#shikaku nara oneshot

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #2

(Shikaku Nara Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pii (Fc2)]

Requested by: Also my hormones

Word Count: 3,733

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Age-gap

Oral (fe/male receiving)

Dacryphilia (aka getting hard cause of tears)

Creampie

Fighting (yelling)

Name Calling: Commander, Sweet Girl, Bitch, Good Girl

Pleasure Kink

Praise

Auralism (hearing people having sex)

Hairpulling

Exhibitionism

Three some (with Inoichi, kinda and cause you can’t convince me that the Ino-Shika-Cho first gen weren't swingers. Those men were real close)

Face fucking

Coercion (more or less)

Part Three?

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The tingles of neediness coat me, mixed with a layer of grogginess as I slowly shift out of sleep. Fear is the next thing to coat my senses, the feeling of something slithering through my pussy sparking it. "Good Morning, Sweet Girl. How'd you sleep?" The Nara chief's voice mutters, sending hot waves of breath across my very present arousal as his eyes look up at me.

Once the question is out, Shikaku tips his head down again, going back to lazily licking at me, toying with my clit before poking his tongue in, then making a slow trip back to my clit. "I... um... uh..." The answer won't form in my head, my eyes close as my hands ball up the sheet under me.

The events of the day before slowly filter in, making it even harder to form an answer. Shikamaru cheating. Shikaku 'apologizing' for his son. Shikaku pleading with me balls deep to stick around, to let him take care of me in any and every way I want. Shikaku filled me constantly, somehow managing to go the rest of the day with no problem. Shikaku buried between my thighs again and again, somehow between my knees more than he was in me.

"I slept good," I finally manage to push out, fluttering my eyes back open.

"Wonderful!" He cheers, his usual smirk coating his lips as his head picks up from its spot. "We have a busy day today," he tells me, slowly climbing up my body. Shikaku hooks his elbows under my knees, dragging my legs up with him as he crawls. "But, before you, pretty little thing, tug along with me for the day, I should properly greet you good morning," he says, leaning against me and pressing my knees into the mattress by my head.

Shikaku's nose brushes against mine, his dark eyes soft and admiring as he scans over my face. "Good morning, Sweet Girl. Thank you for spending the night with me."

"You're welc - mhm," the reply is cut off by Shikaku sinking into me. My pussy is raw and sensitive from constant use yesterday, a slight aching burn pooling with my arousal. Before I can stop myself, my hands shoot up, gripping the loose ends of his hair and tugging on it.

His head falls to the side I'm pulling it towards, eyes shiny and smile wide as he looks at me. "I know, I know. You ache, don't you? My poor Sweets. I promise as soon as we're done I'll help all those pains go away. But, for now, I need a little help with my morning wood, okay? Do you think you can help me with that?"

     "Yes Commander," I murmur, tugging his head further to the side.

     Shikaku gets off on my reactions, the ones he especially likes getting a chuckle from him, like this one is. "That's my Sweet Girl," he praises, working against me to settle his head on my shoulder. My painful cries are praised with kisses littered up and down my shoulder. "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" spilling on repeat from the older man as he slowly works himself in and out of me.

     When I need a distraction from the pain, I tug on Shikaku's hair again, tugging his face closer to mine. "Oh, Sweet Girl," he coos, eyes sparkling at the sight of tears streaming down my cheeks. "You know I can't help myself when you cry," the chief mutters, lips brushing across my face to clean up my tears. "You're just going to dig yourself a deeper hole doing that. Calm yourself."

     One of his hands drops from under my thigh, letting my legs tumble back to the bed. The hand still wrapped around my other leg pushes it further, as if the mattress will give way and let Shikaku snap me in half. His free hand snakes between us, ghosting over my clit, pulling another sob from me, and costing my cheeks in fresh tears. "Shikaku," I whine, trying to tug his hand away. "I'm - "

     "I know, I know, I know. I've been overworking you. You're all sensitive and your cunt aches from stretching around me so much. I know, Sweets. I'm sorry for being so selfish, but I can't help it. The more you cry, the more I want to stuff you," he softly taunts, head dipped to suck on my titties for the first time today.

     My nipples ache too from all the pinching and playing he did with them yesterday. Another sob comes from the added pain, my sight going blurry. "Damn it," he mutters, mouth snapping down on my nipple, his teeth tugging in it as he shoves himself into me. Shikaku tops off in me, coating my pussy in his cum. His chest pumps for air, mouth soft and pressing soft licks to my bruised tit as he calms himself down.

     "I'm sorry, that was selfish of me. You're hurting and didn't get to finish. I'm sorry, Sweets," he mutters against my skin, slowly slamming his softening dick into me, shoving his cum deeper and deeper into me.

     "Shikaku," I whine, snapping his head back, another round of chuckles spilling from him. "If you keep finishing in me, I'm going to get pregnant."

     "I wish, Sweet Girl, but I'm shooting blankets. Don't worry your pretty little head."

     Thank the Lord.

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   Shikaku's frame wraps around me, as we sway back and forth in the kitchen, singing along to the radio. I'm pressed up against the counter, caught between his arms as I watch him chop the vegetables for breakfast. "If you're crying in an unfamiliar town, even if I'm not by your side, I want to send you a smile," He hums in my ear, brushing a kiss against the shell of it now and again.

     Once the vegetables are done, Shikaku settles the knife down, hands falling onto his T-shirt I'm wearing. His fingertips slide under the hem, toying with my stomach, swaying us more as he continues singing to me. "Even now, the shining, sparkling stars are shining on you," he whispers against my throat, ghosting kisses into my skin.

     "Your hair tickles," I giggle, the mix of his hair and lips brushing against my neck making me stir.

     "Oh, ya?" He asks, fingertips sliding over my sides, tickling me even more. "Does this tickle too? Does it?" He teases, fingers digging into my sides as I try to tug myself out of his hold.

     "Shikaku!" I giggle, thrusting around in his arms. "Yes, it tickles! Knock it off!" My hands cling to his arms, trying to push them off me. My ribs are starting to hurt from laughing so much.

     "Alright," he says, hands going still just under my boobs. "Be a Sweet Girl and set the table for me, okay?"

     "Yes, Commander," I mutter, heat climbing up my cheeks now that the title has been tainted. My obedience is rewarded with a kiss to my cheek and a smack on my butt, pulling a soft yelp from me when Shikaku's hand lands.

     As I walk around the kitchen collecting the kitchenware, tap after tap land on my ass, Shikaku giving me a love tap every time I pass him. "Commander!" I fake whine, another tap landing as he uses his bottom half to press me against the table.

"Sweet Girl," he mocks my voice, tugging his shirt up my body again. One hand keeps it tugged up, wrapped around the fingers he has pressed between my boobs. "You're so pretty," he praises, his free hand sliding down my stomach, and landing on my panties.

His fingertips dance over my clothes core, sparking my arousal as he toys with me. He prods at me, pressing against my hole and his dumb sliding over my clit. "Look at you, all sorts of excited," he chuckles, stratified with my growing wetness.

"Maybe don't fuck my girlfriend on the kitchen table," Shikamaru's voice cuts through the growing tension.

Shikaku rolls his eyes but does pull away from me, sulking back to the kitchen to finish breakfast. "Ex-girlfriend," I mutter, laying out the placements for dinner.

     "What?" Shikamaru hisses, plopping in his unassigned seat at the table. His arms are crossed over his chest as he leans back in his chair, eyes hard and set on me.

     "Ex-girlfriend," I repeat louder, focusing on setting the plates and silverware out. "I'm your ex-girlfriend, Shika."

     "Well we never officially broke up, so - "

     "I came home to you fucking Temari!" I yell, slamming one of the plates against the table, the glass giving way and breaking. "You fucked someone else, I fucked someone else. I'm pretty confident there's no better way to solidify a breakup."

     "You didn't fuck someone else, you fucked my dad!"

     "And I fucked him over and over and over again. I just fucked him this morning, and I sure as hell will do it again later!" I huff, glaring at the man I swore was the love of my life. "Don't forget, you're the one that cheated, not me."

     "You! Fucked. My. Dad." He repeats, stressing the first word. His hands are boxed, moving to the left with every word, as if his motion while make me hear his words better. "My dad. Not Naruto, not Shino, not even Choji. My dad. My dad. You've known the man your whole life. You knew my mom your whole life! And you what? Honor her death by fucking her husband?"

