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My genuine reaction when a I click on a fiction that's says "male characters from xy and z show" but leaves out that male character that made me click in the first place.

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Shikamaru with a voluptuous reader HEADCANONS

Tws:NSFW,smut,sexual harassment,NOT PROOF READ,rough sex,mentions of breeding.

Tag list: @dreamcastgirl99 (want to be added to my tag list for specific characters or my works in general? Leave a comment about the fanfic and charatcer list you'll like to be on:)

First things first,hands.ALL over your body

I mean like he's,ALWAYS grabbing or touching some parts of your body like Thighs,ass,breasts,throat,shoulders etc whatever it is his hands is ON IT.

Even tho he doesn't admit it because it's too troublesome to bring it up most times,he does NOT like when people bring up your body in a positive or negative way.Like bro gets it his girl a baddie frfr BUT damn don't always bring it up.

For example, Ino would most definitely make a comment on your body behind your back with Shikamaru upon meeting you for the first time.OR when he'd first introduced you to his family and clan at a clan based event his aunties would come up to both and tell your body is good for breeding/birthing.And all his uncles and cousins would tell him how lucky he was.

He'd want to end it all right then and there because he'd be so embarrassed, especially since you'd be right with him trying to understand what the hell is wrong with these people.

He'd apologize to you on their behalf,and would take you home earlier because he'd be too embarrassed with everything there and was worried that people would make you uncomfortable.

After all that, he'd be so nervous with you meeting his parents and would just PRAY to Kami that they wouldn't embarrass him.

His parents didn't get to meet you since well yall left early and all much to his mother's disappointment (because she was low-key curious to see how are looked like after hearing all the buzz about you).And as for his father, he also was curious as well but couldn't help but feel slightly smug.

The night that Shikamaru brought you home and introduced you to his parents, you were wearing a cute little floral sundress that pushed all the meat to the front and back of the pie.

And of course as you walked it moved.

YOU WERE GORGEOUS

Yoshino & Shikaku were gagged clearly. What people said were true,Yoshino gave you a hugged a made a comment.

"Oh my Y/N,what birthgiving hips you have!"

She said while grabbing them.

When Shikamaru heard that, he wanted to DIE right on the spot.But he told his mom to cut it out.

Shikaku, on the other hand, was really impressed as he took in the girl before him even tho his gaze didn't say it right away.His gaze was like, of Shikamaru cold analyzing and half lidded.

It made you slightly nervous as you met his gaze,but Shikamaru simply patted you on the back, trying to reasure you.

"Ah,so this is the girl that had caused such a commotion the other night," "I see now why my son seems so smitten as of lately"

Just adding onto Shikamaru's embarrassment.

After dinner, he and his father would have a talk about you and you guys is relationship together.

Shikaku would make a joke that a woman like Y/N were for men and not for little boys.(which would ofc slightly piss him off because wtf dad)

Speaking of which a LOT of people would make comments such like "He doesn't know what to do with all that","She needs a real man who can handle her"& "He can't even handle all that"

Which would get him so CROSSED because what makes you think he can't handle that!?

Shikamaru would turn you everywhere but loose after a long day of these comments.

He'd have you flatten beneath him with your legs in the air,and despite his slow pace when Shikamaru thrusts it feels like an earthquake has rock your body.

He'd have you begging him to calm down so your poor cervix can get a break.You'd tell him to don't take everyone else seriously.

And you'd bring his face down for kisses and tell him how much he means to you.

It would be only then would he calm down and slow down.(And would lowkey apologize for using you as a stress relief toy) you'd both then cuddle the other night or have a gentle love making session with lots of wet kisses and touches from both of you but mostly from you because you want him to feel loved.

He know this which would make him feel so guilty,after all this loving kind and affection you give him how could he not make you his wife and give you his children.

Which is exactly what he does

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💜💙❤️🚫 The Boyfriend Emotes 🚫❤️💙💜

Re-made the twitch emotes I made a long time ago!! :D I taught myself to animate just so I could make these, lol. My crazy audhd self wanted to make 69😏 of them. I STILL DO! But um...

The adhd part of my audhd kick in, and now I'm trying to do twitch emotes of every character at the same time😩. I don't 100% like how these came out, but hopefully I'll get better!

My old emotes and new ones are in my store!

• Old Twitch Emotes - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1009840568/fnf-friday-night-funkin-boyfriend-emotes?ref=SellerDashboard

• New Twitch Emotes -

If you want a certain emote, let me know. I'll draw them and put them with the other future bundles, lets create alot of emoted for fnf!

