#inoichi smut

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

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

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

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

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

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

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

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

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cinder-rose]

I wrote 1.3k of Shikaku X Inoichi X Reader smut

[issybee06]

Because…

Part iii

Warnings: swearing, the council, violence, blood, poison, field surgery, scars, body image issues, Hatakes has dog teeth, flashbacks of every kind!, drinking

Eesome

(Adj.) pleasing to the eye

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“I don't want to go to the academy, Ka-chan.”

The tall woman sighed, pushing her short red hair out of her face as she dragged the little 5-year-old.

“Chibi-chan…I know you don't want to go, but you have to.”

The little girl puffed her cheeks, glaring forward, “it's gonna stink.”

The red-haired woman sighed, adjusting her yukata as she walked, “and remember, Kushina-san is going to pick you up because I have to return to the capital.”

The little girl frowned, fist-grabbing her dress skirt while she willed tears not to rise. The Academy was in view and she couldn't help but look down at her feet as they walked.

As the got to the entrance the woman smiled, raising a hand in greeting, “Sakumo-kun, hey!”

The white-haired man jumped a bit, startled by the red-haired woman's loud voice. When he saw who it was, he returned the smile and nervously waved back, “Risa-Hime, Kon'nichiwa.”

He looked down at the small girl, who ducked behind her mother's leg. She peaked out, studying the white-haired man with calculating eyes. Looking to his side, she was surprised to she a mini version of him but with a mask.

She furrowed her brows at him, and he glared back.

The man placed his hand on the little boy's head, ruffling his spiky hair.

“You remember Risa-Hime, right Kakashi?”

The woman laughed lightly, “Probably not…been a while since we've been away from the capital…”

She nudged the girl out, “(Y/n)…this is my very good friend Hatake Sakumo, and his son Kakashi. Sakumo and I were on the same Genin team.”

The girl cautiously came out from behind her mother, cheeks red as she bowed.

“Its very nice to meet you!”

Sakumo nervously laughed, “gosh, last time you brought her to the village she was just a baby.”

He smiled down at the girl, “it's very nice to meet you too, (Y/n)-hime.”

He nudged the boy, “Kakashi, why don't you and (Y/n)-hime walk to the classroom together?”

The boy frowned but nodded silently, and looked at the Girl.

“…lets go.”

She nodded with a light blush, following him as he walked through the gate.

The parents watched, Risa biting her thumb nail as she watched the little girl disappear.

Sakumo huffed with a smile, “…never thought we'd be parents.”

Risa snorted, “I was never going to be a parent, but you? You were always going to be a dad Sakumo, your too…”

He huffed, “too what?”

She smirked, “dog like.”

He pursed his lips, looking away, “…im not dog Like.”

She chuckled, her teeth still butting at her nail.

He looked over at her, frowning at her nail-biting, “I see you still have that habit.”

She narrowed her green eyes at him, and he chuckled.

“I do not, Baka…”

Opening my eyes, I groaned quietly. Inching my way to my alarm clock, I died a little inside when it read “7:20am”.

Great, only 4 hours of sleep.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as Saké jumped onto the bed to great me. He cried, pawing at me as he demanded to be let out of my tiny room so that he could get breakfast. He’ll probably bother Genma for it, Genma usually spoils the Ragdoll by feeding him egg scraps.

I sit up, scooting to the end of the bed before sliding on slippers. Looking down at my cloths, I make a face realizing I slept in my work pants. I kick the slippers off before shimming out of my pants, kicking them to the corner. I go to my draw, pulling out cotton shorts.

After getting redressed, I open my door and almost get tripped as Saké darts between my legs to trot down the hall.

“Fucking cat…”

I stumbled down the hall, accidentally bumping the corner as I entered the kitchen/living room area, and groaned. After living in this apartment for four years, you'd think I'd know how to avoid the corners.

I opened the fridge, grabbing the egg crate and the wet cat food. I placed the crate on the counter before grabbing a small bowl from the shelf and putting a spoonful of wet food in it. I placed it on the ground and huffed a laugh as Saké raced over to pig out.

Genma yawned as he walked out of his room, bare-chested. He scratched his head, squinting his eyes, “w…why the hell are you up?”

I clench my jaw, cracking an egg before putting into the pan.

“Meeting about that S-class poison. Forgot all bout it…”

Genma hums, walking over to rest his chin on my shoulder, “Eggs for me too?”

I smile, patting his cheek, “yeah, you too.”

A lot of people thought we were dating since we live together and are very close, but it was only because we found comfort in each other's company. I wouldn't say I'd never date Genma, but as years have gone by he's become like family to me.

He hummed, “how late will you be?”

Shrugging, I dish out two plates of eggs, purposely dropping a good size piece for Saké.

“Not too late, it's just a meeting.”

He nods, taking his plate to the table as begins to eat. I sit down across from him, blowing on my eggs before putting them in my mouth. Biting down, I felt a crunch and frown when I realized shells had gotten in. Extra protein I guess.

Saké, having finished the scrap I dropped for him, now was weaving his body around our legs and loudly begging for more. Genma giggled like a 5-year-old, dropping more for the Ragdoll. He really did spoil that cat.

I stood, emptying the rest of my eggs onto Genmas plate. “Im running late, clean up for me?”

He made a noise, egg in his mouth and I took it as a ‘yes’. I go down the hall To the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it.

I pulled my shirt off, then unhooked my bra with a sigh of contentment. I really needed a bra with a better wire, this one stabbed my armpits and didn't support me at all. I than shimmied out of my shorts and underwear, kicking it to the basket.

I then to the mirror, pulling my short hair into a bun. I frown slightly, eyes catching the long ugly scar going down my front.

Rin… did a good job, but she was mediocre at healing scars. I owe her my life, but I couldn't help the itching in the back of my head that told me that the scar made me…ugly. I, of course, know scars are not meant to be seen as ugly, but as marks that show I was still alive…but I still felt that ich.

Jumping into the shower, I scrub myself down from head to toe in lavender soap. It was calming, and coming from a clan that had animal…characteristics on my father's side, the smell wouldn't be too overpowering. I was also thinking of the Inuzuka that would be present, Inuzuka Tsume, and the silver Anbu that would be hiding in the rafters.

After cleaning, I jump out and towel-dry before walking across the hall to my room, getting a low and teasing whistle from Genma.

I walked back out, hitting Genma in the head with a scroll. I walk to the door, pulling my shinobi sandles on.

“sayonara.”

He grinned, “aw, no good bye kiss?”

He began to pucker his lips, making loud smooching sounds as he tried to grab me. I giggle, pushing his face away, “you wish.”

He gasps dramatically, “Oh dear Princess of Konoha! You wound me so!”

I roll my eyes, “Ittekimasu, Genma.”

He smiles, “Ittekimasu, (Y/n). Be safe out there.”

I smile, standing and opening the door, “I always am.”

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“…so as you can see, our research shows that the poison drives from Fungis. Now, if we can narrow down which one, we can create the necessary cure and/or antidote.”

I finish, placing my notes down as the rest of the visible people in the room nod, murmuring.

Tsume huff, “and you suggest that the Inuzukas find this mushroom, yes?”

I nod, “Hai. With your powerful sense of smell, this would be elementary level for you.”

Play her, paise her and she'll take the bait.

The older Kunoichi smirked, “hm, so the Chibi Hatake wasn't up for this?”

I bristle a bit, and Inoichi stands, “Anbu have more pressing missions, you however are free since you are just now come I G out of maternity leave.”

She huffed, “second one was harder to train then Hana, not my fault.”

I smiled, “so will you take the mission?”

She waved me off, and I frowned, “Yeah, yeah. I'll do it, just give me the sent so I can get this over with.”

Setsuko walks out, handing the wolfish woman a glass vial containing the poison. Tsume pops the cap open, and blue fumes waft out. She smifts the air around it, careful not to sniff the actual poison. With a shiver, she seals the Vail, “That's a strong smell, how do you work with this Senju-hime?”

My mouth goes into a straight line, and I don't respond. My father's Side was…a touchy subject.

She hums, handing the Vail back to Setsuko. She stands, and Inoichi and Ibiki stand as well, “Arigatō, Tsume-sama. This is very helpful for us.”

She scoffs, waving Inoicho off, “Call it a favor from an old friend.”

He smiles, and the crowfeet by his eyes become more apparent. He walks out with her, and Ibiki follows after. Setsuko and I begin to clear up the office room, gathering the extra poison vials and notes.

I look up, and I see that stupid dog mask smiling down at me as he crouches on a beam. Setsuko looks over, smiling, “ready?”

I roll My neck, “ah, not yet. I'm gonna hang back and read over the notes one more time. I'll catch up, kay?”

The younger girl blushes, nodding, “H-hai, Senju-hime. See you back at the lab.”

She leaves, slipping out the metal door and closing behind her.

“…shes cute.”

“Shes not your type.”

He jumps down, landing soundlessly onto the table, not even making a tube rattle.

“Maa, I wasn't talking about for me.”

“Shes Not my type either, she's 16.”

He huffs lighly, a laugh.

“16? And working in TI?”

I look boredly over at him, “look who's talking, Mr. “I joined Anbu at 13”.”

He leans back on his hands, crisscrossing his legs as he tilts his head playfully, “I was asked.”

I hum, crossing my arms, “still did it.”

He hums back, tilting his head to the other side, “saw what you did, with Tsume-sama. You played her.”

I scoff, “I did no such thing, honestly I'm appalled you'd even suggest I played a clan head.”

I was grinning, and I could tell he was too busy his his chakra warmed a bit.

I furrow my brows at him, “what?”

He gave a snort of a laugh, “your accent.”

I raise my brow, “accent?”

He raised a hand, gesturing to me, “When you talk for long enough, you say things in a snooty capital accent.”

I scoff, laughing as I shove him, “I do not have a snooty capital accent.”

He laughs, jumping off the table, “you do though! Ever since we were kids!”

I roll my eyes, opening the door as he follows After me.

“I don't have an accent…”

He huffed, walking with md to the lab, “It's gotten less noticeable since you first moved here, but it's there.”

I shake my head, opening the door to the lab and peaking in to make sure Setsuko east in there. Sighing, I open it more.

“It was a light accent when I got here! Barely noticeable.”

He scoffed, walking in as I shut the door. He sat down in my rolly chair, “it was so bad I couldn't understand you for two weeks, (Y/n).”

I shake my head, moving over next to him to place the vials back into their protective case. He leans back, watching me.

“It was not a bad accent...”

He chuckles, “no…it was cute, you used to get so frustrated when people picked on you for it. Never seen someone get so red.”

I scoff, looking down at the dog mask.

“Yeah? And was it cute when I punched Ebisu in the face because of it?”

“No, that was hilarious and I wish I had a video of it.”

I roll my eyes at Him, reading over my notes. Kakashi and I were close…we’d been closed since we first met, considering his close our parents were.

Sure…we didn't talk for a sold 2 years after the nine-tails, but now things started to feel normal…even if it was only when he had that stupid Dog mask on. When he didn't, he got quiet, barely speaking when he did talk, and couldn't hold any eye contact. Kskashi without inu…was the same Kakashi who lost his team and family.

But when he had that mask on, he was hiding that side of him. He was fearless, playful, and more open…

It was Inu, not Kakashi.

“Are you coming with all of us to Ichirakus?”

He shifted s bit, his chakra growing colder.

“Ah, no. I have a mission tonight, sorry.”

I frown a bit, concerned. He had been taking back-to-back missions more often, A and S class mostly. My eyes softened for him, understanding why.

It was his escape, however unhealthy it was, he needed the rush of a mission to keep him going. He craved it, like a drug, and no matter how many times he tries to quit he'd go back full force the next day.

The only way he was leaving the anbu was either being pulled…of death.

………………………………………………………………………….

“-AND I WON'T CRY FOR YOU! I WON'T CRUCIFY THE THINGS YOU DoOoO!”

I burst out laughing, leaning drunkenly on Genma as we all watch Gai sing off toon to music from the karaoke massine.

We left Ichiraku hours ago and had stumbled in here after Asuma challenged Gai to a singing competition, and I've got to say, Gsi sure did have some pipes.

Maybe the ciggerets were ruining peoples voices, because Asuma couldn't hold a note to save his life.

Kurenai and Asuma burst out laughing, falling out of their seat as Gai began to dance magic mike style to the music. Gai Really was the life of every party, always so bright and good.

I smiled softly, and I looked over at Genma. Smirking, I follow his eyes to the bar area.

“You should go talk to her.”

His face turned Scarlett, “w-what?! I can't do that!”

I roll mg eyes, “go on. I need the apartment to myself something, you know?”

He kissed my cheek, “thank you wing man.”

I smiled as I watched him go, noticing all my friends were getting tired. Asuma, who was less drunk than Kurenai pulled her up, “I'll walk her Home, you got Gai?”

I nod, smiling, “always.”

“-WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE! A YELLOW SUB-MUFF?!”

I groan, coving the tall mans mouth, “Gai, my love, I beg of you to shut up.”

He smiled lazily, resting his head on mine and we walked to his apartment, “but that song is sooooo youthful.”

I laugh, shaking my head at Him as I help him up the stairs.

“Keys, Gai.”

He clumsily hands them over, and I giggle down at the little turtle charm.

I help him in, steering him towards his room. I wince as I bumps into a corner, but he just giggles.

As soon as he hit his bed, he was out, and I moved his trash can over to his bed if he got sick.

Walking to his kitchen I filled a glass of water up, then went to his bathroom to dig up Advil for his ragging headache that was sure to come in the morning.

After double checking the windows, I close the door behind me. I walk down the stairs, wrapping my jacket closer to my body to protect myself from the cold.

I walked home, eyes on the snowy ground. I was sobering up, and couldn’t help but let my thoughts wonder to my silver headed friend.

He…really was in a hurry to die. Back to back A and S class missions weren’t healthy for any shinobi, especially one with Kakashis mind. It was too…broken, off center.

“I swear, I’m going to force him into therapy..” I mumble as I climb my stairs, opening my door.

I draw back, my sensitive nose filling with the smell of iron.

I draw my kunai out, holding it at the ready as I scan my living room. No one.

I move forward, sensing Chakra from the bathroom.

I silently pad towards the door, kunai up and ready to strike. I twist the knob, and walk in with my sharp canines bared and my kunai raise.

My eyes widen, and I drop the kunai.

“K-Kakashi?”

He looked over at me lazily, sitting in my tub as blood flowed out from his side. Saké, was next to him.

“W-what the fuck?! Why didn’t you go to the hospital?!”

I go to grab him, completely sober now, but he just snaps at me, baring his own canines at me and I only now come to realize both masks are gone.

“N-no. No hospital.” He glares, gasping air as he groans and hits his head on the back wall.

“F-fix me. I-I trust you.”

My eyes widen and I look absolutely terrified, “I-I can’t do medical ninjutsu! You know that!”

He grabs my hand, blood making stains on my skin. His mismatching eyes look at me half lidded, “I. trust. you.”

Then he passes out, slumped over himself and bleeding out in my tub. Of fucking course he does.

I groan, looking up as I will myself not to cry.

“You stupid asshole…”

[succikko-spicy]

Naruto Kinktober 2023: Day 16

Prompts: Ino-Shika-Cho + Regained Nip Sensation after Top Surgery + Sexual tension + Oral sex

Pairing: Inoichi x Choza x Shikaku Content: Trans character / Fingering / Nipple play / Oral sex / Biting / Threesome

Dads get horny too.

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[Image ID: A cropped preview of a digital drawing of Inoichi between Choza and Shikaku. Shikaku is sucking on his nip while Choza is biting his shoulder. /.End ID]

[senjutsunade]

This blog is penned by Typo Queen. So yes, you will see a lot of typo's on here. They are the bane of my existence.

This blog primarily functions on AU's with Finger Seizure (FS - @konohagakurekakashi) & Crazy Insomniac ( CI - @minaa-munch).

Beyond the AU's default verse will be Godiame days.

The blog follows this TIMELINE.

This blog welcomes creative asks. Rude ones and ones with sexual innuendos will be ignored and deleted. Character building ones will be respected and adored.

This blog will NOT write smut. Never. Its off the table. Nothing can convince the mun otherwise.

There are an endless amount of HC's on this blog. The basic idea stays the same but there are head-canons and references that might be unexpected. ➤ Tsunade's mother is a Yamanaka. ➤ Inoichi is Tsunade's second cousin. ➤ Namikaze Minato (whose grandmother was a Yamanaka) is third cousins with Tsunade. Headcanon shared with @minaa-munch. ➤ Tsunade knew kid Kakashi. After Sakumo's death, she'd sometimes bring the brat groceries and was gracious enough to allow him to cook her dinner. Kindness may as well be her middle name. Headcanon shared with @konohagakurekakashi. ➤ Tsunade was temporary sensei of the Inoichi, Shikaku and Choza's gennin team while their sensei was recovering from a bad injury. She led the cell for a month. ➤ Tsunade is not as 'light' as typically considered. During the second shinobi war, she wasn't just creating antidotes to Chiyo's poisons. She was also manipulating the formula to make them deadlier and use them against Suna. Quite a few of the techniques used by the T&I are failed medical technique experiments of hers. She is a kunoichi first and foremost. ➤ She cares deeply for her team-mates. They are all fucked up in their own ways and drift apart but her feelings for them never change. Even after she becomes Godiame, and Orochimaru is considered enemy, does not mean she does not care for the stupid snake and she mourns his 'death' as she mourns Jiraiya, later on. This is why you will see a LOT of sannin content on here. Those three deserved better, damn it!

A lot of stuff you sill see on here is from the following verses:

#Blind Incandescence - Detective AU

Tsunade, a medical student in her final year, abandons her dreams to seek justice for her murdered brother, Senju Nawaki. Frustrated with the lack of progress, she teams up with rookie detective Namikaze Minato. Their investigation reveals a larger conspiracy, leading them to start a successful private investigation company. Three years later, a promising tip results in the murders of Minato, his partner Kushina, and the informant, leaving Tsunade in deeper despair and in charge of the agency alone. Nearly a decade later, she continues to search for answers while running Konoha's top detective agency with her partners (who also act as headaches) Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi.

#Survivors Guilt - Minato Lives AU

Things did not go as planned during Naruto's birth. Minato had expected to die alongside Kushina, their fates intertwined in a final act of sacrifice. But fate had other designs-he survived. Heartbroken and shattered by the loss of his beloved, he was left to care for their newborn son. The Kyubi's chakra, however, began to devour him from within. Unlike Kushina, he did not possess the Uzumaki bloodline to shield him from the sinister side effects of sealing a biju's chakra within himself. Kakashi stood by, a terrified and powerless as he watched his mentor's agony unfold. Desperation gnawed at him, propelling him to seek the one person who might be able to save Minato - Senju Tsunade. Yet she was a ghost, a legend hidden within the vast, unforgiving expanses of the Shinobi world. Days turned into a relentless countdown. Each passing moment, a step closer to Minato's demise. With time slipping through their fingers, hope seemed as elusive as the winds whispering through the leaves of Konoha, and the shadows of the past closed in around them, darker and more foreboding, with each heartbeat.