     "Shikamaru," I mutter, rubbing my hands up and down the sides of my head. "Your mom has been dead for years. It's not like I was fucking him when she was alive, because unlike you, your dad and I aren't cheaters."

     "You're being a bitch. That's what you're doing, you're acting like a bitch right now."

     "Okay," I sigh, turning on my heels and heading toward the kitchen. I need to clean up the broken plate and grab another one from the cabinet.

"Make sure you grab an extra plate. Temari will be awake soon and she'll probably want to eat too. After all, my dad isn't the only man in the house that has a bitch stay overnight!" He yells after me, a huff following his words.

"Whatever," I mumble, rolling my eyes at the distraught man. It's not my fault he cheated, and it's not my fault his dad makes me feel good. He's just pissed at himself.

"That was... interesting," Shikaku chuckles, poking into the rice pot to check on it.

"It was stressful," I correct, pulling two more plates out of the cabinet. "Your son is stressful and cannot admit when he's in the wrong."

"I'm sorry I didn't raise him better," the Commander apologizes for the hundredth time, his arms wrapping around my hips again. "Let me make it up to you."

"Shikaku," I whine, clicking my knees closed. "I can't. I really can't."

"I know, Sweet Girl. Your poor cunt is all sore but don't worry, I won't stretch you out this time," He soothes, the man turning me around, and lifting me onto the counter. My panties are stripped off and left lying on the floor before Shikaku sinks to his knees.

His arms rest on my thighs, clinging to them as his thumbs rub circles into me. "Come on, Sweet Girl. Let your Commander have a little taste. Let me have some Sweets before breakfast is done."

I let out a soft whimper but shift my legs open, getting a pleased smile and Shikaku's tongue sliding across his lips hungrily. "That's a good girl. You're so sweet to me." The compliment is followed by his tongue sliding through my folds, eagerly lapping at my pussy.

My fingers flutter over his shoulders before culling his face, my thumb running over the jagged scars on his face. Shikaku's head tilts up, lips wrapping around my clit as his eyes lock on me. "Hey," I whimper, a new sensation sparking through me as he hums against my pussy.

He sucks harder on my clit, continuing it for a few more moments before he releases it with a pop. "See? You're fine. Your pussy just needs a little rest from being filled. It doesn't mean you can't be enjoyed," he mutters, eyes glancing towards my chest that heaves and jumping from the noises I'm making.

Shikaku's tongue dips back in, repeating his lazy back and forth between teasing my hole and teasing my clit. It doesn't take long for the knot in my stomach to build, nails digging into his scalp as I'm shoved closer to release. "Shikaku," I whine, tugging on his hair. "Commander, Shikaku."

His tongue slides over my clit again, jump-starting my orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whine between moans, slamming my thighs against his face as my body tenses. "Damn it."

He chuckles, lapping up my juices that dribble onto his face. "Thank you, Sweet Girl," he praises, eyes as shiny as his face that's covered in me. "You're always so good to me. Now, put your pretty panties back on and go wait at the table for me to serve you breakfast," he orders, stamping kisses across my thighs. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, Commander," I slur out, clumsily climbing back to my feet.

Shikaku's hands crawl up and down my body, helping me keep my balance as I slide my underwear back on. "Good girl. Good, good girl. Always so pretty for me, so sweet, so taste," he coos, shoving his tongue into my mouth as his lips crash against mine. "Now, go sit down," he orders again, smacking my ass harder than the new usual.

"Yes, Commander," I repeat, heat racing to my cheeks as I grab the plates and waltz out toward the dinner table, the leftover sizzles of my arousal still bouncing between my thighs.

Shikamaru looks like he's not sure if he's going to throw up or punch someone when I walk in, anger fuming off of him. Turns out he wasn't lying, the blonde girl is sat next to him, eyes wide and fluttering between the two of us. "So..." she mutters, tapping her hands against the table.

"Just be quiet Temari," Shika grumbles, snatching a plate from me and laying it in front of her.

Someone isn't hitting it right, and it sure as hell isn't Shikaku.

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"Thank you. Thank you so much, Sweet Girl," Shikaku breathes out, curses whispered under his breath as I bob my head up and down his penis.

The past week I've been joining Shikaku at work, the whole time I've begged to do some under-the-desk support. Today he finally gave in. Hence, me kneeling shirtless on a cushion under his desk with his dick down my throat and his hands attempting to be gentle in my hair. He clings to it, then he realizes how rough his hold is before his fingers go gentle again, repeating the cycle over and over again.

"My Sweet Girl - " Shikaku is cut off by a knock, his eyes flickering away from me to rest on the door. His hands slide out of my hair, culling my cheeks as he tries to calm himself. "Sweets - " Another knock comes, this time paired with a shout of his name. "Just stay put," he mutters, gently tapping my cheek as he pulls his erection out of my mouth, nearly putting himself away.

"Shikaku," I whine, trying - and failing - to take him back down my throat.

"Hush," he orders me, scooting in so I'm pressed into him more. "Just be silent," Shikaku says, resting my head on his lap, and slowly sliding his fingers through my hair. "Come in!" He calls, twirling the ends of a strand.

"Shikaku! We need to talk!" A voice shouts once the door is opened, said door slamming closed behind the person.

My eyes flicker up, scanning Shikaku for a reaction. He seems unfazed so everything is fine. I settle my hand back down in his lap, letting my eyes flicker closed.

"What in the world do you think you're doing, Shika?" Oh, it's Inoichi; Ino's dad and Shikaku's best friend. "You're sleeping with your son's girlfriend? Or... or dating her? What the hell are you two doing? What the hell are you doing?"

"I mean, we haven't put a title on it but ya we're... sleeping together and we've been spending more time together. It's not that big of a deal," Shikaku answers, twirling my hair tighter.

My eyes flutter open, glancing up again. His full focus is on his friend, which means... my eyes flicker down to his still-hard crotch, the outline of his bulge fighting against his pants making my mouth water.

"'It's not that big of a deal'?" Inoichi shrieks, his voice getting closer to the desk. "She is young enough to be your daughter, literally! I get... I get the whole Shikamaru cheating, and her being upset about it and all, I get that part, but really Shika? You're fucking her? What... what the hell is going through your mind? That you just want some young tail? That you're cool with being a rebound? What?"

Their fight continues the sound of their voices becoming background noise as I work him back out of his pants. His hands tighten on my hair, tugging my head away from his penis. Shikaku's eyes flicker down, sending me a warning to knock it off before his attention turns back to his fight.

I wiggle around between Shikaku's legs, tugging at his hands to let go. His split attention makes it easier for me to loosen his hold, letting my head fall far enough down to suck on his tip. My eyes jump up to his face, watching it contort as I suckle on him. His face flushes, jaw locking and unlocking as he talks, and hands knotted in my hair, gently pushing my head further down his length.

     "I just..." Shikaku starts, cutting himself off as he huffs out a breath. "She's fun, okay? She makes life fun again. I haven't had that since Yoshino died. So what if I'm a rebound? At least I get to have some fun while she's recovering."

     "Fun? Is that what you're calling it? Her blowing you under your desk, 'fun'? Thrilling, even?"

     We both freeze from Inoichi’s observation. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to blow Shikaku with his friend, another high-ranked Shinobi, in the room. "Yes," Shikaku answers slowly, lengthening the word as he says it. His hands gently push my head again, encouraging me to start bobbing it.

     My eyes flicker up again, being met with a soft smile. I keep my sights set as I slide down his length, his tip tapping against my throat and causing a gag to gurgle up. Shikaku takes control, moving me slowly and easily as I focus on sucking him. "I don't see why you don't try it out."

     "Fucking my son's girlfriend? Do we need to talk about how that's impossible?"

     "That's not... what I meant," Shikaku mumbles, his hands moving a bit faster as his orgasm approaches.

     "Oh, so you meant fucking your son's girlfriend," Inoichi mocks, his tone sarcastic.

     "I mean... no but if she's willing then whatever. You haven't fucked anyone since your wife died. Maybe getting some while help you unwind yourself a bit," the Commander says, eyes intensely on me as he shoves himself down my throat. I choke around him, more gagging coming as Shikaku spills out down my throat, his cum sliding down and filling my stomach instead of my pussy for once.

     "I was... it was a joke. I was kidding," Inoichi races out as Shikaku slowly pulls himself out of my mouth. "I was..." I'm helped to my feet, the Commander's hands pawing at me as he pulls me out from under his desk. "I was... kidding," His friend mutters, eyes locked on my chest as Shikamaru settles me on his lap, my back pressed into his chest.

