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Bruised

(Shino Aburame)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,530

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Attempted Stabbing

PTSD Attack

Bruises

I fully believe Shino's hair type falls somewhere on the high 3 to low 4 ranking and you can't convince me otherwise

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"Akimichi-San," I try to coo, my hands up as I slowly approach the elderly man. The elderly man is still built like the brick he was during his Shinobi days. "It's alright, do you know where you are? You're at the Konoha Veterans' Retirement Center," I carefully explain, my eyes flickering from the active PTSD episode patient and my fellow nurses waiting on standby to interfere.

"Stay back!" The man yells, waving around the butter knife he's clinging to. The butter knife he was just using to split the biscuit he was going to have with his supper. Why doesn't anyone listen to me when I tell them not to give Akimichi-San any sharp object? 'He hasn't had an attack in four months it's fine so we're sure he's fine'. Obviously not.

"Alright, I can do that," I say calmly, stopping in my tracks. "Everything is alright, Akimichi-San. At the moment you're having a flashback episode. I assure you that you are safe, that your wife is safe, your kids and your grandkids. You're all safe."

"Stay back you trader! How could you betray your village?!" The man barks at me, eyes locked on me as he continues swishing the knife around. "You... you mind technique Shinobis always try to get in our heads. I don't have a wife! Let alone kids! Your, your, your little mind tricks won't work on me, trader."

"Akimichi-San - "

"Stop calling me that! It's Captain Akimichi. I worked hard for my title, respect it!"

"Of course. My apologies Captain," I mutter, slowly bowing my head in apology. "I assure you I am unwaveringly loyal to both our village and our squad, my Captain."

The nurse in the door throws his hands up, a nonverbal 'what the hell?' shooting from him. I shrug my shoulders and use my eyes to send back a 'I don't know, I'm just going with the flow I guess?'

"No. No, no, no. You are not one of mine. You're a trader. I trader I say!" I'm yelled at again, this time paired with the man charging at me. Before I have time to react I'm slammed to the floor, Akimichi-San on top of me trying to stab me with the butter knife. Thank the Lord my coworkers react unlike me, hands flying around his wrist to keep the knife away from me as they attempt to pull him off.

The pain rippling through my body is so overwhelming that it's almost numb like I'm stuck underwater as my patient tries to stab me to death. The noise of my coworkers yelling, of me being yelled at and called a trader is muffled like I can't exactly make the sound out unless I actively try to.

At least it's all numb until an elbow is stabbed into my rib cage, Akimichi-San trying to stay on top of me, threats of my bone snapping hovering just as much as he is. I swear, at the very least I better be sent home early because of this.

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The more stairs I climb, the harder I breathe. The harder I breathe, the more my side hurts. They said my ribs weren't broken, but I don't exactly believe them at the moment. The pain rippling across my body, aimed at my chest sure makes it feel like something is broken.

When I get to the top of the stairs - hunched over, panting for breath, and trying to will my body to stop hurting - the smell of cooking filters into the hallway. The single mother two doors down must be making her spicy curry again. It always makes the whole floor smell good.

I sigh as I dig through my pocket looking for my keys. The smell of cooking makes me dread the quick "just add heat" meal waiting for me. Shino has been busy prepping his students for graduation and I've been tied up at the Retirement Center pulling doubles and constant overtime. Our jobs haven't left us much time for each other recently, let alone the energy to cook or clean.

The thought of our recked apartment only fills me with more dread. Our home most definitely has not been attended to in way too long. Though, since I'm on medical leave for the next week I suppose I'll have time to cook and clean for us. The thought makes the doctor's note ordering me to rest and take my pain meds burn in my pocket. I'll have plenty of time to rest. Spending the day tomorrow cleaning won't do too much harm.

...Or not.

When the door to the apartment swings open, I'm not greeted with the recent commonly placed piles of Shino's grading sheets, the occasional disregarded clothing, the layer of dust that's been building, and the small piles of nick-nacks dumped from my scrub pockets. The yummy scent coating the apartments' hallway seems to be wafting out from our home as well.

"Welcome home, Cricket," Shino mutters, tugging my attention toward the kitchen.

"You're home early," I call back, setting my bags down before my focus shifts to changing into my house shoes.

"I could say the same to you," he counters, walking out of the kitchen, and quickly beating me to the floor. Shino sinks to a knee, propping my foot on his bent leg so he can undo my laces for me. "I did not expect you for another hour or two. It's quite the damper on my day."

"How's it a damper on your day?" I ask, my eyes trailing after his movements. Foot propped, work shoe off, house shoe on, kiss, foot down, repeat. My lover has a bad habit of saying things that come off as mean without explanation; this is one of those times. It's taken some time but I've figured out he rarely if ever means it in a mean way.

"The reason being that I wanted to clean the bathtub before you got home. Everywhere has been cleaned but I've been putting off the shower. I also wanted dinner to be finished before you returned home," he answers, leaning forward to press a string of kisses to my knee before he sets my foot down. "However it is not the end of the world, I can still clean the tub," he adds, climbing to his feet before dusting off his pants.

"You cleaned the whole house, Shi, I can clean the tub," I counter, already heading towards the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

He softly hums, a hand lounging forward to grab my waist. "No, I will clean the tub," Shino mumbles, pulling on me so my back collides with his chest. His head dips down, his nose sliding up and down my neck slowly.

My breath comes out rough, threatening to be a hiss because of his fingers digging into my side. "Okay," I mutter, my focus on not having a pain-filled break-down instead of fighting with him or the soft loving touch he's littering my skin with.

Shino glances at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes before he releases me, off to go clean the tub. He has the habit of feeling like he needs to do everything to show that he cares and I have the habit of fighting him on it, insisting that I'm capable of doing things for myself, the house, and us. After having him cling to my bruises, I hurt, and being hunched over the tub doesn't seem like the best idea to help with that pain.

After a moment - and a pile of calming breaths - I make my way into the kitchen, nosing around to see what he's cooking for dinner. Karaage. I swear if I didn't know any better I'd think Shino is trying to make me plumper.

"Cricket?" He calls the sound of his voice echoing through the house. "You should come sit with me."

"Coming," I call back, turning on my heels to head toward the bathroom.

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"Alright," Shino whispers into my ear, stopping my led steps. "Open," he adds, dropping his hands from their wrapped position around my eyes.

I know what it's going to be before I open my eyes. Shino's insistence that I stay out of the kitchen and almost locking me in our room were dead giveaways that he wanted to set something special up for our dinner tonight. Still, I can't help but feel giddy when I open my eyes.

Our table is covered in a spotless white cloth, a thin red cloth lining the middle of it. Perfectly plucked and sorted flowers fill a vase in the middle of the table, my favorite flowers on display with almost sparkly fresh water. The vase is caged in by lit candles on either side of it, the soft flames being the only light in the room, eliminating the perfectly set up platings. Our main course and its sides litter the table, Shino's hard work ready to be enjoyed.

"You're a doofus," I giggle, leaning back so I can be pressed up against him once again today. "A romantic doofus but still a doofus."

"I will be more of a doofus later on," he mutters, arms snaking around my waist to pull me closer.

My teeth clench, a softly hissed breath sliding out of my nose from Shino's usually comforting touch. "You're starting to make me believe I forgot our anniversary," I tease, shifting in his hold to hopefully get him to loosen it or at the very least take some pressure off my bruises.

"It's not our anniversary," he mutters, eyebrows forwarded a bit as his arms relax, sliding down to my hips. "I have been busy with preparations and you have been busy filling in for the nurses on maternity leave. I enjoy waking up next to you, I do not enjoy it being most of the time I get to spend with you."

"Careful Shino, your emotions are starting to show," I continue to mock, getting a disapproving sigh in response, and his nose buried in my neck again. "How are you going to be more of a doofus later?" I ask, pulling myself out of his grasp and heading toward my chair.

He moves forward, taking wide strides to beat me to the chair. Shino pulls my chair out, a hand propped out for me to take. I take his hand, letting him help me into my chair before I'm pushed in. "I have prepared us a nice bath to take after we have eaten."

The thought of my bruised side flickers through my mind. The last thing Shino needs at the moment is to worry about my health. He's already stressed enough about work and when I'm hurt, his stress is at an all-time high. "I appreciate the thought but I think I'm going to bathe alone tonight," I mutter, keeping my focus on filling my plate.

