shinobi wouldn't stand for such a thing.”

“Did they?” It breaks Sasuke out of his rambling. A slight downturn to Madara’s lips when he turns to face him. Sasuke finds himself frowning too, lacing his fingers together. “Did the senseis step in?”

“No. No, they didn’t.” Shaking his head. “Not then. Not when someone decided it would be a good idea to shove her on a genin team with the last Uchiha and the jinchuriki they let run amok unattended in the village. Not when Kakashi locked her up and hid her here in Konoha to go and start a war in the name of a girl who never died.”

“She was your teammate?” sighs Madara. 

"She shouldn’t have been. She was never cut out to be a ninja. Too soft to be a shinobi. Certainly ill prepared for the real world. And when I found her, she was just so sick. So broken. I thought, ‘If everyone thinks her dead already, what harm will come from letting her die in comfort instead of in a harsh prison cell?’” Sasuke turns his attention back to the water. A small family of ducks gathered at the far side of the pond. 

“Did you ever intervene?” Madara asks quietly. “Or were you complicit in her treatment?”

“By the time I realized the true extent of her issues, my perspective was skewed. What’s a handful of harmful words in comparison to a tsukuyomi? What’s a few bruises to an entire clan slaughtered in the dead of night?” Sasuke shrugs. “I didn’t even see, until much more recently, how easy it would’ve been to do something about it. That by simply supporting her, I could’ve stopped it. That even five-year-old Sasuke, the second son of Fugaku, head of the Uchiha clan, could have told them to stop. And they would have listened to me. Instead, I waited for someone else to do the work for me.”

“On occasion, the best move to make is no move at all. Waiting and watching where your opponent is setting pieces. Observing. Letting plans grow to fruition, until they are ripe to be picked.” Madara says after a moment.

“I believe the jinchuriki is looking for her to confirm she is alive. Kakashi will not come for her so long as the nations continue to believe his lies. He will come when they lose control of the nine-tails. Naruto will take up the search himself, and when he finds her as broken as she is, we will have no need to deal with Kakashi ourselves.” Trying to keep Sakura as passive a piece in Madara’s plan as he can.

“You believe, by keeping her here, to be discovered by the nine-tails, that it will ensure the death of Hatake Kakashi?” 

“I believe Kakashi will go to great lengths to keep everyone under the impression that she’s dead. That I killed her.” Sasuke rises with this. 

“And the Nara boy?” Madara questions. “Where will his loyalties fall?”

“He will only support what he feels are the best options for her survival. His loyalty is sound and sure, but only to her. Only for her.”

"Remember, Sasuke, even a weak pawn can cross the board and become a mighty queen.” Madara calls out as Sasuke’s walking away. A true sentiment. But Sakura was never merely a pawn in Sasuke’s game. Losing Sakura would be losing the game. 

And Sasuke has every intention to win.

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

I in more Bully Shikamaru content it's not a want it's a need.

THIS ISNT A FINISHED STORY !! I JUST NEED OPINIONS.

hey y’all, it’s been a MINUTEEEEE since i’ve written anything omg. please read this and let me know if you think i should continue to write this story. it’ll be like two maybe three parts? idk just lmk what you think :)

there is nothing too crazy in this so far (no smut or anything yet. so i guess trigger warning swears?)

bully shikamaru who is so viciously mean to you :(

he makes fun of your glasses and outfit choices. you look homeless.. why are you wearing sweatpants to school? baggy clothes that make you look.. poor?

you’re disgusting in every way, him and his friends are sick of seeing you to the point where even bullying you becomes old.

you’re an absolute nobody.

and that changes come third year of high school.

you never tried with looking good in school because.. what’s the point? it’s a place to come and learn, to prepare for the big world.

but then you think about how you’re sick of being treated the way you do. being talked about behind your back. being beat up for the sole fact of your looks.

so when you decide to shop for new clothes, try new skin care and makeup, a new hairstyle, you see the difference in yourself. the confident oozing from your eyes. your posture straightening out.

you look good.. better than the popular girls that hang around shikamaru and his friends.

first day of school arrives and it’s finally time to make some friends, enjoy high school like every other normal kid teenager.

when you walk in people are staring and whispering.

“is that a new girl?”

“who is that?”

“dude she’s so hot!”

the chattering amongst everyone doesn’t go unnoticed. it’s overwhelming with how much positive attention you’re getting considering how much negative attention you used to get.

and then you walk past shikamaru and the rest of his shitty group of friends.

they all turn around and stare at you. it’s like you’re in a movie and this is your big corny slow motion scene. you walk forward without sparing them a glance. flipping your hair over your shoulder and turning the music in your headphones up.

from the corner of your eye you can see naruto and kiba gawking at you, the popular girls glaring at you, and shikamaru eyeing you with the same bored expression on his face he always has.

you smile to yourself as you walk into class, taking a seat at the back corner and glancing out the window. first day of your third year of high school and so far it’s already been a success.

the home room teacher comes in introduces himself, opting his students to say their name and an interesting fact about themselves. when it’s your turn you stand and place a piece of hair behind your ear. “hi i’m y/n y/l/n.. and uh an interesting fact about myself is i enjoy reading manga.” you bow and sit down. everyone’s eyes still on you as they yet again whisper amongst themselves.

“that’s y/n??”

“she looks so different.”

“what happened to her over summer break?”

lunch period comes around before you know it and you’re debating on leaving school to get lunch or hiding somewhere.

but it’s a new school year right? you should try new things and stop hiding from everyone.

walking out of the school entrance you spot shikamaru and his friends sitting in the parking lot, talking amongst themselves about who knows what.

you only hope they don’t notice you as you scurry by and try to leave.

to your dismay they do see you and sai calls you over. “hey you! get over here.”

fuck. here we go again.

you walk over with your head held high. “is there something that you need?”

“what? you think you’re all high and mighty now because you got ‘prettier?’” the most popular girl in school speaks. ino. you hate this bitch. “you don’t even look that good. all you did was take your glasses off and put on sluttier clothes.”

“are you done yet? lunch period’s only an hour and i gotta get something to eat.” you pass a glance at each of them, who are completely dumbfounded by your change of character.

once no one says anything you make your way out of the parking lot, walking to a near cafe up the road.

(btw this isn’t the end of the first chapter this is only half lol)

[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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It's been a very, very long time since I posted anything. I'm sorry for the rust, but hope you enjoy. This small oneshot is available for the general public for a limited amount of time before I restrict it to just ao3 users only. :)

It's a mildly dark Shikamaru x Sakura. :) As usual, it's explicit, lol.

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TW: DARK CONTENT. Massive yandere themes. Dubcon. Murder. Knife play. MINORS, BLANK, OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. I WILL BLOCK YOU ON SIGHT.

WC: 3.7k

This is dark. If you are not okay with obsessive stalker exes coming after you to get you back and murdering your date, DO NOT READ THIS.

Shikamaru is obsessed. He wants you back, and he won't let anyone stand in his way. Not even you.

ShikamaruxF!Reader

CW: Names (including whore), threats, violence, fingering, vaginal sex, coercion, forced voyeurism, aged-up content

Shikamaru stood across from the restaurant you were in. That fancy one you had been begging him to take you to for the past few months, watching as you reached across the table and placed your hand on your date's forearm. The heavy drag he took from his cigarette did nothing to calm his nerves. 

You'd stopped returning his calls three weeks ago. Now he knew why. You must have thought you were smart by changing your phone number and moving jobs. It had been an easy task tracking you down again. A charming smile and a quick hook-up with one of your co-workers, and she spilled all the information about you he was looking for. Simple enough for a man like him. 

He always told you that you needed to be more careful about who you were friends with. He watched, never removing his eyes from you, as you gingerly drank from your cup, covering your mouth as you placed it down to cover a giggle. He knew the sound of that giggle—he could hear it in his mind. He'd be hearing that sound from your sweet lips again. Soon.

Your apartment was bathed in moonlight as he pulled himself up to the second floor of the building, hopping smoothly over the railing onto your patio. Shikamaru reached into his pocket, fishing out the keyring that contained a key to your new lock. You'd had them changed one day after someone had broken into your apartment while you were asleep. You never figured out it was him checking on you after a night out with your friends. 

Shikamaru had simply taken the liberty to swipe the extra key when you called him, crying and begging him to sit with you while the locksmith did his job. You had said you needed him... even though you'd already asked for a "break" at that point. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging in that sweet way you knew drove him crazy.

Your keys jingled in the hallway. Shikamaru disappeared into the shadows in the corner of the room, where he knew the light from the hallway outside wouldn't permutate and reveal his hiding spot. He could hear your tipsy laughter and the deep timber of a male voice.

You'd brought him home. Here. To the place he lived with you. 