     "Sweet Girl," he purrs in my ear, hands gripping my boobs, squeezing them with my bra between our skin. "Can't you be sweet and help Chief Yamanaka calm down? Please?"

     "I don't... I don't know," I mutter, a blush crawling across my face because of Shikaku's hands toying with me and the thought of getting another man off.

     "I won't mind, Sweets. After all, a good friend shares," he adds, sending a wink to his friend. "Only if you want to though. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Do you want to? You want to fuck Inoichi?"

     "N... no," I mumble, tingles swirling between my legs.

     Shikaku hums in disagreement, a hand jumping down and sliding into my pants, quickly skirting past my panties as well. "That's not what your pussy says. You're all hot and bothered. Do you like the idea of taking the two of us? Do you want to be the center of attention in an orgy? How about you Inoichi? You want to fuck my 'too young for me' Sweets?"

     Inoichi's eyes jump down, watching as his friend toys with me, fingers barely tipping into me to keep me squirming in his lap. His cheeks heat up too, eyes bouncing away but quickly moving back towards me. "I... she's..." He tries to say, cutting himself off with a hum and another eye flicker. "Yes," he whispers, eyes set on me again.

     "How about you, Sweet Girl?" Shikaku whispers in my ear, finally thrusting the length of his fingers into me.

     "Yes! Yes, yes, yes," I race out, clinging to his thighs as widen my legs, hoping it'll help his fingers reach into me deeper. Shikaku chuckles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. "Shikaku!"

     "Sweet Girl!" He teases, picking me up to rest me on my feet. "You won't die because you have to wait a minute or two," he tells me, a hand sliding up my bare back to unclasp my bra. Once it's tugged off of me, Shikaku's focus switches to tugging my bottoms off, leaving me bare in his office. "Door please."

     Inoichi turns on his heels, closing the door and locking it before heading back towards the desk. What the hell did I just sign myself up for?

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[erimeows]

Rising Action

Shikamaru sits on the rooftop of the Nara compound with a cup of hot tea in his hands as the wind blows through his long, damp hair. He’s fresh from a shower, so the raven locks are loose and flowing over the back of his shoulder blades. A dark long-sleeved shirt and matching sweatpants adorn his thin frame.

It’s a cold, stormy day. The grey and puffy clouds in the sky above him signal the storm that’s sure to come. He shivers and moves to sit criss-cross-applesauce.

Naruto has always hated this kind of weather… Shikamaru can imagine the Jinchuriki now, whining about how the rain is going to mess up his hair and impede his training. He laughs at the thought and takes a sip from the mug clasped in his hands.

Just then, the hatch to the roof is opened. Shikamaru peers behind his shoulder to see no other than his father, Shikaku Nara, coming onto the roof with a lit blunt held between two fingers. Either he wants to come enjoy the view of the clouds as well, or he wants to talk to Shikamaru about something. Shikamaru shifts uncomfortably at the latter thought and stares back up at the clouds as Shikaku sits next to him.

“Hey, kiddo,” The older man greets with half a smile and stares at him with curious onyx eyes. “What are you up to?”

Shikamaru struggles to answer him. He tries not to lie- lying to his father has always been difficult- but he doesn’t want to tell the truth either, because the truth is that he’s thinking about Naruto yet again. The Akatsuki keep attacking, Sasuke keeps showing his face, more and more Jinchuriki have been captured… And Shikamaru is fully aware that this is going to be a full on war between the five major ninja villages and the Akatsuki. That thought is a terrifying one in itself. Even more terrifying, however, is the thought of dying in this upcoming war without getting to tell Naruto that he’s in love with him.

They’ve been friends since they were children with Shikamaru being one of the few children in their academy class to accept and love Naruto for who he was. Maybe his love wasn’t- isn’t- so open and gushy like Hinata’s or Choji’s, but it’s always been there. It’ll always be there. Naruto is a kind and passionate person. Shikamaru can’t help but be in love with him, even after all these years.

Saying something about it is the logical thing to do, it always has been. He should’ve told Naruto the second he realized back when they were still kids about to graduate from the ninja academy. Love isn’t logical, though, and Shikamaru is as terrified of rejection as most people are. He resigned himself to silence in hopes that being on different cell units and being apart for years on end would make the intense crush fizzle out. It didn’t work, as his feelings only got stronger, morphing from a childish crush to genuine love.

After far too long of not saying anything, Shikamaru answers.

“Just thinking.”

A pause, and then, Shikaku is holding out his blunt in front of Shikamaru.

“...Want some?”

Shikamaru blinks. His mother would kill both of them if she knew about this, she’s already lost her shit the few times Shikamaru has come home smelling of cigarette smoke.

“Uh, are you sure? I don’t think I’m old enough for that,” Shikamaru nervously laughs and scratches the back of his neck. 

“I know you smoke cigarettes, don’t pretend you haven’t smoked weed too,” Shikaku scoffs. “You’re old enough to be a Jonin, old enough to kill people for your job, you’re old enough to smoke and drink. I won’t tell your mom.”

“Eh, okay, then. Sure.”

And so, Shikamaru takes the blunt and smokes it. The two men pass it back and forth while falling into a comfortable silence. Occasionally, the wind will blow smoke from Shikaku’s drags into Shikamaru’s face, but he doesn’t mind it all too much. The weed itself isn’t that strong- not strong enough to make him feel anything, at least. The act of smoking itself is comforting, though. It reminds him of Asuma. 

Things are quiet for long enough to provide Shikamaru with a false sense of relief. He thinks that maybe his father really did just want to come hang out with him and watch the clouds on this peaceful evening. That relief is shattered when Shikaku places a hand on his shoulder and looks at him intensely.

“Shikamaru, what’s wrong?”

Shikamaru’s stomach drops. Against his better judgment, he averts his gaze and lies through his teeth.

“Nothing.”

“You’re my son, I know you better than most people do,” Shikaku sighs. He sounds more concerned than anything. “That lie may work on your friends, but it won’t work on me. You’ve been so in your feelings lately that everyone has noticed, and that’s not like you. Your composure is slipping. Do I need to get you in with a therapist? Ino and Choji are worried about you. Your mom’s worried about you, I’m worried about you, and I know it’s not about the Akatsuki.”

“How could that not be what it’s about?” Shikamaru huffs. He crosses his arms defensively. How is it that his family is able to see right through him? He finds it so incredibly frustrating. At the same time, though, he internally scolds himself for even thinking that way. There are so many people he knows that don’t have the privilege of having stupid conflicts with their parents- Kiba, whose father was never around, Naruto and Sasuke, who lost both sets of their parents so tragically, Lee, whose parents disowned him for his inability to use Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, Neji and Hinata, who both lost their parents to the inner turmoil of their clan. “There’s a chance that we’re all going to die in the next few days. That doesn’t scare you?”

“Tch, of course not,” Shikaku answers like death has no consequence. Shikamaru stares at him with wide eyes as he puts the blunt out against the top of the roof. “I’ve been faced with death enough times to come to terms with the idea of it, and I know the same applies to you. So, what is it that you’re actually scared of, son?”

Shikamaru starts to crack. His father is going to get the truth out of him whether he likes it or not, just like he always does.

“Compared to everything else that’s going on right now, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much.”

“It’s about Naruto.”

Much to Shikamaru’s embarrassment, Shikaku laughs. His ears and cheeks burn bright red at the loud cackle that comes from between the older man’s chapped lips. He pouts and looks away.

“You still haven’t told him how you feel?” Shikaku asks while wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, having been fully aware of Shikamaru’s predicament since the younger man came home from the academy one day panicking because of his crush.

Shikamaru still remembers that day and how he so childishly spat out his feelings for Naruto in the form of word vomit to his parents at the kitchen table over a bowl of his mom’s overly salted udon. Thankfully, his parents are more accepting than most. That night, they reassured him that it was okay to love or like someone- even someone of the same gender. They wiped his tears, patted his back, and let him have his favorite mochi for dessert. 

“Why would I? He has a million other things going on right now, Dad,” Shikamaru argues. For his own sake, he should tell Naruto the truth, but he knows it would be incredibly selfish. Naruto has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now. Why would Naruto want him of all people, anyway? He has Hinata, who has loved him for even longer than Shikamaru has. Even if the two aren’t dating yet, Shikamaru is just waiting for it to happen. Surely, if Naruto doesn’t end up reciprocating Hinata’s obvious feelings in the end, he’ll find someone else. There are plenty of girls their age who have shown interest in him since he saved the village from Pain. “Plus… He’s special. He’s the Jinchuriki who’s saved the village time and time again, and I’m just a regular ninja. I’m fine with that- I have no qualms about it. All I’ve ever wanted is a normal, boring life, but… Naruto probably wants more, and he probably wants someone who’s as special as he is, which I’m not.”