"What?" He asks, his tone soaked in surprise. "My little singing Cricket, I have not bathed alone for the majority of our relationship. How often do you randomly appear in the shower with me? Every time. Every day. Not today? Why not?" By the end of his ramble, Shino looks concerned, like he might burst into tears. The shadows of the room and the soft light of the candles don't help the upsetness coating his face.

I reach across the table, wrapping my fingers around his as I rub my thumb over his knuckles. "It's nothing you did, Shi. I just... want to bathe alone. That's all."

"But that is our time together. It is something we do together. Cricket?" He races out, his kikaichus starting to spill out and buzz around the more upset he gets. "I want to take a bath with you. Why don't you want to take a bath with me?"

"I want to, I do. I just... Shino it's not - "

He stands up, the noise of his kikaichus getting louder. "It is a big deal. That is our 'us' time. We shower together every day. Every day. I do not understand why we would not today. What do I need to do to fix it?"

I slowly blink, watching Shino hurry around the table. His hands land on me, starting to paw at me and toy with my clothes as he kneels on the ground. His eyes are swimming with concern, eyebrows forward still, and his chest pumping with quicker breaths. I didn't realize he was so attached to our daily shower. Though, he is a man of routine so I guess it's not that surprising.

"Shino," I try cooing, my side getting irritated from the constant pressure being added and taken away from it. "I think you need to calm down a bit."

"How am I supposed to calm down when you won't tell me what I need to fix?"

"Shi," I try again, cupping his cheeks, softly stroking him as I lean closer to his face. "Calm down. I'm not leaving you, I'm not angry with you, you didn't do anything wrong," I mutter, brushing a butterfly kiss against his nose, hoping it'll help him calm down. It doesn't.

"Alright, so I need to fix an outside source. I still can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong," he mutters, nuzzling his nose against mine back. Shino has closed his eyes, his face has gone soft from my gentle redirection that I wasn't convinced would work.

Looking at the outside layer of my boyfriend, you'd never guess how clingy and insecure the poor man is. I guess that comes with feeling and being treated like an outsider from your generation of Shinobis. I don't understand how my soft Shino could be so over-looked by his coworkers.

"I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about." Maybe it would be less stress on him if I just told him I was hurt... but then he'd stress about me getting hurt again and about my healing process. Why does Shino have to be such a worry-wart? "I'm just a little achy is all."

"From work?" He asks, clinging to my waist again, causing new sparks of pain to bloom.

"Yes," I mutter, tugging his hand down.

His eyes snap open, curiosity and worry flickering through them again. "Was there another incident?" Shino pushes, starting to slide the edge of my shirt up. I'm sure the anxious little cicada has his mind running in a million different directions.

"It's not a big deal," I try to downplay, tugging my shirt back into place. "Would you stop worrying so much? The more you worry the more I stress out about how stressed you are."

"I don't mean to make you stressed," Shino mumbles, eyes locked on me as his hand fights with mine, continuing to try and peel my shirt up. "I just want to fix what is wrong in any way I can. Let me fix it. Please?"

"Fine," I sigh, giving in and letting him raise my shirt. "No freaking out."

"I won't freak out." Shino's face fills with contentment, contentment that quickly washes away once he gets a look over my rib cage. His eyes flicker from my dark bruises to my face, his expression a mix of concern and anger. Well, as close to anger as he can muster. "You are... you are bruised."

"I am bruised," I echo, trying not to jerk away when he runs his fingertips over the marked-up skin. His eyes dance over my skin as well, getting more upset the longer he looks at the bruises.

His mouth snaps open and closed a few times as he repeatedly blinks, struggling to form a sentence. "Cricket," Shino starts, his voice slowly rising with the nickname.

"You said you wouldn't freak out."

"I'm not freaking out," he mutters, letting my shirt fall back into place. "We will have a nice supper and a relaxing bath," he continues, muttering more to himself than me as he walks back to settle into his chair. Maybe I shouldn't have given in and told him.

I carefully watch Shino's body language, waiting for his calm composure to break as he fills his plate. "My students would like to know if you'll be attending their graduation." Maybe it will be okay. Maybe Shino won't have a meltdown over this, maybe he won't stress about it.

"Of course, I will. I've already been approved for the time off."

He falls silent, slowly blinking as he stares at me, our food forgotten. "I can't let it go."

"I figured."

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Shino's hands move slowly, using a towel to gently pat my bruises to dry them off with minimal pain being caused. His panic has gone down a bit since dinner, but he's still as attentive as the dotting boyfriend he is. "Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?" He asks, his touches stalling for a moment.

"You're not hurting me," I hum, sliding my hand through his hair, being careful not to pull on any of the knots. Unlike the rest of him, Shino's hair is dry since it wasn't his hair-wash day. Despite not washing it, his hair is still knotted and needs to be picked through, though I doubt he'll let me do it for him at the moment. I don't he'll let me do anything for the next week.

"Alright," he mutters, dabbing at me a few more times before he tosses the towel into the hamper. "Let's go lay you down now."

"I'm not dying, Shi."

"I know," he snips at me, ushering me into our bedroom. "You need to rest and your bruises need to be taken care of."

I let out a sigh, taking slow footsteps so I don't get 'yelled' at again for 'over-exerting' myself. Shino's hands wander over me, being careful to avoid my wounds. "Alright, lay down on your side. You're not hurt side, the reason being it is good to elevate bruises above heart level."

"I know, Shi," I giggle, rolling my eyes at him as I crawl into the bed, lying how I was told to. I swear, sometimes he forgets I'm a nurse.

"I will be right back," he tells me, peppering my cheek with kisses before vanishing. It's not long until Shino is back, smothering my face in small kisses again as he sets his supplies down. "Alright, I am going to coat you in some peppermint oiled lotion the reason being that it'll help you heal faster and help with the color. Then we'll start your cold compress," he mumbles, once again talking more to himself than me. "The reason - "

"- being that it'll help the swelling?" I cut him off, chuckling at him again. "I know, Shino."

He falls quiet, blinking at me a few times before he shifts into motion. "I know," he finally whispers, squirting some lotion on my side. Shivers spill down my back from the cold liquid. The soft clinking of glass follows, Shino adding a few drops of peppermint oil before his hands connect with me. His kikaichus start spilling out too, pitter-pattering between the two of us and crawling over the bed sheets.

"You are beautiful. You are outstanding. You are inspiring. You are brilliant." Compliments spill from Shino as easily as his breaths. His hands are nimble and warm as he carefully rubs the lotion into my skin, being sure not to press too hard as he soothes my bruises. The feeling is lulling and comforting, the same as his smooth voice. "You are my everything," he adds, his lips falling down my side, careful to avoid the tinted lotion being massaged with his hands.

"You're amazing too, Shi," I murmur, starting to fall asleep from his pampering. "Thank you. For everything."

"Of course, Cricket," he answers, a hand falling away as the other one crawls down my back, massaging a different area. His lips trail over my arm, twirling up it before connecting with my neck. More kikaichus spill out, tumbling over their master's fingers to explore. They quickly spread their wings, the smell of the oil scaring them off, pushing them to go adventure somewhere else in the room.

Soon, a cloth-wrapped ice pack is laid on my side, just a hint of pressure added to it. "I will be calling out of work tomorrow," he mutters, softly sucking on my skin. Shino is a health nut, obviously, so he doesn't suck longer than a few seconds before finding a different patch of my neck to focus on.

"I don't need you to call out of work. I'll be fine on my own."

"I will not be going to work tomorrow. I will be here with you all day," he grumbles, his nose bumping against my jawline. My throat quickly abounded for my jaw, kisses and soft suctions continuing.

"Why is that?"

"The reason being that I miss you," he whispers, slowly making his way up to my lips. "And I wish to continue pampering you. My pretty, uninformative, stubborn, bruised Cricket." A rare chuckle comes from Shino, soft and almost silent, but still there.

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13as07 · 9 days

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Object #9

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to リカ*Skeb受付一時停止]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,519

(This one is short compared to the rest. Idk what happened)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters Include: Itachi, Kakuzu, Pain/Nagato

Name Calling: Kitten, Kitty, Penny, Bitch, Whore

Oral (Female Receiving)

Fingering (Female and Male Receiving)

Overstimulation

Choking/Hair Pulling

Death Threat

Creampie

Cock-warming

Titty Fondling

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My sentence is cut off by the flapping of inked wings, long talons settling on the page of my book, a beak pressed into my cheek, and a dark glowing eye looking into my soul. "Hello there," I mutter, pulling away from the bird. "Is your master nearby?" I ask the pointless question; of course, Itachi is nearby. If he wasn't, his crow wouldn't be perched on me.