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Yall it's time to bring back the Shikaku Smut

୨୧﹕fem!reader, shikamaru and his dad are practically twins

you’re standing at the threshold of the nara household, sweat prickling under your clothes, hands nervously smoothing your dress even though it’s already perfect. the trees in the distance rustle in lazy waves, cicadas humming like background music to your rising panic.

“don’t be weird,” shikamaru mutters beside you, not unkindly. his hand brushes yours, squeezing once like a silent tether. “he’s just a guy. old. grumpy. you’ll be fine.”

you nod, heartbeat quick. “right. totally. just your dad. no big deal.”

you weren’t prepared.

you weren’t at all prepared for how much like shikamaru his father is—except somehow worse. or better. you’re not sure.

shikaku nara is taller than you expected. broad-shouldered. hair tied back with effortless dishevelment, stubble dark along a strong jaw, and eyes just like shikamaru’s—sharp, unreadable, heavy-lidded and calculating. when he looks at you, it’s not cold. not dismissive.

it’s aware.

and it makes your skin prickle.

“so this is her,” shikaku says, stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter. his voice is deeper than shikamaru’s, raspier, and laced with something rough and bemused, like everything in life’s a little funny. “didn’t expect someone so pretty.”

your breath hitches. you laugh—awkward, too high-pitched. “th-thank you.”

shikamaru sighs beside you. “don’t flirt with her, old man.”

“i’m complimenting,” shikaku says, not even hiding his grin as he strolls back toward the kitchen. “don’t get so defensive.”

you follow behind, still blushing, still squirming. you can feel his presence in the air. the same relaxed authority shikamaru carries—but heavier. like molasses. like heat.

they sit. you sit.

and you’re quiet—so quiet. shikamaru’s hand is on your thigh, grounding you while he speaks with his father. but your eyes keep wandering. keep catching on shikaku’s hands—bigger than shikamaru’s, veined and strong, resting on the table like he knows exactly what they’re capable of.

and then his voice again, dry, thoughtful, dragging over your spine like silk over bare skin:

“you always go for quiet ones, huh?”

“easier that way,” shikamaru says, smirking.

“she’s not just quiet.” shikaku looks at you again. through you. “she’s soft.”

you nearly whimper.

your thighs squeeze together under the table.

you’re sick, you think, as your breath comes quicker. he’s older than you. shikamaru’s father. but he’s speaking to you in that exact same tone—smart, lazy, uninterested in bullshit, like every word is deliberate and rare and meant to be earned.

just like his son.

you can feel it in your stomach.

you want him to pull your chair closer. you want to sit in his lap. you want to hear him talk with that same low, tired gravel while you grind on his thigh, trembling from the smallest flex of his hand.

you want to feel how rough his palms are when he holds your throat. when he pets your pussy lazily and says you’ve been such a good little thing for him.

you want him to ruin you.

and it shows—because suddenly, shikaku's eyes linger a little longer. at your mouth. your flushed cheeks. the way your hands fidget under the table, restless.

but he doesn’t say anything. just smirks slightly.

and that smirk kills you.

“dinner’s almost ready,” he mutters, standing.

his shirt lifts slightly when he moves. a sliver of skin. you see the soft ridge of his stomach, the indent of his hips.

you almost moan.

shikamaru leans closer. “you alright?”

you jerk. “y-yeah. just. it’s hot.”

he raises an eyebrow. “it’s cloudy.”

“…inside. it’s hot inside.”

he watches you for a moment, and his smirk sharpens.

“oh,” he says, voice low. “oh.”

you blink at him, wide-eyed.

“you’re attracted to him.”

“what—”

“you want to fuck my dad.” he whispers it right in your ear.

you flinch like he’s slapped your pussy.

“i—i don’t—”

shikamaru grins now, devilish and too fucking knowing.

“that’s so fucked up,” he says, clearly amused. “you’re blushing so hard it’s leaking into your cleavage.”

you slap a hand over your chest.

“you’re imagining him fucking you the way i do, huh?” he murmurs, voice dropping into filth. “slow. mean. whispering in your ear about how tight you are. how good you sound when you beg.”

your legs twitch.

“i mean, shit—he is like me. smarter. rougher. probably wouldn’t even need to tell you what to do. you’d just open your legs for him like a good girl.”

you’re soaked now. the seat under you is probably stained. you can’t breathe. you want to hide—but you also want to kneel.

“stop,” you whisper.

“you’d let him fuck you right now if he asked.”

“shikamaru—!”

he just smirks and leans back in his chair like the smug bastard he is.

shikaku returns with plates, and his hand brushes your shoulder as he sets one down. his fingers linger—just half a second longer than normal.

and you swear you feel your pulse throb right in your cunt.