“Look, I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but you’ve had a crush on that boy since you were in the academy together,” Shikaku points out and pats Shikamaru’s back just like he did that one night over udon and mochi. “Ignoring how you feel clearly hasn’t worked at all, has it?”

“Sadly, no. It hasn’t.”

“Then neither will wallowing in self-pity about it, Shikamaru. You’re just going to put yourself through more pain than it’s worth for a childhood crush that may not even return your feelings.”

Shikamaru winces. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be rejected like Naruto… No, he doesn’t want to imagine it. He knows it would be God awful with the blond tripping over himself to apologize for not returning the feelings while insisting that they can still be friends and that it won’t change anything. Shikamaru knows that relationships don’t work like that, though. Friendships are forever changed once romantic feelings are put on the table. Him confessing will make things awkward if Naruto doesn’t reciprocate.

“Ouch. Aren’t you supposed to reassure me that he loves me back because I’m so smart and amazing? I thought that’s what parents were supposed to do.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie to you,” Shikaku shrugs, as blunt as ever. It’s something that Shikamaru has always appreciated about him. “I have no idea how he feels, that’s why you need to man up and talk to him already.”

“You’re right… That’s what’s been bothering me these last few days. I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of one of us dying before I get the chance to tell him the truth.”

“Then tell him now,” Shikaku says like it’s that easy.

“I know that’s what I need to do, I’m just…” For the first time since Asuma died, Shikamaru cries. He tries to swallow the tears that are welling up in his eyes only for them to come pouring out at the same time that a sob falls from his lips. Once more, he spews word vomit about this stupid bullshit to his poor father who probably has much more important things to be worried about right now. As soon as the first tear falls from his onyx eyes, Shikaku is leaning over to wrap his long arms around Shikamaru’s smaller frame to envelop him in a warm hug. “God, I’m so scared. What if I say something and it changes everything between the two of us?”

“Shikamaru, I promise it’ll be okay no matter how he reacts,” Shikaku reassures Shikamaru while running his thin, scarred fingers through the younger man’s tangled hair. Shikamaru leans into the touch and cries even harder. “But you need to do this for your own sake. It’s hard to see you struggling like this.”

“I know,” He sniffles.

“...Why don’t we clear our minds over a game of shogi? Your mom should have dinner finished in a little bit.”

Shikaku lets go, so Shikamaru pulls away and wipes the tears from his eyes before nodding. 

“I’d like that.”

~

Unsurprisingly, Shikamaru’s resolve is strengthened by the conversation with his father. He’s scared shitless, but he knows that if he’s to have any peace before things get worse with the Akatsuki, he needs to tell Naruto the truth. 

Naruto is the most beautiful soul on the planet, though, so Shikamaru can’t make a fool of himself by showing up at the man’s doorstep with nothing in hand so he can burden him with his feelings. He stops by Yamanaka Flowers to get a bouquet of marigolds the following evening. He doesn’t know if Naruto likes flowers or what his favorite kind of flower would be if he did, but marigolds are bright and pretty just like Naruto himself, so Shikamaru figures they’ll work just fine for what he’s trying to accomplish.

When he gets to Naruto’s apartment, he’s surprised to find that Naruto isn’t there despite it being past six in the evening. He knows that the Jinchuriki isn’t out of town or assigned on any missions right now since he’s focusing on training for the upcoming conflict, so he must be somewhere else. After checking Ichiraku Ramen and finding the place void of anyone (except for Tsunade and Sakura), he goes to the next place that Naruto frequently inhabits; that lonely wooden swing outside of the academy.

The sun sets over the horizon as Shikamaru approaches Naruto from behind and taps his shoulder. The blond damn near falls out of the swing before managing to gain his composure and turning to face Shikamaru with a grin.

“Hey,” Shikamaru greets while holding the bouquet of flowers behind his back. “I thought I’d find you here.”

“Shikamaru!” Naruto, as warm and as welcoming as ever, wraps his arms around Shikamaru for a hug without even thinking about it. He pulls away too fast for Shikamaru’s liking, though. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

“It’s complicated, but first,” Shikamaru pauses to scrutinize Naruto’s expression. From far away, he was so distracted that he didn’t notice Shikamaru approaching, and he looked pretty deep in thought. Then, as soon as Shikamaru made his presence known, he forced a smile onto his face. “What’s up with you? You look pretty depressed.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, just…” Naruto laughs, then shakes his head. It’s clear that he’s a lot more melancholy than usual and Shikamaru wants to get to the bottom of why before adding any additional stress into the Genin’s already stressful life. “No, it’s nothing.”

“Seriously? You can talk to me, you know. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m just stressed. I know everyone is depending on me…” Naruto admits and stares down at the ground to avoid Shikamaru’s gaze. It’s true that everyone is banking on Naruto being able to pull through this without allowing the Akatsuki to capture him and the Nine Tails. Naruto is constantly energetic and spouting nonsense about how he’s not going to give up, about how he’s going to persevere no matter what. With all of the pressure that he’s facing to stay strong in the face of this adversity, Shikamaru isn’t surprised that Naruto crumbles like this when he’s alone. I know all our friends are going to be trying to protect me, too. What if I fail? What if I’m not good enough?”

“Naruto…” Shikamaru doesn’t know exactly what to say because he can’t understand anything that Naruto is going through. Naruto is in a unique positon, and most of the others who would understand are dead. All Shikamaru can do is reach forward, place a reassuring hand on Naruto’s shoulder, and offer his own perspective. “I can’t promise you we’ll be okay at the end of this because I have no way of telling the future. What I can promise you is that you’re plenty good enough. None of this that has happened lately has been your fault and it shouldn’t be your responsibility… It just so happens that there are people in this world who want the power of the tailed beasts for their own selfish desires. It’s unfortunate, but that doesn’t mean the weight of the world should have to be on your shoulders alone. You have so many friends who are backing you, including myself, so don’t think you have to act strong all the time.”

Naruto starts to cry. Shikamaru has no idea how to handle it, so he does what he’s always been best at and stands there awkwardly after setting the bouquet of flowers down on the grass beneath their feet. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to confess, after all…

“Shikamaru, you’re so cool…!” Naruto exclaims while frantically wiping his tears with the obnoxiously orange sleeves of his sweatsuit. “How come you can be so calm and collected during all this and I can’t?”

“Believe it or not, Naruto, I have problems, too. They may not be as convoluted as yours, but still… I’m not a stone wall either. I’m a human being who’s weak at times and feels negative emotions very strongly. And that’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You know, I’m still not over Asuma’s death… I still feel like it’s my fault. I have nightmares about it almost every time I try to sleep. Avenging him did nothing to bring me any sort of closure. I’m killing my lungs by smoking daily because it’s the only thing that makes me feel like I’m close to him again now that he’s gone,” Shikamaru sighs and wipes the tears that are welling up in his own eyes. To his relief, Naruto seems to gather his composure enough to stop crying. “We’re all struggling like you are, Naruto… As ninja, we’ve all gone through significant loss, through pain. That’s why we should rely on each other instead of trying to shoulder the burden of it all by ourselves.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

“Uh, Naruto… Speaking of,” Shikamaru clears his throat and bends down to pick up the bouquet of marigolds. Then, he pushes it into Naruto’s hands. The blond holds the flowers and stares down at them with a baffled expression.  “I guess doing this tonight is kind of a dick move on my end, but with everything that’s been going down with the Akatsuki lately, I’m concerned that there’s a chance we don’t have much time left. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and get it out of the way.”

“Shikamaru, don’t say that-!”

“Naruto, I appreciate you trying to reassure me, but please just listen. I need you to hear me out- this is important to me.”

“Oh… Okay, sorry. Go ahead.”

“If anything happens to either of us- or both of us- I want you to know that I love you very, very much, and that will never change.”

“I love you, too!” Naruto exclaims, and it hurts. Shikamaru knows that Naruto means those words in the kindest, most sincere, friendliest way possible. They’re so far from what Shikamaru means when he thinks them. “You know that, don’t ‘cha, Shikamaru?”