His blood ran cold. Had he put his hands on you in the car? Had this nobody touched what belonged to him? You tumbled in through the door, tossing your purse and keys onto the entryway table while your date was pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist as he peppered kisses over your exposed flesh. 

Every muscle in Shikamaru's body was poised to strike. To beat the man bloody. But he waited. Waited until you turned in your date's arms and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips against his in a hungry kiss. Watched as you stepped backward, stumbling over your own feet as the bastard reached behind you to unzip your dress. The air was quickly turning thick. The scent of lust in the air seeped into every nook of a place that was once filled with you and him. 

Your date tried to lead you to the couch, closer to where Shikamaru stood, and he relished it. How unsuspecting you both would be. At the last second, you pulled away, grabbing him by the hand and tugging him towards your shared bedroom because it was his bedroom still, even if you refused to admit it to yourself. You didn't even bother to shut the door before he heard you both collapse onto the bed in a fit of giggles. 

Shikamaru stalked slowly toward the door, straining his ears as your contented sighs began to fill the next room. He stopped just on the other side of the wall, listening as you let this man attempt to fuck you right. He could tell by your strained grunts that he hadn't even bothered to try and prep you, that he didn't bother to give your sweet pussy the attention it deserved. He wondered if you were regretting it yet, bringing home a stranger to try and fuck him out of your memory. Shikamaru knew it would never work. 

Ten minutes. That's all the fucker lasted before he whined, asking if you had finished yet. He smirked when he heard you fake your orgasm a moment later. The bed creaked as you excused yourself to the bathroom. Shikamaru reached into his pocket, knowing this was his chance. 

The idiot didn't have a chance to scream before Shikamaru was on him, yanking him off the bed, quickly wrapping an arm around his neck, cutting off the airflow. He covered your date's mouth with the rag he had retrieved. The pathetic sounds he made muffled as he tried to warn you of the danger waiting for you upon return. His body soon went limp in Shikamaru's arms, and he let the bastard's body collapse to the floor. 

Shikamaru moved to the bathroom door next and waited once more. The door cracked open, and you emerged wrapped in a silk robe he had purchased for you. You paused just over the threshold, looking around whatever his name was. Shikamaru grabbed your arm, pulling you tightly against his chest before slapping a hand over your mouth, muffling your screams of panic. 

"Shh, angel. You wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, right?" He whispered in your ear.

You were frozen. Unable to move even a single finger. You knew what this was. You'd played with these shadows too many times in your life before. Shikamaru knew you would understand the implications. 

"I'm going to move my hand. I need you to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?" He could feel you shiver as he trailed his nose up and down the column of your throat. You were wearing his favorite scent. He savored the way you felt in his arms again. Safe. Secure. You'd see in the end that this was what you needed, just a simple reminder that he was what was best for you. 

Shikamaru tightened the arm around your waist when you didn't answer, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper. You nodded quickly as fat, hot tears fell onto Shikamaru's hand. 

"That's my good girl," he said. 

He let the shadow possession fade away before pushing you forward to the bed. He turned you in his arms, not giving you a chance to run from him again, before digging into his pocket again for the zip tie he had stashed there. 

"I'm going to tie your arms behind your back, and then I want you to sit. Can you do that for me, baby?" He didn't wait for your answer before securing your arms and gently pushing on your shoulders until you were sitting. He wiped the tears from your cheeks as they continued to fall.

"What're you doing here, Shika?" Your lip trembled as you spoke. 

"I missed you." 

"We broke up." 

Shikamaru froze and felt the anger roaring in his mind. It clouded all rational thought. It drowned out all the things he wanted to say. He gripped your thighs tightly, hard enough to bruise, before looking you in the eye. He knew by the sharp intake of breath that he must look terrifying. 

"You're mine." The words were laced with venom, dripping in ire as he spat them at you. He knew you were trembling out of fear now. You flinched as he raised a hand and pressed the backs of his knuckles against your cheek. "Don't be afraid of me, angel. You know I'd never hurt you."

Shikamaru pushed your back onto the bed and climbed over you to press his lips against your forehead before retreating. He went to the small table for two where you used to have breakfast together and grabbed a chair, dragging it across the floor and back into your room. He placed it at the end of your bed, facing you. He quickly retrieved your unconscious date and sat him upright in it, using the remaining zip ties to secure his hands and legs to the metal legs and backing. 

"Dan!" You gasped when you saw his lolling head. Dan, Shikamaru now knew he was called, groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. A loud crack sounded through the room as Shikamaru's hand collided with Dan's cheek, rousing him completely from his stupor. 

Dan coughed as he gasped for air. He struggled to raise his arms to rub at his abused throat, which already had a purple bruise blossoming across the skin. 

"What the fuck?" Dan yelled in a hoarse voice. 

Shikamaru grabbed Dan tightly by the jaw, forcing his face up at an unnatural angle while sneering down at him. 

"You touched what's mine," Shikamaru spat.

"Shikamaru!" You screamed from the bed.

"Shut up!" Shikamaru yelled back, whirling on you. "I told you to stay quiet!"

You shrunk back into yourself, trying to retreat as far onto the bed as possible to escape. Shikamaru looked back to Dan, who was struggling with new vigor to escape his imprisonment. He spat in Dan's face before shoving it away. He returned to the bed, ripping his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. You wiggled, desperate to get away as Shikamaru advanced on you. He grabbed your arm and sat you upright, dragging you back to the center of the bed. You were looking at him with such fear and hatred. He'd fix that soon enough. 

Shikamaru climbed behind you, leaning back into the mountain of pillows still askew from your previous encounter with Dan. He pulled you back against his chest and hooked his feet under yours, pushing your legs apart, causing your thighs to be draped over his own. Your robe fell open, exposing you to Dan, who looked upon you with fear and disgust. 

"I don't think he likes me being here, angel," Shikamaru whispered in your ear, dropping his voice an octave. He touched your inner thigh, and you jumped from the unexpected contact. 

"You're a sick bastard," Dan said.

Shikamaru felt your skin prickle as he dragged his fingertips over your exposed skin, making his way up to your center. He felt you shiver against him and hid his smirk against your shoulder. He couldn't resist pressing kisses there, covering the places he had seen Dan kiss you. He'd erase all the marks on your body put there by another man. Shikamaru groaned, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when his fingers grazed over your pussy; you were wet. 

"My, my, my... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me too," Shikamaru said.

You whimpered when his fingers brushed over your clit. 

"I just need one more thing from my pocket, love." Shikamaru nipped at your earlobe as he fished a kunai out of his pocket and pressed it gently against the underside of your jaw. You froze as the cool metal met your skin. 

"What're you doing?" Dan yelled. 

Shikamaru looked Dan in the eye as he resumed the light brushes over your clit, causing you to whimper again.

"If she wants to act like a whore, I'm going to treat her like one," Shikamaru said simply. He applied more pressure to your clit, rubbing it in a perfect figure eight like he knows you enjoy, and your body instantly responded, chasing the stimulation. 

You tried to suppress your moans at the ministrations, struggling to keep your composure. 

"I want you to look at him while I play with you, baby. Did he make you cum?" Shikamaru felt your head turn slightly as more pressure was placed against the kunai in his hand. "Tell him. I know the answer." 

Shikamaru slowed the assault on your clit as your legs began to tremble. 

"Go on. Did he make you cum?" The words were said a little more forcefully this time, Shikamaru's patience running thin at your continuously delayed answers. 

"No." Tears fell from your eyes once more at the confession, stifled by the loud moan reverberating through the air when Shikamaru plunged two of his long fingers into your pussy, curling them tightly to drag against your g-spot. 

Shikamaru placed a hot, open mouth kiss on your neck as he pumped his fingers into you. Only aided by the gushing of your pussy as he increased the pace.

"Did he fuck you as good as I do?" He continued.

"N...no," You whimpered.

"Did he play with your pretty pussy before he shoved his dick into you? Did he bother to get you wet like this?" Your hips writhed against Shikamaru's hand, spurred on by the words he was spitting into your ear. 

"No!"

"You sick fuck!" Dan yelled again, horror across his face at what he was witnessing.

Shikamaru stopped his fingers and removed the kunai from your throat, pointing it at Dan. 

"If I hear another word out of you, this kunai is going into your heart." Shikamaru turned your head by placing the back of the blade against your cheek. "Do you want me to keep fucking you, angel?"

Your pupils were blown wide. You were looking at your ex-lover with a mix of lust and fear. 

"Why are you doing this, Shika?"  

Shikamaru slowly pumped his fingers back into you. Once. Twice. Before stopping again.

"I already told you. Now answer my question: do you want me to keep fucking you in front of your date, or should I kill him now and leave you here unsatisfied?"

Your eyes darted between Shikamaru and Dan. Dan trembled in the chair, his eyes shut tightly. 