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Please make another of this it's too good

DARK SHIKAMARU X READER

TW: minors don't interact!!! Implied abused

"Wear this kimono it's suit you" shikamaru said to you, the two of you are now changing in the room ready to meet the feudal Lord in a different country. It's an act of diplomatic relationship of Nara clan and the feudal lord so basically it's the most important meeting.

You and shikamaru were married for over 2 years to outside you and him are the most adorable couple in konoha. No one believes that shikamaru the great ninja the head of Nara clan rejects the princess of sunakagure to be with you a plain civilian.

But there's one thing they don't know.. he is a monster..... A brutal monster forcing you to be in relationships with him and even married to him... But what else can you do, you're just a weak civilian nothing more.

"And make sure not to talk with others, especially to men if I saw you talking tothem I'll punish you" he said before kissing your forehead and left the room. As you stood alone in the quiet room, your eyes lingered on the kimono Shikamaru had left for you. It was beautiful-soft silk with a deer design on the front and the Nara clan symbol embroidered on the back. The deer, a symbol of the Nara clan, reminded you of the peaceful creatures they care for in the nara Forest.

You gently touched the fabric, feeling its smoothness, but your heart felt heavy. To the outside world, you and Shikamaru were the perfect couple. People admired how he, the brilliant ninja and head of the Nara clan, chose to be with you, a simple civilian, over the princess of Sunagakure.

Shikamaru's words echoed in your mind:

"Make sure not to talk with others, especially men. If I see you talking to them, I'll punish you." He had kissed your forehead before leaving, but it felt more like a warning than affection.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You had to wear the kimono, smile, and play the role of the devoted wife. This meeting with the feudal lord was important for the Nara clan, and any mistake could have consequences. They saw love but for you it's a fear.

As you dressed, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The kimono fit perfectly, but the person wearing it felt like a stranger. You adjusted the obi, hiding the bruises that had yet to fade. With one last look, you are prepared to face the world outside, masking your pain with a practiced smile.The door opened, and a servant announced it was time to leave. You nodded, stepping out to join Shikamaru, ready to play your part once more.

As you stepped into the grand hall adorned with intricate tapestries and the emblem of the Land of Fire, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The feudal lord, a dignified man with a stern gaze, sat atop an elevated platform, flanked by his advisors. Shikamaru approached with his characteristic calm demeanor, offering a respectful bow.

"Shikamaru Nara," the feudal lord began, his voice resonating through the hall, "your reputation as a strategist precedes you. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

"Yes, my lord," Shikamaru replied, his tone measured. "We encountered no issues en route." The feudal nodded, then gestured for Shikamaru to rise. "Let us discuss the matter at hand-the strengthening of diplomatic ties between Konohagakure and our neighboring nations. Your presence here signifies Konoha's commitment to this alliance."

Shikamaru inclined his head. "Indeed, my lord. Konoha values its relationships and seeks to foster mutual respect and cooperation."

The feudal lord's expression grew contemplative. "However, I must address a concern that has reached my ears. It pertains to your personal affiliations, specifically regarding Sunagakure." A hush fell over the room. Shikamaru's gaze remained steady, but you noticed a subtle tension in his posture.

"It has come to my attention," the lord continued, Sunagakure's leadership expressed disappointment over your decision to decline a union with Temari, the Kazekage's sister. Such an alliance could have further solidified the bond between our villages."

Shikamaru responded, his voice unwavering, "My lord, while political alliances are significant, I believe personal relationships should not be dictated solely by strategic considerations. My commitment to Konoha and of course to my wife remains unwavering."

The feudal lord studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Let us proceed with the discussions on trade agreements and joint security measures."

As the meeting progressed, you sit silently beside Shikamaru, the weight of the conversation lingering in your thoughts. The intricate dance of diplomacy and personal choices played out before you, revealing the complexities of leadership and allegiance.

After the meeting you and Shikamaru arrived back at the Nara residence, the quiet of your home was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the feudal lord's hall. The soft rustle of the kimono you wore was the only sound accompanying your steps. Inside, the familiar surroundings offered little comfort. The walls, adorned with symbols of the Nara clan, seemed to watch silently as Shikamaru closed the door behind you. His gaze, sharp and calculating, settled on you.

"Why did you smile at that servant?" he asked, voice low and unreadable.

You blinked, startled. "I was just being polite," you said quietly, trying not to fidget.

"Politeness," he muttered, reclining in his chair, "gets misunderstood. Especially by men who think a smile is the start of something more."

His words were calm, but the weight behind them settled on your shoulders like a command you hadn’t yet heard.

You looked down. "I didn’t mean it like that."

"I know," he said simply. Then he took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving you. "But I don’t like being reminded that other people see you too."