#Ten Miles Too Close - Rogue Minato AU

Set against the backdrop of war-torn Konoha - Minato is a rogue shinobi who finds himself haunted by his past and his unfulfilled dreams. He struggles with the weight of his choices, particularly the decision that led him to become a missing-nin, an outcast from his village, Konoha. Tsunade seeks him out, bringing into the narrative her own bitterness over Konoha's need to keep taking from her shinobi. Bitterness and distrust festering within her, she is relentless in her questioning of his choices. His encounter with Tsunade makes the two navigate the delicate balance between trust and betrayal, loyalty, regret, and the haunting specter of their shared history.

#Rinne-Whoops (Who Died and Brought you Back out)

The title says it all really. Was meant to be a thread. Mutated into a novella. Didn't stop there.... The gist of it is Pein's final resurrection had unintended consequences, bringing back more than it should have. The yondaime has risen again - a return neither he nor Konoha is prepared for. 

For more details, there is a whole rules page, verses page and headcanons page - all forever a work in progress project.

[ao3feed-hashimada]

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by Anonymouskuchiki

Rumors are spread around konoha that Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura and Ino are all cheating on each other with each other, forcing the quad to come out in an attempt to dispel the rumors. How will their newly revived family members take it?

Words: 3611, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto, Yamanaka Ino, Uchiha Itachi, Namikaze Minato, Uchiha Obito, Nohara Rin, Uzumaki Kushina, Uchiha Fugaku, Haruno Mebuki, Haruno Kizashi, Yamanaka Inoichi, Karin (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hatake Kakashi, Yahiko (Naruto), Konan (Naruto), Hoozuki Suigetsu, Uchiha Mikoto, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Other Naruto Character(s)

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto/Yamanaka Ino, Uchiha Sasuke/Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto/Yamanaka Ino, Namikaze Minato/Uzumaki Kushina, Uchiha Fugaku/Uchiha Mikoto, Deidara/Uchiha Itachi, Konan/Nagato | Pain/Yahiko, Hoozuki Suigetsu/Karin, Hatake Kakashi/Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito, Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Overpowered Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto is ripped, Namikaze Minato Lives, Uchiha Itachi Lives, Uzumaki Kushina Lives, Everyone Is Gay, Polyamory, Coming Out, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uzumaki Naruto, Top Uchiha Sasuke, Good Parent Uchiha Fugaku, Fuuinjutsu Master Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Itachi Being a Good Brother, Strong Haruno Sakura, Sharingan User Hatake Kakashi, Nohara Rin Lives, Uchiha Shisui Lives, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Fluff and Smut, Uzumaki Naruto is a Ray of Sunshine, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Post-Fourth Shinobi War

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[animedaddymilkers]

Kinkmas 2020: Day 21

Prompt: Yandere/Spanking w/ Inoichi

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Yandere, Mutual Pining, Implied Stalking, Mild Dubcon, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Aftercare || Characters: Inoichi Yamanka, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

this fic contains yandere and mild dubcon themes, if that makes you uncomfortable please do not read!

With a content sigh, you unlocked the front door to your apartment, a slight fuzziness blurring your vision and limbs thanks to the alcohol coursing through your veins. Your keys were discarded into the cutesy trinket tray, your shoes kicked off into the ever-growing pile nearby. The date was an okay one, nothing extremely exciting but, hey, he was cute and it was a fun time. It may have sounded obnoxious when said out loud, but no men your age interested you. Not like you didn't give a plethora of them chances, and you still made friends with most of them. You just never seemed to form that romantic attachment you craved so desperately. What that said about your mental health wasn't totally lost on you, but not like you could (or wanted) to do a whole lot about it.

The sweater covering your shoulders was thrown onto a chair, your constricting belt quickly following as you made your way to your bedroom. At first, you didn't notice it, didn't notice anything at all. You simply continued walking on past the kitchen and living room, into your bedroom where you stripped your shirt and pants off. Trudging back out to the bathroom in your underwear and bra, your brows furrowed. You didn't remember turning one of the lights on… Chalking it up to the kitchen stove light you always left on, you continued your mission of brushing your teeth and face. When you came back out of the bathroom, you headed to the kitchen for a glass of water, freezing when you saw a figure sitting in one of your chairs, contently reading a book.

"S-Sir?!" the big kitchen light was on, illuminating the stoic face of one of Konoha's strongest shinobi.

The older blond man placed his book down, seeming annoyed it took you this long to notice him before he started with a huff, "I pay all my employees well, even ones as low down on the ladder as you. One would think that allows for better locks. And it's about time you arrived home, considering you have work tomorrow, no?"

Confusion was about the only emotion you could feel as your boss all but scolded you, besides the dull horny you always felt when it came to the man in front of you, though you suppressed that part for now, "Better wha- What the hell are you doing in my house?!"

Inoichi stood slowly, towering over you and making you regret the harsh tone you used, "Because it seems you forgot whom you belong to, dearest rosebud."

Besides the fact that his reply gave you more questions than answers, you silently gasped at the pet name he used. It was the same pet name your secret admirer had been using for you. You never saw the constant flower bouquets, food deliveries, or expensive gifts as harmful. They were, if anything, an ego boost to you thus far. All delivered to you with the sweetest notes, describing how ethereal you were, and always addressing you as rosebud, albeit also sounding a bit possessive. Additionally, in the six months, you had been receiving gifts, you hadn't been on any dates, instead choosing to focus on your new career supporting the Torture and Interrogation Department. A career that found you moving up the ladder fast, though you were still just doing menial tasks. Briefly, you wondered how much Inoichi had to do with those promotions, but he took a step towards you, cupping your face in his hand, and tore you from your thoughts.

"I think it's about time you come home. To your true home, don't you?"

Your heart thumped loudly in your throat and you nodded against your better judgment, "I do."

The smile you were met with sent a warm tingle through your body, and you returned a smile of your own. Inoichi nodded and picked his book up from the table, his other hand patting the top of your head. The silent praise had your chest swelling with pride for some reason unknown to you. It should have alarmed you how easily you accepted his offer, though you rationalized that you didn't have much choice, fearing that if you rejected him the trained ninja would take you anyways. Better to go willingly than be taken by force, right? Well, that and you were still a bit tipsy.

Before long, you were tucked snugly into the side of the blond man, his arm wrapped protectively around you. The route to his home was longer than it should have been, you suspected he was purposely avoiding the main streets. Being a high ranking shinobi taking a girl home during the early hours of the morning would raise questions. Especially a girl that worked under him. His warm touch was protecting you from the cold and the smell of his expensive cologne was intoxicating. It had you snuggling into his side more, an act which made him smile, he knew his rosebud wouldn't deny him. This definitely proved you deserved a present larger than anything he gifted you previously.

The Yamanaka clan complex was expansive and the main house was nothing to sneeze at either, easily dwarfing your apartment several times over. He led you inside, showing you around and you took notice of how similar his place was to yours. Not in the layout or big furniture pieces, but he had the same type of napkins, your favorite drinks, even your shampoo in his bathroom which you assumed was his daughter's. It didn't dawn on you until he took you on a tour of his room just how deep you were in. In his room, you found clothing that was unmistakably yours, items that had gone missing months ago and some just last week. They ranged from shirts and leggings to underwear and even a pillowcase. You tried not to take note of how some pieces were stained with white spots. Uneasiness began to grow in your gut as you wondered what exactly you had gotten yourself into when your phone buzzed with a notification. You pulled it out, only to have Inoichi take it from you and punch in your passcode.

His face soured, "You really think that lowlife deserves a second date? Before you give me even <em>one</em>? Disgusting."

Your date from earlier must have texted back after you replied you wanted to see him again. He was about to slide your phone onto the dresser when it began to ring. If the scowl on his face told you anything, it was, unfortunately, your date calling. The guy did say he preferred talking over text and at the time, you didn't mind, but now, it was really rather annoying.

"Answer it. Reject him. Reject him like you know you want to," the direction was clear and stern, leaving no room for discussion as he thrust the phone in your direction.

Nervously, you took the device from him and answered the call. Rejecting someone, in general, was an anxiety-inducing task, but to have an overbearing admirer glare you down while doing so was all the more nerve-wracking. Your voice wavered slightly as you talked and although Inoichi still frowned, his hands played through your hair, skimming the ends of your locks. The guy on the other end was rightfully confused while you explained you never wanted to see him again because just an hour ago you texted you were looking forward to it. Part of you hoped he would pick up on the odd behavior and come after you, but the realistic part of your brain told you the boy was too daft and a measly coward. The opposite of the man in front of you.

Once the call was complete the smile returned to the blonde's face, "Good flower! I knew you wanted to be with me. But-," his face fell again, a look of complete seriousness that made you swallow hard, "I can't forgive your little indiscretion. Not yet. It seems you need a punishment to truly remind you of whom you belong to, rosebud."

Your face grew cold at the implications, yet still, you allowed Inoichi to lead you towards the bed. He sat on the edge and patted his expansive thighs, hardened with all the training he did. You should be refusing, should be running far, far away from this situation. But, it was too tempting. How many times does the man you fantasize about return your affections so vigorously? Additionally, a spanking from him sounded like time well spent and you did deserve it for trying to date someone else when you were meant for him. You laid yourself across his legs, the pants you haphazardly put on before leaving being tugged down to your knees. His hands caressed your backside, massaging your ass cheeks before giving a playful swat to them.

"Count them. If you lose count we start over. We'll stop when I think you've learned your lesson. Got it?"

You nodded before squeaking out a, "Yes, daddy."

The name seemed to both please and shock the man, as his hand stalled in mid-air before he grinned. Then, he brought his hand down to your cheek, prompting you to call out the number. A second smack was quick to follow onto the other cheek along with a third, his hands only stalling to hear you mutter out the number. Thankfully, he was merciful in his technique, alternating cheeks and making sure to smack the untouched parts of your backside. A couple even landed harshly on your folds, the wetness gathering there only intensifying the pleasure-pain you felt. After spank thirty, it was hard to find an area that wasn't welting up, and so he went over the areas he already smacked. It made it all the more sensitive as your legs jerked slightly and hands clutched at the comforter beneath you. Your ass was raw and bleeding slightly in a few places, yet still, his hands struck you, enjoying each conflicted whine that left your mouth.

At fifty, you prayed he would be finished, but he kept on spanking, making sure to land more smacks over your pussy. He'd make comments that were a mix of degrading praise about how wet you were for him and how well he was going to fuck you. The promise of being railed by the ever-growing hard-on beneath you was the only thing keeping you from begging him to stop. You were determined to be a good girl for your daddy, despite the burning pain you felt on your rear. Somewhere in the midst of the sixties, you actually came on his hand after he smacked your pussy again, earning rumbling praise from the man above you. Finally, at seventy-five, he stopped, most likely because his hands were sore at this point too. Your reprieve was capitalized by him affectionately rubbing and massaging your abused cheeks as if it pained him to hurt you. Without restraint, you whined into his chest as he held you, hips grinding down against his.

He laughed softly and kissed along your jaw, "Have you learned your lesson? Are you ready to accept me as your one and only?"

"Yes, I've learned my lesson, daddy. You're the only one I want in my life. Now and always, please never leave me," you held onto his shirt as you locked gazes with him, your best puppy dog eyes on display.

They worked their intended magic, as you could see his expression soften almost immediately, "Good little blossom. I'll never leave your side and you'll never leave mine. Especially not after we become one, petal."

The notion was intoxicating, being loved by someone so much they'd do anything for you. But right now, the love you needed was physical and with the goal dangling right above your head, you were desperate to reach it. Your hands slid under his shirt and peeled it off, your own being removed soon after. Within a flash, you both were naked and kissing each other feverishly. Inoichi laid back on the bed's pillows, admiring the sight of you perched atop him. You didn't mind being on top, taking the advantage to push his cock into you quickly. As you sank down on him, his hands stroked up and down your thighs, giving a testing thrust up into you. You sat on his cock as much as your body would allow and without hesitation, began to bounce yourself on him. He sighed in pleasure as you wrapped around him so perfectly, telling you he expected nothing less from his perfect rosebud. The praise drove you wild, finally getting the recognition you deserved, albeit in the form of compliments on your sex technique.

When your thigh muscles began to clam up from overuse he laid your body down on top of him. His thick arms wrapped around your torso and he wasted little time in thrusting up into you. Hands caressed your shoulders and he locked gazes with you, unable to tear his eyes away from your face. In the midst of your passionate throes, Inoichi couldn't help but get lost in your otherworldly beauty, only the noises you made and the movement of his hips kept him grounded. It felt like your pussy was made for him, wrapping around him so perfect and driving him insane, he had trouble restraining himself from fucking into you harder. His lips met yours fiercely, kissing and holding onto you like you might disappear at any time. You put a hand on his cheek as you kissed him back and snaked a hand down between your bodies to rub at your clit. Though, your hand was soon removed, being replaced by one of Inoichi's, who explained he was determined to be the one who pleased you. As if you'd have any qualms about that.

His surprisingly smooth fingertips rubbed at your clit and with the constant feeling of his cock pounding against your cervix, you quickly came a second time. Yet still, his fingers kept moving, only stopping for a brief moment to let you ride out your high. The look on his face let you know he was close to orgasm himself, the blush covering his cheeks made your own heat up. Seeing the older blond man so lost in ecstasy, lost in your body, was absolutely pussy clenching. He groaned and held onto you tighter, his face burying into your neck as he moaned your name. The number of times you imagined him calling out your name in pleasure had absolutely nothing on the real thing. You whined into his chest and dug your nails into his shoulder, relishing in the way his cock pounded into your hole, hitting the same spot over and over. Every little thing was mind-blowing when added together and when you heard Inoichi announce he was cumming inside of you, you easily spiraled into another orgasm of your own. You clenched around his twitching cock, milking him for all he was giving you.

After you coaxed a second orgasm from Inoichi you let him pull out, both panting hard and nearly passed out. Yet somehow, he managed to get you into the bathtub and cleaned you up, personally washing you as he whispered constant praises in your ear. You nearly fell asleep like that, if it wouldn't have been for the cold surrounding you once the water was drained. Inoichi sat you down in front of the vanity after he dried your body and affectionately brushed your hair while blow-drying it. Again, the attention and repetitive actions almost put you to sleep, your daddy coaxing you awake with kisses to your jaw. He instructed you to pick out something to wear in the closet while he waited for you in the bed. You assumed he meant to pick something of his to wear for the night, but once you entered the expansive walk-in closet, it all became a bit too clear. The wall opposite of what you assumed was Inoichi's was filled with clothes that fit your exact aesthetic. A few flips through and it confirmed, they were all in your size, some items were exact copies of things you had in your closet, others literal things that you had gone missing. The sight should have disgusted you, creeped you out, something. But looking at the wall of clothes and shoes all you could think of was how thoughtful it was of him to so thoroughly prepare for you moving in.

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KINTOBER BAYBEEE 🎃

DAY 4:

BONDAGE w/ INOICHI

If anything, his rope work was beautiful. It wrapped from your neck, across your chest, at the peak of your hips, and further to places you couldn’t see without damn near choking yourself. Granted, you were currently stuck in it, with no way to escape, unable to move your arms, or even your ankles. He was watching you test exactly what you could move from across the room, and when you met his bright gaze, you huffed, “I’m stuck.” Inoichi hummed back at you, eyes trailing along the bare length of your bounded body, “Yes,” it was a drawl, and you could practically see the humor in his eyes, “I do believe that is the point of this.”

He of course, was right, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to wiggle and twist against your rope bindings, you hadn’t even noticed him stand, or take steps towards you, “You’re going to give yourself rope burn.” You turned your gaze to him, stopping to admire the way the light illuminated his form, he was right, again. You could already feel the slight burn of pain from your useless tugging, but it didn’t stop you from attempting to test the wiggle room you had.

Inoichi’s hand tugged at the rope that wrapped around your waist, and every part of your body seemed to tighten, you gasped up at him wiggling desperatly. He seemed to know that in doing this, the rope would tighten around your throat as well, “Stop before you hurt yourself.” You conceded, body slumping against the mattress. He watched your face, making sure you were still comfortable, before his hands began to trail the length of the rope along your body.

Along the peak of your breasts, down towards the top of your navel, it tickled almost, and the first lurch of your body caused him to tug harshly, and that in turn, made you gasp for air, “I-inoichi..” He released you as quickly as he had done it, fingers still paving a path right to where you wanted him the most. Your thighs clenched at the first gentle touch against the top of your pussy, you were positive you were more than wet for him already. Your cunt fluttering desperately around nothing as his fingers moved to trail down your legs. He leaned, mouth pressing against your calve, you could barely see his face, and your fingers twitched, wishing you could touch him.

You just hoped he would start soon.. you were getting impatient, but there wasn’t anything you could really do about that.

[jordyn-degas]

Forget-me-not

Characters: Shikamaru Nara x fem! reader

Additional: Ino Yamanaka; Sakura Haruno; Naruto Uzumaki; Kakashi Hatake; brief appearance & mentions: Shikaku Nara; Inoichi Yamanaka; Rock Lee; Tenten; Temari; Kiba; Choji

Warnings: characters are 19+; implied cheating; angst and a little bit of fluff; soft smut;

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

Mood 🎧 SHAED & ZAYN - Trampoline

"Wait if I'm on fire How am I so deep in love? When I dream of dying I never feel so loved"

Final words of two fathers passing on their legacy to their beloved children, voices resounding into the minds of all too young to handle such pain teenagers. When it was discovered who was behind the master plans capable of holding off Obito and Madara Uchiha, the Ten Tailed Beast was mercilessly instructed to completely destroy the Intelligence Center in which Shikaku Nara and Inoichi Yamanaka have been tailoring each strategy brilliantly.

“You know what you have to do.” Shikaku’s voice boomed into your mind for one last time.

Breath choked out, scrambling to find an exit out of strained lungs in a series of unfortunate events, your left hand balled up in a tight fist, nails shedding crescent moons into the skin while the right one began the mission you were entrusted with. Jaw clenched with a loud crack, lips shut into a thin line that accompanied a pair of pulsating eyes with anger, pain and determination setting them ablaze, knowing it was the time to be the much needed voice of reason. Fingers intertwined with others rapidly, pressing into the backhand of a tensed and broken Shikamaru Nara.

“Shikamaru.” you said as flatly as possible, the last thing the boy needed being your sadness and pity. “It’s your turn.”

“As if.” Shikamaru spat, clenching his jaw and tightening his grip on your hand.

“Listen to me.” you followed with the gaze set on a specific person. “See that idiot?

“Yes.” Shikamaru replied as you both looked at Naruto Uzumaki.

“Great leaders do not wage wars aimlessly and make decisions on their own.” you said with a determined smile. “They rely on the guidance of the most trusted, most intelligent and capable of them all.”