"Will you let him go?" You whispered, and Dan's eyes snapped open.

Dan was shaking his head, "No! No, you don't have to do this! Tell him to stop!"

"I'll think about it." Shikamaru began pumping his fingers back into you quickly, rushing you toward the precipice of orgasm. Your legs shook, still hooked over Shikamaru's thighs. 

"Open your eyes, Dan!" Shikamaru shouted. He grinned as Dan made eye contact with you. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched you submit to Shikamaru's wants. He couldn't tear his eyes away from watching Shikamaru's fingers disappear into your cunt. 

Your walls fluttered around Shikamaru's fingers, sucking them back in each time they retreated from your heat. 

"Let go, baby. Let him hear you." 

Your back relaxed into Shikamaru the closer you got to orgasm, letting your head lull against his shoulder. Your moans grew in volume, little whimpers of Shikamaru's name thrown in every so often that made his cock strain against his pants. He wanted to slam his cock into your wet cunt. He longed to feel you wrapped around him again and hear the sound of his flesh against yours as he made you scream. 

"Tell him how good my fingers feel," Shikamaru demanded. You shook your head, biting down hard enough on your lip that Shikamaru could smell blood. "Tell him or I stop," he growled.

"Good! Fuck, Shikamaru! Please don't stop!"

Shikamaru dropped the kunai to the bed and grabbed your jaw with his now free hand, turning your face up so he could slam his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss as your legs shook and your back arched off Shikamaru's chest. 

"Cum, whore," Shikamaru growled against your lips, and you exploded. You came with a scream of his name, and if Shikamaru were a lesser man, he might have come in his pants from the sound. 

Dan was sobbing and shaking where he sat. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you came down from your high, melting completely into Shikamaru. 

"Shika," you whimpered.

"Hmm?" He answered as he pressed kisses along your hairline.

"My hands. Please." 

Shikamaru retrieved the kunai and cut the zip tie, content with you lying in his arms now that you had begun to remember who he was to you, where you belonged. The knife clattered on the bedside table. 

You leaped for the knife and quickly turned back to Shikamaru, straddling his hips before pressing the blade against his throat. Shikamaru chuckled darkly at the turn. 

"You gonna kill me, sweetheart?" Shikamaru lifted his chin and leaned forward, pressing the blade deeper into his Adam's apple until it drew blood. 

"Do it!" Dan yelled at you.

Your hands trembled as you loomed over Shikamaru. He knew you couldn't do it. You would never seriously hurt him. 

"Do it, baby," he teased. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you down onto his stiff cock and rocking you against the fabric of his pants. "Go on. Do it."

Shikamaru groaned at the feeling of your cunt rubbing against him, unbothered by the knife to his neck. Seeing you like this, over him, threatening him, made him harder, only reaffirming in his mind that you were just as crazy for him as he was for you. That you would be willing to do this and still hesitate confirmed how much you still needed him. He knew his cock would be dripping in pre-cum by the time he finally got to fuck you.

"Can't do it, can you?" He increased the pace of his push and pull on your hips, and your resolve faltered again, loosening the grip on the knife. "You want me too much, huh, angel?" 

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Kill him!" Dan yelled.

"Shut up, Dan! I can't fucking think!" You screamed.

"Kill him, whore!" 

The room froze as the words escaped Dan's mouth, and Shikamaru quickly disarmed you, launching the kunai with perfect precision into Dan's throat. You didn't even scream as Dan gurgled, eyes wide with shock. Blood pooled from his lips and escaped down his chin before he slumped over. 

Shikamaru gently guided your eyes back to him. 

"No one gets to talk to you like that," he said as he brushed hair away from your face.

"You killed him..." 

"I said I would."

"You said you would let him go!" 

Shikamaru shrugged. "I said I would think about it."

Your eyes bounced from Shikamaru's eyes to his lips, clearly panicking about what to do next. 

"You're mine," Shikamaru said again. 

You pressed your lips against his in a heated kiss, fighting for dominance as emotions overtook you both. Shikamaru nipped at your bottom lip before forcing his tongue into your mouth, resuming the rocking of your hips. You reached your hands down and undid the belt and button on his pants, grabbing his cock through the material of his boxers, forcing a hiss from his lips. 

He pushed you off him onto your back and quickly shed his pants. You ripped at the robe, letting it fall from your body just quickly enough before Shikamaru latched his mouth around one of your nipples, causing you to yelp as he sank his teeth into it, sucking the bud into his mouth harshly. His fingers trailed up your slit again, testing to see how wet you were. He paused, letting your breast fall from his mouth.

"Did he fuck you raw?" His voice was low. A threat lingered. 

You shook your head. 

"Good." He bit into the skin at the top of your breast, leaving a harsh imprint before lining himself up and slamming his hips forward, filling you in one thrust. 

Shikamaru moaned at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him already. He pressed your legs back against your chest, settling his chest on the back of your thighs. His pace was relentless, knocking the breath out of you with each punishing thrust. Your moans grew in pitch each time he angled his hips to abuse your g-spot. 

"This my pussy, baby?" Shikamaru's words broke through your moans, and you nodded. A sharp slap landed against your thigh, causing you to yelp. He asked again.

"Yes! Yours, Shika. Only yours!" Tears forced themselves from your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. 

"Good. Now prove it." Shikamaru thudded to his back on the bed, pulling you with him and settling you on top. He grabbed your hips, forcing you to bounce. Each downward pull was met with a harsh thrust up. Your hands landed on his chest, digging your nails deeply into his skin. You worked your lower body, keeping up with him, rolling your hips in a way that made Shikamaru's eyes disappear into the back of his skull. 

"Gonna fill you up. That way, you can never leave. You'll be mine forever," Shikamaru was rambling, too lost to the pleasure to be able to control his moans. He felt it in his lower stomach, that growing sensation that clued him to how close he was to filling you with his cum. Your legs began shaking again as your walls gripped him tighter. Shikamaru leaned forward and captured a nipple between his teeth again, twirling his tongue around it. Your fingers tangled into his ponytail, and you pulled, causing him to groan against your skin. 

"'m gonna cum, Shika," you whimpered.

"Do it. Cum on my cock, angel. Fuckin' do it!" 

You screamed his name as you came, sobbing loudly as he pulled you down once more onto his cock before he pumped you full. His hips weakly twitched, ensuring you drained him of everything before collapsing back on your bed, pulling you down to lay on his chest. 

You both panted, sucking in desperate gulps of air as reality set in. Shikamaru felt you stiffen against him.

"Nara..."

"Don't you fuckin' dare," he said. 

"Shikamaru, you killed my boyfriend." You said it so matter-of-factly. 

"And I'd do it again." It wasn't a threat. "I love you. Don't you see that?"

You sighed heavily, fully collapsing your weight against him, surrendering to the circumstances.  

"Don't you love me?" The whisper was broken. You looked up at Shikamaru, who looked so broken, so lost in that moment.

"I wish I didn't have to." 

Shikamaru pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He'd deal with the body once you were asleep. 

AN: I blacked out and somehow wrote 3.7k of Yandere Shikamaru which has been plaguing my brain for the past 72 hours. It's barely proofread, don't come at me. <3 Take care of yourselves.

@tengens-4thwife

[dark-omegaverse]

Warnings: n-sfw, exhibitionism, spanking, omegaverse

Omegas that think they're doms are so cute!

He'll talk about how he's not the stereotypical omega, because he likes to take control in bed.

Poor thing loses all that bravado when a cock gets inside him. It just feels so good, he can't help but start babbling and slurring.

You knew all along, of course; omegas are made to take cock and submit to alphas. It's just so cute to watch an omega get cock drunk, when they so adamantly denied that it would happen.

Still, as cute as it is, you can't have this misguided omega running around telling people he's a dom. No, if this pounding doesn't teach him, you'll have to spank him in front of his friends, so he learns to accept who he really is 🥰

Zen, Jumin, Sasuke, Kankuro, Shikamaru

[tanjir0se]

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT SAI

My sweet sweet rude ass little bitch. I would KILL FOR HIM!!!!!! I’m going to BLOW UP THE MOON!!!! I literally LOVE HIM!!

Fucking mean as fuck

In awe of his tism

Never misses an opportunity to call Naruto’s dick small. No shit said it probably close to like six or seven times this season

At the climax of the arc decided to whip out his diary and draw a picture of him and his bestie holding hands!!!!!

Crop top and fingerless gloves. Le Essence du Cunt

Has no identity or emotion or self concept outside of what he’s ordered to do. So fucking tragic I’m ripping my own eyes out

Was literally going to murder sasuke (due to aforementioned lack of self concept outside of orders) until he correctly realized gay love is more important than the safety of leaf village and also his mission, the literal only piece of himself he has to hang onto.