“Of course, but… That’s not what I meant. I know you love me platonically, we’ve been friends for a very long time, and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world,” Shikamaru clarifies. Naruto stares back at him like a dumb, confused puppy, his ocean blue eyes still sparkling with tears and his tan cheeks bright red. “However, the love I feel for you is different. I’m sure you get offers all the time, especially after the incident with Pain, but… I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

“Shikamaru, that’s not funny!” Naruto pouts, seemingly convinced that Shikamaru must be joking.

Shikamaru can’t help but be frustrated. He holds his head in his hands and tugs at his hair before raising his voice in a desperate attempt to get his point across.

“I’m not joking! Why would I joke about something like this? It’s serious shit, Naruto!”

“Okay, okay, sorry!” Naruto rushes out an apology and nervously shifts his weight between his toes and the heels of his feet while passing the marigolds back and forth between his hands. “I’m just confused, okay?”

“What is there to be confused about? I’m in love with you and I have been for a long time. It’s pretty simple.”

Shikamaru expects a lot of things; a kind rejection that ends with something like ‘but let’s still stay friends’, an awkward offer to go on a date, questions about how long he’s been gay for and why. What he couldn’t have possibly prepared himself for or expected was Naruto’s actual response.

“You’re so smart and capable, and there’s a ton of girls who chase after you that you don’t pay any attention to! So, out of everyone in the village you could have, why me? You’re a Jonin! You could have just about anyone you wanted! I swear, I thought you and Temari had a thing going on.”

“Temari and I have never been anything more than close friends, but… I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to understand. I’m gay, I don’t like women like that. I don’t even like most people like that. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved.”

“No, you don’t get it!” Naruto huffs. It seems like he’s getting fed up with trying to get his point across, but Shikamaru just doesn’t understand. “I’m not good enough for you- compared to you, I’m a loser! You’ve always been smarter than me, more talented than me… People just like you better, y’know?”

“None of that shit matters, though! People don’t like you because they’re fucking stupid and they don’t get how amazing you are, Naruto. It’s a privilege to be your friend. You are smart, and you are talented, it’s just that no one gets that because you’re not conventional,” Shikamaru insists through the blinding anger that tries to consume him when he hears Naruto spew this uncharacteristically self-deprecating horseshit. “Look, if you don’t love me back, that’s fine. I was fully prepared for you to reject me. Me confessing was more for my peace of mind than it was an attempt to get you to date me or something, so it’s fine, really. What isn’t fine is you talking down on yourself and saying you’re not good enough for me. It’s fucking bullshit.”

Shikamaru turns his back to leave, only for Naruto to grab him by the wrist with his spare hand. Shikamaru looks over his shoulder as a flicker of hope ignites deep in his chest and makes his heart skip a beat.

“But I- I think I do love you, Shikamaru!”

“You think?” Shikamaru deadpans. How could he have not guessed that confessing his love to Naruto would turn into something so ridiculous? He should’ve known. “Love isn’t a ‘maybe’, ‘I think’ sort of emotion. You’re either in love with me or you’re not. You don’t have to pretend to love me like that to spare my feelings, I can handle rejection.”

“I… I am in love with you,” Naruto whispers. The expression that takes over his face is a cross between bafflement and utter confusion that makes Shikamaru’s face burn red with a mixture of relief, adoration, and secondhand embarrassment. “I guess I’ve just been so busy that I never thought about it, but of course I’m in love with you! It all makes sense now!”

“You can’t be serious,” Shikamaru groans and facepalms. If he never would’ve said anything… Naruto may have never realized. “You’re in love with me and you’re only just now realizing it?”

“Yes?” Naruto answers so loudly that it echoes in the clear night. “I just- I always felt different around you than with all my other friends! Like that gushy feeling and your heart skipping a beat that you see in the romance novels, you know?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” Naruto smiles from ear to ear, so beautifully that Shikamaru can’t help but pull the blond into his arms and hug him as tightly as possible.

“I love you,” He says against Naruto’s ear as the blond hugs him back.

The marigolds are a little crushed, but neither of them care.

“I love you, too.”

After a few minutes, Shikamaru pulls away and looks down at Naruto, who is staring up at him with stars in his ocean blue eyes. 

“Shit’s about to get real soon… I doubt we’ll have a lot of time to hang out,” Shikamaru starts. “Do you… Maybe want to come stay at my place? You could eat dinner with my family. I’m sure they’d love to get to know you.”

“Really? Are you sure? You’re not like, embarrassed by me?”

“Really, Naruto… I just confessed my undying love to you and you think I’m going to be embarrassed to bring you to my family? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Shikamaru laughs. “Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked if I weren’t.”

“Okay! If you’re sure about this, then let’s go!”

The two start walking away from the academy and in the direction of the Nara compound, side by side.

“...Can I hold your hand?”

Naruto doesn’t answer out loud. Instead, he offers Shikamaru a calming smile and reaches over to hold his hand. Shikamaru can’t help but smile back as he intertwines their fingers and laughs.

Maybe things will be okay in the end, after all.

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MasterList - NARUTO

Links to all my favorite Naruto NSFW work by other writers! No content here is mine. The credit goes to all the amazing writers!

Warning ⚠️ : These links contain material that is strictly 18+. It may or may not involve hard kinks, random character pairings/non canon pairing, age gap, cheating etc. If you are not comfortable with this, do not interact. MDNI.

Started date : 09-02-2022

Updated date : 11-03-2022

Total number of links : 11

1. Naruto x Hinata : Honeymoon by Prestige Frost (fanfiction.net) 🔞😩👌

2. Naruto x Everyone(girls): Chicken Ramen for the Pervert's Soul by VulgarAssassin 👀🤤🔞 Warning ⚠️: harem (?) I guess,involves some hard kinks, all stories are standalone.

3. Uchihas x fem!reader: Gangbang by @iambilliejeanok 😈🔥

4. Sakura x Uchiha clan: UchiSaku kinkoctober 2021 by GalacticArmadillo🥵🔞 Warning ⚠️: harem (?) I guess,involves some hard kinks,age gap,all stories are standalone, contains lots of sex🥵🔞👌

5. Founders x fem!reader: Founders breeding reader by @yourtamaki 🥵🥵. This is a headcannon about how the founders would breed the reader. Contains breeding kink.🔞🔞

6. Nara Shikaku x fem!reader: A Gentleman by @uchihashisuii 👌🔞🥵

7. Nara Shikaku x fem!reader: Infidelity by @effeminateboyninja 🔞🥵 Warning ⚠️: contains cheating, unprotected sex, age gap, father-in-law/daughter-in-law, daddy kink 😩🥵❤️

8. Naruto x Sakura x Sasuke: An Unusual Friday Night Playdate by TheFlamingDictator🔥 Warning ⚠️: Threesome, Rough Sex, F/M/M. This is one of my all time favourite ❤️🥵😩🔞

9. Ino x Sakura : Naughty Girls by Fairylust🥵 Warning ⚠️: Girl x Girl, Rough Sex, One shot.🔞🔞 This is my all time favourite girl x girl oneshot. 🔥😩😩

10. Toneri x Hinata x Naruto : Surprise At Home by m3n4sk3r 🥵👌 Warning ⚠️: Cheating, F/M/M, Rough sex, Anal🥵🔞🥵

11. Uchiha men x Fem! reader : Kinda a Threesome by @imnotevenherern 🥵😩 Warning ⚠️: foursome, F/M/M/M 🔞🥵🔞😩

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Might Guy Relationship Headcanons Part I

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Might Guy x Childhood Friend Reader Headcanons

Might Guy Friends to Lovers Headcanons

First Kiss with Might Guy Headcanons

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Cliché Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Finale BONUS

Cliché Rewrite Part I Part II Part III (coming soon)

Cabaret (discontinued) Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VIIChapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI 

Cabaret (rewrite) Chapter I Chapter II

Anbu Bae Oneshot

Castle Part I Part II Part III Part IV (on hiatus)

Might Guy x NB!Reader Oneshot, RQ

Remember me? (Might Guy x Akatsuki!Reader) RQ

Klutz (Might Guy x AcademyTeacher!Reader)

Surprise Oneshot

No You (Might Guy x Pregnant!Reader) RQ

Why Not? (Might Guy x Pregnant!Reader) RQ

Patience (Might Guy x Abused!Reader) RQ

Take Care (Might Guy x Medic!Reader) RQ

Home (Akatsuki!MightGuy x Leaf!Reader) RQ

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Night In with MG (Oneshot RQ