The silence hung thick between you, until he said, low and deliberate:

"Strip."

The word hit hard. You're scared you don't want it but you can't disobey him you know things will get worse if shikamaru gets angry.

Your breath caught. Your fingers twitched at your sides, like your body understood before your mind did.

He didn't move. Didn’t repeat himself. He didn’t need to.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, voice still even.

You nodded. "Yes."

"Then show me."

Something about the way he said it made your knees weak. It was a demand—. An assertion of control, yes, but one you were already surrendering to.

Slowly, you reached for the hem of your shirt. You didn’t rush. He wouldn’t want you to. He wanted obedience

As the fabric left your skin, his eyes darkened—not with anger, but with the kind of possessiveness that made your pulse stutter and your breath shallow you're scared.

He leaned back further, watching. Measuring.

"Good," he murmured. "Now come here. On your knees."

[Time Skip – Later That Night]

The room was quiet now. Only the dim glow from the lantern on the table remained, casting long shadows across the floor. Your clothes lay scattered where you’d dropped them, a silent testament to everything that had happened.

Shikamaru sat in the same chair, head tilted back, eyes half-lidded as he smoked lazily—like nothing about him had changed, except that his pants were removed. But everything had. At least, for you.

He just looked at you with his lazy eyes before puffing some smoke in the air, looking at your body hungrily like a prey.

You weren’t sure if what happened was fair.

You weren’t even sure if it was your truly wanted.

But it happened.

He’d taken from you—your trust, your silence, your obedience—and used it all without asking if you were ready to give more than you already had.

Now, sitting on the edge of the bed naked ,knees pulled to your chest, you wondered if he even noticed.

Or worse... if he had, and just didn't care.

Ps: English isn't my first language so sorry for the typo.

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No we can not

cw: mirror sex

imagine being under mark while he's fucking you against a mirror. his chest pressed against your back, an arm around your chest and the other firmly gripping your chin, tightly holding your face in place because you just can't seem to keep your head up.

"no no, keep your eyes open, baby." he'll softly whisper in your ear, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "i want you to see how good i'm making you feel, okay?"

and you really are trying your best to not close your eyes, but it’s so hard to not just let go and relish in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. you've already lost sensation of your legs, and your entire body felt like it was on fire. how could you possibly fulfill his request of keeping your eyes peeled?

you weakly clawed at his hands, babbling incoherent noises with tears falling down your cheeks. if it weren’t for your blurry vision from all the crying you’ve been doing, you’d see mark staring intently at you, gazing at each bruise and bite mark on your neck—his own climax teetering over the edge. he absolutely loves it when he sees your face contort because of how overwhelmed you are with pleasure, and what makes it better is he’s the reason behind it. he’s behind all the sounds you’ve been making that further fueled his relentless thrusting.

you let out one last whiny breath before feeling hot strings of cum dribbled down the inside of your thigh. after shakily resting on your elbows, still feeling lightheaded, you finally found whatever strength that’s left in you to look at the mirror—to look at mark, who had a giddy and warm smile on his lips. he leaned down to kiss your jaw before softly whispering,

“can we try recording next time?”

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Peacock lady 🦚🧍🏿‍♀️

idgaf that mha ended

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Absolute cinema

Cry-Baby

A commissioned continuation of this soulmate AU by the lovely @pokemonfreak666 - thanks for your patience, bby!!

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Female Reader

TW non-con, nsfw, double penetration, rough fucking, minor mentions of blood, kidnapping

The water’s not hot enough. 

It should be; it should burn. The knob’s twisted all the way up, steam rising in billowing clouds, fogging up the bathroom mirror, but it’s not hot enough. You can still feel them on you. Everything else – the blood, saliva, their cum, you’d watched it swirl down the drain, sitting on the shower floor, arms curled tightly around yourself as if that was the only thing keeping you from falling apart and shattering entirely.

But the water’s scalding, and you can still feel your soulmates’ hands crawling over you…  their mouths… their cocks tearing you apart from the inside out. Why won’t it wash away? You’ve scrubbed and scrubbed, your skin’s red and raw but the filthy feeling won’t go.

And they’re just outside. Sitting in your bedroom, or maybe wandering around your living room, sprawled across your couch flipping through channels on the TV. Maybe they’re out there looking at the pictures that line your walls, you and your family, your friends. Fuck, maybe they’re in your kitchen, rifling through your fridge for a late night snack after fucking their soulmate six ways from Sunday.

You can’t go back out there. You don’t want to see them.

Keep reading

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It's worst time of the year

Christmas Bells

Pairing: Dark Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: It’s your first Christmas with Bakugo and he makes sure it’s memorable. 