“Y/N ..” Shikamaru sighed, eyes now trailing one of those powerful facial expressions of yours that always instilled in him the idea that he was, indeed, the best of them all.

“What do you say, Nara?” you asked, head lazily tilting to the side to meet his gaze with a smile. “Ready to show them what Konoha’s best strategist can do?”

Shikamaru has always asked himself how can you be of such pure confidence, running on a determination that most have lost by now, recharging through absorbing the hopes of others and passing it to him with a simple touch.

You had walked into his life with an arrogant smirk, a snide remark and a wink when the Raikage decided to send you to Konoha for war preparations. Gods, he could not stand you back then and neither did you. Always at each other’s throats under sharp replies and rude comments meant to graze the thick skins you both were possessing. Shikamaru could not understand for the life of him how your entire character cast a shadow of intrigue and attractiveness he found alluring. Days grew shorter, nights became longer hunched over desks, conversation flowing in with an ease he never had with anyone else. Tides shifted as your fingers would ghost over his arms or shoulders, becoming even more frequent when he would allow his hand to innocently press on the small of your back. Melodic laughs singing praises of a good time would jolt Shikamaru’s heart into erratic heartbeats whenever you found him amusing. He grew to care for you, to seek your company in days where he would simply want to lay with you on the abundant grass of Konoha, into the shadows of emerald green trees under the scorching sun. You knew how to mold on his laidback, quiet personality, peacefully laying on your side and watching him think deeply, zoning out into the depths of his intellect.

“I like you.” you said softly, bluntness recoiling off the tip of your tongue.

“What changed?” Shikamaru asked to test a confession with two sides of interpretation, him choosing to believe the most innocent rather than the one he truly wanted.

“I did.” you replied with a small frown, ripping off a bit of grass at the sudden realization of your confession, in between your fingers a Forget-me-not flower of a bright white. “Coming here was not what I had expected.”

“Hm.” Shikamaru hummed knowing the person you were when your form leaned against the doorframe of his office and the person you were now while laying next to him. “I like you too.”

“What changed?” you asked with a smirk that had the Nara boy turn his head to meet your playful gaze.

“I did.” Shikamaru replied by studying the softened features of your face. “Having you here was not what I had expected.”

The short memory flashed before his eyes as your hand slowly slid out of his. Shikamaru’s hand clenched around nothing, a shiver running down his spine, tensed back snapping violently under the pressure watching you take a step forward, ready to fight for a hope that seemed nowhere to be found. Forehead protector being secured around your right arm, you wrapped steady fingers into the pile of hair and swiftly pulled it up, tying it into a high ponytail as your muscles flexed under the strength exerted into the motion.

“Y/N.” Shikamaru spoke, hiding with an unmeasured skill the fear gripping his heart at the simple thought of how you might not see each other after all is said and done.

“I know.” you replied, head turning slightly to the right as you smiled melancholically over the shoulder. “Ino.”

“Yes.” Ino Yamanka followed as she snapped out of the suffocating pain of losing her father.

“Take care of him, will you?” you asked, looking forward for them to not see the tears bubbling into your eyes with the same burning fear Shikamaru carried.

“I will.” Ino nodded with a small smile, noticing Shikamaru’s lost gaze on you, lips parted as they held back unspoken words.

“Now ..” you raised the tonality of your voice, hands grasping the waist tightly. “I will meet you on the other side.”

“Just ..” Shikamaru said clenching his jaw lightly before calming himself down as he could not focus on the trying feelings in such dire moments. “.. be careful.”

In that moment, you managed to offer him what was needed to move forward, that specific laugh you only had when with him under Konoha’s bright blue sky. Thin threads of past and present intertwined with all of the pain, the determination you managed to instill in him. Losing sight of the girl that meant much more than Shikamaru would ever care to admit, his focus recharged as Shogi pieces moved across the battlefield. He was ready.

2 years later

Stillness entrapped your mind and body, blatant emotions stemmed out of nervousness and anticipation erupting at the very core of your being as you sat in the middle of the Hokage’s office.

“Lord Sixth.” you bowed your head slightly.

“I’m still Kakashi Hatake.” the silver haired chuckled at your ceremonious tonality.

“You are.” you raised an eyebrow. “But with a title.”

“Fair enough.” Kakashi sighed knowing he could never win with you. “The Raikage has detached you to our village indefinitely from what I have been informed.”

“That is right.” you nodded, placing a stack of folders on the heavy wooden desk. “We have managed to identify multiple cells formed from followers that preach and believe in Madara’s dream.”

“As we did.” Kakashi frowned, taking one of the folders and opening it flat in front of him.

“I have already dispatched multiple teams to search and monitor various followers until further notice.” you replied sternly. “They are awaiting the results of our cooperation in hopes of a plan to capture them.”

“Absolutely.” Kakashi nodded. “Do you mind waiting for my advisor? He is bringing over our files and we can proceed swiftly with developing a plan.”

“Not at all.” you said with a small smile. “Found a good advisor after the war?”

“Yes, I did.” Kakashi replied, eyeing you with a gaze that suddenly shifted the air which you found oddly suspicious.

“How is Naruto?” you followed by brushing off the weird energy brought upon the subject. “And the others?”

“I thought the war would calm him do ..” Kakashi began to speak but was interrupted by a knock. “Come in.”

“Man, these are heavy.” Shikamaru said completely fed up with all the carrying.

Kakashi watched your sudden change in demeanor as your lips parted slightly, a quiet sigh being breathed out sharply and imperceptible to the untrained ear, hands twitching once before gripping each other in the front to hide the obvious nervousness accompanied suddenly dilated pupils into the bright sun. He hid a knowing smile behind the infamous mask, well aware as much as others at what Shikamaru meant to you. Vice versa, the scene was heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time, Shikamaru dropping the files next to yours without realizing right away who he was standing next to. When his gaze slapped your cheeks, he stilled. Two years later and it was as if not even a single day brushed over your figure, as if time decided to spare you of aging and growing with an all too smooth skin, even more so than the last time he saw you. Shikamaru swallowed, maintaining his all too unbothered demeanor all the way through looking at you, hiding perfectly under a mask of boredom all the emotions that tried him.

“Advisor, ha?” you asked, not tearing your gaze from Kakashi that seemed to be awfully pleased with this encounter. “You did well.”

“Says the world’s most renowned Hunter-nin.” he replied, turning his eyes to Kakashi as well. “Five Madara cells in 48 hours.”

“Six.” you said with a smirk. “As of this morning.”

Kakashi chuckles, your capability of impressing him and everyone else not at all surprising. He knew since the moment you stepped into Konoha that you were a force of nature, of a surgical precision that put even him to shame and that is how you have grown on the, now, Sixth Hokage. The definition of a younger self Kakashi left behind was deeply imprinted into your whole being and posture.

“I will let you to it.” you said cutting to the suffocating silence sharply. “Call upon me once the files have been reviewed and we can start on a strategy.”

“Thank you.” Kakashi said, tapping lightly on the stack of folders.

“My pleasure, Lord Sixth.” you replied with a nod and a smile before turning to Shikamaru. “Nara.”

Turning on your heels swiftly, body and mind calmly guiding you out of the office, keeping up the confidence in your walk until the door closes shut. Uneven, shaky breaths erupted from the back of your lungs, erratic heartbeats plummeting into a definite flatline as your back rested against the nearby wall. It was not at all surprising that the boy plaguing your mind at day and dreams at night was here. However, you were not prepared to run into him so quickly and to be the Hokage’s Advisor, even with all the wits and intellect he possessed. Truth to be told, he was the only person that could break through the hardened, arrogant façade that graced your features. A single gaze and he had you almost crumbling under the scrutinizing eyes of the Hokage. Taking such a deep breath it had you dizzy, a most painful memory emerged from the deep fog you cast over that part of your life.

“I have to return.” you said leaning against the tree as the war had ended, everyone freed from the painful perfection of a reality injected by the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

“Now?” Shikamaru asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.” you nodded. “I am not to stay back but to return to the village and assign order upon the Raikage’s return as per his instructions.”

“Understood.” Shikamaru replied knowing very well how the chain of command works, how at such a young age you were indispensable to your village and Raikage. “Well, then ..”

“I-I’m sorry.” you uttered, head shifting to the side as your gaze met a flower untouched by the scorching hate of the war, petals dancing with the short gust of wind that rushed through the woods in which you two stood hidden from the world.

Shikamaru wished for this moment to not be prolonged more than necessary as it was causing enough heartburn with your confession of return. He was well aware of what that entitled as the chances of seeing you again anytime soon were crushed under the weight of being parted indefinitely. You saw how his lazy posture tensed out of a sudden, arm tensing with his fingers digging into the material of the damaged flak vest. Breaking all bonds you have tied your emotions with, unlocking the mercilessly caged heart under a want that triumphed over anything else. Your hand slowly raised, elbow bent slightly in fear as you began to reach for him, shaking under the pressure. Fingers clasped the air before releasing it, hand clenching around nothing and, against your better judgment, you began pulling back under Shikamaru’s blank expression, his eyes entrapping yours.

Heartache and pain clutched at your heart seeing how you could not read him anymore, not the way you used and loved to, how he could impeccably block emotions as if it was a second nature. Gaze falling to the ground, steps shifted into the dirt and grass as they approached you lazily, the sound of a zipper running loose having you sigh. Warm fingers wrapped around the coldness of your wrist, pulled to meet a chest in which thumping heartbeats could be easily felt. Palm cupping your feverish cheek, a tingling sensation pinching it as it was pushed for your eyes to meet the ones you knew cannot be forgotten. Under the crown of the tree you chose to lean against, leaves shuffled from the careful touch of a chilly wind, shivers overcoming your tired body while getting lost into the gaze and touch of the boy you fell in love with. As if the Gods decided upon a parting gift for you, Shikamaru’s lips brushed against yours, warmth spilling against them and you melted without a second thought. Entrapping every sense that grounded you to reality, he captured your chapped lips into the kiss both have yearned for, succumbing to a harmonious dance of softness and want. Tears spilled out of your closed eyes, his thumbs carefully catching them so as to not waste the love that carried them. Shikamaru knew and could feel how much he meant for you as it mirrored perfectly the feelings he so adamantly tried to ignore for the longest time, plaguing a spacious mind trained on intelligence and seriousness. However, he could not deny you of such want, could not deny himself of such desire, with every movement of your lips against his, Shikamaru bolting shut the door that was once opened and led to his heart. Pulling himself back, you immediately saw the change in demeanor, gaze avoiding yours as the last finger trailed along your jaw until it left your face and presence. Steps being taken back, hands shoved into the pockets of dirty pants, Shikamaru left. You gasped for air, fingers running across the freshly kissed lips before turning in the opposite direction. A last glance at the bright white flower that bore witness to a silent confession, you realized it was a Forget-me-not. Wiping off the last of tears, you took the long road home.

“Oi, Y/N!” Naruto called as you walked on one of the busy streets of Konoha.

“Naruto?” your voice tangled in surprise as the blonde rushed up to you.

“Am I taller or you shorter?” he chuckled as both embraced each other as friends and comrades.

“Very funny.” you laughed pulling back as you always have been shorter, Naruto poking fun at how much aggressiveness could come out of such a small bundle of joy. “Haircut? Suits you well.”

“Really?” Naruto beamed. “I thought so too.”

“Such modesty from the hero of Konoha.” you replied amused.

“We’re all heroes.” he replied, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “Ramen? I want to hear everything you’ve been up to.”

“Please.” you sighed. “I’m starving.”

**

“How was even Naruto the first person to see you after two years?” Ino asked, annoyed while aggressively tapping her fingers against the kitchen table.

“Actually, Kakashi was the first person to see me.” you grinned, annoying her even more.

“Fine!” Ino threw her hands in the air. “The second.”

“Well, the second was actually ..” you said as the smile peeled off instantly. “.. Shikamaru.”

“Oh ..” Ino breathed, annoyance washing away seeing how your eyes were avoiding hers. “How did it go?”

Instead of replying, your gaze met hers, lower lip trembling along with the chin, nostrils flaring up in an attempt to control the wave of emotions. Ino tilted her head, hand working up the wooden surface until it met yours, fingers carefully caressing the skin as she wanted nothing more than to see you smile. Both have easily become the best of friends since you stepped into Konoha years ago, each other’s shoulder to cry on and be yourselves when together.

“I missed him so much.” your voice trembled while touching the lips with a memory of the past. “Standing in that office this morning, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, as if everything stopped momentarily for me to have a minute next to him.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Ino whispered as tears filled her eyes. “You’re still ..”

“Yes.” you cut her off knowing what she was about to say. “I never stopped. I tried and I couldn’t.”

“Then there is something I have to tell you because I do not want you to find out from someplace else.” Ino said squeezing your hand and you readied yourself based on the look on her face. “Him and Temari are dating.”

Breath was sucked out of your lungs, lips trembling parted in a shock that did not come from the revelation as you always knew Temari had feelings for him, but from the pain that mercilessly tore into you. Squeezing Ino’s hand as hard as possible, you forced the tears to not spill, teeth dipping into the lower lip almost splitting it open. Brain conjured up the memory of that burning and deep kiss you two shared, replacing yourself with the blonde that made her way into his heart, knife twisting deeper into the wound that was left behind.

“Tell me everything.” you breathed, pushing back every single drop of emotion, tilting your head slightly with a cold emptiness into your eyes.

“Don’t.” Ino trapped your hand on the table. “Don’t do that. I know of your capabilities to shut down in the blink of an eye.”

“Ino.” you said flatly. “Tell me everything from the start."

**

Something is off.

Shikamaru replayed these words into his mind over and over again over the course of the past three weeks since you have returned to Konoha. Colors of mornings and nights were not reflecting into your eyes anymore, absorbing each ray of light into the deep end of that hollow void you gazed at him with. There was no longer warmth surrounding you, Shikamaru being met with a coldness so startling it had his blood freeze on numerous occasions. Long gone were the days where he could distract you with a snide remark or joke, all of the words encompassing your work relationship being nothing but professional. It seemed as if you were here but not existing, his presence no longer pulling out the enthralling smile you entrapped him forever.

He pondered many times if you were happy back home, if you found someone that gave you everything, that warmed your bed at night when the stars would bear witness to your peaceful sleep. Was there someone that has claimed your plump lips after he did? Shikamaru could vividly remember, as if it was yesterday and not a day later, the heartwarming, loving and painful kiss you both shared at the end of the war. Your sweet taste still lingered on his lips, feeling even the saltiness of the tears you shed for parting with him.

No, it could not be that. Those big, beautiful eyes that used to be bright were now claimed by complete emptiness and he thought for a moment that it was because of him. As much as Shikamaru wanted to be the man plaguing your dreams and existence, he could not bring himself to cause you such pain.

“Folder 2011.” you said flatly, arm stretching over the desk without even meeting his gaze.

“Here.” Shikamaru replied, purposefully brushing his hand against yours when he placed the leather file into your hand.

Absolutely no reaction, sucked into the coldness you so easily possessed now, whereas in the past a pale blush would warm your cheeks. He was not the person to pry into other people’s businesses but you were not a simple someone to him.

“Y/N.” Shikamaru said and your eyes shot up to him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” the reply came almost too quickly which caused him to frown. “Why?”

“You seem different.” Shikamaru said while studying every inch of your face for any kind of sign.

“Coming here was not what I had expected.” you gave him an answer that forced Shikamaru back into a past that seemed too distant to be reached, the reply opening a memory in which you have said this before. “I have to take these to Kakashi.”

Without offering him the chance to say anything else, you made your way out of the office while Shikamaru had his head bowed over the files. He was well aware you knew about Temari since Ino so gracefully informed him about and, after this small interaction that was longer than any you both had since coming back, he knew that was the reason behind your entire demeanor. Your presence conflicted everything he represented, every decision taken so far based on the thinking that he will never see you again after that moment.

“Shikamaru.” Sai walked in, gaze roaming around the office. “Have you seen Y/N?”

“She is with Kakashi.” Shikamaru replied flatly.

“We are all going out tonight.” Sai followed, sensing some kind of tension in the air. “Tell Y/N as well.”

“Will do.” Shikamaru nodded and Sai left the room.

With the door closing, he leaned into the chair and took a deep breath. Temari was also coming tonight. For the first time in his life, Shikamaru wanted to go alone, to not have Temari before your eyes when you were the one supposed to be standing next to him. Man, it's going to be a drag.

**

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Sakura snorted while rummaging through your closet.

“I still have a lot of cases to review.” you replied, leaning against the bed frame and letting your body relax into the pillows.

“Not tonight!” Ino said from the bathroom while a dress collided with your face.

“Naruto really wants you there.” Sakura said, pulling you off the bed. “This dress right now.”

“Why?” you asked confused while undressing the comfy clothes you’d adopted around the house. “He was over for dinner and didn’t say a word.”

“He always had a soft spot for you.” Sakura replied, raising an eyebrow at you as if you haven't been here for a month. “Also, the three of us talked and were kind of worried.”

“Can you not?” you asked irritatedly while stepping in front of the mirror to see what she picked out for you. “I don’t .. oh!”

In all honesty, you forgot you actually had nice clothes laying around inside the closet. Sakura picked a dark blue sundress with short sleeves that hugged your shoulders perfectly, a pale pink floral design that reminded you of her hair, its length stopping about a palm above your knees. The natural curls of your hair were flowing down your back, a few strands framing your face that was now contoured by a small smile.

“Forget-me-not.” you thought, fingers brushing over the floral pattern.

Naruto leaned against a light pole while waiting for the girls to show up, eyes glued on their friends through the large window of the restaurant. Kiba was in a heated argument with Lee while Ten Ten laughed at them, Choji putting in the order for food and first round of drinks. He was careful to tell them of Y/N’s favorite drink that also had enough alcohol as it was needed for tonight. The blonde’s bright, blue gaze stopped on the other two, Shikamaru having a smirk plastered on his face due to whatever Temari was whispering into his ear. Naruto appreciated the girl deeply but he could not shake the feeling of disrespect he believed Shikamaru exerted tonight. He knew Y/N would be here as everyone was raving about it and the boy could not understand for the life of him why Shikamaru would pull such a stunt. It wasn’t as if no one knew how he truly felt.

“Naruto!” Sakura called and he snapped out of the annoyance he felt.

“Sakura! Ino!” Naruto greeted as his smile spread even wider seeing you. “You came!”

“How couldn’t I?” you replied with a grin, stopping right in front of him. “Hearing you want me here meant that I could not break my favorite boy’s heart.”

“I-I’m your favorite?” Naruto stuttered slightly as a pale blush slapped his cheeks while Sakura and Ino were failing terribly at muffling their laughs.

“Of course you are!” you purred, touching his arm softly. “Am I not your favorite girl?”

“W-Well .. you a-are.” Naruto gulped as his entire body tensed at the touch.

“Don’t get any ideas Uzumaki.” you pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him amused.

“Y/N!” Naruto whined as the girls exploded in a full blown laugh by now. “Why do you always have to be so flirty?”