The bird lets out a soft caw, half-stepping to press itself against my cheek again. "You're a weird thing aren't you?" I coo back, sliding a finger over its head, being gentle not to tug on its feathers. The bird shifts, making my finger run down its back.

"Shoo," Itachi's monotoned voice suddenly butts in, his hands fluttering around. The crow caws back at its master but does start flapping its wings. "Sorry, he's a little...." Itachi blinks slowly, the both of us watching his bird vanish from the room.

"A little what?"

"A little bit of a horny bastard," Itachi grumbles, turning his attention toward me.

"What?" I ask, more than a little bit confused. How does the bird wanting me to rub his back translate to him being a horny bastard?

"Birds get aroused when they're pet anywhere but their heads and beaks. He's notorious for fooling people into... enough about my bird," Tach grumbles again, reaching down to delicately wrap my wrist with his fingers. "You should join me on a walk," he adds, using his hold to lead me to my feet.

"Any destination in mind?" I ask, falling into step next to him.

"My bedroom," he mumbles, impatiently tugging me forward. "I am finished with my mission for the day and wish to destress."

"Alright," I hum, curling into the masochist's side. I'm ushered into his room and quickly settled on his bed as Itachi sinks to his knees. "What are you doing?" I ask, toying with his headband before pulling it off.

"I told you I want to destress," he mutters, his long thin fingers sliding over my thighs, gently pushing my skirt up my legs. "Now, lay back so I can relax," Itachi murmurs, his hands snack up to my waist, slowly pushing me onto my back.

My back collides with the mattress for what feels like the hundredth time today. He slides upward as his hands slide down, rubbing my thighs as his nose nuzzles my legs apart. Feathery kisses are layered across my skin, making my pussy tremble before I'm even touched. Soon, his tongue slides out layering the kisses that previously decorated me. "You're teasing," I breathe out, my hands searching for the elastic holding half of his hair in place.

"I am not. I am relaxing," Itachi mutters, sliding further up. His hands land on my hip bones, starting to massage them as his tongue trails over my pussy lips, making me tingle even more. "Don't you want to help me relax, Kitten?"

"Of course I do, Tachi," I murmur, my hips jerking forward.

He softly chuckles, pushing my hips back down on the mattress. "So eager for my tongue, aren't you? A pretty kitty that wants me to make her pussy purr," Itachi teases, finally giving me what I want. His tongue slithers out, instantly finding my clit, rubbing flat, slow circles against it.

Steadily the circles gain speed, the pressure of his tongue increasing too. It doesn't take long until a hand falls away from my hip, a single finger poking at my hole. Why is Itachi always such a tease? Because he likes my whines and my squirming. Because he likes shoving my hips against the bed to keep me still.

Itachi's movements stay slow, inching his finger into me before curling it against my walls. Courtesy of the shiny glow of his activated sharingans, it doesn't take the boy long to find my g-spot. A satisfied hum comes from him when my body jerks in response to his finger brushing it. "It is always so relaxing to see you quiver under me."

"Of course it is," I hiss, my thighs squeezing his cheeks, making them chub out as he stares up at me. "You're a... a behavior expert dumb... dumbie. Stupid sharingan user."

He slides another finger into me, aiding my building orgasm. "Oh kitten, don't be mad at me. Especially when I pull reactions out of you doing something nice. I could get reactions out of you a lot worse ways," Itachi mutters, before switching his action on my clit. His lips wrap around it, softly sucking as he slides a third finger into my pussy, stretching me out even more and adding more pressure to the leg-shaking spot.

"Itachi," I whine, squeezing tighter in hopes it'll stop the uncontrollable movements of my muscles.

"Kitten," he hums before sucking on me again, his tongue sliding out to swirl over my clit as he sucks on it.

"Dear Lord," I wail, my back arching in response to the sparks slithering through my body and the cum spilling out from my orgasm.

"Ah," Itachi hums again, quite content with himself. He pulls back a bit, less pressed up against me but his tongue still swirling through me, licking up the mess he caused. "My favorite way to relax."

"Hey, hey, hey," I whine, trying to push his head away. "I'm sensitive. Knock it off."

"Just one more," Itachi murmurs, pushing my hand away before focusing on my cunt again. His lashing at my clit makes me shift more than before. My hips thrust like crazy, thighs slamming against his head, and pussy clenching around his tongue he slithered into me. "So antsy, Kitten. Calm yourself," he says, a soft smile on his face as he pins my hips down again.

"Easy for you to say," I huff, squeezing his head again when his nose bumps against my clit. "Damnit," I moan, arching again when Itachi's tongue finds the lovely little spot he likes to abuse. He does just that, adding pressure to and sliding over it, his nose routinely rubbing against my clit as he bobs his head. "Fuck you, Itachi," I wail, my orgasm making me arch enough that my shoulder blades pick up off the bed.

"So delightful," he hums, pulling away long enough to suck in a breath. Itachi dives right back in, tongue swirling around to clean me off again.

"Okay, okay. That's enough," I whine, attempting to push his head away again. This time his head does pick up, coated in my juices enough that it's dripping down his face, trailing across his neck. "Do... do you want head now?" I ask, relaxing on the bed for a breath.

"No, I'm fine here," he mutters, head dropping again.

"What the hell, Itachi," I yelp, my legs locking around him and my hips bucking as his tongue eagerly slides against my clit again.

His head snaps up, and a soft glare shoots at me as he shoves me back into position. "I told you to calm yourself. If you can't find a way to stay in place, I'll find a way to keep you in place." My head lulls against the bed, my fingers clinging to the roots of his hair. I need to find Itachi a better way to decompress.

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The cold demeanor of Kakuzu enters Nagato's office before he does, sending shivers down my spine. I was so happy that he had a mission today and was hoping Pain would swoop me into his self-centered constant need for attention before Zu had the chance to catch me in his grasp. Sadly, that isn't happening.

"Penny," he calls, turning the cold trickle of fearful anticipation into sharp icicles whittling at my spinal cord. "I have had a very bad day." And I'm about to have a very bad evening. "Come here."

"Yes sir," I whisper, standing up from the fluffy office chair I was seated in, reading my book and eagerly waiting for Nagato's return. At least I know he's back and that I'll get to see him after Kakuzu gets his needs fulfilled.

I slowly sulk over to the assassin, his hand instantly wrapping around my throat once I'm within reach. "Sit on your knees and don't act like a whiney bitch for once," he husks out, cutting off my air the whole time he speaks. Instantly I start sinking to my knees, figuring it would be better - and faster - to give in to his wants.

Kakuzu's fingers melt away from my neck as I settle on the ground, breath once again sliding into my lungs. In no time his dick is being pressed against my lips and his hand is buried in my hair, shoving me forward. The tip of his penis pushes past my lips, not stopping until my nose is pressed against his stomach.

Gags choke out from around him, Zu's pace instantly fast and the head of his dick instantly slamming against the back of my throat. His fingers tighten on my hair, keeping me in place as he uses my mouth to fuck himself. I can't help the choking and heaving sounds that spill out with every thrust he forces.

"Can't you shut up?" He grumbles, thrusting harder as if that'll help. "Your choking is getting annoying." I don't bother trying to stop the sounds. It's not like I could if I wanted to. "Penny," Kakuzu husks out again, his anger quickly bubbling the longer I struggle. "If you get sick on my dick, I'll make you lick it up before I slit your throat."

I try to babble out an apology, not like he'll take it or that it sounds like one. The older man continues to grumble, his annoyance building the longer he face-fucks me. "This is pointless. You're not pleasing," Zu groans, pulling himself out of my mouth. That is not how I saw this ending.

He shifts his fingers in my hair, getting a better grasp on it before using it to pull me to my feet. "Turn around," Kakuzu orders, even though he's actively turning me himself.

"You can't, Zu. Pain said so," I rush out, reminding him of the Iron-Fist Ruler's orders just a little while again. My throat burns as I speak, the rawness of it finally shining through from my day of use.

"And I care because?" He asks, shoving me forward so I'm leaning over the chair I was just sitting in. "If you could perform properly we wouldn't be in this situation," Kakuzu adds, sliding himself inside me. He leans forward, crushing me under his body weight as his hand slithers its way around my neck again. "You make a single peep and I'll snap your neck, am I understood?"