WARNINGS: Kidnapped reader; Implied Noncon/Abuse; Minor violence. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊 Merry Christmas!

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There’s a knock on the bathroom door, your name being called less than a moment later. 

“One minute!”

Suffocating back the sobs that insist on freeing themselves, your fingers desperately reach to wipe away the warm, sad tears that refuse to stop. You sniff, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the gross snot that clings to your nose. 

Looking in the mirror for a quick check turns out to be a mistake. Deep under eyes circles, runny nose, red puffy eyes - you look awful.

Even more when you compare your ugly crying face with the red and yellow soft cotton Christmas pajamas you’ve been coerced into wearing, the one Bakugo is matching.  

Couple pajamas, he had grumbled when giving you the box. Because it’s your first ever Christmas together and he wants it to be memorable. Special. 

Special for him yet a nightmare for you. 

The last couple days have been hell. Bakugo’s been unbearable to deal with, having taken a week off of the hero duty just so he can spend quality time with you. You fervently wish he hadn’t.

Every moment spent by his side makes you uneasy and anxious, constantly walking on egg-shells as you await for the bomb that Bakugo is to set off.

Truth be told, you don’t want to spend time with him. You simply want nothing to do with him. He has a special way to become abhorrently overwhelming. 

Forced to play house with a delusional Pro-Hero isn’t what you want. 

You don’t want to wake bunched up in the suffocating embrace of his arms as his thick cock forces itself inside you.

You don’t want to set up the Christmas tree with him, pretending to care every time he asks you where do you want each fucking shiny ornament to be.

You don’t want him to kiss you like you’re his everything - like you’re a happy loving couple that has just assembled their first Christmas tree together.

You don’t want to play the role of a diligent girlfriend that peels off vegetables, sets up the dining table and washes the dishes and yet you do all of these tasks, knowing otherwise you’ll receive nothing but a nasty backhand and a speech on being a ungrateful brat, something that will sour both of your moods for the rest of the day. 

You don’t want to-

There’s a harder knock on the door. 

“Hey, you died in there or what?” 

Tilting your face up, your eyes lock into the ceiling at the same time as you take in a deep breath that does little to calm your nerves. You’re so tired, so fucking exhausted. Can’t even spend five fucking minutes without the asshole hunting you down. 

Knowing you have less than 60 seconds till Bakugo gets angry or worried enough to break down the bathroom door, something you’d like to avoid given it’s the only door in the apartment that has a lock, you reluctantly drag your feet to the door. 

Bakugo pushes the door forward as soon as you turn the lock open, entering the bathroom as he takes a good look at you, fixing his glare at your red eyes, still moist from your latest crying session. 

“What took you so damn long?” his question resembles an accusation, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart around the bathroom, looking for whatever proof of an imaginary escape plan or so. 

“Nothing, was just washing my hands.” you lie, offering a placating smile. Bakugo nods, although distrust is still evident in his face but if there’s one thing you’ve learned is that suspicion is like a second nature to him.

Perhaps you deserve it but now, after almost 7 months after your last failed escape attempt, you’d think you’d been able to earn some trust. 

“C’mon, let’s go.” 

His hand reaches for yours, hot and firm as he always is, and you follow his lead as he takes you back to the living room. Confusion rattles your mind and you look up at Bakugo as he makes you settle on the couch by his side. 

“Hum…” you hesitate, lips parting as the blonde man lays his heavy arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, “...I thought-” 

“Huh?” he doesn’t bother looking at you, busy fumbling with the TV’s remote control. He skips movie after movie till he finally settles at one of the Home Alone movies. A Christmas classic, you think. 

“I mean, isn’t it past bedtime?” A glance towards the digital watch on the wall reveals it’s  five minutes till bedtime. Surprising and shocking at the same time, as never once did he let you - or him - to stay up till this late. “I thought the curfew was nine thirty?” 

“Will you shut up and just watch the damn movie?” he snaps. You seal your lips tight after that, face immediately whipped to the front to stare at the cinematic 34-foot TV although you pay little attention to it. 

Awkward silence reigns as you watch the movie.

Nostalgia hits you hard as the movie carries on, your mind wandering through old dusty memories. You as a child, watching this exact movie curled in between your parents, laughing your ass off at the on-screen shenanigans. Simpler and happier times.

A dull pain stabs your heart at the thought of your family. How are they coping with the fact that their daughter went missing so many months ago, not even a single clue to her case. 

A part of you wonders how Christmas is going to be celebrated back in your home country, if your mom is planning to leave a sock for you in the fireplace, as she always has or if your dad is finally gonna buy that gift you had not to subtly begged for Christmas all those months ago…

Your nails dig deep into the back of your hand, a microscopic attempt to keep the tears from spilling as your eyes begin to burn. You can’t fucking cry - you reprimand yourself - if you cry, Bakugo is gonna be upset. If Bakugo gets upset, then you’ll have to deal with the consequences. And you don’t want that. 