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Out (Might Guy x Reader)

Strong (Might Guy x Blind!Reader) Oneshot

Team Dinner! (Might Guy x Reader) Oneshot

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Iruka Relationship Headcanons

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Childhood Best Friends with Iruka Umino Headcanons

Oblivious (Iruka x Teacher!Reader) Oneshot RQ

Night Shift Oneshot

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Jiraiya and Naruto Platonic Found Family Headcanons

Reader x Jiraiya x Tsunade Love Triangle Headcanons

Jiraiya Blindness Inbox Scenario 

When That Time Comes Oneshot RQ

𓆃 Killer B - I will not be writing more for Killer B

 Killer B and Naruto Platonic Headcanons (Swivel)

𓆃 Konohamaru

Cherry Blossom Homecoming (Konohamaru x Reader) Oneshot

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Genma and Anko Roommate Headcanons (Reader Insert)

Genma x Reader x Anko Friendship Headcanons

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Shibi Aburame Relationship Headcanons

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Working for Shikaku Platonic Headcanons

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It's Not Gonna Ride Itself

Pairing: Asuma Sarutobi x Reader

Genre: DARK CONTENT; NSFW; oneshot

CW: loss of virginity; size kink; slight dacryphilia; blood mention; age gap (reader is 18); dubcon?

@the-sad-gaysthetic: Can I request some sexy times with either Asuma or Shikaku Nara? I need more of them in my life. I'm trash for older dudes, sorry

Inspired by this headcanon from @katslutski

A/N: Sorry if this is too much for you 😅 let me know if you wanted something less dark i'll redo it lmfaooo

This is fine, you told yourself. Afterall, Asuma wasn’t your sensei. Yes, he was the sensei of some of your peers, but he was never yours. Sure, he was about fourteen years your senior, already an accomplished jonin by the time you were graduating from the academy, but it’s not like the two of you had any real interactions in that time. Nothing more than the polite “hi” when you crossed each other's paths.

And anyway, those days felt like a lifetime ago. You weren’t that little genin eager for your superior’s approval anymore. You were eighteen now, a grown adult who didn’t strive to impress those above them.

Well, the second part might not be true…

“Fuck, you look so good doing that…” Asuma groaned gruffly above you. You glanced up at him from where you were nestled between his thighs, his fat cock stretching your lips completely. He threaded his fingers through your hair almost lovingly, staring down at you with lust filled eyes and an arrogant smirk on his lips.

Tears brimmed your eyes as he bucked up into your mouth. It was borderline painful, the way he stretched out your mouth. When you first saw his erection, you were positive that it wasn’t going to fit inside any part of your body. But dutifully, you’d crawled between his legs, licking wide stripes up the base of him. He’d only given you about a minute of teasing before he was forcing your head down on his tip. You struggled to even move your tongue with your mouth so fully stuffed.

“Cmon, princess. That the best you can do?” He taunted from above you, thrusting his hips up. All you could do was gag and drool around him. Asuma snickered. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, ya know that? My cock too big for you, baby?” A high pitched whine came from the back of your throat, your attempt at confirming his words.

“Such a good girl… Sucking my dick so well…” Suddenly, you were being yanked up by your hair. He pulled you off of him, and you spluttered and coughed as you were able to gulp in breaths of air. You could barely hear his snickering over the sounds of you hacking.

When you were finally able to catch your breath and calm down, you looked at him through blurred eyes. He hadn’t moved from where he lounged back on the bed, a cigarette still lodged between his teeth. Taking a long drag, he yanked you towards him with one tug of you arm. The smoke escaped his pursed lips right into your face, only renewing your wheezing.

“It’s funny,” he murmured as his free hands smoothed over your hair. “You were always such a good little girl. I never thought you would grow up to be a little slut like this. Have you just been waiting for this moment? Waiting until you were old enough to take my cock like a whore?” You were tempted to smack that knowing smirk off his face, and you would have, too, if his words weren’t causing your stupid cunt to leak the way it was.

Asuma took another drag of his cigarette, this time blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. “Well? Go ahead,” he nodded while you stared at him in a bit of confusion.

“Wha-what do I do?” you whispered, staring at his fat cock with fear. It had been so difficult to get that thing in your mouth… How was it supposed to fit in your virgin pussy?

Snickers left Asuma’s mouth as he examined that stupid look on your face. Asuma loved virgins. This was his favorite way to fuck.

“Sit on it.”

Asuma gave you no other instructions. He laid back against the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he closed his eyes. He wasn't going to help you despite the fact that this would be your first time.

Sniffling, you wiped at the tears on your cheeks. You hadn’t quite known what you were getting yourself into when you came onto Asuma. He’d always seemed so nice. Cool and laid back, definitely. He was a bit sarcastic, even… But cruel? Sadistic? You never would have guessed.

You took a deep breath as you crawled up him, positioning yourself over his length. You didn’t want to seem like a stupid little kid. You weren’t. You were an adult, and you were ready to be with someone like Asuma. You were determined to prove it.

But still, you couldn’t deny you were terrified. He was just so big. Were all cocks so thick?

“It’s not gonna ride itself, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you swallowed hard as you rubbed his tip against your swollen slit. You began to lower yourself carefully down on top of him and the stretch was immediately unbearable. You felt like you were going to split in two.

“Don’t stop,” Asuma rasped, giving your ass a hard slap, causing you to yelp in pain. You positioned your hands on his chest as you paused your movements, his tip barely past your folds. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, the burn like nothing else you’d ever experienced before.

Slowly, painfully, you continued to lower yourself down as your walls were stretched intolerably.

God, Asuma could almost cum from the sight of you struggling to take his big dick alone. Your face was bright red, blotchy with tears, and your mouth was gaping wide as you gasped and sobbed. You were trying so hard to take him in slow, to give yourself time to get used to his size, but your arms were shaking, ready to give out and causing you to slide down on him further and further, quicker than you were ready to.

Asuma wanted nothing more than to grab your shoulders and shove you down on top of him completely, fuck himself into your cunt with reckless abandon until you were screaming and squirting all over his cock.

But this was even better. It took more patience than Asuma was capable of, but nothing beat watching a virgin try to fuck themselves on a cock the size of their arm. It wasn’t very often he got to experience this; he was going to savor it.

“I-it’s too big… I can’t!” You gasped as your arms shook, and you slid even further down his length. “I can’t do it. I need help!”

You were crying freely now, trying and failing to push you off of the cock you were currently impaled on. You looked at Asuma, wanting sympathy, a kind look or touch. But he just smirked as he watched you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette once more.

“But you’re taking me so well, baby.” He chucked as you struggled. “You’re almost there. Go ahead; just shove yourself down on it, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good.” You shook your head frantically, terrified at the thought of him splitting you in two.

God Asuma wanted so badly to buck up into you and fuck you sensless. “Touch your clit,” he all but commanded you. “Make yourself feel good.”

Mewling quietly, you picked one of your hands up from his chest, reaching between your legs to rub yourself. The jolt of pleasure made the one arm you were using to balance yourself give out and you dropped down, taking Asuma’s length completely until his balls were nestled against your ass.

You screamed and blubbered pathetically as you came hard. The feeling of being filled so completely for the first time was too much for you, and your cunt gushed even as your torn hymen bled.

A smile tugged at the corner of Asuma’s lips as he watched you. “Ah, so you're a pain slut, huh?” He chortled. Finally, Asuma took pity on you, grabbing your neck and pulling you down flush against his chest.

“I’m still not gonna help you, darlin,” he whispered into your ear, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the way you fluttered around him so beautifully. You felt his tongue flicking against the tears on your cheeks and heard him groaning. “Better keep riding that cock. I’m glad you got yours, but you’re not stopping until I get mine.”

Sobbing pathetically, you lifted your hips before skewering yourself down on him once more. You screamed each time you did so. It hurt so bad, and it was all way too much.

But that didn’t stop you from cumming around his fat cock filling your little cunt over and over again.

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Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

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[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

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[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

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[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

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[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

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[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

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[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

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[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

[vannahfanfics]

Naruto Oneshots Masterlist

If you prefer Ao3, here is the link to my collection there!