I quickly shake my head, already having to bite on my tongue as he slowly pulls back out before slamming back into me. "Dumb bitch," he complains, pace back to being fast and rough. Zu's hand tightens with every thrust until my oxygen is cut off again, making my hands jump up to tug on his hand. "A needy bitch too," he continues to groan, loosening his grasp a bit. "At least you're free, I suppose."

I suck in a string of breaths, trying to chase away the fog that started fogging my mind. "Slow... slow down," I murmur, his dick quickly reigniting the pain caused by Hidan not so long again. "It... It hurts, Zu."

He chuckles, moving his hips even faster. "Again, why would I care? I don't care how you feel as long as your cunt keeps squeezing me."

My teeth click together, trying to shove down the whine clawing up my throat. It doesn't take long until he's bottomed out, stuffing my pussy full of his cum. "Damnit," he grumbles, tightening his hold on my neck again to take away my ability to breathe. "Why do you have to be such a tempting little whore? Now I'm going to get my ass beat because you can't keep your legs closed."

"It's... it's not my... fault," I wheeze, trying to tug his fingers off of me again.

"Of course it is," he starts, losing his hands from me just to place them on my shoulders and shove me back on my knees. "Turn around." Slowly, I do as I'm told, turning around to face Kakuzu. "While we wait for my cum to drain out of you, you can clean the mess you made," he tells me, hand back in its spot in my hair, tugging me toward his dick again. "Get to licking, Penny."

My pussy tingles and aches as I lean forward, sliding my tongue out. As obedient as ever, I continue to listen, licking at Kakuzu's twitching cock. His cum does slowly leak out of me, leaving my cunt pulsing from the feeling and making the room echo with the sound of the liquid dripping onto the floor.

My focus stays on cleaning Zu off, my tongue trailing over every inch of him, lapping up the mix of my juices and his cum that stains his tips. "I'm all done," I mutter, sitting back as I stare down at his feet.

"No, you're not," he chuckles, shoving me backward before pressing my nose to the ground, directly in the puddle of his seamen covering the floor. "Go on, continue cleaning," Kakuzu orders, rubbing my nose in the mess. "I don't have all day."

I let out a soft whimper before glaring up at him. I lick at the floor, cleaning up Kakuzu's disobedience like a dog. He cackles the whole time, finding a lot of amusement in the moment. Maybe after this, I'll take a nap. I swear Nagato has a sixth sense for when I'm sleeping; always whining that I shouldn't be napping without him.

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As I push open the door to Nagato's room, thoughts of taking a shower instead of napping circle my head. Everyone's needs have been filled so I should be done for the day... as long as Deidara's and Itachi's gears don't start turning again. Kakuzu and Hidan might be the most brutal but the younger boys' never-ending stamina takes a bigger toll on me too.

"There you are," Pain's voice greets me, the already pissy murderer crew leader sat at his makeshift vanity, papers, and scrolls spread out on the counter. "I have had an unpleasant day today."

"I assumed," I mutter, my body noticeably relaxing at his soft tone.

"Why is that?" He asks back, matching the volume of my voice.

"You had business to handle with Kakuzu and he was... not very happy," I answer, making my way over to Nagato. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, slouching my weight against him and the chair he's sitting in. I bury my head in his neck, ignoring my body's protest to the poles stabbing into me from my position. "We should take a nap."

"I have work to do," Pain answers, leaning back so I'm pressed against him more. "But I suppose a small break would clear my head. Besides, I need to inspect you."

"Inspect me?" I mumble, finally letting my exhaustion take over.

"Yes, inspect you," he repeats, standing up before wrapping me in his arms. "How else am I supposed to be sure everyone followed my orders?" Well, he has a fair point I guess.

Nagato sets me on the bed, keeping his arms around me as he shoves my legs upward. His head buried under my skirt, causing my face to heat up. I don't know why it's embarrassing to have him looking at me like this. I mean he's my lover, he's done a hell of a lot of things to me, it shouldn't be embarrassing to have him look at my pussy.

His hands slide down, arms still keeping my ankles on his shoulders and my legs spread. "It is red," he mutters, fingertips gently spreading me open as his thumb starts to toy with my clit.

"Of course, it's red!" I yelp, softly bonking his head with a closed hand. "Don't say embarrassing things like that."

Pain's head shifts up, my skirt slowly falling off his face as he glares at me. "I know what your vagina is supposed to look like. I spend a lot of time buried in it. It looks..." his head ducks down again, back to hiding under my skirt. "Irritated. What have you done today?" The question is followed by his fingers spreading me open wider.

"Who have you done today?" He asks, fingertips dipping into me, scooping at me before he reappears in my sight. Nagato's focus flips between his fingers coated in the leftover sticky mess Kakuzu left and my face. "It certainly was not me."

"Um..." I mutter, trying to close my legs, failing because of our position. "Kakuzu got a little... forceful."

Pain hums to himself, wiping his fingers on my clothing. "That explains the mess but does not explain why you're so inflamed though. What happened while I was away to cause your discomfort?" He asks, disappearing again. His tongue slithers over me, slow and gentle, his head barely moving to take away the possibility of his piercings snagging on me.

"Well... um... the, the, the crew got real creative," I stutter trying not to squirm from arousal or discomfort.

"What might that mean, Princess?" He leads my answer, the tip of his tongue pushing into me, continuing to trail soft circles.

"Sasori fucked me with a puppet," I breathe out, my back already starting to arch. Screw Itachi and his damn tongue and his stupid sharingans that give away my every twitch. Screw Kakuzu and his inability to follow orders. Screw Nagato for not giving me a break between them let alone my nap.

"Interesting. Anything else?" He pushes, the vibrations of his voice only making me tremble more.

"Hidan fucked me with his knife," I mutter quickly, my hands shooting down to attempt at pushing his head away.

Nagato groans, giving into my want and pulling away from me. "Why should I share my toy if it's always returned to me broken?"

"I'm not broken," I wail, using my legs still prompted on his shoulders to pull him on top of me.

Again, he gives in, resting his head on my stomach and tightening his arms around my legs. "No, you're not broken. Just hurting, which is still a shame. I suppose I could go back to my work."

"No," I whine, tightening my limbs around him. "I want to take a nap."

"And I wish to have sexual relations but I don't get to do that," he grumbles, lifting his head to shoot me a glare. "It is such a waste. My break from my work, the vacation you had, the money and time I spent on the vacation. Wasteful," Nagato lectures, his hands wandering over me as he speaks, gripping different parts of me.

"However," he slowly starts up again, arms wrapping around my back before he lifts me off the bed. "There is a way we could both get what we wish for."

"Ya?" I mumble, locking my legs around his hips.

"Yes. You can nap while I work. All you have to do is be a nice warmer for me," he shortly explains, settling into his desk chair again. "After all, you're stretched and wet. Why would I waste more of my efforts."

Pain rests me on his lap long enough to pull his dick out before I'm tugged forward. He inches himself in, my pussy stinging a bit. "Hush, hush, hush," he coos, a hand sliding under my shirt to grip my titty. "Give it a moment and you will be fine."

"I know," I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder and letting my arms hang limp in his lap. "So I get to just nap and you'll work?"

He lets out a hum, squeezing my breast as his free hand goes back to flipping through the papers he's looking at. "When I am done we will have bathtub sexual relations. It should help with your inflammation. Tomorrow we shall go into town to make sure none of your bodily functions were harmed today."

I softly nod my head, tingles rattling my spine when Nagato starts sliding his thumb back and forth over my nipple. "Is that your only plan for tomorrow?"

"No," he answers, the word coming out chipped. "I plan to tie Sasori up like the puppet he is, use Hidan as a personal knife block, and as for Kakuzu... perhaps I'll tie him to a chair and burn a stack of his money in front of him."

I let out a little giggle, clinging to the material of his Akatsuki cloak. I slowly lift my hips, bouncing on him a few times before I'm rested on his lap again. "Settle yourself, Princess. Take your nap and let me work."

I nuzzle my head further into his neck, letting out a sigh. "I like you, Nagato."

"I wish you'd stop saying that."