“It’s Christmas.” his deep voice breaks out the silence, so random and unexpected you’re not even sure he said anything. He keeps his face straight forward, locked into the screen, even as you’re under the impression that he’s paying as much attention to the movie as you are. 

Bakugo sighs, finally looking at you and you don’t like how his red eyes pierce right through you, leaving you helpless and naked under his gaze. Like he can read every single emotion that boils inside you.

“It’s Christmas.” he repeats, voice softening. “First Christmas together, I mean.” 

“Yeah.” you stiffly reply. 

“Besides, we gotta wait till midnight so you can open your gifts.” he adds, pointing a finger towards the lit up Christmas tree, where some packages wrapped in red paper lay by its base.

A side of you feels curious about them, but another part warns you that nothing good ever comes with Bakugo. When did he ever give you something that is free of restrictions? 

“I didn’t get you anything.” 

“Huh?” 

“I don’t have a gift for you.” you explain. 

It’s a silly statement, although evident. You spend all day caged in his heavily-secured apartment with no way of leaving, no matter how much you’ve asked for it, and the few online shopping you’re allowed to do is on Bakugo’s laptop with the blonde man hunched over your shoulder, eagle-eyes following every purchase of yours. 

Bakugo shrugs off his broad shoulders, seemingly unbothered. 

Lacking the strength to further keep up with the pointless conversation you leave it at that. After a few minutes, the film fails to maintain your interest and soon you start drifting into a calm slumber, eyes drowsily slipping closed and barely aware of when Bakugo re-positions you so that your head lays onto the comfortable muscle of his bicep. 

Just a small nap, you sleepily think… 

“Hey, wake the hell up.” 

There’s an annoying tug at your arm. 

“Wake up, it’s time.” 

“Hm?”

Opening your eyes proves to be a difficult task with your eyelids awfully heavy. You yawn, sleep coating your features. 

Bakugo is no longer sitting by your side, but is bent in front of you, occupying all of your vision field. 

“It’s Christmas, already.” 

That certainly catches your attention, hands pushing against the couch to leverage you into a standing position. 

“Oh.” 

The clock marks exactly midnight and you stare at it, empty-minded. For a moment, you believe none of this is real, that you’ve imagined everything.

Any moment now, your family is going to start cheering and hugging you, felicitations and merry christmas’s being thrown around while everyone exchanges their gifts. 

Instead, reality hits you like a brick thrown to your face in the form of Bakugo’s squeezing hug, your face being pressed against his toned chest. 

“C’mon, let’s open your gifts.” he drags you to the tree, sitting on the wooden floor with his legs crossed as he pulls you into his lap, heavy arms immediately caging you in. 

“Start with that one.” Bakugo nudges a box with a rectangular shape to your way. 

It’s a bit heavy but as soon as your fingers reach for it, you immediately figure out it’s a book. 

As you unwrap the paper from the book, Bakugo squirms and pushes you a bit backwards, so your back meets his brawny chest.  

The cover of the book shows him - well, Dynamight portrayed in a comic artstyle.

“Dynamight’s Explosive Adventures” 

“It’s a comic book. Part of the new merch.” he slowly says. "Hasn't been released yet, and I warned the jerk editor that it can’t be published until my girl gives it her approval.”

You are surprised to learn how much Bakugo cared about your approval and opinion. A pleasant surprise and warmth rises to your cheeks. 

“That’s… really sweet.” you comment as Bakugo gives your neck a small peck. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he brushes it off, “Just make sure to read that quickly.”

“Okay.” you almost sing the word out. You hesitate for a moment. “Thanks.”

The atmosphere feels strangely lighter, happier. It’s silly to feel like this when it’s something so small, so insignificant.

Still, you can’t stop the little smile that tugs the corners of your lips as you open the remaining presents: a shiny golden hand bracelet that Katsuki immediately fastens it down your wrist, a lip oil collection that you vaguely remember being on your wishlist. 

All of them are just nice presents and you wonder if you were being a bit too dramatic about it earlier. 

Reaching for the last one, Bakugo practically throws the small box into your hands, his chin resting heavily on your shoulder, his breathing obnoxiously heavy in your ears but you don’t dare to complain.

His arms tighten around your waist for a moment and you wonder if he’s nervous about this one. 

You receive your answer soon enough, heart dropping to your stomach as soon as you open the velvet black box, revealing an elegant ring inside.

A diamond encrusted ring band, to be exact. A engagement ring. 