“You’re making it too easy.” you smiled with a shrug.

“Come here.” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Stay close to me tonight.”

“Why?” you frowned.

“Stop asking questions.” Ino groaned. “It’s for your own good.”

Brushing off Ino's confusing comment despite wanting to tell her that you are far from a damsel in distress, you wrapped an arm around Naruto's waist as he led you inside. The entire conversation from outside became obvious instantaneously when the first pair of eyes you met were Shikamaru's. It did not matter for a single moment that everyone else was booming with excitement around you, Ten Ten quickly expressed how glad she was that you were finally joining them for a night out after all the previous hard worked weeks. Through hugs and smiles, the both of you kept the eye contact locked, Shikamaru's arm resting around Temari's shoulders, her completely oblivious with the situation, quick to shake your hand.

"We met in the middle of the battle." Temari chuckled. "Not much time to chat then, right?"

"I think we managed to exchange names in between a Jutsu and a few White Zetsu set to kill us." you replied amused, the girl laughing as you found pride in the ability to be civil with someone that did nothing wrong by you, mere jealousy poisoning your heart.

Naruto did not leave your side for a single moment, arm shifting from around the waist to the shoulders and back again, everyone else present tonight catching on what was going on. Except Shikamaru. He was capable of analyzing strategy after strategy, coming up with the best ones, spending countless hours developing them but could not understand for the life of him what was the deal with you and Naruto being so cozy. Naruto was taken last time he checked, watching how he whispered things in your ear that brought out the same laugh and smile he so deeply missed, the same ones he used to pull out of you. Completely thrown off by the small gestures and touches exchanged in between the two of you, Shikamaru's focus shifted more and more as the night went by. Body and gestures set on Temari, senses and eyes set on you, the duplicity of the situation intertwined with yours the moment he caught your lingering gaze. Soft features melting with each movement of your eyes as you were trailing his arm around Temari's shoulders, how his thumb caressed over the article of clothing she was wearing. Sadness pooled into those beautiful eyes, the same one Shikamaru has witnessed the day you two parted ways.

"I need a bit of air." you said to Naruto, worried expression meeting your sad one, mind unable to wipe away the scene of your kiss from two years ago, constantly on repeat. "Don't worry. I'll be back."

"Take this." Naruto said, handing you his jacket. "In case you get colder outside."

"Thank you." you replied with a soft smile, lips placing a quick kiss on his cheek to which he grinned. "Don't get any ideas Uzumaki."

Naruto chuckled seeing how a bit of your usual personality crep back in, Sakura swiftly catching Ino by the wrist when she attempted to follow after you. Walking outside into the night, people passing back and forth towards their homes or to meet their friends as well, you inhaled the chilly air, a feeling of liberation and freedom hitting deeply. It was the moment when you could break down, turning right past the corner of the restaurant, hiding into the darkness of the small way made in between its wall and the fence. No one could see the tears streaming down the cheeks, their hot trails feeling as if burning right through the skin, hands trembling even with Naruto’s jacket covering your cold boy, heartbeats laced with pain carving dents into the tensed ribcage. Sitting in front of the boy you loved for the past three hours, forcing yourself to play the role of a happy girl while he held in his arms another, drained almost all the energy you have saved up in the past few weeks by barely existing, by barely acknowledging his presence in the same room as yours. Fingers fidgeting with the small purse you were carrying, opening the lid from a pack of cigarettes you had from three months ago when the last one was smoked. It was a disgusting, idiotic habit, picked up when you had no one else to talk to, when the loneliness suffocated every bit of your being while searching for a release for all the sadness, anger and frustration. Cigarette filter resting in between your teeth, hand rummaging through the small purse in search for a lighter that seems nowhere to be found.

“Here.” Shikamaru said, firm voice having you jump, teeth sinking into the filter so as to not drop the cigarette.

Metallic sound graced the silence, lighter flicking on with its burning flame as you leaned in, faces illuminated briefly by its light. Hearing the crackling sound at the tip of the cigarette, you pulled back and inhaled deeply, back hitting the concrete wall of the restaurant as Shikamaru extinguished the flame. Exhaling the poisonous smoke, you felt more at ease, his nerve wracking presence not so overwhelming as long as this vice kept pushing it away.

“I had no idea you were smoking.” Shikamaru said, leaning lazily against the fence in front of you.

“Occasionally.” you replied, gaze meeting the star abundant sky in hopes of the tears rolling back in. “This is my first in three months.”

“Stress?” Shikamaru asked, following your lead and lighting up one for himself.

“You could say so.” you answered, smoke being exhaled from two pairs of lungs and intertwining into the cold air.

“Things usually have a way of sorting themselves out.” Shikamaru said, watching you gazing upon the stars, wondering what was going on inside your head, if he was there at all.

“They do, don’t they?” you asked bitterly, lazily raising your hand for the index finger to point at him. “Prime example.”

“Me?” Shikamaru laughed quietly. “As if.”

Chin dropping downwards, your eyes fell from the sky and locked with his, all the tears accumulated into them from the tilting of your head spilled at once, cheeks stained with the undeniably pain that washed past the jawline, trickling down the neck and into the dress. The cigarette in between fingers was long gone, burning itself to the end before falling on the ground, Shikamaru letting a breathless sigh at the sight in front of him. It was the exact same as back then, the same pained expression with love and fear pooling into your eyes, the same one plaguing his mind, his dreams and entire existence. Pushing himself off the fence, the gap in between the two of you almost closed, his palms softly cupped your face, a small hiccup jumped out at the touch you missed, oh, so much. Thumbs catching hot tears, wiping them away, Shikamaru leaned into you, foreheads connecting with noses brushing ever so slightly and a small smile graced his lips.

“Don’t cry because of me.” Shikamaru said quietly, breathless even, pleading with your heart to stop hurting. “Please.”

“I’m missing you too much.” you whispered, shame and pain tugging at your entire being, knowing she was right on the other side of the wall, waiting for him. “I’m missing you even more when you’re right in front of me.”

“I’m right here.” Shikamaru replied, pressing a kiss on each eyelid, salty tears staining his burning lips.

“No, Shikamaru.” you sighed, unable to avert your gaze. “You’re not.”

Pulling back slightly, still holding your beautiful face into his palms, Shikamaru’s head tilted a bit at your words, catching right away the meaning behind them as he had the exact same feelings. He had missed you terribly the moment his lips left yours two years ago, missed you even more when sitting at the same desk, so incredibly close, yet so incredibly far. Against every bit of sound judgment that resounded in his mind, against every single thought that reminded him who was the person he brought here tonight, Shikamaru brushed his lips against yours, both shivering slightly at the soft feeling. The yearning he felt was overcoming anything else, irrationality splitting his mind in half the moment lips captured each other into the heart melting kiss no one was able to offer him after you. Arms sneaking upwards, wrapping around Shikamaru’s neck, palm pressing on its back, two bodies flushed against each other. Hesitance and softness perished under his tongue brushing over your lower lip, opening up for the only boy that never had to ask for it, hunger and fervor taking away the innocence of the last 20 minutes. Pulling back slightly, not giving enough time for rational thoughts to come in between, Shikamaru’s hands grabbed your waist tightly as he pushed you upwards against the wall, legs wrapping around the body you wanted for yourself. One arm locked around your waist, the other went behind the neck, fingers tangled into curls as he pulled you back into the damned kiss that had your soul humming and heart aching. Intensity brought fervor, pain brought love while yearning brought passion, dress sliding upwards from the position, clothed sex coming in direct contact with Shikamaru’s hard length, throbbing furiously into the pants that now felt tighter than ever. A groan was pushed into your mouth as you sighed in complete pleasure, nails digging into the material of his shirt. In between tongues exploring each other, hands burning to grab, squeeze and pull, Shikamaru pushed himself harder into you, a lewd moan escaping from in between your puffy lips. As if the Gods knew what to do, Temari flashed before both of your eyes, perfect timing slicing abruptly two intertwined bodies trying to make up for the lost time. Pulling back at the same time, thoughts in complete sync, your feet hit the ground as Shikamaru took a single step back, wide eyes and unspoken words carried away by the sudden brush of wind meant to cool the both of you. Realizing what he was about to do, being the exact opposite of the man he considered himself to be, Shikamaru fled without a single word to be addressed and your back hit the wall. Figure turning left past the corner, the merciless tears returned as another person stepped into the small alleyway.

“Leave me alone this time, please.” you begged without even looking.

“Let me take you home?” Naruto asked softly, walking in front of you and zipping up the jacket as the gusts of wind intensified.

“Mhm.” you hummed, arm wrapping around your shoulders, Ino patiently waiting for the two of you. “You don’t have to come.”

“Sakura can handle the rest.” Ino smiled, stepping on the other side to take your hand into hers. “She will come over later.”

“Are you alright?” Naruto asked while looking down at you, a small smile curving his lips enough to bring one out of you as well.

“No.” you sighed with a shrug. “I can honestly admit that I am far from alright.”

1 weeks later

“You didn’t sign them?” Sakura frowned, eyes scanning for the third time the pages sent over by Kakashi.

“I will.” you replied, wrapping even tighter the blanket around you.

“Will you?” she followed with sadness. “Or are you going back to Kumogakure?”

No reply came out, no matter how much you wanted to offer her one, to reassure Sakura that it was not as it seemed despite contemplating leaving the village. Kakashi offered you permanent residence in Konoha as a Kumogakure attaché, an opportunity you imagined in a certain way that might never come. You truly loved it, friends that were more like family, something you did not have back home besides your job. Konoha became your true home but you kept wondering if they were enough to stay. Glancing at the papers that have been on the coffee table for the past four days, tears pricked at your eyes yet again.

“Do you mind if we see each other tomorrow?” you rasped, letting your body drop into the couch.

“Not at all.” Sakura replied with a soft smile, squeezing at your ankle lightly. “Please eat?”

“I promise.” you nodded, teeth biting into the plush blanket.

Sakura’s bare feet slapped against the wooden floor until they slipped into the ninja sandals in the hallway, door opening and closing shortly thereafter. Rain mercilessly banged against the windows, dark gray clouds piling and piling, matching the shade you thought your heart was now of. Even if tears pricked at your eyes, they were not falling anymore as the numbness of past week’s events suffocated any need of feeling anything. How could you fool yourself into thinking that you’d come back into Shikamaru’s life and pull him away from everything that he has built in the past two years? Who did you think you were to view yourself so special? 

Any attempt to hurt yourself even further was abruptly stopped by a couple of knocks against the door. Contemplating if you should ignore them or not, they grew in intensity and number, wrapped in a blanket body lazily dragging itself off the couch. Bare feet barely able to sustain the emotional tiredness you were feeling, fingers grabbed the doorknob, twisted and pulled. Figure drenched completely in rain, clothes so full of water the droplets were barely absorbed into them, uneven breathing straining the chest as the familiar dark gaze set on yours in pain. Forearms raised, pressed against the doorframe, body leaning in slightly at the sight of you.

“S-S-Shikamaru ..” you whispered, shock overcoming all other senses as the blanket dropped off your body

“I broke up with her.” Shikamaru rasped, eyes searching for something, anything into yours.

“Why?” you asked confused, not speaking or seeing each other after what had happened having you under the impression that nothing had changed.

“You know exactly why.” he replied, lips parting in surprise hearing him, allowing yourself to believe it without a second thought.

Darting forward, lips crashed into each other, melting away all the pain you had felt since coming back, since last week, replacing everything with pure love. Shikamaru pulled you up in a split second, kicking the door shut, both not caring for a single second that all the rain from his clothes was spilling on the floor, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, fearing he might disappear again, as his hands squeezed at the flesh of your thighs. Hands exploring with hunger as they went up his shoulders, slipping under the shirt on his back before dipping into the wet flesh.

“End of the hallway.” you mumbled against his lips, pushing off the flak vest to fall on the floor.

“Impatient.” Shikamaru clicked his tongue, a smirk tugging at the lips, leg pushing open the door to the bedroom.

Kiss breaking as you whimpered at the loss of his lips, feet touching the ground yet again, you both suddenly felt the hit of what was about to happen, of where you were standing. Face to face, bodies close enough to fit only a coin in between, bed only three steps away behind you, the hunger suddenly dissipated being replaced by sexual tension and uneven breathing, a deep conversation taking place between two pair of eyes yet to say to each other how they truly felt. Shikamaru was simply making sure that this is what you wanted, after the entire ordeal he wouldn’t be able to blame you if you suddenly stopped it.

Without losing eye contact, fingers grabbed the hem of Shikamaru’s shirt, pushing it upwards as your lips met his chest, peppering hot kisses as it fell off his lean body before he could softly grab your chin, tilting it slightly wanting to taste you once again. Tame, yet burning, kisses electrified your body from head to toe, melting with each passing second, his lips traveling slowly along the corner of your mouth, brushing the jawline before attaching themselves to the sensitive skin on your neck. A quiet moan filled the silence, knowing that in the morning there will be an obvious love bite for everyone to see, fingers expertly undoing his pants, falling to the floor instantly. Before you could get a hold of what was hiding behind the material confinement, Shikamaru spun you around, shirt flying off your body with one swift movement that took you by complete surprise, forgetting for a second that, he too, had experience by now. Eyeing the bed, a knot formed into your stomach, a wave of sudden self-consciousness hitting you at the image of him seeing you naked for the first time. Warm breath fanned over your shoulders, one arm sneaking around your lower body, warm palm resting on your belly, a finger tracing along the spine, the simple touch sending shivers down your back, bumping against the bra clasp. Without even realizing, it was undone, slowly falling down your shoulders and arms, breasts spilling out of their confinement as it fell to the floor along with the shorts you forgot you even had on, too lost into the moment and touches to care. Nipples perked up at the contact of Shikamaru’s throbbing length in between your ass cheeks, index and middle fingers trapping one of the hardened buds in between them, pulling softly, a groan enveloped in a broken moan bouncing off the walls as your back arched, pushing yourself to feel him even more, low growl evading the usually composed boy. The other hand slid down the belly, stopping right at the hem of your panties, waiting patiently, and your head fell on his shoulders.

“It’s alright, Shika.” you said with a small smile, hand wrapping around his wrist and guiding him down to your wet heat.

Fingers sliding in between your folds, Shikamaru’s breath hitched, an ego boost thundering inside feeling how wet you were for him, pooling into his palm as he cupped your sex, a groan and breathy moan escaping at the same time, dacing into the air. Breath picking up the pace as his fingers explored, brushing right past the entrance and you pushed yourself against it impatiently. Shikamaru chuckled at the movement, pushing himself into you while his thumb attended to the bundle of nerves hidden in between the soft folds.

“P-please ..” you mewled pathetically, wanting to feel him now more than ever. 

“I know what you need.” Shikamaru whispered against your ear, a loud moan stumbling out of your throat as a finger slipped inside your needy cunt.

Warm, wet, attention craving, gummy walls welcomed him, Shikamaru humming at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his finger, slowly dragging it up and down to allow its adjustment. Wetness spilled out, dripping down his hand and on the floor, arm wrapping around your waist to stop you from squirming, both grinding against each other. Capturing your lips into a sloppy kiss over the shoulder, the second finger went in, teeth sinking into his lower lip at the feeling. The tightness of your pussy was mind numbing, Shikamaru curving up his fingers inside, thumb circling on the clit with fervor, picking up the pace as you desperately craved friction, ass pushing and griding against his painfully throbbing cock, open mouth moans spilling into his own, his gaze solely set on your face, memorizing every eyebrow twitch, every crease around the eyes, every pleasured expression you were blessing him with. Mind filling up with only the image of his cock deeply buried inside of you, Shikamaru lost control for a moment, mercilessly pounding your dripping pussy with his fingers, at each feel of the swollen spot pushing into it slightly while, at the same time, thumb was pressing on the clit, high-pitched moans crashing against the walls every single time. He wanted to take it slow with you but the need of losing himself into you was greater than anything else.

“I-I’m ..” you moaned again, coil tightening rapidly into the stomach, the squelching sounds of your pussy being handled by him pushing you towards the edge

“I know, baby.” Shikamaru’s husky voice filling you up with goosebumps. “Cum for me.”

Teeth grazing softly your jaw, cock grinding against you, fingers pulling out and pushing back in your wetness, pressed the coil to the breaking point, Shikamaru’s plea to cum for him having your walls clench again and again until the entirety of your body snapped in his arms. Orgasm crashing violently into you, legs trembling as Shikamaru held your body flushed against his to not lose balance, you let out the most high-pitched moan you have ever heard coming out. Chest heaving, head falling back on his shoulder as you felt his fingers slowing down, riding the high, small and quiet moans still rolling off your lips.

“We’re not done yet.” Shikamaru smirked, a mischievous tinge into his dark eyes as he slowly directed you towards the bed.

Turning around, your eyes met his, legs hitting the edge before you fell backwards, all sprawled up for him to see. Deep blush covering your cheeks, gaze averting his, you felt the bed dipping under you, Shikamaru propping himself above your body.

“You are beautiful.” he whispered, stealing your lips yet again into that kiss that was taking your mind away.

“I-I ..” you stuttered, biting on your inner cheek.

“Tell me.” Shikamaru said, smiling softly seeing so much vulnerability into such a strong girl.

“I .. want ..” you swallowed hard, courage pushing your gaze to meet his. “.. you.”

“After everything ..” Shikamaru replied, thumb brushing along your lower lip. “.. are you sure?”

“More than ever.” you breathed, a finger hooking into the waistband of his boxers. “Please make me yours.”

Pushing off his body the last piece of clothing and freeing himself completely, you swallowed the pool of water gathered into your mouth, cock slapping against the pelvis deliciously and you licked your lips. Wetness pooled once again in between your legs, quickly dripping down the thighs as Shikamaru watched with a smirk how you were rubbing them together looking only for a fraction of the friction only he was capable of offering you. Both moving up into the bed, head hitting the pillow, you spread your legs inviting him in between them and inside your needy pussy. Towering over you, Shikamaru propped himself on one forearm, the other hand busy cupping your cheek while ravishing your puffy lips, the feeling of his cock poking at your entrance having you immediately shiver under him. Hand moving away from your face, eyes spilling into each other’s, Shikamaru wrapped it around his painfully throbbing length, rubbing it in between the wetness of your appetizing folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. Positioning the tip of his cock against the entrance, your hands rested on his back as legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Shikamaru’s hand went to grab at your thigh as he slowly pushed himself in, the tightness of your pussy having him groan as he went inch by inch, suffocating his cock despite prepping you beforehand. Nails digging into the skin of his back, you gasped feeling him pushing along your gummy walls, a slight burn and pleasure mixing together as you felt yourself being stretched out. Tightening his grip on your thigh, Shikamaru bottomed in with a low growl as you let out a shuddered breath, slack jaw in pleasure feeling how his cock twitched from your tightness and warmth.