And he’s RIGHT!!!!

And then took it upon himself to try to convince sasuke to come back, one mean gay bitch to another

Just to immediately get his ass kicked by Naruto’s ex

WROTE THE WORD FRIEND ON A STICKY NOTE SO HE CAN PULL IT OUT WHENEVER HE THINKS ABOUT NARUTO AND SAKURA. HELLO

Why is his slutty lil tummy out. Sir put that thang away I am begging you

SAI IS THE FUCKING CHARACTER OF ALL TIME I CNANOT BELIEVE I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT KONOHA’S MEANEST TWINK AND THE CUNTIEST BOY IN THE UNIVERSE

[everyneji]

[23raccoons]

Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Yamanaka Ino, Sai (Naruto), Karin (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark Uchiha Sasuke, Dark Nara Shikamaru, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Self-Harm, Akatsuki (Naruto), War, Konoha 11 (Naruto), Everyone is Problematic ok?, Heavy Angst, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Memory Loss, PTSD, Manipulation, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Degradation, Dacryphilia

Chapter 5 (chapter list)

Sasuke’s rebuttoning his pants when Sakura starts her usual lineup of pathetic attempts to convince him to return to Konoha. Like he could just as easily gain power there as with Orochimaru. Like she can’t see how hard he fights. How hard he trains. Nothing less than absolute perfection. Perfect katas. Perfect jutsu. Perfect answers on coursework. Sleepless nights spent finding more and more avenues to become stronger. “Come back with me? Please?”

“You’re being annoying. Isn’t this enough for you?” Sasuke snaps. More annoyed with himself than her. Frustrated. Torn. He fights to urge to comply, to agree to take her with him, to hide her away, deep in the snakes' den, safe. But Orochimaru’s lairs are no place for someone as soft as Sakura. Someone so willing to give and so many more than willing to take until there is none of her left. Dark. Dangerous. Deadly. Protecting her there would be near impossible.

“It certainly is more than enough for you,” she mutters. It’s not, really. But the best middle ground he can find to keep contact with her. To be able to keep tabs on her. (To make sure she is still alive.) To ease the ache in his chest that seems to get bigger every time they separate. Every time he has to tell her no. Every time he breaks her heart again, leaving her alone to pick up all the pieces.

“If you’re becoming too attached in our arrangement—” Sasuke starts, before she cuts him off.

“Of course I’m too attached, Sasuke. What did you think this was going to be?” She’s looking at him, but he keeps his eyes on the knot he’s forming in his belt, not wanting to admit this is exactly what he thought it would be. What he wants it to be. Sakura knows him too well though, smart enough to know exactly why he feels the need to trail along when her missions end up close to a base.

“I thought you would be sensible about this whole thing. It’s what you wanted all along.” Sasuke at least understands the irony in this, as he is by far being the most insensible one here. As she is here to try and convince him to return, trying to save him, and he’s really just being a creep about it. Seeing how far she will let him push her before she snaps. Before she deems him what he truly is. Broken. Irreparable. Unloveable.

“You think I wanted this? To sneak away from my missions, so you can fuck me in the forest?” Sakura never stops him, never tells him no. Lets him fuck her however he deems fit. He knows he is rougher with her than he should be. He should be more careful to not damage her. To not cause so many tiny little fractures in her psyche that she refuses to come back to him.

“You enjoyed it.” It’s a fact. He can usually get her off at least twice, simply, with only as much effort as it takes to get himself to orgasm. It’s not all about the fucking, but Sasuke likes to pretend it is. He doesn’t try to get her off. Some part of him worried if he does try, if he is bad at it, that he will lose her. That she will decide to stop loving him. To find someone else more worthy of her love.

She stands, gathering all her things. Her upset is visible in her movements as she shoves things back in her pack. “Find someone else to fuck then, if you think that’s all I want, Sasuke.”

He knows she’s well aware this is about more than that. He’s been interrupting her missions ever since he’s left. Just one or two, every couple months or so. Little rewards to himself for accomplishing a new jutsu or mastering a new technique. A long-term goal of defeating Itachi, laden with short-term goals of the next time he would allow himself to check in on Sakura. Taking a little more from her each time he graced her with his presence.

“If you’re going to be petulant, I might,” Sasuke threatens. He won’t, probably. He doesn’t fuck any other girls, not giving Kabuto the chance to make an Uchiha baby to experiment on. He had entered one of the hideout’s fucked-up version of a nursery one singular time, needing Kabuto to heal a wound, and had decided he’d rather bleed out than speed another second in the room.

Sakura mutters, just loud enough for him to hear. “I sure as fuck should.”

“What?” Sasuke whispers, seeing red, as he moves in closer to her. She wouldn’t dare. Would she? The curse mark is darkening his thoughts. Imaging the worst scenarios. The worst reactions to them.

“You left me. You found me. And I’m not the one who’s tracking you down on your missions, now am I?” Sometimes Sasuke thinks this would work out a lot better if Sakura didn’t need to be so fucking smart all the time.

Sasuke bends in until their noses brush, close enough to be sharing breaths. Threatening, “Find another man to fuck then. See how much I care.”

Sakura is his. He does not care if it makes him feel like a toddler on the playground throwing fits over his toys. He can feel the energy of the curse mark swirling under his skin. Ready to break free should she agree, should she fight back against him. Throwing herself out like a whore to the next man to come along.

“I just want you to come home, Sasuke. We can help you—“

We? Naruto and Kakashi couldn’t do anything to help him. They can’t do a thing to stop him. This is his path of vengeance. His family slaughtered before his eyes. His brother responsible for the massacre.

“I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.” Sasuke’s words are sharp. Knives intended to cut and wound her. They do. He can see it in her face, like a kunai to her heart.

“Tell me how much you hate me then. Tell me, and I’ll quit trying. I’ll let you use me however you want. I’ll leave you alone. But I want to hear you say it. I can’t keep doing this anymore.” It’s whispered, hoarse.

He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. Sasuke activates his sharingan. Tucking her hair behind her ear and tilting her chin until he can taste her chapstick on his lips.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me. You want me. Beg for it.” Sakura begs. She begs like she always does, offering Sasuke, everything, anything. Willing to trade her body, her heart over to him. It’s desperate. Needy and pathetic. Sasuke wouldn’t want it, doesn’t want it, any other way. Some twisted part of him getting off on knowing she needs him, just as desperately as he needs her.

He. Does. Not. Need. Her.

“Go fuck someone else. I’m sure Naruto’s been dying too.” Sasuke’s glob of spit lands on the ground between her feet, and he has body-flickered off before he can see her upset reaction.

Sasuke gives himself one last chance to see Sakura before he takes on Orochimaru. He finds her in a small outpost, wandering through the hastily set-up stalls of a street market. He lets his hand brush up against hers. She does not acknowledge him but he can feel her gaze after he's moved on. (He knows some of her missions are extremely time-sensitive and will not interfere, usually just waiting outside of town until she has accomplished her task and comes to find him.)

He forces himself to walk past. One foot in front of another. To keep walking. Out of town. Faster, through the trees. Until he is far enough away from her to ignore the pull. The desire to go back and find her. Fuck her until she is his, and only his, full of little Uchiha babies.

A new reward. For when he slaughters his older brother.

Orochimaru.

Deidara.

Itachi.

Tobi and Madara.

Family- Uchihas.

Itachi’s secret.

Konoha must fall.

Danzo. (Karin.)

Sakura.

Sakura comes to him. Showing up as his reward for killing the man responsible for the Uchiha massacre.

Sakura is his. As she always is. As she always was.

Sasuke eyes Sakura as she kneels down next to the sort of dying Karin. Danzo had tried to use her as a shield. Sasuke, gone enough in the darkness of his own mind, stabbing through both of them with a lightning blade. Sakura gathers a medical jutsu in her hand, laying it on Karin’s back. It’s not the razor-sharp style favored by Kabuto. Softer, gentle even.

He himself gathers a Chidori. If she will not listen, he will make her. He grabs her neck, and it’s easy to get her face in the pavement, dropping in behind her, being sure to pin her legs in the process. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her back taunt, digging his elbow into her spin to keep her in place. Shifting her head to look at the girl she is trying to save.

“Kill her.” A useless order, Sakura’s not one to hurt others. Nose to temple, he inhales her scent. He’s loathe to admit he misses her. But now she’s back where she belongs, where he needs her to be.

“Already so insolent. Hmm, disobedience in a subordinate requires correction. Are you looking for a punishment so soon, Sakura?” He shifts her weight, bringing the Chidori in close enough for the electricity to jump the gap. Sasuke groans as the force of the Chidori rolls through them, diffusing it out from himself in pops. Exhilarated. Intoxicated. Euphoric. He can feel the way Sakura is conducting it away from both him and Karin, trying to circle the force of his lightning chakra through her own pathways. To pull the weight of the hit from the others.