Romance Oneshots

Shikamaru/Temari: Her, Like the Sun, and Him, Like the Clouds | Colors | Correspondence | Desert Rose

Shikamaru/Sakura: We Could Be In Love | Galaxia de Primavera | Rest for the Weary | Lucid Dream | Where Time Stood Still | Rainshowers | Broken

Sasuke/Sakura: Another Sleepless Night | Christmas Morning | Couple Things

Naruto/Hinata: Valentine’s Day

Minato/Kushina: Home | Home Part II

Shikadai/Sarada: Winter’s Embrace

Itachi/Hinata: A Meaningful Life | A Meaningful Life Part II

Deidara/Ino: Weathering With You

Shikaku/Yoshino: Opposites Attract

General Oneshots

Team 7: Life’s a Circus |  An Unexpected Addition

Team 8: A Dog’s Day

Team 9: A Place in this World | Get-Along Camp

Gaara & Various: Glowing 

Uzumaki Family: Bad Dreams | Hide and Seek 

Nara Family: The First Time Babysitting 

For more fandoms, see my Table of Contents. For all requestable fandoms, see here.

[createpeacefromchaos]

I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!

Been off tumblr for ages because of just plain old forgetfulness (and getting tiktok, which may have been an error but oh well).

So, writing update! Fanfic only, because I’ve done exactly zero work on original fiction since last time.

I’ve written a hell of a lot of fic in the past few months, so I’m just going to summarise/link what I posted in January.

Like A Missile On A Mission (I’m A Force That You Will Dread) Series Katekyo Hitman Reborn/Sentinel (TV) fusion fic. I wrote a couple of these last year for various challenges/bingos, but since then the series has grown to a whopping 25 fics with another 5 outlined and vague ideas for at least 10 more. SFW

Kakashi Gets Wrecked Series - Collaboration with Uintuva Seven unconnected oneshots in which Kakashi gets wrecked by various other characters, with artwork by the wonderful Uintuva. NSFW

Flower Power Sakura is has a day off and goes around Konoha topping all her boyfriends and girlfriends. Unrepentant porn with many kinks. NSFW Like ‘Em Big Sequel to Flower Power. Size queen Uchiha Sasuke gets railed by Akimichi Chouji. Unrepentant porn. NSFW

The Rule of Three Katekyo Hitman Reborn fic A day in the life of Skull, immortal stuntman. Inspired by a tweet I saw - mostly humour. SFW

ain’t cloud nine but it’s tentative for now BNHA no-powers fic I posted this last year but finally finished and uploaded the third chapter recently, and intend to complete the entire story over the next few weeks. NSFW

it’s non-negotiable so do as I say Naruto fic - Nara Shikaku/Hatake Kakashi Can basically be summarised as Daddy Shikaku doms Brat Kakashi into self-care. The daddy kink is very mild (the word’s only used like three times max) and it’s mostly service and gentle domination. Definitely porn though, just fyi. NSFW

Little Bit Lost Without You Getbackers Heavily-edited repost of one of my more popular fics from ff.net. Ginji/Ban hurt/comfort SFW

Make the Sweat Drip Out of Every Pore Naruto fic - Sakura/Kisame, pre-Sakura/Kisame/Neji In which Kisame has a huge strength kink and Sakura doms him thoroughly. Unrepentant femdom-Sakura porn. NSFW when I get to where I’m going, gonna have you trembling Sequel to Make the Sweat Drip, Sakura/Kisame/Neji In which Neji joins Kisame and Sakura and proves to fit perfectly. NSFW

[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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[senbons]

Hello! That list of unfinished shikatema stories looks at me everytime I am on your page XD do you have any plan or inspiration for them? Can you tell us more about the inception one? that is so specific. But I guess my favourite would be the nara parents find them in bed XD I hope you'll finish that one at some point, but I just wish you don't stop writing, you're so good :) Stay safe and warm!

aww! thank you!

I pinned them because I WANT people to see them and take them from me. They have zero future, so if you have any inspiration to take them from me, I have notes and ideas.. I want to read them too, I just don't want to write them 😂😂

if you dm me, I can send you the inception-au.. I have like three pages and a p substantive outline, which should answer your questions. But it's basically them being put together in an inception-like team to do dreamwork for people.

the one in bed too i think had temari, like, last-minute hiding and shikaku walking into his room and getting on the bed and having this long talk w him all while temari is in the closet or something dumb. and then yoshino finds like underwear or something and walks into his room yelling. short dumb oneshot. idek.

Thank you for this ask though!!! Made me VERY happy to receive!

[seyaryminamoto]

what sokkla fics do you recommend?

AHAHAHAHA OMG this is going to be long again… but yes, I had said I’d do this, so let’s go!

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Under the cut, that is. This is WAY too long.

First off, multichapter stories!

The Princess Guard by prinsesseazula

Zuko asks Sokka to help protect Azula from an onslaught of threats that are jeopardizing her safety. Slowly but surely developing the romance of our two dorks. Rated T.

Bonfire Heart by Madame Atomic Bomb

A dangerous group, called the Smoke Demons, plot to kill Zuko. Mai infiltrates the group to protect him, and enlists Sokka and Azula as well so they can prevent the attempts on Zuko’s life. Rated M.

She’s Something by haley97

An alphabet challenge that explores Sokka and Azula’s budding relationship following the prompt word for each chapter. Rated T.

p a i n t by lotusunset

Sokka is a widow, traveling across the world to overcome the loss of his wife and child. He stumbles across Azula in an Earth Kingdom village, where she’s been working as a painter, and he tries to unravel how she came to this place. Rated T.

Of Farms, Fairs and Fame by BellatrixLestrangey

A modern AU where Azula and Sokka live near each other in the USA countryside and have been friends for a long time. Azula is an aspiring musician while Sokka works at his family farm. Rated T.

Opposite Elements by LordStone

Set in a world where the Hundred Year War didn’t happen, Sokka travels to the Fire Nation to live as a guest of the Fire Nation Royals. He clashes with Azula at first, but soon enough they learn to see each other with different eyes. Rated T.

Proving You Wrong by PurplePlatypusBear21

Sokka travels to the North Pole and is surprised to bump into Azula here. He tries to decipher the mystery of why she’s here, and finds himself wanting to help her in any way he can. Rated T.

Reclaimed by Sokkaweekly

Azula escapes from the asylum and Zuko asks Sokka to help him find her and bring her home. Sokka does as he’s told, not knowing that his story with Azula is only just beginning. Rated M. 

Prisoner’s Dilemma by PurplePlatypusBear21

Sokka finds Azula freezing in a cooler during the escape from the Boiling Rock, and he’s overwhelmed by his sudden desire to help and protect the Fire Nation Princess. Rated T.

Blue Eyes, Blue Fire by PurplePlatypusBear21

A collection of short stories for Sokkla Saturdays. Rated T.

Saturnalia by clarielparke

Another collection of short stories for Sokkla Saturdays. Rated M.

The Black Cage by Fanwright

In a setting where slavery exists and Ozai’s ambitions got the better of him, his family is confined to a life in the Black Cage, where they’re occasionally entertained by a Water Tribe slave. Rated T.

Lightning and Boomerang - The Bounty Hunters by Chaosconetic

Not comic-compliant. After Ursa’s search ends, Sokka and Azula decide to try their luck as bounty hunters in the Earth Kingdom. Rated T. 

Collected by Sokkaweekly

Shapeshifter AU. Sokka seeks to kill a dragon who’s tormenting his village. He doesn’t expect the dragon to have the human form of a young girl with gold eyes and raven hair. Rated T.

Airship Down and the Mountains of Madness by Keith B. Real

Sokka attempts to attack the Fire Nation airship fleet when they’re near the South Pole, but everything escalates out of his control. What began as a reckless mission turn into an ordeal of survival when he has to work with a wounded Azula to save themselves from the horrors buried deep under the Mountains of Madness. Rated T.

Love of Madness by Keith B. Real

Three years have passed since the horror in the South scarred both Sokka and Azula. The return of the monsters of the depths brings them together again as they try to put a stop to their conquest for once and for all. Rated T.

Sokka, Agent of OWL by storywriter1id

Sokka is tasked with retrieving Azula by the Order of the White Lotus, and he must find her in the Earth Kingdom and bring her home. Her life will depend on the success of Sokka’s quest. Rated T.

Majesty by Anariel Tindomerel

AU where Sozin’s Comet arrives many years later: Sokka infiltrates Azula’s troops in the Earth Kingdom, hoping to serve as a spy for the White Lotus. But once he’s in Azula’s radar, she starts to unravel just why this soldier seems so familiar… Rated M. Warning: it’s in Spanish.

Imprisoned by conspiracy victim

Azula captures Sokka while trying to ensnare the Avatar. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it is to resist the temptation they pose for each other. Rated M.