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Object #8

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 4,727

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

It got worse? Or maybe better? Idfk

Characters Include: Deidara, Hidan, Kisame

Name Calling: Explosion, Firecracker, Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Bitch, Idiot, Guppy, Baby

Knife/Blood Play

Human Carving

Oral (male and female receiving)

Improper use of blood

Boob-Job/Titty Fondling (I think that's what it's called. Correct me if I'm wrong)

Toxic Religious Practices

Face-Fucking/Humping

Improper use of a knife (yes, like that; I need serious help)

Biting/Bite Marks

Praising

Pussy Shot

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"My little explosion!" Deidara yells, getting a grumble from Tobi who's stretched out in my lap, enjoying the tummy rubs I've been giving him. "Marco?" The bomber calls from the hallway, making me softly giggle.

"Polo."

There's silence and then the pattering of feet along the hallway. Tobi continues to grumble, turning over to wrap his arms around me. "You should just stay here, okie dokie?"

"You have to share," I hum, sliding my fingers over his shirt again, focused on drawing out the symbols of the alphabet. He whines, arms tightening around me like that'll stop Deidara from ripping me out of his grasp. "You're fine, Tobs. We can hang out after I'm done with Deidara."

The boy whines again but does roll off of me, settling by my side on his bed. "He's so boring. I'm much more fun. Stay here."

"In your dreams," Deidara says, pushing the bedroom door open. A smile breaks out on his face when his eyes land on me, his metaphorical tail wagging. "There you are."

"Here I am."

The youngest member works his way into the room, his arms sliding under mine to lift me off the bed. "And now you're not here," he says, carrying me out of the room. Once we're across the threshold, I'm placed on my feet again, Deidara's fingers laced through mine to lead me forward. "We're going to go have sex."

"I figured," I mutter, teasingly rolling my eyes at him. "Though you do know - "

"Just oral, I know," he cuts me off, glancing at me before tugging me down the hallway again. "Getting head is nice," he mumbles, pushing his door open before I'm pulled after him. "And giving you head is great too," Deidara adds, almost buzzing as he pulls me toward the bed. I chuckle at the eager boy, tugging my hand out of his hold. "You should give me head. Right now," he pushes, gripping at my hand again.

"I can do that," I answer, letting him cling to my fingers. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Yes," He pushes out quickly, falling to the edge of the bed. I can't tell if he's bouncing from excitement or almost body-slamming down. "Open your mouth, Firecracker," Deidara buzzes, his hands shoved down his pants to pull his dick out.

I giggle at the ball of energy, sinking to my knees and letting my mouth hang open. My elbows rest on his knees, looking up at him as I wait for my next order. "Oh! Hold on!" He chirps, picking my elbows off of him before he leaves me alone by the bed.

My eyes trail after Deidara, watching him shift through his drawers, pulling out one of his clay knives before settling back in his spot. "Come here, Firecracker," he mutters, positioning my elbows on his knees again. "I'm going to carve my owl into you this time," he continues, most of his focus on slowly sliding my dick into my mouth.

I hum in response, puffing out my cheeks so I can take him easier. "Make sure you focus, my beautiful muse. Just because I enjoy your blood doesn't mean I enjoy mine," he teases, his fingertip trailing over my upper arm.

Again I hum, slowly bobbing my head and doing my best not to move my arm around. As I start sucking, the tip of Deidara's knife starts trailing over my arm, quickly dipping further into my skin. On reflex my teeth try to clench, making it that much harder not to nip the dick down my throat.

I bob my head faster, swirling my tongue around Deidara's cock. The sooner I can get him to finish, the sooner I can slide him out of my throat and stop worrying about nicking him. I know it won't be long until he finishes, the baby of the crew lacking the self-control to last after being untouched for so long.

His eyebrows press together, the scope on his eye shifting to focus on my newest carving better. Though, he's probably focusing on not finishing so quickly if the mutters and noises attempting to hide under his breath are a hint to the thoughts behind his eye.

It doesn't work. The inexperienced bomber explodes down my throat, a small whine tumbling from him when he does. "That's not fair," he whines, disregarding his current artwork for a second, his hands cupping my elbows as he complains.

I pull myself off him, sending a smile his way. "How isn't it fair? You are the one that finished, not me."

"I know," he grumbles, using his hold on me to tug me to my feet. "My turn," Deidara cheers, his attitude doing a one-eighty once I'm off my knees.

I roll my eyes at the eager boy, crawling on his bed before situating myself on my back. "Always so eager to please, aren't you?" I tease, my hands instantly toying with his hair as the arsonist slides between my legs.

"Of course. I have to make sure my muse is taken care of," he says, Deidara's tone surprising me that there's not a 'duh' at the end of his sentence. "Relax, Firecracker. All you have to do is look stunning."

Again, I roll my eyes at his eagerness, toying with the end of his ponytail. The boy wastes no time, burying his head under my skirt and greedily sucking on the skin of my inner thighs. The forced bruises to my skin take away some stinging pain from my arm, but not all of it.

Deidara hums to himself as he works, the sound getting muffled when his tongue starts to dance through my folds. "You're always so taste, my Pretty Explosion," he mumbles, layering my clit with short quick flicks of his tongue.

"Thank you," I mutter, twirling his hair in hopes it'll help me not pull on it. "You always do such a good job."

The praise only boosts his eagerness more, his arms hooking under my legs, dragging me forward to help himself bury further into me. An arm squirms out from around my knees, clumsily finding its way between us. "Deidara," I husk out, the tongue on his hand sliding out to start poking at my hole.

"Firecracker?" He murmurs, his face shifting out to look at me as he starts sucking in my clit. His tongue slides in, sliding against my walls in time with the tongue circling my clit sucked into his mouth. I change my mind, Deidara's unnatural number of tongues is why he's my favorite.

He takes his time, slowly prodding at my hole, softly sucking my clit while sliding teasing circles again it. The little pleasure top goes nice and slow, as if to punish me for being away too long, not that I mind. "Dara?" I breathe out, my orgasm following suit and slowly building up.

He hums again, eyes still wandering over me to drink in my reaction. "Am I doing good?" He asks before falling back into place, the small break helping to push my finish forward.

"Ya, yes. You always do such a good job. You're doing so good baby," I coo, twirling his ponytail before letting it tumble back into place. My cute little blonde.

My thighs smoother his thin face, his eye lightening up as he releases what's about to happen. "Fuck," I hiss, Deidara's pace picking up, the boy as ecstatic as ever to push me over the edge and lap up the mess. "Slow... slow down a - " I cut myself off, a moan spilling out as I gush onto his tongues.

"Yes," he mutters under his breath, dragging out the word he tried - and failed - to hide from me. Deidara's tongues go back to lightly dancing over me, trying to be gentle as they clean up my spill. "Stop squirming," he giggles, using his free hand to pin my hips to my bed.

"Stop licking at me and I won't be squirming," I huff, squeezing his cheeks between my thighs again.

He laughs again, his tongues leaving me as he pulls away. The material of my skirt is gently pulled back into place as Deidara decorates my knees in kisses. "Firecracker?" I let out a hum, eyes half-lidded as I watch him toy with his knife. "Now that you've finished, can I get head again?"

I let out an airy chuckle as I sit up straight, cupping his cheeks to gently shake his head back and forth. "I just gave you head. How are you already hard again?"

"It's your fault," he whines, crawling onto the bed next to me. "You make the prettiest sounds and the most beautiful face when you're enjoying my tongues," Deidara praises, his hands tugging at my legs, the teeth and tongues on his hands working at marking more of my skin. "Please?" He continues to whine, situating me between his knees, my arm back in place on his thigh so he can finish his carving.

"I suppose I can do that for you," I mumble in a fake annoyed tone, my tongue already sliding over the tip of his penis.

"Good," he breathes out, patting around the bed for his knife. A moment or two later, the sharp edge of the knife is badly digging into my skin, counting to carefully carve Deidara's owl sculpture into me.

Just like last time, my main focus is on not accidentally snapping my jaw shut from the pain spilling from my upper arm. Despite his yearning to be sucked off again, I can tell he's not going to last as long this time; not that he lasted very long last time.

"Slow down," he mumbles, his curving getting slower and eye blinking a mile a minute. Instead of being nice, I mimicked Deidara and pick up the pace. "Hey," he whimpers, dropping the knife back on the bed before his fingertips toy with the edges of the cut. "I said slow down."

"That's no fun," I shoot back before dropping back down his dick, the tip poking the back of my throat before sliding down nicely.

Another pitched whimper spills from him, marking the start of his orgasm seconds before he spills down my throat again. Deidara leans forward, his mouth cupping my new cuts and his tongue sliding over the valleys of it, slurping up my blood to hide away his noises. New pains spark from his curious tongue, a mix of the pain and having his dick so far down my throat prickling the corners of my eyes with tears.