Lowering himself, lips captured the others, tongues slipping in the moment his hips started to languidly roll against you. Slowly adjusting to the sizable member, Shikamaru quickly noticed how your body relaxed and melted, picking up the pace with which his cock buried itself into your needy cunt, moans matching in intensity. You were starting to lose any train of thought or awareness, nails dipping and clawing at his back as the most delicious cock you have ever taken was pounding into you as if there was no tomorrow. Every single touch he inflicted upon you was soft, caring and full of love adjoining the loud slaps of skin on skin as he buried himself into you as deep as possible. Despite being unable to utter anything besides lewd moans accompanied by the vulgar squelching of your pussy, despite Shikamaru losing himself entirely into you, both kept each other’s gaze as if afraid one of you was going to disappear. You could now see clearly that what you had thought was lost, was still there even greater than before. Pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, the coil in your stomach returned, pussy clenching desperately around his cock, Shikamaru bringing his hand from your thigh to rub that incredible bundle of nerves that was capable of pulling out the most beautiful sounds you were going to make only for him from now on. The tightness of your pussy along with the suffocating clenches had him step on the edge as well.

“Shika, I’m ..” you moaned into his mouth, feeling how your nails, this time, had scratched deeper than wanted, a hiss leaving him.

“Cum with me, baby.” he said breathlessly, pulling almost out only to bury himself into you as deeply as possible.

Back arching at his movement, Shikamaru went in and did it again, cock deeply sheathed into your tight pussy. Feeling your walls clenching even tighter than before, he gave you one deep thrust before you completely unraveled under him, body shaking from head to toe as he reveled into the wave of moans rumbling out of your throat, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Seeing how you were slowly coming down from the high, Shikamaru kept your lips locked with his as he let a few more thrusts become a mind numbing orgasm not experienced with anyone before at this level, pulling out at the very last second. Dropping in the bed, next to you, both panting with smiles tugging at your lips, Shikamaru wrapped his arms around your body, pulling both closer than ever before. Stealing a long and deep kiss from your lips, you curved up in a ball into his chest, heartbeats soothing the tiredness felt at the moment, strong arms tightening their hold around you as if afraid to not leave again.

“I love you.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

“What changed?” Shikamaru asked, a smile gracing his lips, cheeks resting on top of your head.

“I did.” you replied with a grin, remembering how you already had this conversation and how fitting it was. “Coming back here was not what I had expected.”

“Hm.” Shikamaru hummed, fingers rubbing circles on the small of your back. “I love you too.”

“What changed?” you asked, head tilting upwards to meet his gaze.

“I did.” Shikamaru replied lowering himself slightly, lips capturing yours before delivering the final line of the conversation that started it all. “Having you back here was not what I had expected.”

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #4

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to unknown; I couldn’t find the artist :( ]

Requested by: All You Horn-Dogs (I’m kidding. I love you all. Please keep requesting stories)

Word Count: 3,742

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Age Gap (duh)

Threesome (Also, duh)

Nick Names: Toy, Chief, Commander, Sweet Girl, Spoiled Brat, Sweets, Bitch, Asshole, Daddy

Titty Fondling

Soft and Hard Dom

Grinding

Begging (ish)

Spanking

Dacryphilia

Threats of Violence (?) "I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds"

Slight Degrading

Hair Pulling

Titty/Face Shot

Cum Eating (? Idk I suck at warnings)

Smoking

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     My nerves are trickling down to my pussy, my thighs chilly from the cold air of the night, and my mess that’s still present. My anticipation only gets worse when Inoichi pushes me against the front door, yelps from Shikaku to be gentle following the movements. "I can't wait to destroy you, my pretty toy." The Chief's hands wander under my shirt, squeezing my breasts as he grinds his boner against my ass.

"You're being too rough, Ino. Break your toys, not mine," the Commander continues to complain, shrugging his friend off of me. Shikaku nuzzles my neck with his nose, his hand busy trying to unlock his front door. "Don't worry, Sweet Girl. I won't let him be too rough."

"Promise?"

"Of course not," Shikaku chuckles in my ear, a hand wrapping around my waist when he pushes the door open. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't share? A good friend shares everything, even the youthful cunt of their favorite girl."

My pussy tingles even more when both men laugh at me, the Commander's fingers sliding past my waistband to toy with my soaked panties. I'm ushered into the house, a second pair of hands clinging to me as I'm steered down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. As promised, music blares from Shikaku's son's room, covering his eventful night.

     The music is cut off when I'm led into Shika's room, the door slamming closed behind the three of us. I twitch around as I'm poked and prodded at, hands tumbling all over my body. At least until I'm shoved on the bed, then pushed around until I'm laid how they like. "How pretty," Inoichi coos, pushing my head into the mattress and his free hand shoving at my back so my ass is propped in the air. "I can't wait to beat your ass."

"Chief Yamanaka," I whine, trying to squirm out from under his hold.

"Don't start whimpering now. You weren't whining when you disobeyed me and came on your new daddy's fingers," the Chief grumbles, pulling his hands away from me to start undoing his belt.

I go to sit up, but Shikaku's hands replace his friends, fingers tangled in my hair, shoving my cheek into our blankets and the other one on my back, keeping my ass in the air. "Be my Sweet Girl and take your punishment. The better you behave, the sooner it'll be over."

My Commander's cooing is followed by his friend tugging my panties down my legs, disapproving clicks of his tongue filling my ears. "Look how soaked you are. What a desperate, fertile young lady you are."

"Inoichi," I whine, squirming around again. "Don't say that."

"Why not?" He asks, tone cautious, and his hands massaging my hips as Shikaku's hands rub my back and my scalp.

"It makes me uncomfortable," I murmur, settling back into the position I was placed in.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," Inoichi coos, littering my back with kisses before he stands up straight again. "It won't get you out of your punishment though."

I let out another whine, rubbing my face against the bed. "Meanie."

"Spoiled brat. You have a spoiled brat, Shikaku. He turned you into a brat," the Chief grumbles, his belt snapping as he rips it off, the sound making me rub my thighs together.

Inoichi rubs my ass, kneading my flesh, Commander following his lead and rubbing me again.

Smack

"Fuck, ow. Chief," I whine, trying - and failing - to shoot up from my spread-out position.

"You're fine. Stop whining," Chief grumbles, rubbing the sore spot on my butt.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack.

"Chief," I whimper again, my back being pushed down by Shikaku as I squirm around.

Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack.

"Come on, Chief," I cry, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have listened."

"I don't believe your half-assed apology," he grumbles, fingers making my ass sting as he toys with me.

Shikaku uses his hold on my head to pick up my head, pressing kisses right under my eyes. "You're okay, Sweet Girl. You're doing so good," he coos, his legs shifting to adjust his growing boner.

"You're babying her again," Chief grumbles, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Smack, smack, smack.

"Apologies, beg me to stop, or else I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds."

"Inoichi," Commander grumbles, his tone warning and eyes sharp as he glares at the man behind me.

Chief Yamanaka groans out an apology, rubbing my ass again before he goes back to spanking me.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Chief!" I yelp, shifting my ass down. These spanks were more spaced out but hurt more than the rest, making my tears spill down to cheeks. My attempt to move away doesn't work, Inoichi's hand settling on my hip, lifting my ass again. "I'm sorry. I won't cum again without permission, I promise. I'm really sorry. Please?"

"There's a Sweetheart," he hums, kneading my sensitive ass again.

Shikaku is buzzing next to me, releasing me long enough to shift his hands to my waist. "Fuck, Sweet Girl," he mumbles, sliding me on top of him. "You're so pretty when you cry," he praises, his hands shifting further down, both men toying with my sore cheeks.

"That hurts, I'm sore, you two are being mean," I whine, my tears trickling off my face, dripping onto the Commander's cheeks.

"Damn it, Sweet Girl," he groans again, using his hold on my butt to force my hips against his, grinding me against his boner. Shikaku lifts his head a bit, his tongue sliding out, running across my cheeks to collect my tears.

"You're hogging her," Inoichi grumbles, gripping my hips and tugging me off of my... boyfriend?... before flopping down on the bed next to him. I'm positioned reverse cowgirl, my hips moving again but grinding on the Chief this time. "Shikaku is right though, you are pretty, with your ass all red. Damn it Shika, why'd you have to get to her first?"

Commander chuckles, his hand snaking over to start toying with my clit, rubbing soft and slow circles into it. "I'm just better than you."

"You're just a pushover," Inoichi laughs back, shoving me off his boner, causing my face to fall into the sheets again. "Shikaku? You should go get the kitchen timer."

"Why?" We both ask; my tone curious and Commander's warning, his eyes flickering down to me. "Don't you think you've been rough enough, Inoichi?"

Chief lets out a sigh loud enough that it almost covers the sound of his pants being tugged down. "Always the sensitive one, aren't you Shikaku? Once I get off I'll get out of your hair, then you can coddle your 'sweet girl' all you want," he mocks, getting another pointed look from the Commander.

"Inoichi - "

"She'll be fine. Hell, I'll even be nice and give her four minutes instead of two."

Shikaku grumbles under his breath but does leave the room, going to collect the kitchen timer I assume. "Chief?"

"Sweetheart?" He hums, gripping my hips to tug me backward. The tip of his dick toys with me, just barely poking in me before being pulled out again.

"What's the timer for?"

"We're going to play a game." That doesn't sound good, at least not coming from the Chief. "You, Sweetheart, get four minutes to ride me. If you make me cum, you win."

     "And if I don't? If I don't win?"

     A soft chuckle comes from the older man, his blonde hair tickling my cheeks as his lips brush against my neck. "Shikaku's sweet, sweet girl. You're a smart girl, I'm pretty confident you can think of a thing or two that'll happen if you fall." He's right, I can, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body shifting from the shivers gets me a reward of more laughs. "I love how responsive you are, Sweetheart."

     "And I would quite like it if you didn't cling to my Sweet Girl so much," Shikaku's voice spills into the room, a smile crossing my lips when my eyes lock on him in the doorway. Jealousy? Waves off of him as he looks at us. "I've already stated you've been too rough with her today. Dial it back." Wrong, not jealousy, protectiveness.

     Inoichi grumbles, his dick slamming into me as my hips are pulled down. "Just start the timer. Four minutes."

     The Commander rolls his eyes but does click the timer on. He settles it in front of me, propped on the bed so I can watch it tick away. "Be a Sweet Girl," he coos, his hands cupping my face, tilting it so he can brush kisses across my face.

     My hands jump up, wrapping around Shikaku's wrists as I shift myself around, settling into a seated position. My bounces are slow, my ass aching every time I settle back in Chief's lap, and my pussy feels raw from the constant use it's been getting recently. "You have to live faster than that, Sweet Girl. You're just going to edge him doing that," he guides, pulling away an inch or two so our eyes can lock.

     "I can't," I whine, picking up my pace a bit, the added soreness causing my eyes to fill with tears.

     "Damn it, Sweets. You are making it very hard on me right now," Shika grumbles, thumbs rubbing away my tears as his eyes scree shut.

     "Use her mouth, it's not good for anything but whining anyway," Chief grumbles, his breath picking up as he flops on the bed, lying on his back.

     "I guess I could," Shika mumbles, his hand gripping my hair. "Sweets, be sweet for me and open your mouth." I obey, letting my mouth fall open as I watch him tug his dick out of his pants. He wastes no time, shoving his cock down my throat and making me gag on him.

     My mind is torn between moving my hips fast enough to make Inoichi finish and focusing on sucking on and not accidentally nicking Shikaku. The ticking of the clock only makes everything worse, reminding me that if the Chief doesn't finish my ass is going to get beat again. It doesn't help that I can't look at the timer to see how much time I have left, my head bobbing up and down Commander's dick making that impossible.

     The sound of the room is intoxicating. The slushing of my pussy gushing and my mouth sliding around. Inoichi's huffs and grunts, Shikaku's praises and puffs, it's all too much, I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to snap before I even have the chance to ask for permission.

      Right as I'm about to break, the timer goes off, shooting sparks of dread down to my stomach as it buzzes. Before I can process what's happening, I'm left empty, hoisted out of the bed, and suddenly clinging to Shikaku. "You did so good, Sweet Girl," he whispers into my ear, nuzzling the side of my face.

     "Come on," the Chief groans, slowly sitting up. "You're ruining my game. Give her back."

     "No, I already told you. You're being too rough. She's done with your dumb punishments for the day." Commander's hold on me tightens once his sentence is out, the men butting heads - and glares as they test each other's will to dominate.

     Inoichi sighs, flapping back in the bed, and signifying Shikaku's win. "Fine," he groans, nodding his head back and forth. "You baby her too goddamn much."

     "No I'm not, am I Sweets?" Commander gushes, littering my face with a dozen kisses. "I'm not babying you. Inoichi is just a hardass."

     "Am not!" He bickers, Chief snapping upright as I'm lowered to the ground, placed on my knees once again.

      "Be a Sweet Girl," Commander tells me for the millionth time, his hand placed under my chin, filling my head up. "Take your shirt off so Chief Yamanaka and I can cover your pretty face and chest, okay? You're going to look absolutely wonderful drenched in our sticky cum, aren't you?"

     My hands instantly go to my shirt, working it up my body as my thighs rub and my head shakes rapidly. "Who's a Sweet Girl? Who's my Sweet Girl?" Shika coddles, praising me for my eager obedience.

     "At least I still get to cum," Inoichi grumbles, climbing to his feet to stand next to his friend, both men towering over me as they start to stroke themselves.

     I arch myself so my chest is puffed out, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I wait to be covered. My position gets me praises, even from Chief, which makes my pussy tingle more. It doesn't take long for them to finish, Inoichi before Shikaku does. I'm coated in their cum, like I was promised. Some spilling onto my chest, some coating my face, dripping down my cheeks to join the majority covering my titties.

     "Please?" I whine, desperately rubbing my legs together, the warm stickiness of the two men sliding over my skin making my earlier teased orgasm even worse.

     "I guess you can cum," Inoichi says, the glint in his eyes tipping me off that this won't be so easy. He bends down, scooping me up in his arms. "But not tonight since I've 'been too rough with you'. You need your rest." And there it is. Both men chuckle at my whines, kisses being pressed into both sides of my neck; Chief on the left and Commander on the right. "You'll be fine, Spoiled Brat. You can finish first thing tomorrow morning, I promise."

     "Your promise isn't worth much to me," I mutter, tilting my head to rest it on top of Shikaku's.

     Another round of laughter spills from the men, Commander carefully taking me from his friend's arms before goodbyes are traded among all of us. "Let's get you cleaned up, take a shower, and then go to bed, Sweet Girl," Shika mumbles, his tongue already sliding over my cheeks, cleaning up the mess the two men left behind.

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     "There you are, Sweetheart. I was looking for you all over," Inoichi mutters into my ear, his hands on my shoulders as he presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I started to worry that old lug left you at home."

     "Nope, I'm here to suffocate in boredom," I answer, tipping my head to look up at the Yamanaka Chief.

     Lord Sixth is having a meeting about Lord knows what with the Chiefs of the village, which requires Shikaku as both the Chief of his clan and the Lord's adviser to attend. Shikamaru, on the other hand, joined to start his training to take over the clan and his father's role as the Hokage's advisor.

Besides my relationship with Shikaku - and being his bragged about arm candy - there’s not really a reason I’m here. He swears it’s to help with the stress these meetings bring him, but I think he’s just clingy. It’s a weird shift from his unattached son who didn’t seem to care where I was or what I did as long as it wasn’t with Shino or Naruto. It’s nice having someone who wants to know what you’re doing, and who wants you by their side.

“Did Ino come with you tonight?” I ask, trying to have any kind of conversation that doesn’t have to do with numbers or percentages for once tonight.

Inoichi lets out a small chuckle, a smile on his face as he shakes his head. “No, she did not. I swear that girl has no interest in taking over the clan. Though, she has shown great promise to one day take over the Barrier Team, so I suppose I cannot be too upset. What about you?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, scanning the crowd for Shikaku. Maybe I’m the one that’s grown clingy.

“I mean with your life. If you do stay with Shikaku, if you marry, become the Chiefess, you’ll only be what? You’ll be in your thirties, forties when he retires? What will you do with the rest of your life?”

I think over his questions for a moment, even though it hurts. They’re not unusual questions to me, they’re similar ones I got while I was with Shikamaru, to an extent. But now… they just… feel different. Having Inoichi paint it like I’m with his friend to fulfill the life I was promised by Shikamaru leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Is that what people think I’m doing? Is that why I’m so entranced in the Commander? Because he’s safe? Because not a lot changes between being with his son and being with him?

“I don’t know if I will spend my life with Shikaku,” I mutter, scanning the crowd for him again. “If I do, he has already done the family thing, so I doubt we’d ever have kids. Even if he does one day wish to marry me, I will not say yes until he retires. This generation already has a chiefess, they have Yoshino. The Nara Clan will not have another chiefess until Shikamaru is wed. As for retiring, my clan believes in leaving the Shinobi serves earlier than most. Do not tempt fate and make room for the next generation to spread their wings kind of thing, you know?”

Inoichi hums softly, his hands massaging my shoulders as he thinks over my answer. “I do not think Yoshino would be angry if you became chiefess.”

“I don’t think so either, but it is how I wish to respect her life. She was important to me, even if my actions tend to make people believe otherwise.”

Chief Yamanaka stays silent, his hands slowly falling to cling to the dips of my elbows. “Sweetheart,” he finally whispers in my ear, his hands rubbing my arms. “The… things I have done to… to you… they do not change my care for you. I may know Shikaku will never purposely make you feel trapped, but I also know when he gets attached he… he gets really attached. Do not feel trapped because of the decisions you have made.”

I know the words are meant with care and are meant to comfort me - and they do - but I can’t help but tease the man. “I hope it changes how you care a little bit, Chief Yamanaka, or else there’s going to be some real sticky issues.”

He lets out an airy laugh, another kiss planted to the side of my head and another shoulder squeeze paired with it. “Perhaps I care about you a bit differently than I have before, yes. For now, I should go mingle with my fellow chiefs. Just keep in mind, Sweetheart, there is never an expiration on my offer. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

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     Shikaku's soft humming wraps around me, the bored-with-life Shinobi strolling behind me as I shoot forward. His equally bored but a lot more pissy son strolls next to him, occasionally sending daggers my way as I move around the road.

There's still some hurt feeling between Shikamaru and me - him more than me, but I still think he's going to do excellent taking over for his father in the coming years. I will admit, sleeping with his dad and forming... whatever I am with Shikaku probably wasn't the most appropriate decision of my life. Despite that, I wouldn't change it and still hold strong in my thoughts that Shikamaru doesn't get a say in what I do anymore; even if Shikaku is his dad.

"Come on, slowpokes," I yell at them, hopping up the first step to their apartment complex.

"Hold your horses, Sweet Girl," Shikaku mumbles, his hand wrapping around my waist to tug me off the steps. "I want a cigarette before I go inside."

"Fine," I groan, letting him lead me around the side of the building.

"Are you coming Shikamaru?" He husks out, eyes glancing toward his son. "If not, you are more than welcome to wait for me inside."