No. 

Oh God, please no.

All of your jovial carefree behavior vanishes into thin air as Bakugo takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your annular finger and you wince when he pushes it down with a brutish strength until the overly small ring finally sits at the base of your finger. 

“Mrs. Bakugo Katsuki.” you can practically hear a satisfied grin behind those words.

That's all it takes for the dam that's inside your eyes to burst into miserable pitiful tears. From behind you, Bakugo growls - all traces of relaxation now gone - replaced by anger as he violently tugs your arm behind, forcing your body to face him.  

“No. No fucking tears.” his tone is harsh, and he takes it upon himself to swipe his big thumbs against your cheeks, cleaning up the endless fountain of water that your eyes have become.

Your hands weakly attempt to push him away, never meeting success in putting distance between your bodies as he immediately clutches your wrists. 

“I…Bakugo, I don’t want to-”

His lips capture your wobbling ones into a fervent, boiling kiss. His palm is large enough to cover the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away from the kiss. You’re trapped under his powerful strength, as you always have. You’re so stupid for fooling yourself into something that was never the reality. 

He kisses you with all of his ravenous, destructive passion until you’re nothing more than a limp body, until all signs of pathetic rebellion have left your body but not your mind. Your throat dries when his burning lips move to suck little spots on the sensitive skin of your neck, too many sharp teeth involved.

Your whole body itching to squirm away from him but somehow you manage to stay as immobile as a statue. You can only cry your eyes out. You’re weak, you’re pathetic, you’re-

“You asked ‘bout my gift, right?” his voice booms in your ear and you yelp as Bakugo pushes you down to the floor, crawling on top of you like the dangerous predator he is. His calloused hands already reaching for your pajama pants.

“You can fucking give it to me in nine months.” 

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Repost because why not.But alos this is a reminder I'm still working on REQUESTS I've not forgotten you.

Consummation

Dom!Shikaku Nara x Wife Reader!

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

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

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

Your arranged marriage and new life.

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

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

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

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

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

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

And all that type of Jazz.

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

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

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

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

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

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

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

"Oh....your here"

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

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

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

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

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

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

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

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

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

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

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

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, that's right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Behave"

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

"Oh good you have one of these"

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

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

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

The man groans before looking up at you.

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

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

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

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

.

.

.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

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

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

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

"Mmmph"

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

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

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

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

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

"Get off me"

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

"Lay down"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

.

.

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

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

Tag list: @peakyblindes91

Note:I'm so sorry for how long this took me Tumblr has been giving me issues and errors and so for all the people who also requests DONT worry I haven't forgotten you

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Consummation

Dom!Shikaku Nara x Wife Reader!

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

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

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

Your arranged marriage and new life.

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

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

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

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

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

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

And all that type of Jazz.

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

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

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

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

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

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

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

"Oh....your here"

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

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

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

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

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

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

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

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

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

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

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

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, that's right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Behave"

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

"Oh good you have one of these"

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

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

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

The man groans before looking up at you.

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

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

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

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

.

.

.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

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

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

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

"Mmmph"

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

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

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

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

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

"Get off me"

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

"Lay down"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

.

.

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

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

Tag list: @peakyblindes91

Note:I'm so sorry for how long this took me Tumblr has been giving me issues and errors and so for all the people who also requests DONT worry I haven't forgotten you

Like my work? Consider rebloging,liking or looking at my other work similar to this one or if you really like it follow me to show your support:)

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Yan!Shikamaru: Almost Free...

AN: This is the crueler Shikamaru mentioned in my last Yan!Shikamaru post, I love him cold and possessive. They have absolutely nasty sex after this fic. Eventually I will write that lmao. Fem!Reader x Yan!Shikamaru Warnings: Implied abuse and manipulation, nothing too bad(?) onscreen.

Yan!Shikamaru takes you around the village and shows your face just enough to avoid suspicion. He tells everyone that you’re shy--you’re not a shinobi, after all. Seeing violence upsets you. (At least that part is true).

People take this excuse at face value. He’d taken you from your village on the outskirts of the Land of Flowers, so it’s not like anyone knew you. He could tell them whatever he wanted. So he spins a lie about how you met, but he’s being honest again when he says he looked at you and knew you would be worth the effort. Not the effort of wooing you which is what most assume he means, but the breaking. Breaking you down is hard work, after all. You’re mouthy, you never compliment him, you never let him act kind without throwing it back in his face.