Karin grabs a hold of Sakura’s arm, clinging to her weakly. “He’s not the Sasuke he used to be.”

He’s not. Better. Stronger. More powerful.

“I told you to kill her. So do it, you crybaby. You’d do anything for me, wouldn't you?” Why isn’t Sakura doing what he wants? She always does everything he wants. She loves him. She loves him.

The last of his Chidori fizzles away, much quicker than normal.

Sakura is shaking and crying underneath him. He tugs at her, adjusting her twitching body as he sees fit, pulling her ass higher so he can grind his half-hard cock right against the fabric, preventing him from sinking into her warm heat.

Sakura will always love him.

Right?

He bites down in her ear, a punishment fit for the crime she’s committing only in his head. She is his, to do with what he wants. Sakura’s jutsu picks back up again, swirling through Karin.

“I remember you. Why do I remember you?” Sakura whispers to Karin. She’s not supposed to be talking to her. Paying attention to her. Sakura loves Sasuke. Why is she ignoring him?

He grips her by the neck. Intent on shaking some sense back into her. It doesn’t work, in his anger, he slams her head down, causing her chakra to flicker. He holds her down under him, pressing his weight against her.

The chakra Sakura is circulating through Karin grows, cloaking all three of them. The rush is almost as good as the shock had been. Coating muscles and wounds, even his sharingan feels better with each blink. “When we were looking for Sasuke. You were there.”

“SHUT UP.” Sasuke slams her down again, speaking another wave of Sakura’s chakra through his system. It flickers, and the comeback is less strong than before. The peak high of it lessened. But Sakura is still pushing a good deal of chakra into Karin to save her.

Sakura is supposed to love Sasuke. Not Karin.

He can feel the curse seal chakra pushing at its boundaries, searching for retribution. For revenge. Influencing, encouraging darkest thoughts.

“Sasuke. Sasuke, you’re going to kill her.” Karin’s attempts to forward this are dismissed. He could kill her. Sakura would let him. He knows she would. Killing Naruto, his rival (his best friend), would gain him power. Killing Itachi did give him power. Power he’ll need to bring Konoha to its knees. To destroy it.

How much power would killing Sakura bring? Someone who loves him. Someone who would do anything for him.

He will kill her. Because deep down Sasuke knows that he loves Sakura. Or it’s the closest he can come to loving anything. She is his. She will let him do anything. She loves him.

He can feel the change in himself with the decision. The Sharingan sharper, clearer than it’s ever been. The power seeping through him. He blinks, easily pulling Sakura into a genjutsu just to test his powers.

Sasuke’s not just in Sakura’s mind. He’s in her memories. Flowing past him as if floating on water, controlled by her subconscious. He starts collecting them as they move by. Ones of himself. Of Naruto. (He does not know how much of the two of them he leaves behind for her. Nor does he care.)

“Good.” Sasuke lifts Sakura again, twisting her in his grip. She blinks a few times, like she can’t focus on him.

He takes others too. The events of the chunin exams while Sasuke and Naruto were both unconscious, Sakura giving herself over to the enemy to protect them. One of her getting a sword shoved through her heart. Anything of his lookalike replacement on the team. One of her and Nara Shikamaru fucking, it’s nothing like the rough fucks Sasuke gives her—romantic, loving even. He could gag. A whole block of the events leading up to this moment, everything from the point of her fucking someone else until this point. Where she will die in his hands.

One thought echoes around her mind while he works. ‘Naruto, where is Naruto?’

“Sasuke!” It’s not the high-pitched whining of Karin. It’s deeper, angrier. Enough to pull most of his consciousness back to the real world, leaving enough of the genjutsu for him to continue to rifle through her memories, taking whatever he pleases.

‘Naruto?’

Sasuke lifts her up, higher. He’ll do it this time. He will kill her. He can sense the Chidori before it’s even fully formed. Sakura laughs. once.

“You knew he’d come,” Sakura squirms in his grasp. Trying to deny it. He knows that it’s not Kakashi she was expecting, not with the way ‘Naruto!’ keeps bouncing around her mind. Kakashi cannot save her. He’s not the hero she’s waiting for. One that will be too late to save her.

He should wait to be sure Naruto sees her die by his hand. To see how much he was much too weak to ever stand up to Sasuke. That Naruto could do nothing to stop him, that he has failed his precious friends.

He sits up straighter, pulling Sakura up between himself and Kakashi. A shield. Kakashi would never dare hurt his favorite student. (He’s seen the way Kakashi frets over Sakura—more memories popping up with his appearance. The way he worries over her safety.) Karin loses her grip on Sakura at the motion. Sakura’s arm is bleeding where Karin’s nails had dug in, trying to hang on.

‘Where’s Naruto?’

“Let. Her. Go.” Kakashi demands, like a toddler not getting his way. Poor little lazy, late CopyCat Kakashi. ready to witness the death of Sakura. He’ll be the first to fall to Sasuke’s new powers. The new level of Sharingan unlocked.

“Kakashi, you’re late.” Sasuke tells him as he dips his head down to mouth at Sakura’s neck. One last taste of her. It’s really too bad he won’t get to fuck her one last time.

“Where’s Nartuo?’

“Tell me you hate me. Tell your dearest Kakashi-sensei how much you hate me,” Sasuke mocks in Sakura’s ear.

“I don’t hate you, Sasuke. I love you.” Out loud she sounds out of it, words slow and sloppy. But she’s looking mostly at him when she says it.

Sasuke tsks, with a laugh. “See that, Kakashi? She loves me.”

He catches her line of sight again to try and pull her back under the genjtsu, but it doesn’t work. She’s still lightly under the first round genjutsu. He can feel it. He is still vaguely in her memories, only glimpses now, bits and pieces he can latch onto. But the second layer of genjutsu won’t stick and he finds he can’t lift the original layer.

‘Naruto. Naruto. Naruto?’  Echoing around her head.

Sakura does not love Naruto. Sakura loves Sasuke. Sasuke knows she does. The darkness infecting his thoughts, like a virus, spreading, spreading, spreading.

Sakura is his.

He doesn’t need to kill Sakura. He needs to kill ‘Naruto’. To kill everyone, until it’s just the two of them.

Sasuke and Sakura.

Alone.

Together.

Sasuke drops Sakura right as Kakashi attacks.

Chapter 6

[starazorr]

♡ Pelas sombras

🗓️ 23/07/2023 | Feito em blog

— 💬 Se inspirou? Me credite!

[jhernandez19]

hello with dark hair🖤

[onemoreword-writesmore]

So, I am blown away and also surprised by just how popular my recent ShikaSaku oneshot turned out to be, so if there are any readers here, I was wondering if you could help sate my curiosity a bit? (To dear reviewers that I've yet to reply to, I shall do so soon! 🩷)

This will also help me gauge what the general interest is, so I know what kind of fics to share when the muse is being gracious, lol.

[juicyfruit-22]

OTPs: Bellarke, BonEnzo, Dramione, Drukkari, EvanStan, HansenKemp, ItaFushi, Jaspella, Kalijah, KisaIta, Klaroline, NaruSasu, Stebekah, Stucky, Wolfstar, Zutara

I’ll totally still read: dalijah, drarry, hashimada, ironspider/starker, kakaobi, kibahina, narushika, neji x tenten (they did my dawg dirty), spideypool, sterek, thorki

Anything else is blasphemy ☠️ no but really 😅

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tops: chris, lloyd, yuuji, kisame, naruto, steve, remus, elijah, harry, hashirama, derek, thor, obito

bottoms: sebastian, steve kemp, megumi, itachi, sasuke, bucky, sirius, damon, draco, shikamaru, wade, stiles, loki, kakashi

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I’ll add more as I keep branching out to other fandoms

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my library

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Random NSFW headcanon please? (If you do nsfw...)

alrighty roo, buckaroo, lets discuss kinkage - thank you so much for the request

Random Kinks They Deffo Have

They: Iruka, Kakashi, and Itachi (with additions of Sasuke and Shikamaru) (f!Reader)

Warnings: whew! Swearing, explicit smut, power play, somno/free use, auralism, names of authority, praise kink, spit/blood/cum play, idk just please be 18

Notes: This one is for the freaks, obvi Boruto!Sasuke and Boruto!Shikamaru, I'm begging for everyone's thoughts and opinions - be prepared for Shikamaru's to be nasty

Masterlist💿

Iruka

Power Play

He just fucking loves when you take control

Anything you tell him to do, Iruka will do compulsively, and he's absolutely twitching when you tell him how good he is for doing so

All! About! Your! Pleasure!