A Week of Steam by Nara Shikaku

Collection of Sokkla stories, a few of them of the smutty kind. Rated M.

Puzzling Pieces by Vayleen

Collection of 100 Sokkla drabbles, a few of them connected with each other, about Sokka and Azula and the development of their story. Rated T.

Gaining One’s Freedom by LadyFireNation

Non comics-compliant. Azula is released from the asylum seven years after the end of ATLA, and Zuko sends her on a quest to find their mother with Sokka’s assistance. Rated M.

Solace by bevesy

After falling out of her father’s good graces, Azula is sent away to the South Pole as punishment, on the pretense of an arranged marriage. But as time goes by and she adjusts to life with her husband, Sokka, winds of change start to blow in the Fire Nation. Rated M.

It Was All Ty Lee’s Fault by Fokusas

A crack fic if there ever was one for this ship, Azula and Sokka have an intimate encounter by accident that results in their marriage in the middle of a war-torn Fire Nation. Rated M. 

The Night Before the Wedding by Lord-Captain000

Azula is being forced to marry someone she doesn’t love, while engaged in an affair with Sokka. Rated M. 

Now… Oneshots!

Kiss Me Like This by Princess Tyler Briefs

Azula’s birthday party features an entrancing guest who sweeps her off her feet as they dance together. Rated K.

Noble Daughter by LoveBackwards

A fluff piece on the aftermath of the birth of Azula and Sokka’s daughter. Rated K+.

Mother Knows Best by RedBayly

Azula meets Sokka after their affair culminates in a child neither one was prepared for. Rated T.

Flying Dragon, Crouching Tiger by Fanwright

In the Second World War, Sokka’s plane falls during a military operation, and he’s found by three dangerous Chinese military officials. Rated M.

Scribble Hearts by Fanwright

The morning after their wedding, Azula gets her hands on Sokka’s sketchbook and tries to unravel the meaning behind his doodles. Rated T.

Renewed by Sokkaweekly

Azula ponders her circumstances after the war, now that Sokka is often looking after her. Rated T.

Wholehearted by Sokkaweekly

A modern AU take on the Avatarverse where Sokka tries to surprise Azula who only seems to have her mind set on one thing. Rated K.

Genesis by Sokkaweekly

Azula is surprised when a simple sickness turns out to be the signs of pregnancy, and she must inform Sokka about it. Rated T.

Corrupted by Sokkawekly

The Day of Black Sun takes an unexpected twist when a secret alliance changes the fate of the world forever. Rated M.

Defending by Sokkaweekly

Sokka and Azula work together with Aang and Katara to protect a Fire Nation village from rogues. Rated M.

Pampered by Sokkaweekly

Azula’s handmaiden takes a day off, and it’s up to Sokka to provide his services for Azula in the best way he knows how. Rated T.

Singing Metal by BellatrixLestrangey

Azula is worried about the dangers of blades in a house with a newborn baby and tries to approach Sokka on the subject. Rated T.

The Right Decision by BellatrixLestrangey

Azula doesn’t know how to turn her one-night-stand with Sokka into a regular occurrence. Rated T.

Eternal by icewhisker21

Sokka brings a gift for Azula on their anniversary, hoping the hidden meaning of the present will convey the depth of his love for her. Rated T.

Fire and Ice by icewhisker21

A sparring session between Sokka and Azula takes an unexpected turn for the better after the Princess gets tired of losing against him. Rated M.

Shadow by clarielparke

Sokka finds Azula in a village, in the middle of a dark night. But the truth behind his intentions might push her away from him for good. Rated M.

Swordplay by Fanwright

While sparring in the Agni Kai Arena, Sokka and Azula find themselves succumbing to a hunger they cannot quench through anything but each other’s bodies. Rated M. 

Teaching You The Ropes by clarielparke

Sokka is sent by Zuko to capture Azula, who has been working as a bounty hunter. But the assignment brings complications when the Princess proves to be craftier than Sokka anticipated. Rated M.

Tales of the Stranded by icedcoffeepanda

The adventures or misadventures of Sokka and Azula while under the influence of cactus juice. Rated K+.

Stressed Out by Gd2go2

Long days of work at the United Forces offices have been very stressful for Sokka. Fortunately Azula knows just now to help him. Rated M.

Trick or treat by prinsesseazula

Modern AU. Sokka’s Halloween party is a complicated event for Azula, as she’s not sure she’s welcome amongst his friends just yet. Rated K+.

To Sleep With Fire by BellatrixLestrangey

Sokka fights with Azula over the covers in the bed. Rated K

The View From Atop Your Shoulders by BellatrixLestrangey

Modern AU. Sokka allows Azula to sit on his shoulders during a rock concert. Rated K

In Perfect Silence by BellatrixLestrangey

Sokka and Azula sneak away during a festival to find a place where they can be alone. Rated K+

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Ya’ know, I’m actually missing out on a huge bunch. I know I am. And that actually makes me kind of happy because it really shows we’ve got a ton more content than we did five years ago. Damn, I’m glad.

But alas, I’ve already spent like 3 hours of my life making this list? Or has it been longer? I was supposed to answer other asks too xD so I assume you have plenty to go on with the list as it is! Do enjoy, anon!

[ao3feed-kakairu]

Non Playable Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NjdW9y

by IrisClou

Izumo and Kotetsu had more or less resigned their lives to being the support characters for their friends, both seemingly more than content to simply be the anonymous hands helping them back to their feet.

Just faces in the crowd. Laughter that joined in at the bad jokes. Forget and forgotten.

Especially when people asked what was behind Izumo's bangs. He'd giddily come up with hundreds of crazy suggestions, like he was a pirate in a past life, or that he secretly had a rinnegan. Anything to make the person shut up and laugh.

The truth, of course, was much more volatile. The peace of Konoha rested on its secrecy.

But when a tabloid unexpectedly calls for someone with all his matching traits, it's his decision to accept his fate, or reject it.

And in order to do so, he has to remember what got him (and Kotetsu) to this point in the first place.

Words: 757, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Sensei Squared [Kaka/Iru/Tsu]

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hagane Kotetsu, Kamizuki Izumo, Yakushi Nonou, Yakushi Kabuto, Nara Shikaku, Yamanaka Inoichi, Umino Iruka, ill add everyone else as they come in, Shiranui Genma

Relationships: Hagane Kotetsu/Kamizuki Izumo, Nara Shikaku/Yamanaka Inoichi, oh thank GOD that tag exists, eventual - Relationship, Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

Additional Tags: ah shit i dont know how to tag this but ill be upfront, the underage/non con stuff is ONLY bc izumo and kotetsu, and theres no actual rape, and theyre about the same age so its not s k e e v y like some things are on this site, i aint approve of it tho so dont, ANWAY UM FUCK OKAY SHIT i thought id be writing a quick oneshot and im nearing 20k so OOPS, theres way too much to tag so like..., the mature tag is just bc there is Going To Be Sex in later chapters. gotta like. warn yall i guess, major character death only bc of the fucking kyuubi attack but yall. that happened episode one', its okay, first and foremost dont guess kabutos age, hes a fuckin timelord or something and that shit dont follow canon., everyone else is P R E T T Y compliant

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NjdW9y

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #1

(Shikaku Nara Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Sadakiyo]

Requested by: My hormones

Word Count: 4,324

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Cheating

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

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

Voyeur (watching others having s*x)

Unknowingly being watched during s*x

Emotional manipulation (technically, but meh)

Titty/Nipple Playing

Degrading

Praising

Fingering/Oral (Female receiving)

Overstimulation

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

Choking

Manhandling

Creampie

Begging

Part two? ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not going to watch you - ”

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

“You can’t do that!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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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Preview!

Hello My Honeys! 

I have a little preview of my next fic! Please enjoy! 

霜舞||| The Hoarfrost King ||| (Shimo Mae [Frost Dance])

Genre Tags:    Dark Eroticism, Alternate Universe – Modern Times, Forbidden Love, Romance, Drama, Dark Fic, Nara Incest, Figure Skating, Smut, Oneshot

Notes: On-the-spectrum! Shikamaru, Autism/Asperger’s, Competitions, Possessiveness, Daddy Kink, Service-Top! Shikaku, Underage. 

So there my Honeys have it! I’ll be working to finish this piece, hopefully before I’m drawn back into Semester work from march and my productivity dies down again. 

But thank you to all those who always support me, it means the world to me.