But it’s worth it when you break. He doesn’t mind a fight. Welcomes it, even. You’re both at the clearing where the forest meets the Shikamaru estate, and he’s got your shadow with little effort. You’d made it off the engawa and thought for a moment that you’d actually done it. He’d come home late, and you’d managed to get the shackle off your ankle, bounded onto the grass and almost made it to the forest when he’d stepped out. Lit cigarette in one hand, deer feed in the other, a tall buck bent over and eating out of his hand. Hi, darling, he’d said, smirking as he eyed you. You’re still in the sheer nightie--the only clothes you wear around the house. 

You’re frozen, breathing heavily, the elation in you crashing down to fear. You say his name, taking a few steps back. He doesn’t move, but his shadow catches yours, and you freeze. He flicks his cigarette and stomps it, your bare foot wringing against the fallen leaves. His hands go to his chest, and following his movements you pop each button open until the nightie slips off. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he mimes folding the garment. You can’t speak, only whimper softly as he makes you walk towards him. You meet in the middle of the clearing, and he takes the nightie. The shadow control drops, and you curl around yourself, crying in earnest. Body shivering from the cold and the fear, memories of his broad palm on your bare ass flashing through your mind. Go, then. He says, lighting another cigarette. He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the marks his hands have left behind, on the hard cut of your nipples peeking from your crossed arms. He leers, smirking for a moment before tempering his glee. Naked, shivering as the sun sets, you look up at him. His eyes are the same as ever: impassive, critical. Your arms hug your chest tighter, and you take a step to the side. He lets you. You get all the way to the denser edge of the forest before he catches you again. He’s disappointed. I even gave you a headstart, but he sighs, bored expression morphing back into that familiar smirk. My confused little wife. He chuckles, grin sarcastic. It's for the best, he says. After all, where would you go? 

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Yandere/Dark BNHA Texts: You file a restraining order against them

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Includes: Bakugo, Hawks, Deku, Dabi, Shoto.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Obsession; Stalking.

AN: Trying a new thing, let me know if the photos have quality or not really. Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

There's a typo in Dabi's text, pls ignore that 😫

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Hi everyone, I hope this finds you all on good terms,so I came to talk and spread awareness of something that has been happening to us writer blogs.

So,recently, my asked box has been FLOODED with all sorts of messages and spams from persons requesting their in need "of help" and are asking for donations.Now these are mostly people claiming to being in war and etc.And it has gotten to the point I have so many of them in my ask box that I have been somewhat hesitant to check on them.

Now, this has also gotten in the way of me taking requests from people.But in all PLEASE PLEASE don't fall for it.It is a scam.If you do decide to donate give it to an organization instead

Please reblog or share so people know!

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I saw you had requests open sooooo

can I please request just a rly nasty smut w/ Shikamaru? Genuinely anything you feel like writing. I’m desperate for that man. Tysm😞🙏

YAY my first request.

LOVE ME

Tws:Shikamaru is a closed pervert,dirty dreams, masturbation,Shy Shikamaru! (He's nerves),Virgin Shikamaru!,Reader is somewhat of a slut/pervert,protected sex,Reader is a dancer!,getting caught in the act,too dirty to clean my act up,Shikamaru has a crush on reader,cursing.

"Just move your hips back and forth like that"

You whispered into Shikamaru's right ear,right hand stroking his hair as you did so.Your voice low carrying a calm undertone to it but also slight hints of excitement traced inside of it.The lewd sounds of sex filling his sleeping chamber as you went on.

'This isn't supposed to be part of the mission'

Shikamaru thought to himself as he took your criticism and corrected his movements.He was supposed to be security assigned to watch over you and your other dance members as you guys were to give a performance to a private event being held in the village and was to watch over you for the entire stay at the village.And well somewhere along the fucking line,he ended up catching feelings.

Was it lust?love?Confusion?Admiration?

He didn't fucking know.But all he knew was his body would always get so hot whenever he saw you,and well one night he couldn't take it anymore.Going into the assigned room he was given in the inn the dancers were staying in so he could watch over them better.

He unzipped his pants,and pulled out his hard cock,and started jacking off.Although,the lewd wet sounds of him jerking off made him cringe,his body however was loving every second of it,it was like his body was eager.

And FUCK was it intoxicating.

But it was that same eagerness that made him get caught.You wouldn't have if it wasn't for his moans and groans you heard passing by his door.

"Hey,what's the matter? You're the one who wanted this," you whispered, voice as smooth as silk.Nails clawing red hot lines to appear under his shirt.He looked back up at you face flushed,he looked hot and sweaty his chest was heavier with each breath he took.

"Oh kami," Shikamaru breathed out, nuzzling his face deep into the warm corner of her neck.As he let out ropes of warm sticky seamen inside her,the thing only thing that was currently stopping her from continuing his bloodline.Was the latex wrapped around his dick.

"That was good.....you could've longer, but since it's your first, so I'll give you a pass"