Iruka's favourite encounters would be when he's not allowed to touch you, though, funnily enough

You're riding him, and all he can do is watch your sultry smile and feel your pussy hugging him tight - he wants to feel you, to run his hands all over your body - but he can't - or else you'll slow down to a halt and sometimes even pull him out, just to give him a beration of sorts

Now, that said, Iruka does not fuck with demeaning talk - you better love on this motherfucker, he's trying his goddamn best for you, and if you should negate that, it would allow a dark cloud to form over Iruka's mind

You don't want that, right? Exactly. So you keep it sweet, you give him stupid, little commands then fan the flames of his ego when he completes the command in spades

Lowk gets boyfriend-brain when he's with you, so kinda does need to be told what to do

Iruka is a sweetheart!!! He's always going what he can for you, all the time, even if you don't explicitly ask him to every time

Kakashi

Free Use/Somnophilia

When you said you would be okay with giving it a trial run, Kakashi was elated, and fucked you four seperate times that night, and began again before you woke up in the morning

He fucks you slow, almost trying not to wake you up, but the stretch is unmistakable

"Good morning, pretty lady. Have any good dreams?" He would ask, noticing your quickened breath, making you instantly relax into the situation

You love it - you stop sleeping in any amount of pant, just so Kakashi could have you as he pleased

When you got home, he would be pressing you against the door, when you try to start chopping vegetables for dinner, he would bend you over then pop you up on the counter when he just couldn't get enough

Kakashi's condition is that everything spontaneous happens within your shared, lovely, little home

He might sneak you away occasionally while the two of you are out, finding a small cache in the forest, but Kakashi would be asking for permission, assurance, consent at every step of the way - public is just different, but he's not entirely opposed

Kakashi just can't believe he's got you, and every time he looks at you, he needs to have you

Itachi

Auralism

He needs to hear you; the way your voice quakes, the way your nails rake across the skin of his back

Itachi's favourite sound though, is the harmony of your bodies meeting, skin smacking skin, squelches and a slick plunging sound, filling the room

Yeiff - let alone fucking outside - my god - Itachi wants your encounter to be so loud that the whole world knows what's going on

With his shit eyeslight, Itachi would prefer to close his eyes while fucking you, letting your beautifully wanton sounds paint a picture in his mind

In a perfect world, he would totally love to get tied up with a blindfold on - just to be at the mercy of your light touch and the intoxicating sound of your pleasure - Itachi would break the binding eventually, desperate to have his hands on you, needing to fuck you hard enough to hear the smacking and sloshing

Itachi is also the primo dirty talker, insisting you reply to him through your stinted pants, sharp gasps and breathy moans

His whole arousal around the subject of sound is cranked up to ten the second the two of you are in public - your little yips when he squeezes your ass, or the biting 'Itachi' that slips out of your mouth when he corners you to cop a feel

Oh, he fucks with names, you can call him whatever the fuck you want, so long as he's the one you're screaming about - but he likes it when you speak to him with more authoritarian honorifics (sir, daddy, lord)

Sasuke

Praise

Ooh, tell him he's hitting the spot and Sasuke would lose it, only trying to hit the exact same spot again

If you're ever out, singing his tune to another party, about anything, and Sasuke catches wind, he's taking you home immediately to prove he can provide more than you bargained for

Y'all, lets be real, and acknowledge that sweet Sasuke craves praise in any and all capacities, but most fervently in the four walls of your bedroom

Again and again, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him, he wants to hear it again

"Sasuke, your cock is so fucking big," you gasped as he slid in slowly.

"Louder. Tell the neighbours."

Loves, loves, loves to be able to hear the affect he's having on your body, every wave of pleasure, every jolt from your orgasm

Even if it's visibly clear that he's got you like putty in his palm, Sasuke will demand that you tell him how good he is, how deep he can reach, how much your pussy loved him

You're a blabbering mess, and it strokes Sasuke's ego to no end that he can bring you to this point, absolutely drunk with pleasure

Shikamaru

Spit/Blood/Cum Play

Anything Shikamaru can ingest that comes from your body (not excretions, sickos), he will

It's insane when you two hit the trifecta - Shikamaru cumming all over a patch of knicks on your stomach then spitting on the pile of liquid, he would mix it all together with his index finger, on top of you, before he would lean down and lick it all up, shoving the finger covered in the rose-tinted mixture into your mouth

Mm mm mm, and your cum, my good Christ, does he ever love your cum

Nothing brings Shikamaru so much joy as pulling his fingers out of you, being coated in a shiny slick

There's also something about the way your face screws up every time he brings a kunai into the bedroom - Shikamaru goes weak in the knees when he sees your crimson blood, glinting on the tip of the knife, losing it even further when you lick it off without hestitation

He's going to cum on your face, just to see you try to open those pretty eyelashes of yours, beads of white weighing them down

Shikamaru had no clue he was into fluids, until you randomly asked him, one day, to spit in your mouth - it's been a done deal since then, spitting just comes with the territory eventually

He always loved seeing your body get painted with his cum, but it's a whole different ball game to watch you play with it, to watch you lick it all up without wasting a drop like you used to do (honestly, Shikamaru can't even remember why he used to wipe his cum off of you)

[skyahri]

Children |Naruto Men X fem!Reader| HC

Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake, and Madara Uchiha.

Summary: How many kids they have and how they are with them.

Warnings: Fem reader. Mentions of pregnancy. Mentions of kids.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Naruto Uzumaki

You already knew Naruto had been dreaming of a family for a long time, so when you got your first positive test, you knew it'd go over well.

He was ecstatic to say the least.

He'd coddle you all throughout the pregnancy and as you healed.

Fatherhood was a dream come true. Nothing could make him happier than his little girl.

Except for the second kid.

And the third.

And fourth.

And at that point, you only stopped reproducing because a fifth kid had quickly become your worst nightmare.

All of his offspring, three girls and a boy, had gotten his energy. You chased everyone around the house every single day, and it was exhausting.

Of course, he helped out when he wasn't busy being hokage, but still.

Four was enough... for you.

Sasuke Uchiha

He'd never really put much thought into how many kids he wanted.

Yeah, he wanted to restore his clan, but he kinda forgot that meant HE had to restore his clan.

Your first child, a daughter, was nearing two years old when you'd gotten pregnant once more.

This sparked a conversation about exactly how big of a family he wanted.

Your first child was an angel, really. Calm, quiet, smart, brave, and so much more. If like would be like this, he'd have a hundred.

But damn that second kid was a 180°. If it weren't for the dark hair and eyes, he would swear he was Naruto's son, not his. So much energy.

After that, he'd decided two was more than enough.

He's content with his tight-knit family. (More so content with the idea of less chaos).

Shikamaru Nara

Definition of one and done.

The pregnancy was planned, and he loves his son, but he was perfectly content with how things were.

He checked in with you every now and then to make sure you were content with only one kid, but you assured him every time that he was more than enough.

Besides, only one kid meant that you could give all of your time and energy to him and his needs without worry.

Kakashi Hatake

One and done as well.

Initially, he never wanted kids, but you were already pregnant despite careful measures, so there wasn't much to be done.

A few months later, a little silver haired girl is born.

The second he saw her it was love at first sight.

He loves his daughter. She's literally his whole entire world, and he spoils her absolutely rotten.

He's super protective. Not really a surprise, but it's definitely worth a mention.

Madara Uchiha

It was normal for people on his clan to have a lot of kids. It was the only way to guarantee a future generation due to the war.

When the time came for him and his wife to start thinking about children, he suddenly realized he didn't have to have a billion children.

The war was over and there was peace, so surely there was no need?

It was a mutual decision to have just one child, so that's what you planned on.

Until you suddenly had twins; two boys.

There goes that idea.

Maybe it was his bodies way of telling him he needed more. Uchiha breeding and what-not.

A while later, you had the urge for another baby, and after a long discussion, he agreed it's what he wanted as well.

But again, you had twins, and again, it was two boys.

He called it quits after that. Fuck whatever hyper fertility nonsense you had going on.

He cares deeply for his sons, but he doesn't want to live in a world where he could potentially have yet another pair of babies to look after.

[23raccoons]

let me bleed (you're losing me) Ao3

Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Yamanaka Ino, Sai (Naruto), Karin (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark Uchiha Sasuke, Dark Nara Shikamaru, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Self-Harm, Akatsuki (Naruto), War, Konoha 11 (Naruto), Everyone is Problematic ok?, Heavy Angst, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Memory Loss, PTSD, Manipulation, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Degradation, Dacryphilia

Chapter 7 (chapter list)

The harsh bite of winter slips past, the land unthawing. Birds, bees, blooms. Baby bunnies that dart around the yard. A fox kit at the edge of the clearing late one evening. One of the almost-bucks steps much more into Sakura’s line of sight than usual, bulging muscles, skin twisted with scars, disrupting the way the fur lays along its body. The antlers are already massive, even now, right in the middle of the growth season. It startles the small fox, sending it darting back into the woods. The buck lets out a few short sounds, alerting the other members of the herd. Almost like the barking of a dog.