When Deidara pulls away, fingertips wrapping up my hair to pull me off of him, a big toothy grin is on his face. His lips are stained with my blood, a stain that he transfers to my face when he litters me in kisses. "You should blow me again."

"Dead Lord, Dara," I chuckle, moving to situate myself on his lap, making sure the material of my skirt is between us. The last thing I need is to accidentally tease the hormonal boy under me and make his hormones spark even more. "Your dick is a little limb at the moment. How about we cuddle for a few minutes? It'll give both of us a nice break."

"Or I could eat you out again," he chirps, flipping us over. I lay out on the bed, letting him crush me under his weight. At this rate, I don't think I'll be able to go back to hanging out with Tobi. "Ready my perfect exploration?" Deidara asks, already tucking his head under my skirt.

Next time Pain takes me on an extended break, maybe I should bring Deidara with me cause Dead Lord does this boy have a sex drive. "Sure baby," I hum, situating my knees over his shoulders, preparing to be overstimulated for the rest of the time I'm with him.

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The clock next to Nagato's bed rings, tipping me off to Hidan's soon-to-be arrival. The toxic follower of Jashin prays twice a day: Noon and six pm. Like clock-work, as I'm leaning over to turn off the alarm, the bedroom door slams open. "Angel!" I swear, what's with people and slamming doors open? Knock, or at the very least open the door like a civilized person. Thought I guess no one here is civilized.

"Hello Hidan," I mumble, leaving my book on the bedside table before I crawl out of my spot.

Before I'm even fully situated on my feet, I'm wrapped up in his limbs and carried out of the room. What's the point of having working legs if everyone is going to carry me everywhere? "I've been thinking," he starts - which is never a good thing, "about how I can't fuck you." I let out a hum, nodding my head along-side his babbling. "Though I guess it doesn't matter since the boss said I can still use your mouth."

Sometimes I wonder if Hidan was born a natural blonde. Especially in moments like this when he says the most pointless shit just to hear himself talk. "But I think I want to use your boobs." Maybe his ramble isn't as pointless as I thought.

"I don't think my boobs are big enough for that," I mutter, being set on my feet long enough for Hidan to open the door to his Jashin Shrine - I mean, his room.

"What you have will do. Besides whatever isn't wrapped in your breasts can be wrapped up by your mouth," he cackles, dragging me into the chilled darkness of the... well, sadist-worshipping space.

Like always, I'm tugged into the center of the paint on the floor, pushed to my knees, and told "Stay. Undress."

He leaves me to my devices, busying himself with collecting the circle's candles and scurrying off to find something to nick me with. As the obsessive worshipper runs around, I obey his orders, peeling my clothes off, and tossing them out of the sacrificial circle before I settle on the floor again.

Unlike last time, I wised up a bit from Hidan's jealousy and had Deidara wrap his curving this time. He bitched and whined a lot but did give in and wrapped my arm in bandages after I promised to unwrap it after both of my 'worshipping' times.

"What the hell happened to you?" Hidan asks, appearing in front of me before shoving his fingertips into my wound, causing fresh blood to soak into the bandages.

My eyes flicker around, trying to think of a reason. "Sasori got knife happy," I mutter, getting a shrug from Hidan as he settles on the ground.

"That makes two of us," he tells me, gripping my wrist and tugging it toward himself. Unlike Deidara, Hidan digs the knife right into my wrist, mercilessly ripping my skin open and letting a river of blood spill out. He stabs himself with the knife, using his thigh as a knife holder. "Your titties are hot," he mutters, picking up and squeezing my newest cut, letting my blood soak into the whittles of the candle.

"Fucking hot," Hidan repeats once the candles are coated, squeezing one of my breasts before leaving me to set up and light the candles. It doesn't take long for him to return, this time standing over me instead of sitting across from me. "Come here," he grumbles, snatching my wrist with one hand as the other one dips into his pants to pull out his cock.

Again, my new wound is squeezed, the warmth of my blood trickling out and numbing just a bit of my pain. Hidan shifts my wrist, hovering it over his dick so my blood coats it. "Press those fucking titties around my cock," he orders, dropping my wrist.

I situate myself on my knees better, sliding his dick into the valley between my boobs before doing what I'm told. The stickiness of my blood coats my boobs as I move, using my titties to jerk Hidan off. My mouth falls open too, letting my spot spill out and coat the sadist as a better form of lube.

"My Lord Jashin," he starts, hands buried into my hair and shoving my face down. His dick slips past my lips, Hidan's bullshit prayers spilling out as he jerks my head up and down. His cock bullies itself, the tip shoved into my mouth and the shaft sliding between my breasts. Muffled gags spill from me, his fast pace threatening to make me sick

It doesn't take long for me to start hurting, my ribs aching from pressing my boobs together, my throat starting to go raw from being fucked so rough, and my stomach hurting from suppressing my sick feeling. Luckily, Hidan shoved his penis down my throat, his cum spilling out. "Thank you Jashin. Please grace us with further immortality, health, and prosperity." Fucking weirdo.

I focus on my breathing and continue to not get sick as he stays buried down my throat, head dipped back as he pants and continues to praise Jashin. "Your turn!" He cheers, tugging himself out of my mouth, using my hair to tug me on all fours.

"My turn?" I ask, more to the ground than to Hidan, courtesy of him still clinging to strands of my hair.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you while you thank Jashin and ask for the blessings you want to receive from him, like a good sacrifice."

"You can't fuck me, Pain said so," I remind him, trying to loosen his grip on me.

"Maybe I'll fuck you anyway."

"Put your dick anywhere near my vagina and I'll scream," I dare him, still tugging on his wrist.

"Pain isn't home," Hidan points out, his fingertips ghosting through my pussy. "He won't be able to hear you from where the hell he's at."

"No, but Konan is and everyone knows she rides Pain's dick harder than you ride Jashin's."

Hidan drops my hair, a rough smack landing on my ass, and pulling a yelp from me. "I swear, you're just thirsting for Jashin to kill you, you ungrateful whore," he grumbles, pushing me to the ground before flipping me over. "Maybe I should kill you," he mutters, tugging the knife from his thigh to rub it against my throat, not enough to cut me but enough to cost me with his blood.

"Or," I start the sudden reminder of how insane Hidan is sending freezing fingers of fear down my spine. "I... I... I can ask for forgiveness during my prayers."

He thinks about it for a second, still dancing the tip of the knife back and forth over my throat. "I suppose we can do that, can't we Angel?" I quickly nod my head, keeping the shakes swallowing so I don't cut myself. "I'm glad we agree! Now come here again," Hidan cheers, snatching my wrist again.

This time he shoves the handle of the knife into the open wound of my rest, the metal of it making my whole arm sting. "Knock it off, that hurts!" I yelp, trying to pull my wrist away from him.

"Stop being a bitchy little whore. I'm doing this for you," he grumbles, flipping it onto the other side of the handle before shoving it against the wound again. "Ungrateful bitch." Once the knife is finally pulled off, it's replaced by Hidan's tongue sliding over the cut, his paleness quickly coated by the black mainframe and white strips that make up his voodoo form. "Your blood is so tasty," he mutters, sinking his teeth into it, forcing blood to spill out faster.

"Hidan," I hiss, the name coming out more as a sob than the anger I was trying for. I'm ignored, the immortal continuing to use his teeth to rip my wound open further and using his tongue to guzzle my blood. I swear the little shit is a vampire.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes are gleaming with joy. "Alright, time for you to pray," he tells me, shifting my legs up, and pushing my knees to my chest. "Jashin, I can't wait to use your pussy again," Hidan mutters, his still blood-soaked tongue twirling through my pussy once. "But for now, focus on Jashin," he adds, shoving the butt of the knife into my hole.

"Fuck, Hidan. What the hell?!" I yell, jerking upward, my hands gripping his hair as I pant, trying to calm the tears in my eyes and the pain rippling from my cunt.

"Pray," he orders, shoving me back onto my back, his eyes seeming to glint even more from my discomfort. Why's he always such a jackass?

More pain wrinkles through me when Hidan starts thrusting the knife in and out of me. "Fuck... Jashin," I mutter, hoping the sooner I get out a prayer, the sooner he'll knock his shit off. "I would... would like to apologize for disgracing you," I rush out, tears starting to spill down my cheeks as the handle is thrust faster. "Thank you for... for all my blessing recently, for my safety and... and I would... like to ask for further health and prosperity."