Shikamaru shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes glancing between me and the side as he rolls his shoulders. "Ya, I should probably have a smoke before bed. I'll be antsy if I don't," he murmurs, rolling his shoulders once more before he trails after us.

Shikaku settles in one of the shadows cast by the building, his back pressed against the brick material. I mimic his position, leaning against the wall too. Shikamaru stalls for a moment, eyes flickering between his dad and me before he mirrors the two of us, leaning against the wall next to me.

"Addicts," I tease, tilting my head up to watch the melting colors of the sunset. Shikaku snakes his arm over my hips again, letting it rest loosely around me as his fingers toy with my side, occasionally dipping his fingertips into me as if he's trying to remind me he's there.

"You smoke too. Socially, at least," Shikamaru mumbles, a cigarette already resting between his lips, hands cupping the end as he lights it.

     "You do?" Shikaku asks, head tilting to the side to look at me, his hand busy placing a cigarette between his lips as well. I hum a yes, using the tip of my shoe to toy with dirt. "Do you want one?"

     "She doesn't smoke menthols," Shikamaru butts in before I can answer, rolling his eyes as he tilts his pack toward me. "She doesn't smoke my brand either but 'they're better than menthols' or whatever you used to bitch at me," he grumbles, eyes cast away from me as I slide one of the sticks out of the box.

     "You two need to stop smoking," I gently lecture, once again mimicking them, placing the cancer stick between my lips.

     "Says you," Shikamaru continues to groan, arm stretched out and his lighter flicked on to light my smoke for me.

     Quite falls over us, leaving the space so silent that if it wasn't for the three lines of smoke filling the air I wouldn't be sure whether this moment was real or not.

     "I'm not calling you mom," Shikamaru whispers, finally breaking the silence.

     "I wouldn't expect you to."

     He lets out a sigh, his head tumbling down to rest on my shoulder. "You're still a bitch."

     "You're still an asshole."

     "I know."

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[uchiha-slut-fiction]

Can someone make a request? I’m bored and I want to write but I want someone to tell me what they’d like to read. I write:

Angst (usually with absolutely no fluff but I will write with fluff if you need)

SMUT

Modern AU

Straight up fluff

Headcanons of all sorts

I do have characters I’m good at writing for and those I am not that great with.

❤️‍🔥=I am great at it PLEASE REQUEST THEM

🍄= I’m okay with them but I sometimes struggle

🥀= I’m not great at writing them please don’t bully me for it😭

Characters:

Leaf Nin:

Shikamaru❤️‍🔥

Choji🍄

Neji🥀

Naruto🍄

Shino❤️‍🔥

Sasuke❤️‍🔥

Lee🍄

Kiba🥀

Ino🍄

Sakura🍄

Hinata❤️‍🔥

Kakashi❤️‍🔥

Genma🥀

Yamato🍄

Dilfs:

Madara❤️‍🔥

Hashirama❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Shikaku❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Choza🥀

Inoichi 🥀

Minato🥀

Jiraiya❤️‍🔥

Fugaku🍄

Asuma❤️‍🔥

Milfs:

Tsunade🍄

Yoshino🍄

Kushina❤️‍🔥

Kurnai❤️‍🔥

Mei🥀

Akatsuki:

Kakuzu❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Hidan❤️‍🔥

Itachi❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Pein🍄

Kisame❤️‍🔥

Konan🍄

Deidara🥀

Sasori❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥(only in modern AU) otherwise:🥀

Zetsu🍄

Obito ❤️‍🔥

Tobi🥀

Etc:

Karin🥀

Suigetsu🥀🥀

Orochimaru❤️‍🔥

Jugo 🍄

Killer B🍄

Karui❤️‍🔥

Omoi 🥀

Gaara❤️‍🔥

Temari❤️‍🔥

Kankuro🍄

Of course if there is anyone I didn’t list, still feel free to request them.

Also, feel free to give me a writing prompt or an idea you want me to bounce off of. I can’t always promise perfection, but I can promise maximum effort.

[actuallysaiyan]

Masterlist II

Started on: 03/06/2021 Update on: 03/07/2022 Finished on: 03/07/2022 Number of works: 93 Let me know if any of the links don't work please :D

Trunks, Vegeta, Goku Black, Vegito and Gogeta taking care of anxious s/o H/Cs

Raditz breeding NSFW H/Cs

Goku taking care of anxious s/o H/Cs

Goku NSFW Alphabet

Super Buu SFW Alphabet

Broly, Itachi, Naruto and Gohan taking care of anxious s/o H/Cs

Vegeta falling in love with a royal succubus

Angry/posessive/jealous sex with Vegeta H/Cs

Dirty talking Vegeta H/Cs

Krillin NSFW alphabet

Jealous sex with Android 17 H/Cs

Goku x Reader with Super Saiyan Three

Goku x Reader NSFW prompt fic

Gohan, Goku, Trunks and Vegeta x Majin!Reader wanting to be a Saiyan H/Cs

Vegeta teaching Goku how to fuck fic(Vegeta x Reader x Goku)

Vegeta primal kink H/Cs

Vegeta kinks prompt fic

Vegeta "Bedroom. Right. Now" prompt fic

Jiraiya, Goku, Gohan and Yamato Size Kink H/Cs

Gohan x Reader rough first time smut fic

Broly x Reader calming him down fic

Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Broly and Gogeta with a low self-esteem s/o H/Cs

Raditz x Reader x Vegeta smut fic

Dominant Raditz smut fic

Yamcha x Reader getting caught

Goku, Gohan, Trunks and Yamcha x Reader thick cock H/Cs

Hidan, Itachi, Yamcha, Future Trunks and Krilling getting lap dance H/Cs

Vegeta thick cock H/Cs

Goku x Reader after battle smut fic

Yamcha NSFW Alphabet

Goku and Broly with small s/o H/Cs

Gohan NSFW Alphabet

Vegeta, Goku, Bardock, Trunks and Gohan pet names H/Cs

Bardock NSFW Alphabet

Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Itachi and Sasuke cockwarming H/Cs

Goku x Reader first time seeing SSJ3 fluff fic

Goku x Reader fucking in the rain smut fic

Cuddly smut with Goku

Lovesong(Yamcha x Reader, Part II of Yamcha x Reader getting caught)

Iruka, Kakashi, Yamcha, and Hidan making you squirt

Yamcha SFW Alphabet

Goku and Vegeta with a powerful/Kaguya Otsutsuki-esque s/o

Crazy On You(Prince!Son Gohan)

Happy Birthday Baby(Trunks x Reader)Gift for a friend

Orochimaru sensei taking his student's virginity

Yamato, Kakashi and Obito with pregnant s/o & raising his child H/Cs

Kakashi x Wifey reader H/Cs

Indra Ōtsutsuki NSFW Alphabet

Broly, Itachi, Naruto and Gohan taking care of anxious s/o H/Cs

Rock Lee x reader Overstimulation kink

Sasuke, Itachi, Madara, Hashirama and Yamato getting caught masturbation H/Cs

Baki Sensei x Reader with what's underneath his face veil

Yamato x Reader family planning H/Cs

Jiraiya x Reader fishnet tights

Indra Ōtsutsuki overstimulation/dumbification H/Cs

Inoichi Yamanaka daddy kink H/Cs

Kakashi x Reader who is pregnant with twins H/Cs

Uchiha men falling in love with Senju!Reader H/Cs

Sasuke Uchiha x Reader safe word fic

Shikamaru Nara x Reader who goes missing smut fic

Jiraiya, Goku, Gohan and Yamato size kink H/Cs

Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake catching you masturbating H/Cs

NSFW goodness for Shikamaru Nara

Orochimaru NSFW Alphabet

Shisui Uchiha going down on shy s/o H/Cs

Suigetsu Hōzuki NSFW Alphabet

Rasa NSFW Alphabet

Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Itachi, Sasuke and Hashirama breeding kink/insatiable s/o H/Cs

Baki x shy! S/o fluff fic

Hidan, Itachi, Yamcha, Future Trunks and Krilling getting lap dance H/Cs

Rasa x Reader vibrator smut fic

Teasing Gaara H/Cs

Itachi x Reader nightmare fic

Orochimaru being protective and possessive with small s/o H/Cs

Uh! All Night(Nightly Sessions Part II) Madara, Izuna, Jiraiya, Kakashi and Minato

Naruto x Dom! Reader smut fic

Minato Namikaze nipple sucking H/Cs

Kankuro x Reader body worship H/Cs

Orochimaru x Reader snake bondage smut fic

Itachi, Yamato, Kakashi possessive H/Cs

Madara x Reader breeding kink smut fic

Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Itachi and Sasuke cockwarming H/Cs

Kakashi with pregnant s/o with twins H/Cs

Orochimaru first time headcanons

Iruka, Kakashi, Yamcha, and Hidan making you squirt

Kakashi Hatake big cock headcanons

Drunken Shinobi Part I(Rock Lee, Sasuke Uchiha & Naruto Uzumaki)

Rock Lee birthday

Rock Lee birthday II

Spending NYE with the Sannin

ANBU!Kakashi x Reader x ANBU! Tenzo smut fic

Closer(Anbu!Kakashi Hatake x Reader x Might Guy)

Fluffy Rock Lee drabble/Metal Lee's mother

Who Loves You(Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader)

I Put A Spell On You(Sasuke x Fem!Reader)

Just Like Heaven(Dante x Reader smut)

Fluffy Vergil with insecure s/o

Somebody To Love(Dante x Fem!Reader)

Devil's Food(DT!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

[the8gates]

The Bug Collector: Chapter Nine - Moth

Word Count: 8.4k

Warning(s): SMUT

When Kakashi is appointed as the Sixth Hokage, he reveals that Obito Uchiha did not die in the war and that he plans to offer his former a friend a chance at rehabilitation and redemption. The few people who are aware of this secret project are supportive of the effort. Expect for Reiko Miki.

After her mentor, Shikaku Nara, was killed during the war, Reiko struggled to come to terms with his death. This issue is only made worse when Obito is placed in the only other house on her street. With seemingly everyone against the idea of serving true justice, Reiko decides to take matters into her own hands and make the Uchiha pay for all of the crimes he committed.

However, there may be more grey in the black and white picture she’d painted than she originally anticipated.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - AO3 - Chapter Ten 

Dear Reiko, 

Over the course of my life, I know that I have made many errors. Some of those mistakes resulted in irreversible consequences, and even the lesser ones weigh just as heavy on my conscious. Grappling with the demands that the title of Jonin Commander asks of you is, in itself, a heavy enough burden without the added weight of regret. Age brings wisdom, and I have tried to teach you portions of the lessons I have learned over the years, but I do believe the things that I have failed to teach you will be one of the burdens I carry with me to my end. 

With another great battle on the horizon, I find myself seated at this desk yet again, a pen in hand and, for the first time in my life, the words are failing me. When I sat down this evening with the intention of penning letters to all of the people in my life who may miss me if I do not return, I thought the letters would come easily. In my heart, I understand the way I feel about everyone. Yoshino. Shika. Ionichi and Chosa. However, Rei, my feelings for you still leave me perplexed.

It’s funny. I always teased Inoichi for his belief in astrology and fate, but I couldn’t describe our first meeting as anything other than that. The stars had to have been perfectly aligned, and the universe put you in my path for a purpose that was evident from the very first moment. In my youth, I was angry and brazen. A heart forged in the heat of battle and a mind clearer that any diamond, I was prideful and overly confident. However, I always felt a lingering sense of disappointment. As if, with all of my accolades, I still was not meeting up to the expectations I had set for myself. 

Then, when I heard about the little girl who had cheated her way into the Ninja Academy and had been successfully forging tests and scores for six months, all on her own, I had this moment of clarity. I wish I could describe the feeling that overcame me. How could I say that I felt pride and invigoration on behalf of a child I had never met? I asked around about you after that. I found your name and a photo from your Academy entrance, but when I approached your mother in hopes to talk to you about your goals, she’d turned me away. Claiming you were far too ill to involve yourself in the Shinobi world. I was upset, but I moved on. Then, as luck would have it, I ran into you in that book shop not a month later. 

I suppose ‘ran into you’ is the wrong phrasing. Rather, you ran into me. I knew from the moment you brushed against me in that narrow aisle what you’d done. The pocket where I kept my wallet was lighter and I still vividly remember turning to stop you, only to find that you were already gone. Somehow managing to disappear in a crowd of no more than five people who were gathered around a display. When I tracked you down that day, I didn’t even realize who you were until I caught you several blocks away, paying for sweets with money from my wallet. 

After that, though, I knew what it was that I was missing. You were standoffish, downright hateful, and quick as a whip. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, and I’ve just come to realize it myself in recent years, but you reminded me of me. So, I think, in some strange way, I wanted to impart my wisdom on you so you didn’t turn out like I had. Now, I know you’re probably reading this with a scowl-

Reiko paused her reading for a moment to relax her face, albeit, begrudgingly. 

-and you’re probably thinking that the things I’m saying about myself are untrue. You always treated me like I could do no wrong, and while I am grateful for the occasional confidence boost, I am here to let you know that you were wrong in that assessment. I was not perfect when I met you. Far from it. And, despite my personal growth, I will not be perfect when they bury me. I was a lot like you. Closed off, angry for a reason I could never quite pin down, and full of pride. It took a lifetime of short comings and disappointments to realize those things, and while I hope you have learned from my mistakes, I doubt that you have. 

Please don’t misunderstand me. I am not saying that you have not grown in your own right. You have. But I wanted to write this letter to address a few lingering concerns of mine. Tie up loose ends, so to say. I am running out of flowery ways to say these things, and eventually, the paper will run out of room for my nostalgic anecdotes. So, here is something we can both understand. An itemized list. 

Be mindful of your subordinates concerns. Even if it is difficult to hear criticism, the only people who can speak on injustices are the ones experiencing it. Listen to them and reflect.

Try to relax, from time to time. Take an hour every day to unwind, if you can. I know that’s cliche, but stress will kill you quicker than any enemy. 

I know it seems easier to bear the burden of everything yourself, but remember that everyone leans on someone eventually. Even if you think there is no possible way someone else could understand you, I promise you, someone will. You just have to give them the chance. 

No matter how brilliant or talented you think you are, there is always going to be someone better. That’s not meant to put you down. I say that because that means there is always a goal. Someone to surpass. 

If something is bothering you, if you have a regret, address it. Life is too short for that shit. 

Those are just a few of the lessons that I had to learn the hard way, so I wanted to remind you of them to prevent you from making the same mistakes. When I was young and I took you under my wing, I will be honest, it began as a vanity project. I wanted to mold you into what I considered to be the perfect leader. I wanted to build you up in my image. But that wasn’t right, and I fully realized that when we had Shika. You are your own person and whether or not you follow in my exact footsteps, you will be a wonderful leader. 

If I do not return from this battle, I have one more thing to say to you, Reiko. 

I love you like my own child. Thank you for sticking by my side all of these years. I don’t think I could have asked for a better partner, confidant, baby sitter, daughter, color coordinator and best friend. You truly changed my life and my perspective on nearly everything. I know it will be hard for you if this letter is the last time you hear from me, but I will remind you of one more piece of wisdom that I believe we have both encountered time and time again over the course of our relationship. 

Live your life in service of love and chase peace wherever you can find it. Wallowing in hatred and despair will only breed more of the same. 

Take care of Yoshino and Shika for me. 

-Love,

Shikaku 

With watery eyes and trembling hands, Reiko slowly folded the letter back up and slipped it back into the envelope. She’d heard every word in his voice, yet the Shikaku in her head was deathly silent. Through the walls, she could hear the muffled sounds of Yoshino and Shikamaru fussing back and forth about something. Their voices were accompanied by the groan of floorboards as they walked around the home and the light pattering of rain on the window above Shikaku’s desk. Yet, it had never been more quiet. Her body felt empty. Her heart lodged in her throat painfully as she fought the urge to cry, even in the privacy of his office. 

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The files on her desk were stacked dangerously high, teetering precariously on a foundation of paper and card stock. It was easily a weeks worth of documents, and Reiko knew she should just brave the battle and tackle the task with a pot of coffee at the ready. If she could just find the strength to begin, she could focus and finish it all in one sitting. One long night and she would be rid of the mountain that burdened her with the knowledge that one day would bring a landslide. 

However, every time she glanced over at the stack, she felt the willpower leave her body more swiftly than she could manage to build it up. It had been like this since she’d read that letter, and the several others that Shikaku had dictated every time he’d left on a dangerous mission in the years they’d worked together. He’d sat down at that desk on numerous occasions to try and write down what he believed could be his final words… He’d done that with the knowledge that, at any point, he could leave his son without a father. His wife without a husband. Reiko without a mentor. And she couldn’t even find the strength to process a few mission reports. 

Though that idea didn’t necessarily inspire her to move forward. In fact, it depressed her to her very core. Her mission to kill Obito had completely fallen to the wayside as well. She hadn’t been to see him since their sleep over two weeks ago. The idea of seeking revenge didn’t fill her with flame and fury like it had. It just made her nauseous and jaded. She could feel her eyes glossing over as she stared into the distance at nothing in particular, the few thoughts in her head echoing off the sides of her skull like an empty warehouse. Rattling around and falling on deaf ears. She couldn’t focus. Couldn’t cry. Everything just felt empty and pointless. 

She recalled Shikaku’s final message. His reminder for her to reach out and talk to someone when she needed to. Reiko knew that it might be beneficial to voice what she was feeling to another person. If only to talk herself through it. But the only person she’d ever really discussed things like that with was Shikaku. And even his voice in her head had disappeared in recent weeks. Kakashi had been her friend at one point, but that bridge was burnt and she couldn’t very well reveal everything to him. In all honesty, the only other person she could think to turn to was someone she tried to avoid most of the time. 

Her day ended as it had began. She turned the lights in her office off and shut the door to leave behind that massive stack of files. Reiko kept her head down as she exited the Hokage Tower, but her feet didn’t take her home like they had for two weeks. Instead, they pulled her towards the center of the village. Past the restaurants and all of the shops. She didn’t even realize where she was going until she found herself on a familiar wooden landing. The teal paint was chipping off the door frame and the nearly rotted boards beneath her feet groaned as they accommodated her weight. Faintly, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted past her nostrils and she glanced over at a cheap, plastic, chair on the porch just outside the front door. It was stained and worn from years of use, and next to sat an equally dirty plastic table that housed a single coffee can full of black ashes. 

Before she could pull herself out of her haze and think better of the situation she’d just put herself in, the front door was being pulled open on squeaky hinges. 

“Reiko?”

A voice called from the doorway, and she picked her head up to meet the eyes of the woman who had given her life. Hana Miki, her mother. They were similar in builds, though her mother was taller and her face decidedly more weathered. She was thin and angular with a knot of dark brown hair on the back of her head, several wispy strands stuck out and framed her sharp face. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her skin hung from her jaw and cheek bones in a couple pieces. Reiko was stunned in silence for a moment as she took in her mothers appearance. Had she always looked this… old?