A dog?

Sakura has a dog. Doesn’t she? She rises, walking into the bedroom to look for her little book of answers. Unable to find it. 

“Shikamaru?” She calls, unable to remember if he is home or out hunting. Walking down the hall, opening door after door as she passes by them. “Shikamaru?”  

Sakura passes into the kitchen. No luck. The skin on her chest itches, scratching at it through her shirt. She turns back, back to the bedroom, and out onto the engawa. She had been looking for someone. Who had she been looking for? 

She steps barefoot into the soft grass of the yard. Walking out toward the tree line. There’s a flash of orange. Her cat? No, she doesn’t have a cat. She has a dog. She follows the streak of orange deeper into the forest.  

One foot after the other. Deeper and darker into the woods. She walks until she cannot, falling to her knees. She’s sure she is supposed to have a dog now, one of the ones that works with sheep, to guide her back home.  

The orange thing comes back. A fox kit, small and orange. It grins wickedly at her, reminding her the animals that reside in these parts of the forest aren’t to be trusted.  

“Hello Sakura,” it tells her. A speaking fox? “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

Thanks not right, she had been the one looking for something. 

The fox jumps, hard enough to dent the earth below it, landing just in front of her. She can feel how hot it is from here. Bubbling, boiling, blistering. It jumps at her, mouth open, in an attempt to bite her. She screams, tumbling back as something appears between her and the fox-thing. A man, lean and tall, dark-haired and red-eyed, driving a katana through the thing's body. It bubbles and pops, turning to smoke and ash.  

She is shaken. The man kneels down beside her, gently picking her up. “Everything’s ok. Let's get you back to your home.” 

She doesn’t know where home is. She doesn’t know who the man is. Or why they’re in the forest. She falls asleep in his arms, the rushing of the wind as he jumps through the trees lulling her to a semi-sleep. He takes her to a house, tucking her into a futon, pulling a thick, heavily quilt over her.  

“Thank you,” she mumbles to whoever has her perfectly snuggled into bed. The man leans over her, his face just inches above her. He smiles softly down at her. 

“So handsome.” She lets slip with a yawn.  

“Perfect, perfect Sakura,” he whispers, coming in closer, hovering his lips just over her forehead, hesitating a moment, like he’s unsure. He ghosts her skin before pulling back. Double-checking all her blankets are secure before leaving her to fall asleep alone. 

She doesn’t think she usually sleeps alone.

“We will have a guest today,” Shikamaru informs her over her bland breakfast; she’d kill for a bowl of sugary cereal. Dango. A candy bar. One of those old lady candies grannies always seem to dig out of the linty depths of their purses to try and feed her. 

“A guest?” They’ve never had a guest, not a real one that Sakura can remember at least. Madara has stopped by a handful of times. Short interactions, where he pretends her muddled thoughts are great poetic bouts of wisdom. Shikamaru says that their friends, alongside his parents, are all fighting in the war. Off to various bases across the nation. That Sakura’s parents have been evacuated, relocated with the other civilians of Konoha.  

She thinks they have been gone a very long time. 

“Yes, an old friend,” Shikamaru smiles warmly at her, pulling her in for a kiss. on her head. “You’ll like him.” 

Shikamaru even runs her a bath, making sure she is clean and tidy. Fresh clothes. (Shikamaru’s too-big-for-her hand-me-downs.) Relaxed. 

The visiting man joins them after lunch. Standing in the main entrance to the house, Shikamaru has said each of their names, introducing them to each other, though the nervousness at the thought of a guest has the visitor's name already slipping from her mind.  

Tall, taller than Shikamaru, and much taller than herself. Dark-haired and handsome. In another life, he might be the type she has a crush on. He doesn’t draw up the desire to itch to scratch until she draws blood, at least. No tingling sense that she should recognize him.  

“Nice to meet you,” She bows to him, politely, as he’s slipping off his shoes. She might not know him, but Shikamaru has assured his friend will do her no harm. He hums his response. Neutral to her. Sakura feels a bit uneasy, using her shoddy memory like some kind of party trick, but Shikamaru assures her the man is here to help her. And in order to do that, he needs to see the extent of the damage.  

The little cat hates the man, hissing until Shikamaru scruffs it, tucking it in his arms and petting at its orange fur until it calms itself to a respectable grumble.  

Sakura sits next to Shikamaru at the table, the little one they eat at in the kitchen, not the big one in the formal dining room. The man sits across from her. Shikamaru sets a pile of pictures in front of her. A stack of about a dozen id photos, her least favorite of the games he plays to check on how well the state of her memory is improving...or not.  

The first photo is, as it always is, Shikamaru, and enough to give her reassurance that she’ll be ok. She knows Shikamaru, even if she is unable to recognize the rest. “This is you, Nara Shikamaru. You like cloud-watching, napping, Shogi, and cigarettes.” She tells him, tapping her finger on his paper face. “Your favorite thing to eat—“ 

“Names will be just fine for now, thank you,” Shikamaru interrupts her before she can finish her sentence, flipping to the next photo. Giving her a wink to ease her discomfort. “No need to spill all of my secrets.” She knows the deal; some will be people she knows, some will be strangers. He tells her there are actual strangers in the pile, not just the ones she’s forgotten, but she’s unsure if he says it because it’s true or just to make her feel better. She already feels frazzled today and has little hope for how well this will go for her. 

Shikamaru flips through several others Sakura can name, Yamanaka Ino and Hyuuga Hinata, before she reaches one she cannot, a dark-haired, bowl-cut boy. She shakes her head, and he moves on, placing it in its own pile. The process continues until one picture lays left in the pile, different from the others.  

A group of four ninja. Three children and an adult. A Genin team. 

“That’s… me?” Confused, Sakura leans forward to pick up the picture, to look closer at the little faces. She is younger in the photo. Twelve or thirteen maybe. She has a forehead protector on, tied in her hair like a headband; her hair is long, down to her waist. Impractical. She runs her fingers through the ends of her own short hair. Is that why she cut it? She can’t remember. 

Shikamaru turns the piles over, spreading them out, revealing to the man how right or wrong she was. People she knows have details, information on the back; the ones she does not know are left blank. She does not look at her results, not wanting to know how not together her head is today. 

 A grumpy-looking blonde boy, arms crossed with a scowl dressed in bright orange to one side of her. A dark-haired boy on the other, sneering at the camera. They both look so angry compared to Sakura, like they’d rather not be there at all. 

Shikamaru gently pulls the picture from her hand, laying it back on the table. “Yes, that’s you.” 

“And Kakashi-sensei?” It’s the first time she’s referred to someone as nothing friendlier than just a full government name since the game started. Kakashi stands behind the boys, one hand on each of their heads. His visible eye crinkled like he finds the whole situation humorous. 

“Yes.” Shikamaru agrees again. 

“I am mad at Kakashi-sensei,” she tells him; it sort of slips out, accidentally . This feels wrong; Sakura’s not one to hold grudges against her loved ones.  

“Most days you are,” he informs her. She hates how good he is at not supplying her with extra information, hints she can use to twist her answers to dig for more. Forcing her to think, to divulge the answers for herself instead of him spoon-feeding them to her.  

“Why am I mad at Kakashi-sensei?” She asks, knowing she will not be given an answer, and if he does, it will be cryptic enough to give her a headache. 

 Shikamaru does surprise her when he lifts a hand to shake his wrist at her. Telling her, “You do not like remembering.” 

“Oh.” She looks down at her own wrists, her chakra cuffs covered by the long sleeves of her shirt. “Yeah. He put the cuffs on me.” 

“Do you remember why?” Shikamaru leads.  

Sakura thinks hard. “Something about...the team? Something happened with someone on the team?” 

“Yes,” he agrees.  

“He was mad at someone on the team... Was he mad at me?” Sakura looks at the Kakashi in the photo, scrunching her eyebrows together. The anxiety swells, an uptick in her heartbeat.  “Was he upset with me? Did I do something wrong?” 

“Not you, sweet girl, never you,” Shikamaru rubs her hand, grounding her a little, staving off her urge to dig her nails into her skin. Reaching over to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “The cuffs are for your safety, remember? Not a punishment.” 

“Who was he angry with then?” Sakura asks; she needs to know, to ease the ache growing in her heart.  

“The others,” Shikamaru nudges, drawing her attention back to the picture. Two remaining boys. As different as night and day, even if she does not know anything about them. She must, though. She’s in the picture with them; Kakashi-sensei is there; she’s smiling. Happy. She knows them... and yet... nothing.  