"How cute! Jashin will be so happy!" Hidan cheers, pounding the knife in and out of me still, soft yelps of pain spilling from me. "I'm so happy," he says, finally pulling the knife out of me, raising it to lick the blood and pussy juices off of it. "Your ah... pussy is bleeding a bit," he mutters, finger swirling around as it points at my pussy.

"I thought you were into period sex," I grumble, snapping my legs shut, squeezing them together as much as I can.

"I am but this isn't your period. Your cycle doesn't start for another eleven days. If I'm going to eat your bleeding pussy I want it to be naturally bleeding."

"You track that?" I ask, shooting upright, causing new sparks of pain to swirl through my vagina and legs.

"Duh, idiot," he grumbles, collecting my clothes before throwing them at me. I'm left to dress alone, Hidan busy snuffing out his candles. What a fucking sociopath.

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"Dolly," Tobi hums, slithering back into Nagato's room. "I'm back with a new ice pack," he adds, shaking the cloth-wrapped cooling device as proof.

"Thank you," I whisper, lifting my hips to remove the defrosted one. Why does Hidan always have to be so rough? Why does he leave me so sore every single time?

Tobi places the new one under me, gently pushing my hips back down before his fingers slide through my hair. "I'll be right back, okie dokie?"

"Okie dokie," I echo, hunching back over in the bed, my head buried in my arms and my chest pressed into the mattress. Tobi grabs the watery ice pack before skirting out of the room again, leaving me alone.

I'm not alone for long though, a knock on the door notifying me that I have another visitor. I shift up being met with the Akatsuki's great white shark poking his head into the room. I flip my head back down, a long whimper spilling from me. "Kisame, I can't," I whine, continuing to throw a hissy fit.

"I'm sure you can, Guppy," he coos, walking into the room. His big hand rests on my head, shifting around to nuzzle my hair. "I just want to hump and nibble on you."

"Kisame," I wail, continuing to pout. "It's going to hurt."

"I'll go nice and slow, I promise," he chuckles, hand sliding down to cup my throat, using it to push me upright. "You'll be fine."

"Meanie," I whine again, sticking my lip out to continue my pout.

"Baby," he shoots back, bending down to nibble on my lip. He tugs on it, replacing his teeth with a kiss when he loses his hold on my lip. "Be a good Guppy and take your shirt off."

“Fine,” I grumble, tugging the material off.

Kissme’s hand slides off my neck, trailing over my shoulder and down my back to unsnap my bra. His lips continue to brush against mine, his hands twirling in small and slow circles down my sides before gripping my hips. I’m lifted long enough for him to position himself on the bed. “Can you be a good Guppy again?”

I nod my head yes, my fingertips tapping around his neck, being careful not to touch his gills. He chuckles, stamping a few kisses on my cheek as he rubs my sides again. “Take my dick out and start grinding yourself on me.” My hands fall, quickly sliding under Kisame’s waistband and wrapping around his thick cock to pull it out.

He hums in approval, lifting my hips to situate himself against my pussy. “Your cunt is chilled,” he chuckles, hands sliding forward and up to cup my breasts.

“Hidan fucked me with a knife handle,” I shortly explain, shifting my hips forward. I shove down the whimper that bubbles when Kisame’s tip snags on my hole.

“Remind me to rip Hidan’s throat out,” he grumbles, head dipping to rest against my boobs. Kisame’s teeth graze my skin before digging in, their sharpness easily sinking into my flesh.

I continue humping again Kisame’s dick, sliding myself back and forth. It doesn’t take long for arousal to mix with the stinging of my aches. It also doesn’t take long for the snagging on my pussy to push out my whiners of pain. “You’re doing so good,” he coos, releasing my skin long enough to praise me and find a new spot to sink into.

Small rivers of blood trickle from the bite wounds, staining his teeth red as he chomps on me. “Kisame,” I whine, sobs threatening to bubble up with my whimpers of pain. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” He grumbles, switching to my other breast, and quickly tearing at the new section of flesh. “Your boobs? Your boobs look delicious, I can’t help myself,” he mutters, shifting an inch or two before stamping another teeth imprint into me. “I’m sorry, Guppy,” he apologizes, tongue sliding out to coat the muscle with the same paint covering his teeth. “Just keep grinding, I’ll be done soon.”

I let my arms dangle over his shoulders, my nails clinging to his shoulder blades. I ignore the pain, sliding against him faster. “Just like that, Guppy,” he coos again, his hands clinging to my hips to help me grind against him better. “You’re doing so good, going through so much pain for me,” praises fall from his lips like water, a hand slithering over and dipping down.

Kisame’s fingertips are rubbing lightly, the calluses that have built over the years of sword-work counteracting the soft touches. “Don’t,” I whine, the touches making me pulse, adding new numbed ripples of pain to echo through my body.

“Why not? I want you to feel good too,” he chuckles, snatching my nipple between his lips, and grinding his teeth against it.

“That hurts too,” I continue to pout, clinging to him harder. “You’re hurting me.”

“You’re fine,” he mutters, eyes flickering up as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He suckles on it, tongue slithering over the ache. “The gushier you are the quicker I’ll finish,” Kisame adds after releasing my tit.

His head rests against mine, softly knocking against me before he settles. “I’m close, Guppy, I promise. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good, so perfect.” Kisame is a lot like his partner, a rough serial killer who is soft and sweet when we’re alone.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tugging me forward again, his dick snagging on my hole again. His tip toys with my hole, poking at it but not enough to slip in. At least he does until my pussy is coated in the wetness and warmth of his cum. “Good Guppy,” he grunts, the tip still in action with the want to shove as much of his seed into me as he can without breaking his orders.

“Dolly, I’m back!” Tobi’s voice rings out, pulling a groan from Kisame.

“Why am I always the one getting walked in on while using you?”

“I don’t know,” I giggle, twirling his short hair around my fingertips. “Maybe next time we won’t get walked in on.”

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Object #7

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Kacyu]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,024

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Just... what the fuck :)

Characters Include: Konan, Sasori, Tobi

Name Calling: Mutt, Bitch, Cumdump, Cum-Rag, Slut, Whore, Puppet, Dolly

Degrading/Humiliation/Begging

Hair Pulling

Slapping/Gagging/Choking

Bedroom Toys: Handcuffs, Vibrator, Dildo, (in proper use of) Puppet, (in proper use of) Chakra Threads, (in proper use of) Puppy Pads, (in proper use of) Whipped Cream [more or less]

Titty Fondling

Overstimulation

Biting/Hickeys

Throat/Face Fucking

Threats of Violence

Dry Humping

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Oral (Female and Male Receiving)

Food Play

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I hum softly to myself, my focus on using the towel to ring out my hair. Pain left early this morning for Lord knows what with my least favorite assassin, which has left me to get ready by myself for once. It's weird, getting to dress myself, doing my makeup, getting to do my hair. For... what feels like forever, Nagato has always done those things.

The towel is disregarded to the hamper as I stroll back over to Nagato's desk, settling into his chair so I can style my hair before getting dressed. Today - two minutes ago, actually - Pain's 'no touch' order ended, which means my jaw is going to be sore by the end of the night. My fingers roll through my hair, starting to lay it flat so I can tie it up for the day. It's the best course of action for the wound-tight members I'm sure are crawling around the hideout looking for me already.

As my hands are winding my hair into a ponytail, the door to Nagato's room slams open, pulling my head backward to see who it is. "Mutt," Konan fumes from the door frame, her eyes slit as she glares at me. What could I have possibly done to her already today? "Come here, you're going to be a useful heat-stricken bitch for once."

Oh. I didn't see that coming but I guess even jealous women like her need to release once or twice a month.

Konan storms into the room, her nightgown flowing as she stomps toward me. "I know that I'm off my ordered recovery time but can you wait a few minutes so I can get dressed?" I grumble, focusing on tying my hair up again.

"No," she bitches, digging her fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. "You're going to be an obedient dog and do what I want. Right now," she adds, using her grip on my locks to tug me out of my chair.

"What the hell? Are you that desperate to get off? You can't even wait for me to pull on some clothes?" I hiss, stumbling over my feet as I'm dragged out of the room. My nails dig into her wrist, trying to unlatch her fist from my hair as I glare at her.