“Hi, mom.”

Reiko said, when it was clear her mother was looking for some kind of response. Though, still, she was confused as to why she’d come here in the first place. She really hadn’t seen Hana in well over a year. It had been even longer since she’d returned to her childhood home. Yet, her chest ached at the sight of her mother, now reduced to a woman she barely recognized. Still, Hana smiled at her. 

“Long time no see. I thought you’d forgotten about me. Do you want to come in? I just put a pot of coffee on.”

Hana offered, waving a bit in her direction and already taking a careful step backwards into the home. Reiko was hesitant, peering past the older woman into the home. Her ears tuned in for the telltale signs of her mothers long term boyfriend, Goro. Obnoxiously loud snoring. Floorboards creaking under excessive weight. The blaring sound of the television and his heinous laughter. But the home was quiet and calm. 

“Goro’s not here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Her mother clarified, and Reiko jerked her head up in response. Then, immediately, she was irritated by the assumption. 

“M’not worried. Just want to know what to expect.”

Reiko muttered, and her mother clicked her tongue against her teeth before fully turning around to retreat into the apartment. 

“Just as cautious as ever, I see. Well, whether you’re worried or not, the coffee is going to burn.”

Hana said as she walked away. After another second of indecision and peeking inside, Reiko took a careful step over the threshold and into the living room. She shut the door behind her quietly and glanced around the room with wide eyes. In her childhood, the home had always been in a state of disarray. Goro’s dirty clothes scattered around the living room. Trash pilling up on end tables and a sink over flowing with dishes. Her mother hadn’t exactly been a homemaker, and she’d had the added stress of running the textile shop to deal with. Goro never pulled his weight, so, through those circumstances, filth arose. But now, it was clean. The couch was covered in neatly folded throw blankets and a couple, decorative, throw pillows. Every surface was devoid of dust or clutter, and there was a scented candle sat on the entertainment stand by the TV. The smell of stale cigarette smoke faded from her nose and was replaced with a mixture of cinnamon-apple and fresh coffee. 

“Like what I’ve done with the place?”

Hana asked from her position in the kitchen, peeking over her shoulder in Reiko’s direction. She nodded a bit, taking a few steps towards the cheap table. 

“Yeah… When did you find the time?”

Reiko questioned, noticing more as she walked further into the apartment. The coat rack on the wall didn’t hold several of Goro’s jackets anymore. The picture of himself and Hana, that was normally affixed to the front of the fridge with plastic magnets, was gone. 

“Tch. You’d be surprised how much more manageable the mess became when I kicked that good for nothing asshole out.”

Hana quipped, grabbing two mugs from an upper cabinet. That caused Reiko’s eyebrows to raise in surprise. So, she’d finally dumped that lazy piece of shit?

“Oh… I didn’t know you two broke up. What happened?”

Reiko asked, and Hana shrugged as Reiko seated herself at the kitchen table. 

“Just got tired of taking care of him. It was a long time coming. And you wouldn’t know, would you? A lot can change in a year.”

Hana replied, causing a minor pang of guilt to rock through Reiko’s chest. She loved her mother. Of course she did. But she always felt more like an obstacle to overcome than she did a mother. If that was the case, then why was she here now? 

“Yeah… a lot can change.”

Reiko muttered to fill the awkward silence that had fallen between them as Reiko grappled with the sudden shameful, confusing, feeling. 

“Mhm… I heard about Shikaku… It’s a shame. He was a good man.”

Hana suddenly said as she poured them each a cup of coffee. Those stale, white, mugs had been in this house since Reiko was a small child. The insides were stained tan and white paint on the handles had long since chipped away, but when Hana settled the cup in front of Reiko, she found that clasping the mug in her hands gave her a sense of comfort. Though, she would never show it. 

“I thought you hated him.”

Reiko commented, the bitterness in her tone a stark contrast to her mothers tenderness. Hana sighed and shook her head as she seated herself in the worn kitchen chair on the other side of the table. 

“I never hated him. He was a brilliant man who served this village well. And, he set you up with a future. I mean it. He was a good man and I am sorry that he’s gone. I’m sure you’ve been… well. There probably isn’t a word for how you’ve been feeling. Not that you would tell me, anyway.”

Hana responded, no clear indication of disappointment in her voice at this point. She’d always scolded Reiko for being so harsh and cold. It had prevented them from connecting, her mother said. However, that responsibility should not have rested on the shoulders of a child. 

There were a few beats of silence as they each took a few, grateful, sips from the warms mugs. Her mother was right. There wasn’t a word to describe how she’d been feeling. There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to quantify all of the pain, confusion, anger, and numbness she’d experienced in recent months. And, even if there were, Reiko wouldn’t be able to speak them. Even as she sat here, she wondered why she had returned to her childhood home. Hana would always allow her inside. They were mother and daughter, after all. But, why had her feet brought her here? What was she looking for?

“Well, you sure didn’t seem as appreciative of him when he was alive.”

Reiko quipped, unable to stop herself from looking for a fight. The anger was bubbling in the base of her throat, but she couldn’t pin point its origin. She only knew that it begged to be released. Hana sighed softly, settling her mug down on the table. 

“Reiko… It’s not that I didn’t appreciate him. Or that I disliked Shikaku as a person. I just never liked your attachment to him.”

Hana answered, though that didn’t make much sense to Reiko either. Her face screwed up a bit like she’d eaten something sour, her eyebrow arching in accusatory confusion. 

“What does that even mean?”

She asked, and Hana sighed again, clasping her hands together in front of her as she shook her head. 

“Let’s not do this. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you I don’t want to-.”

Hana started to say, but Reiko was quick to cut her off with a shake of her own head. 

“No, mom. I want to know what you mean by that. My attachment to Shikaku. Why did that worry you?”

Reiko spat back, prepared for the fight that would come from this conversation. That must have been why she came here. To argue. To get some of this repressed weight off her chest. It wasn’t fair to take it all out on her mother, but it would be a means to an end. She could blow up a bit and clear her head. Then, it would be back to business. 

“It’s just… well, you latched onto him so quickly. Then, when you got older, it was confusing for you. I think you were looking for so much in him. A father. A friend. A… well, I think those wires crossed. Young love is confusing enough as it is-“

Hana tried to explain, but again, Reiko was cutting her off with a scathing scoff, her arms folding over her chest. 

“Oh for the love of-. Young love? What are you even talking about? That’s ridiculous-“

Reiko started to defend, but Hana interrupted this time. 

“Let me finish, Reiko. It’s not your fault, but you were, very much so, in love with that man. You thought he was god’s gift to creation and did anything he told you to. I saw the way you blushed and stuttered around him at times. The way you watched his back with this absolutely dopey expression. And Shikaku was a good man. So, he never took advantage of that. And for years I had to watch him break your heart over and over again. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t yours. It was just an unfortunate situation that I wished I could have made go away. That’s all.”

Hana finished, Reiko having long since dropped her head to stare down at the cup of black coffee clutched in her hands. Her palms were sweating, but not from the heat of the mug. Her gut was churning, but not from the caffeine on an empty stomach. The words cut through her like a hot knife. Slicing through any hastily erected wall to sink straight into her core. She tried to maintain her facade. Tried to seem angry or spiteful, because it was easier to hide behind those spiked walls than to let them down. But her bottom lip trembled anyway. 

“So, when I say I’m sorry for your loss, I mean it. Because I know you lost the love of your life. And I doubt that anyone else has thought about it in that context.”

Her mother added, only serving to drive the knife in further. Immediately, her eyes welled with tears. Her throat ached. Then, just as she was about to force herself to stave off the need to cry yet again, Shikaku’s voice graced her with its presence for the first time in two weeks. 

“Let it out.”

With those three words, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from her lungs. She drew in a ragged breath to chase the oxygen she’d lost, but it was too late. The dam broke and her eyes filled with tears. The next sound she was able to let out was a quiet, choked, sob. Reiko’s eyes scrunched shut in defiance of the flooding of emotion, a last ditch effort to save face in front of her mother. It didn’t work. As soon as the first tear rolled over her cheek and slid down the side of her coffee cup, Hana was standing from her seat and crossing the kitchen was a soft ‘Oh, honey…’. 

She descended on Reiko and wrapped her arms around her shoulders in a tight hug, burying the tip of her sharp nose in Reiko’s brown hair. Just the feeling of someone wrapping her in warmth during what she would consider to be her weakest moment had a vocal sob rising from her throat. Giving up the fight, she turned and buried her face against her mother’s collarbone, her arms wrapping around her waist in turn as she shook with the force of her sobs. 

Hana was right. Reiko had been in love with Shikaku from the moment she’d met him until the day he’d died. That’s why she’d been so angry since then. There was all of this unrequited love sitting in the pit of her stomach, begging for an outlet. That’s why Obito… that had to be why she felt so confused about Obito. She was projecting and just looking for somewhere to place all of those emotions. To care for someone, anyone, in the same way she’d cared for Shikaku. And Obito was reciprocating. 

For a while, she sobbed openly in Hana’s arms. In those moments, all she could think of were Shikaku and his gruff laugh. His smiling face. That hug they’d shared in her new home. His sharp brow furrowed in thought. Those images were welcome. 

The unwelcome ones came fast on the heels of her memories of Shikaku. Obito, staring up at her with rapture in his dark living room. Her fingers running through his white hair. His head in her lap, curling up with the force of his laughter at her story about cheating in the Academy. Obito’s dark eyes, teary and glossed over as he explained Rin’s death to the best of his ability. 

And even though she tried to fight it, her heart ached at those images as well.  

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Reiko left her mothers house with a renewed sense of confidence. They’d talked for an hour more after she’d calmed down enough to speak. Mostly, though, Hana allowed Reiko to speak freely about Shikaku. She reminisced aloud and painted the picture of the man she remembered. In the end, when Reiko felt she’d talked long enough, Hana had suggested they continue seeing each other like this. Weekly. Twice a month. It didn’t matter as long as they kept in contact. 

Her mother had even apologized for the errors she’d made in Reiko’s youth. For the first time in her life, Reiko left her childhood home feeling cleansed. 

That thought, and the memories of Shikaku, were what spurred her forward now. Her feet struck the ground with self assurance. She would kill Obito tonight. She would get revenge for the man she’d lost. Put all of these horrible emotions behind her and start her life over. So, when she marched up the front steps to Obito’s house, there was no hesitance when she knocked. Even if she hadn’t seen him in two weeks, she knew just the thing to get back in his good graces. Just enough that he would feel comfortable sleeping next to her again. 

When the door creaked open, she did her best to sag her shoulders a bit and make herself appear softer. More vulnerable. The red rings flaring around her eyes and the drying tear streaks on her cheeks would be enough to convince him. 

“Hey, did you forget something?”

Obito asked, the sound of his voice causing her stomach to turn. Reiko peered up at him through her lashes, seeing his face for the first time in weeks made her heart stutter. His dark eyes widened and her name fell from his lips in a way that made her skin crawl. Still, she stowed those feelings and continued with the tortured, remorseful, act. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I just really needed to see you.”

Reiko said, and Obito immediately moved to usher her inside. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. 

“Of course… Are you okay?”

He asked, the sound of the door shutting behind her letting her know they were alone. She glanced around the living room, looking for any signs of other life. But the house was deathly quiet. All of the candles in the room had been blown out. So, he’d been preparing for bed. 

“Reiko. Someone was here. He asked if you’d forgotten something. If he just spoke with someone, they’re going to have a near exact time frame for when he died. Think this through. You don’t need to-“

Reiko turned to face him, taking note of the wide eyed innocence on his face. This would be easier than she’d thought. 

“Yeah… I’m okay… I just…”

She started to mutter, drawing closer to him with every word. Then, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, immediately crashing her lips against his a passionate kiss. 

Obito jerked a bit at the action, but he was quick to follow her lead. His arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her with an equal force. Reiko sunk her fingers into the hair on the back of his head, pressing as tightly against his sturdy frame as she could manage, and with her chest flush with his, she felt the rapid pounding of his heart. She tugged at the white locks between her fingers, drawing a short gasp from Obito that allowed her to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth with hot desperation. He was so goddamned accommodating, allowing her to do whatever she pleased and matching her pace. However, when she trailed her hands down his chest to slide under the hem of his shirt, Obito pulled away from her with a sound of discontent. Their lips separated with a pop and his grip on her waist loosened until he was just holding her with large hands, putting some distance between them. Reiko’s eyes flew open, staring up at him in shock and offense, but he was looking down at her with confusion in his dark eyes. 

“Wait. Wait. What are you doing, Rei? I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and you show up just to-“

Obito started to say, trying to understand that situation better. But Reiko didn’t have the patience for that. The sooner they could do this, the sooner she would be able to expel these feelings. The strange, nagging, ones that had been haunting her since their sleepover. She shook her head, cutting him off. 

“Please… I have had a horrible couple of weeks. I’ve been stressed and sick and all I want right now is to be with you…”

Reiko said, her voice a strange mix of pathetic and husky. The words themselves were vague, but her intentions were clear in the way her hands continued to hike up his t-shirt, her fingers slowly rising higher and higher on his bare chest. Obito sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles twitching under her gentle touch as his eyes dropped to the space between them again, watching her wrists disappear under his shirt. 

“If you don’t want to, just tell me to stop…”

Reiko added, because she wanted to kill him, but taking advantage of him wasn’t an option. It wasn’t in her wheelhouse. Murder was fair. Sexual assault was not. Obito swallowed thickly, and then, as if the option she’d given him had just registered, he jerked his head up to meet her line of sight again. His dark eyes were wrenched wide in a combination of panic and excitement as he tried to determine if he was reading the situation clearly. Though, Reiko was sure how it could be interpreted any other way. 

“I want to. W-we can… But I still don’t understand-“

Obito tried to eek out, but Reiko shook her head again, closing the space between them to press a kiss to his lips and silence him. With their noses grazing together and their lips barely touching. 

“We can talk later.”

She whispered, and this time she could hear the gulp from Obito. There was a second of decision making, his dark eyes searching her face for any sign of betrayal and Reiko’s own holding a wealth of affirmation before he finally nodded. With that final confirmation, she pressed her mouth tightly to his again, sharing one more heated kiss before pulling away entirely to grab his wrist and pull him in the direction of his bedroom. Obito followed behind easily, but he shifted his hand to lace their fingers together. Reiko could feel the nervous sweat on his palm, and when they crossed into the bedroom, she released his hand as she positioned him at the foot of the bed, giving his chest a light shove. 

“Lay down on your back.”

Reiko instructed, and Obito watched her, stupefied, for a moment as she toed off her shoes before doing as she’d said and scrambling to lay on the bed. She considered further undressing, but decided she’d rather have him pull her clothes off. Reiko moved to follow him, positioning herself to straddle his lap just as his head hit the pillow. Obito’s hands immediately moved to her hips, a clear indication of his growth in this department. But his entire face was still covered in a dark blush. There was a moment of silence, where everything slowed down as she ran her hands up his clothed torso to rest her palms flat against his chest. Obito’s heartbeat was steady against her fingertips, his breath rising and falling quickly as he stared up at her in anticipation. She took care to not sit on him fully yet, knowing from watching him lie down that he was already hard based on the tent in his thin pajama pants.

“Are you sure about this?”

Reiko asked again, her conscious not permitting her to go any further until he was in total agreement. Obito thought it over for a moment. His eyes filtering between her face and where she hovering over his groin, then to her hands splayed on his chest. Finally, his dark gaze met hers again, and he nodded. 

“Yeah.”

With that final confirmation, she lowered her weight onto him, feeling the outline of his member against her own core. At the pressure, Obito let out a gasp, his fingers tightening on her hips and Reiko hummed in understanding. From just the feeling alone, his size was impressive. That was not something she’d been expecting at all, but it left her pleasantly surprised nonetheless. She rolled her hips once, just to feel the length of him pressing against her through their clothes and Obito gasped again, a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat as his body went stiff, the tension in his muscles visible in the way the veins in his outstretched arms protruded. Reiko leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

She muttered, locking eyes with him again to make sure he was still with her. Obito clenched his jaw, the muscles in his cheeks bulging slightly, and nodded. Now came the fun part. 

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“God, yes…”

Reiko sighed as she rocked her hips against Obito’s. He filled her beautifully and every roll of her hips caused the tip of him to drag against the sweet spot that made her throb and her heart skip a beat. From the muffled sounds he was making against her chest, she could tell he was sensitive and trying his hardest to keep himself from finishing too soon. Though, he’d already came once. Hot and sticky in his boxers as they’d kissed and ran their hands over each others sparsely clothed bodies. Honestly, that was entirely her fault. She’d ground down against him the entire time, giving him no chance of escape. Obito’s pretty, desperate, vocalizations had only spurred her on, wanting nothing more than to see his face contort in pleasure and mild embarrassment. Now, however, if he finished and denied her the orgasm that had been building for a while, she would be a bit upset. 

His lips were wrapped around one of her nipples, tongue laving over the sensitive bud as drool pooled at the corners of his mouth. The image alone was almost nearly as erotic as the feeling. Reiko buried her fingers in his white hair, holding him close as she wound against him. Her inner thighs burned from the strain of being in this position for so long, but strangely, it only added to the heat that spread over her entire body and heightened her desperation to reach her own end. Obito bucked up against her a bit, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair at the flash of pleasure that washed through her. 

“Fuck…”

Obito groaned, releasing her nipple from his mouth in favor of burying his forehead against her sternum and screwing his brow up in frustration and focus. The hands on her lower back flexed and gripped where they could, pulling her hips towards him as he ground himself up and further into her. Reiko trembled a bit at the overwhelming feeling, her mouth falling open as her eyes screwed shut. 

“You’re doing so good, Obito… just a little more…”

She encouraged, voice breathy and uneven as she stuttered in search of oxygen. Honestly, she didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on in her life. There was something about the way he clung to her like a lifeline. His large hands splayed on her back, blunt finger nails digging into her flesh, and the breathy moans he let out against her skin. Every time she managed to look at him, his face was contorted in pleasure and his patchwork skin was cast in the soft glow of several candles. In the moment, he was fucking beautiful. A thin sheen over sweat covered his body, highlighting things she’d never really considered before. His strong arms wrapped around her tightly and when she looked down she could see the corded muscles in his back rolling and contracting in time with their desperate grinding. 

From the moment they’d begun, he’d made her feel desired. Once he’d realized that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her, he hadn’t held back. Obito’s mouth and hands were on her constantly, sometimes with no clear target. Just roaming and feeling their way across her body. Like now, he pressed sloppy, open mouthed, kisses to the valley between her breasts. He drew his tongue over her sensitive skin, simply tasting her for the sake of doing so. In theory, it was inexperienced and overly eager. But in practice, it was raw and full of longing. He’d been so touch starved when she first met him and, now, he would take any opportunity he could to lose himself in her body. 

That thought sent another wave of pleasure through her. One that caused her to tighten around him and gush, her toes curling up to the point of her feet cramping. Obito moaned at the feeling, his teeth sinking into her collarbone unintentionally. 