Sakura’s crying. Warm, wet tears slide down her face. She doesn’t know.   

“I don’t know,” she whispers, trying to bite back a sob, as she admits what she fears every time Shikamaru chooses to show her this photo. Half of its subjects unknown to her. Loved ones, teammates missing from her memory. “I don’t know.”  

Shikamaru lifts the picture, pinched between two fingers to dangle it beside the dark-haired man across the table from her. The dark-haired boy in the picture. The man. The boy. The man is the boy.  

She struggles for anything—any bit of memory of someone she once knew. Drawing a blank.  

She still doesn’t know. Not even with their faces side by side. 

“I think I am done playing this game,” she says, before rising to exit, so hurried she bumps into the corner of the table with her hip on her way out the door. Making it just into the hall before she collapses, sobbing—wailing—to the ground.  

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” Shikamaru coos as he follows her out. Petting at her hair as she cries. She hits at him weakly as he scoops her up to carry her to his futon—already out, waiting for her—he’s paying little mind to her fists. As if she's not stronger than the cat that keeps her company. Tucking her in snuggly, giving her forehead a kiss, leaving to tend to the guest as she cries herself to sleep.  

She doesn’t truly fall asleep—not really, more of a cat nap. And she can hear their voices when they move outside to play Shogi in the chilly air.  

“…Madara keeps…” 

“…best to keep him away…” 

“…only until he finds the jinchuriki…” 

“…not concerned himself with an injured girl..” 

“…leave Konoha to you…” 

She closes her eyes, the pressure of a headache building. All the pain meds are locked away; Shikamaru will have to get them out of the medicine cabinet for her.  

The conversation silences as she rises, fumbling as she makes her way over to slide open the door to the outside. The two look at her, sitting across one another with the house's nice heirloom Shogi board—the only set in the house with all of its pieces still intact—the forgotten man closer to her than Shikamaru. She pouts, leaning against the doorframe for support. “ ‘Maru, my head.”  

He beckons her with his hand; she walks over. The cat tottering along after her. Dizzy from her headache, she sways slightly. Resting a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady herself.  

The shock that pops under her hand is visible—a blimp of blue static, the sting enough to cause the tears that were welling in her eyes to pour over as she plops down to lay her pounding head in Shikamaru's lap. The cat hisses until she is settled. 

“Does that happen often?” The man questions, eyeing her carefully. Is he talking about the headache or the static shock?  

“Yeah,” Shikamaru says softly, always one to know what she does not, running his fingers through Sakura’s hair. “Yeah, it does.” 

Days pass. The man—Sasuke—she does her best to try to remember, stops by a few more times, bringing papers and documents for Shikamaru to look over. Lingering around where Sakura has chosen to lay about for the day.  

It’s almost odd, the way she remembers him day-to-day, but not anything from before her head injury.  

He’s not very chatty, and he sort of stares at Sakura a lot. He won’t talk about the team they shared, but it is probably weird to have someone that you’ve known for years have no idea who you are, so she lets that one slide. Sometimes she’ll catch him out of the corner of her eye and think his eyes seem red, like blood, but then he blinks, and they are just the same shade of onyx they always are.  

Despite his unfriendly demeanor, he always keeps himself close to Sakura. Often standing close enough to her, that she’ll turn and bump into him, causing one of those electrostatic shocks to pop lightly.  

He starts touching her too, light ones. The back of his hand across her shoulder. The brush of his arm against hers. Or his foot running along hers under the table. These don’t always bring the shocks, but when they do, they’re often harsher than the others.  

Sakura’s half-napping in Shikamaru’s bed, petting the cat as it lays curled beside her on the futon. Maybe a week after the man- Sasuke’s arrival. Shikamaru’s outside on the engawa, playing Shoji against himself, watching the clouds of the overcast day.  

Shikamaru calls out a hello, and she can vaguely hear bits and pieces of the following hushed conversation.  

“… inside her?” 

“…stored it somehow…” 

“…a whole fucking Chidori, Shikamaru!” The voice raises, well above a whisper.  

Chidori? Stopping her petting to reach over her shoulder, to run her fingers over the sprawling lightning-shaped scar.  

Had she been hit with a Chidori? She remembers the Chidori. Ozone and Lightning. Bird-like chirping.  

Kakashi-sensei uses the Chidori.  

She reaches back to the cat, going to brush her fingers over its fur. A shock jumps between them, strong enough to have the cat up and howling, and at the same time a migraine sparks, full force, out of nowhere. Leaving her gasping for breath already crying from pain.  

The door slides open, and both men come flying in. Shikamaru darts for the locked med cabinet, fumbling for pain pills and water. While the… Sasuke starts pulling curtains, ridding the room of daylight. 

They whisper in the corner for several minutes, debating on bringing out someone to look at her.  

“…trust him?” 

“I can assure you…” 

“Fine.” 

Sasuke has to go back into Konoha almost immediately, leaving Shikamaru to care for her. Helping her manage the migraine, helping her bathe, and tucking her back into his bed. Kissing her goodnight.  

Sakura is alone when she falls asleep and alone still when she wakes. Unusual, Shikamaru likes to sleep in. (And also assess how she’s feeling that day.) 

She pads barefoot out to the kitchen, where she finds Shikamaru and two men. One of them is Shikamaru's friend, Sasuke, and the other draws a blank. Unfamiliar. Grey hair. Glasses. She can tell immediately she does not like this man.  

She freezes in the doorway, wanting to retreat. To go back and hide in the bedding like a small child.  

“Love,” Shikamaru rises to pull her into the room, setting her in the seat he had been occupying, next to the unfavorable man, taking the empty seat on her other side.  

Sasuke moves to hover over her. “This is Kabuto. He is a doctor, one who’s here to check on how your head has been healing.” 

Sakura would like this man to be nowhere near her head. It takes several minutes of convincing to get her to agree to the physical inspection before she decides if she’ll let him scan her brain with his chakra.  

He checks her eyes first, a small flashlight to check her pupils dilation and eye tracking. He’s needlessly right on top of her as he does his examination, in a way that has Sakura goosebumping, despite the warmth of the kitchen.  

He checks her ears, her nose. Her mouth and teeth. Neither of which have anything to do with her injury. Shikamaru and Sasuke both look about as displeased with this as she feels. She immediately turns down a full-body physical. And yet, they talk her into letting the doctor lower chakra-coated hands on her head.  

The chakra flows through her brain; Sakura can feel it creeping its way along the scarred tissue. It’s been healing itself, autonomously, slowly , the worst of the damage in her frontal lobe. He's not keeping it tight to the organ, not the way Sakura’s own is spread cellularly thin across the surface. Like he’s searching for something other than her hastily healed wound.  

She cycles her chakra alongside his, flowing along at his search. He says nothing, but his lips are pulling down in a deep frown.  

She finds the spot he’s searching for just before he does. A patch in her chakra paths, right in the center of her forehead. It's ragged and cauterized, and the scarring is fresh enough chakra is still swirling around it.  

Kabuto’s chakra catches up, pooling over the spot; suddenly his chakra is sharp, cutting through the scarred tissue.  

She tries to physically push him off her, but she’s not nearly fast (or strong) enough as the bolt of electricity chases his chakra, jumping from her to him. Sasuke moves nearly as fast as the bolt in between the two, one hand on Sakura and one on Kabuto, pulling the shock from her and sending it into the other man.  

Sakura slumps in her chair, letting her chakra heal her as it sees fit. Taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. She had known the man had ill intentions and let them talk her into it anyway. 

Kabuto lies on the ground, recovering from the shock. Sasuke hovering menacingly above him. 

 “You’d better have something good to say.” His voice is cold, like the hard freeze of winter. 

“What the fuck was that?” Kabuto shakily rises to his knees, adjusting his glasses.  

“You tell me, doctor ,” Sasuke hisses, grabbing the doctor by his collar and shaking him.  

“Right here,” Kabuto taps the center of his forehead. “It’s right here. It’s trapped. She’s healing the damage storing it is causing as it’s happening. Autonomously.” 

“How would one store a…something like that?” Shikamaru asks doubtfully.  

Sakura closes her eyes. Tired. So tired.  

“Exceedingly good chakra control. Unbelievable amounts of skill. Years and years of training specialized training to handle lightning chakra. You would have to already have the systems in place, the ability to siphon off chakra, and somewhere to place the chakra already set to go.” 

That would be an insane thing to try and do. Lightning chakra is notoriously fickle. Storing it long term would be nearly impossible.  

“Either her body’s trying to diffuse it out slowly, in small controlled bursts,” Kabuto pauses, pushing up his glasses.  

“Or?” Shikamaru asks worriedly. 

“Or she can’t keep up with it. The chakra is burning its way out faster than she can heal it.”

Chapter 8