“Please… Please…”

He begged against her skin, his words muffled and slurred as he lost himself in pleasure. The whiny sound filled her with a renewed passion. Reiko picked up the pace per his request, bouncing herself on his length lightly. The shallow thrusts drew a nearly pained cry from the man under her, but the movement was sending her reeling towards her own end. 

“You’re doing so good… so good, Obito. ‘M so close.”

Reiko babbled, swallowing thickly in between words as each wave of pleasure pushed the breath from her lungs. She picked her head up from where she’d allowed it loll back, turning to look down at where his cheek with pressed against her chest. Her grip in his hair tightened again, but this time she used the leverage to pull him back and drop her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Obito moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking into hers in a stuttering pattern, proving his loss of control. 

“You wanna cum again for me?”

She questioned against his mouth, their lips sliding together, sloppy and unrestrained. Reiko opened her eyes just enough to see his brow furrow in pain. Obito nodded quickly, chasing her lips and sealing their mouths back together again as he whimpered. The feeling of his spit slicked mouth pressed against hers and the sound of his pathetic whimpers vibrating against her tongue was the final straw. With a few more, inconsistent, thrusts of his hips, Reiko was meeting her own end. She gasped and moaned into his mouth, tightening around his length in a vice grip as Obito nearly cried and emptied himself inside of her. 

For several moments afterwards, they pressed their foreheads together and tried to regain control of their bodies. The aftershocks pulsed through Reiko and Obito hissed and twitched beneath her when she contracted around him involuntarily. Once they’d caught their breath, Reiko let out a shuddering sigh and Obito ran his hands down the expanse of her back. 

“Can you… it’s too much… sensitive.”

Obito muttered, wincing a bit when she clenched down again, this time totally intentionally. Reiko let out a breathy laugh, pressing one last kiss to his lips before using her jelly-like legs to raise herself off his member. They shuddered a bit at the loss, but Obito didn’t release his grip on her. Instead, he lurched forward and buried his face in her chest again, trying to hold her close and hide his face at the same time. It was a bit clingier than she was used to, but it was his first time and Reiko wasn’t a monster. So, held him as well, her fingers combing through his hair to soothe him. Eventually, though, the stickiness between her legs and the drying sweat became too uncomfortable to ignore. 

“I need to clean up…”

She whispered, having dropped her nose to press against his scalp. Obito nodded, releasing her from his arms but still making sure to drag his hands across every inch of skin he could manage. When she finally clambered off his lap, she did her best to cover her chest with her arms as she looked around for the clothing they’d shed, but articles were strewn everywhere and she wrinkled her nose as she tried to locate everything. 

“Here.”

Obito said from his position on the bed, he moved to grab his discarded t-shirt from the sheets right beside him. Reiko hesitated for a second, but reached forward to take it from him anyway. When she turned her eyes to thank him, the words died in her throat. He looked so soft. Obito’s white hair was sticking up in all directions and his mixture of pale white and tan skin mingled against the blankets piled around him was one of the most inviting things she’d ever seen. Still, she swallowed the realization and smiled. 

“Thanks.”

Reiko uttered before tugging the long shirt over her body and scurrying out of the room to the upstairs bathroom to clean herself off. Her brain left her body for a bit and she washed up in silence, just enjoying the pleasant relaxation in her muscles after such a strenuous activity. When she crept back downstairs, however, a sound from Obito’s bedroom caused her to freeze just by the doorway. 

Reiko positioned herself against the wall, staring into the darkness of his nearly empty living room as she focused on the noise. Vaguely, she could hear sniffling. Once, maybe he just had a runny nose. But then she heard it again. And again. Followed by the very clear sound of stuttered breathing. Then, a soft hiccup. 

Obito was crying. 

At the realization, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach and her insides twisted into knots. Had she gone too far? Taken too much in her attempt to… god, why had she even done this? A heavy regret settled on her chest as she stood and listened to him cry. This wasn’t fair. He’d been so vocal about his boundaries before and then, just because she felt like she had to tick this off her checklist before she killed him, she’d shown up on his porch and threw herself at him. Why? Sleeping with him was supposed to be a means to an end. Really, she could have just talked to him to regain his trust enough to allow her to sleep over again. Now, she’d taken advantage of him and that made her even worse than a murderer. 

“Rei?”

Obito called from the room, causing her to realize that she’d forgotten to turn the light off at the top of the stair case. So, despite her efforts to hide, her shadow was stretched across the floor beyond the doorway. Of course he knew she was here. She tried to save face, stepping around the corner and into the room with a soft smile, her head dropped forward.

“Hey… yeah, sorry I just had a hair stuck in-“

She started to cover, but he stopped her.

“Did you hear me?”

He asked, his voice raw and gruff. It forced Reiko to pick up her head and look at him. If she’d been able to ignore the crying before, she certainly wouldn’t be able to now. Obito’s eyes were ringed with red and the wet streaks on his cheeks were glaring, even if he reached up quickly to wipe them away. He was still naked from the waist up, but it looked like he’d managed to pull his boxers back on. At the sight of him, appearing so sad and small, the response jumped from Reiko’s mouth. 

“Yeah.”

She confirmed, and Obito sighed, his shoulders sagging forward and his head dropping to stare down at the blankets. A panic took ahold of her and she stepped into the room. 

“Ah, Obito, if I went too far, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… if I made you feel pressured to do anything-.”

Reiko started again, but he jerked his head up, dark eyes wide in panic. 

“Oh no! No, it’s not that. I swear. You didn’t pressure me at all, I wanted to. And I-I’m really glad we did!”

Obito stuttered in defense, some of the tension easing from Reiko’s shoulders as she approached the bed further. Carefully, she sunk to her knees at the foot of the bed so they were eye level. 

“Are you sure?”

She asked, and Obito nodded, letting out a surprising chuckle. 

“Yeah… I’m… God, you’re so- that was so… good. So good. It’s just… damn, I must seem really pathetic. Crying after something like that.”

Obito scoffed, shaking his head at his own reaction. Despite his apparent embarrassment, he sniffled again and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. Just like that night several weeks ago, Reiko couldn’t help herself when she reached forward and grabbed his wrists to pull his hands away from his face. It was like some inert ability called her to action in these moments. A desire in her chest that had laid dormant until… well, it made her want to comfort him. 

“I don’t think it’s pathetic… but why?”

Reiko asked, Obito’s gaze landing back on her face, forcing the eye contact that made her feel small. He looked desperate to speak for a moment, his chin titled upward and his dark eyes pleading. Then, he seemed to think better of it, shaking his head and clicking his tongue against his teeth. 

“It’s… don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”

He said, trying to pull away from her, but Reiko’s grip on his wrists tightened and she didn’t move from her position. Didn’t change the concerned expression on her face. Obito’s eyes darted down to her hands, then her concerned face again. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging again, though he couldn’t look at her when he spoke. 

“Just… when I was younger I always thought that I would… that my first time would be with Rin.”

Obito admitted, but when he’d really realized what he’d said he blushed furiously, dark eyes widening in panic. 

“Not-Not that I thought about it a lot or anything! Really, I’m not like that and we were young but- I don’t know. I just always thought that I would spend the rest of my life with her and that… included all of the firsts.”

He clarified, dropping his head forward a bit bashfully. Again, this tugged at her heartstrings. Made the guilt rise in her throat like vomit. There was something so honest and innocent in his eyes when he spoke about Rin. That first love from early childhood… she knew what that was like. 

“Obito… I’m sorry if I took those firsts from you… I didn’t even think-“

Reiko started to say, but he was cutting her off yet again, his white eyebrows furrowing. 

“No, no… don’t be sorry. Really, Rei. I wasn’t upset because I regret anything. I think maybe… it’s just hard. Because for so long I thought about a future with her. And even after… even after everything happened, I only thought about building a world where I could still have a future with her. But…”

Obito tried to explain, trailing off a bit out of self consciousness. But Reiko wanted to hear more. She had to hear more. So, she took his pale hand and brought it up to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles. Obito picked his head back up to stare at her, though he didn’t appear as shocked as he would have a couple weeks ago. 

“But?”

Reiko asked, pulling a soft smile from Obito. It seemed like he’d found some reassurance or confidence, because he locked eyes with her when he said the next part. 

“But… I think, maybe, I could see a future with you. And these past couple weeks that we’ve spent apart, I started to realize that. I really like you, Rei. And I think that’s what Rin would have wanted, ya know? For me to at least try and move on… to be happy. And I am happy. With you.”

Obito finished, completely stunning her in place and making her blood run colder with every word. The hope on his face made her physically sick. She shouldn’t have asked. She should have just let him wallow. Let him keep all those flowery words to himself. In the beginning, she thought she would have been able to laugh at him for being so naive, so tenderhearted and easy to manipulate, but as he stared at her with nothing but admiration, Reiko felt nothing but guilt. 

“At least he’ll die happy.”

With that, her tongue twisted to form the words before she could stop them. 

“I’m happy with you too.”

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Fic Writer Review!

stole this from @bouncyirwin and encouraged by @iamnotakitty and @eruditeempress because I am weak haha

1. How many do you have on Ao3? 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 939,497 words

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 6 fandoms (Naruto, Harry Potter, LoTR, Hobbit, My Hero Academia, Akagami no Shirayukihime)

4. What are your top 5 five by kudos?

* Yeah, Kunai are cool but have you had dessert? - 4,209

* He’s the Evil Twin, okay? - 2,731

* In The Eye of The Beholder - 2,206

* No Tomorrow - 2,031

* Until Dawn Breaks - 707

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?  Generally yes but sometimes, especially if I’ve gone really off the fic in question (as in, cannot bear to think about it) or writing in general, I just moderate the comment straight through without responding. But, when I’m back into writing again, I’ll go back and reread comments or reply very late haha 

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? My fics are usually about canon divergence that SPARES death/angst but I do post what-ifs in one-shots. The saddest is a chapter in my ficlet collection ‘Tomorrowland’ where I write Inoichi’s POV of Shisui’s b*dy washing up from the Naka River.

7. Do you write crossovers? yes, I generally like to throw a character into a diffferent universe or adopting the settign from one as an AU than merging the two worlds together. I have a HP world Shisui one-shot and then an on-going Shisui is in LoTR story, The Red Ally.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? oh god yeah, it was so horrible at one point that I’ve had to get on my soap-box in my A/Ns before

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? Hmm, I do but usually as a comisseration gift to my Beta for putting up with my insane workload. Any pairing combo!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep! had it several times where people say they want to link their fic as inspired by mine and, when I go to check them out, they’d copy+pasted sections. it was sorted in the end but not fun :/

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Uhhh I had people ask, back on FFNet, and a russian version of one was done but I’m not really sure if its still out there or not??

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I'd love to tho

13. What is your all time favorite ship? Hmm, I dont really write ship-fics for some reason BUT i love reading Kakasaku, shikasaku, TobiKagami... oh wait i’m also weak for literally most rarepairs. I drove myself mad trying to find Saku/Hashi the other day haha

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Uh I’m not sure I should say with all the readers following me 👁️👄👁️

15. What are your writing strengths? I would say descriptions but I’ve been told I’m strong with fighting scenes. Apparently I set the pace right

16. What are your writing weaknesses? I’m very very stop-starty. No Tomorrow was the first ever fic I wrote (and, really, have written ever) where I was largely able to post on the regular. I speed-write 10K in a day or I edit 500 words for six months. there is very little in-between. I also have a terrible habit of ranting about WIPs and then never doing them, which is something I’m actively trying to work on since I feel bad for the people who WANT to read the ideas I rant to them about

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I would if I could but I cant so i shant!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I think it was a very very cheesy first-person confession ficlet for Akagami no Shirayukihime... I remember reading it out to my Mum and, in hindsight, her expression was very pained lmao

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written? i’m most inamoured with whatever i’m currently writing, i gained the most satisfaction from my recent Godaime!Tsunade fic ‘SUKEBAN’ but i am most proud of ‘No Tomorrow’ because I actually finished it to a degree i’m satisfied with

hmmm @looks-like-starlight and @skewedrevisions off the top of my very empty head ❤️❤️❤️

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MondayMint SAIINO MASTERPOST

Illustration

Where else can I go Intimacy Ino Yamanaka Something just like this  (Illu) Your Heart is Ours_Picnic (Illu) A date after mission  (Illu) Flowering dogwood_Sai (Time-Blank Period, Character- Sai) Muse  Kiss Fierce look (Illu) Happy Halloween Merry Christmas  Super Models (1) Cosmos and Cherry Blossom Birthday Boy (Character -baby Inojin, Sai, Ino) Happy Birthday Sai Happy Birthday Inojin Mother I am displeased (Time- New Era/ Novel -Sasuke Retsuden) Wedding Look who’s back! A shoulder to lean on  Tag Team First Kiss First Date Tease Tiny Sakura Fight like a girl Goddess Guan Yin_Ino Guardian_Sai Goddess and Guardian Yamanaka Family (My First Saiino Drawing lol) Yamanaka Family_2 Ino as JeanGray Crossover

10 yr old and 17 yr old Inojin Inojin and Sarada Mistuki, Inojin and Sarada

Snippets Illu & Comic

Halo Falling in love

Something just like this Valentine’s Day

Swap The story of us (Highschool Au/Genre- Romance, Drama, Angst, Characters- Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Sai, Karin, Ino/ Ship- SasuSaku,Saiino)

A date after Mission_8th Date (Time- Blank Period, Ships- Saiino,Nejiten)

You like that sort of thing?(Epi 140/ fake screencap)

Anbu Sai and Genin Ino (fake screencap)

It’s such a strange feeling isn’t it?(Time- Blank Period)

Snippet Sketches_1( Characters- Hinata,Inojin, Sai, Sasori, Ino) Snippet Sketches_2 (Characters- Ino, Sai, Inojin, ChoCho, Shikadai, Anko) Showing affection to your partner

Sai with beard cos’ why not Inojin with different hair She is fierce alright Sai met Inoichi Yamanaka in Paris Birthday presents Baby Inojin trying soup Inojin compilation Medieval Au A day old Inojin Ino and Inojin 

RTN Saiino Yamanaka Family_Sketches Inojin and Sarada _Sketches Team Rocket Crossover (Time - New Era/ Characters-Sai, Ino, Inojin, Sakura,Sasuke, Sarada, Bijuumode Naruto) Naruto x Kill la Kill Crossover Naruto x Digimon Crossover Inojin and Terriermon Crossover Inojin and Takeru Crossover Ino and Rosemon Crossover Ahem

I trust Lord Seventh (Characters- Inojin, Sarada) Inojin and Wasabi Inojin and Sarada (recreation of sai and naruto scene)  Could it be that you hate me Sarada?

Comics

Closer to you (Time- Blank Period/ Genre- Drama, Fluff) Childhood Au ( Genre- Comedy, Angst, Drama) Heirloom (Genre - Drama, Angst) 

Your heart is ours  (Genre - Drama, Angst,Fluff) Big Boys do cry   ( Genre- Comedy, Drama, Fluff)

Reunion (Time- Blank Period/Ships- Saiino, NaruHina/ Genre- fluff) Prove that you love me (Time-Blank period/Ship-Saiino, Shikatema/ Genre- fluff) I will be with you (Time-Blank Period) Your Smile Part 1  (Time-Shippuden-War Arc) Your Smile Part 2  (Time-Blank Period)

A kiss with rain of fire (Time- Blank Period canonverse/ Genre- Comedy)

First Time (Time- Blank Period/ Genre-Smut)

The story of us  (Highschool Au /Genre- Romance, Drama, Angst, Characters- Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Sai, Karin, Ino/ Ship- SasuSaku/ Saiino ) The story of us (Office Au/ Genre - Drama, Slice of Life, Ship-Saiino)  Converse_TimeTravel AU (Genre- Action,Comedy/ Characters -Sai, Inojin) Goddess (Time- Blank Period/ Genre - Drama, Mystery) RTN_Prt0  (Time- New Era/ Genre - Comedy, Parody/ Characters-Inojin, Sai, Ino) RTN_Prt1   (Time- New Era/ Genre - Comedy, Parody/ Characters- Inojin, rtn Shikadai,rtn ChouChou) ) RTN_Prt2   (Time- New Era/ Genre - Comedy, Parody/Characters- rtn Inojin, Shikadai,ChouChou) RTNara_SideStory1 (Time- New Era/ Genre - Comedy, Parody/Characters- rtn Shikadai,rtn Shikamaru) RTNara_SideStory2 (Time- New Era/ Genre - Comedy, Parody/Characters- rtn Inojin, Shikadai,ChouChou) Some Morning (Time- New Era/ Genre- Smut) Some Night (Time- New Era/ Genre- Smut) Shin and Inojin (Time - New Era/ Genre- Drama,Fluff, Characters- Shin, Inojin and Ino) First Date (Time - Blank Period/ Genre- fluff) Just some days at Yamanaka Flower Shop  (Time- Blank Period/ Genre- Comedy) Uzumaki’s babysitter  (Time -New Gen Era, Genre -Comedy , slapstick)  Proposal (Time - Blank Period, Genre, Comedy, slapstick) Yamanaka and Uchiha (Time -New Gen Era, Genre -Comedy , slapstick)

Redraw Scene

Mother and Son (Episode 33)

Sai and Ino  lil bickering (K drama) Ino and Shikamaru (Timetravel Arc) Cherry Blossom (Family Day Arc) Wife and Husband  (Episode 33)

[murasakiirohana]

(PEN)NAME:   TSI or Ino-Mun

PRONOUNS:   she/her

ZODIAC  SIGN: Aquarius

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE: Single & Uninterested 

———  THREE  FACTS  !

I used figure skate

my hair is as long as ino’s--- actually I think it’s longer lmao

I have an affinity for characters with long bangs on the right side (Ino; Jae-ha from Akatsuki no Yona; Jinx from Arcane)

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED: I had a really cringe ask account on dA; otherwise just here

started when: the ask account was when I probably 14 I think so I guess that’s my start. I’ve been on and off since the ending of Naru/to

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER:  Female

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S):   I don’t really care (?)

MULTI OR SINGLE: Single. I honestly have only had like two muses and I cannot fathom having them on the same blog. I need the separation otherwise it’ll get all jumbled for me.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !  ♡    

FLUFF: I love wholesomeness 

ANGST: It seems like I’m at my best when I throw out the angst tbh. Like-- I made it canon on my blog that Ino only had Inoichi b/c her mom died when she was very young--- I live for the angst 

SMUT: Not my thing. I don’t mind suggestive-ish / shippy stuff but I couldn’t imagine writing full on smut sjsj

PLOT  /  MEMES: Please feel free to hit me  up if you have a plot you wanna try out AND totally feel free to send memes. I do have a tendency to collect asks and let them sit in my inbox until I decide to do all of them in a random burst of muse buT STILL--- send ‘em my way

tagged by: i stole it from @scurriilous​ which makes me laugh as an Ino blog

tagging: anyone that sees it and what’s to do it!