"You're one to talk. Running around with Pain for weeks on end. Keeping him all to yourself so you can get off," Konan wails, knocking me around the hallway as she pulls me around.

"Is that what this is about? You're throwing a little hissy fit over Pain choosing me over you again?" A yelp spills from me when I'm shoved into her room, the carpet sliding against my exposed skin, and threatening to leave rug burns.

"Do you ever shut up? I doubt it. That's probably why the guys are always shoving their dicks down your throat," she insults, hand back in my hair to tug me further into her room.

Again, I tug at her arms, trying to push her off of me. "Why are you always such a bitch, Konan?"

The question gets me a slap and my head snaps backward. My cheek and scalp sting as I glare at her, the jealous girl glaring back at me. "Dumb bitches like you don't get to speak to me like that. Useless girls that are nothing but public cumdumps only get to do two things; serve and shut up." As Konan degrades me, I'm wrestling around under her. She's managed to push me on my stomach, my hands crossed behind my back.

"Get off," I hiss, trying to buck her off my back.

She lets out a low chuckle, leaning over to rummaging through her nightstand drawer. "You won't be useful if you keep squirming around," Konan bitches, snapping cold metal around my wrists. "The more you struggle the longer this is going to take, so be a good dog and comply, alright?"

"Fine," I hiss, letting her roll me onto my back. "You're an asshole."

"And you're a disgusting cum-rag," She spits back, slapping me again before climbing off of me.

Great now both my cheeks sting. I push a sigh out my nose, watching the paper-mâché lady dig through her drawer again and lay things on her bed. What could the crazy lady possibly have planned? I shift my position, trying to get comfortable with the handcuffs shoved into my spine by my body weight. As I move, a weird almost plastic sound fills the room instead of the expected metal clicking against metal.

My eyes flicker down, being met with padding edged with blue plastic. "What the fuck?"

She chuckles again, hand in my hair to situate me on my knees. "Last time you made a mess so I made sure to lay out a puppy pad this time," Konan shortly explains, sitting on the edge of her bed before she bends over.

Her fingertips slide through my pussy, pushing the lips open before positioning something against my clit. "What the hell have you planned?" I grumble, trying - and failing because of the hand in my hair - to squirm away.

Konan toys with the vibrator, turning it on low before she pulls away, letting my hair fall back into place. "Now, put that disgusting mouth to work," she orders, legs spreading as she sits upright, tugging her nightgown up. My head is pushed down, shoved into her pussy. "Go on, lick away, Mutt."

I grumble in protest but do as ordered, wanting this to end and to get away from Pain's biggest dick rider as soon as possible. My tongue slides up and down her panties, the slow vibrations of the toy rolling over my clit. It doesn't take long for my grumbles to shift into moans. "Damnit, Mutt," Konan mumbles, twirling my hair around her fingers before yanking my head away.

She squirms, wiggling herself out of her panties before shoving them into my mouth. "Be a good dog and stay right here," Konan orders, bending down to turn my toy up. She sits back up, the hand in my hair falling to paw at my breast.

My eyes trail after her free hand, watching her pat around her bed. The vibrations against my clit and - I hate to admit it - Konan's juices seeping into my taste buds are quickly pushing me to the edge, my moans muffled by the cloth shoved into my mouth.

By the time her hand is pulled forward again, my orgasm snaps causing my cum to spill onto the puppy pad I've been stuck on. "Look at you. A desperate dog that can't help but make a mess. I guess it was a good thing I laid wet pads out," Konan taunts, the hand on my chest focused on twisting my nipple as the other one slowly inches a dildo until her pussy.

My whines from the pain rippling from my nipple and the overstimulation are stifled, but her laughter at me isn't. Konan chuckles as I squirm, still slowly fucking the plastic dick in and out of her pussy. "Do you want to be a good dog? Be a good dog and suck," she orders, shifting around so she can situate the dildo under her.

Konan's hips shift up and down, riding the toy as she tugs her panties out of my mouth, dropping them on the floor but not before wiping them across my face. "Slutty cum-rag, so fucking used that you can't help but cum. Imagine if your puppy pad wasn't under you. You would have ruined my carpets," she continues to degrade, hips moving faster as both her hands squeeze my breasts. "Be a good dog and lick," she orders, hands jumping up to push my head between her boobs.

I nip at her, hoping that'll get her hands off me, but all it does is increase Konan's moaning. I let out a huff, giving in to what she wants again. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking on it. My head bobs up and down as she bounces, threatening to make my neck hurt on my first use of the day.

Konan's hands fall again, pinching and pulling on my nipples as she fucks herself. The stimulation to my boobs and the vibrator still buzzing pulls my cum out of me, my orgasm onto the dumb puppy pad again. "Fuck... fuck... Lord," she moans, dropping a hold on my titty to shove my head to her other breast before going back to toying with my chest.

This time I almost eagerly take her tit into my mouth, using it to muffle my moans. "Damnit," she shrieks, nails digging into the flesh of my boobs, hips stalled, and head flipped backward. "Fuck," she huffs out, pushing me off of her.

"Thank the Lord," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the drama queen. This is why Nagato isn't interested in her; because she's a demanding asshole.

"I wouldn't be saying that," she mutters, pulling the dildo out of her pussy, her cum creaming and dripping down the toy. "You still need to clean my toys," Konan adds, standing up and taking a fist full of my hair again.

"That seems like an issue for you to hand - "

I'm cut off by the plastic dick being thrust down my throat, gags from the suddenness swirling out around it. "Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," Konan taunts, thrusting the dildo in and out of my throat, not bothering to stop long enough for me to catch my breath.

She laughs at me, enjoying the sight of her dildo in my mouth and her fingers tugging at my nipples again. "What a dumb dog," she mutters, tugging the toy out. My mouth isn't empty for long, the rouge tugging the vibrator away and snapping it off before she shoves it into my mouth too.

Again, the toy is thrust past my lips, this time it's a lot easier to breathe. "Dumb bitch," Konan mumbles again, quickly losing her interest in me. "Get out of my face," she orders, popping the vibrator out of my mouth.

"Why? Are you disgusted with yourself? Do you hate that you fuck with me just to feel an ounce of what it would be like to get banged by Pain?"

As quick-tempered as ever, Konan smacks me across the face, the arousal that was present in her face now completely drowned out by anger. "You listen here you filthy mutt," she hisses, gripping my hair for the millionth time, using it to tug me closer to her face. "I would never want to be a used-up whore like you." Her voice is laced with venom, letting me know I won. That makes me quite smug.

"Fine, since you want to be a cocky little shit, you can sit here in your mess handcuffed like the dumb object of the Akatsuki you are until I'm done showering," she hisses, dropping me back onto the puppy mat before she starts walking away. "If you even think about squirming out of my room, I'll tie you to the bed, lace my strap-on to you, and fuck myself using you the rest of the day. Am I understood?"

"Yes," I grumble, lying myself down. I hate how jealous Konan can be and that she takes it out on me instead of Pain. It's not my fault he friend-zoned her.

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"Puppet, is that you?" Sasori's voice swirls around the hallway, making me stop my careful steps and lift my nose from the book it's been buried in.

"Yes, it's me," I call back, glancing around the hallway.

The door to his workshop is open, light spilling out from it. Sasori must be tinkering away. Or at least he was. His head pokes out through the doorway, his pink hair fanning out from his tiltedness. "Come here, Puppet. I need a break from my work and could use a release."

"Coming!" I chirp, quickly walking down the hallway. When I slide into his workshop, Sasori is already back at his desk, his focus and hands busy tweaking his man puppet. "Hello."

"Hello, Puppet. I want you here," he orders, shifting in his chair, his knees falling away from each other. "I do not need a lecture about Pain's orders either. I just want you sat here until I am finished," Sasori adds, glancing at me before his eyes lock on his project again.

"Yes, Ori," I hum, setting my book on one of his counters before I head towards him. I duck under his arm, sliding into his lap like I was ordered. "What are you doing?"

He sighs, a hand falling and being pressed against my stomach, forcing my hips backward. "I am working, unlike you. I will be shoving sandpaper down your throat if you don't start working."

"Yes, Ori," I repeat, grilling the edge of his workbench as I start moving, grinding myself against him. When my stomach starts to stir with arousal, my hips pick up, humping Sasori's growing boner faster. "Sasori," I pant out, tilting my head backward to look at him.

His eyes flicker between me and his puppet. A soft "hmph?" spilling from him. "You are the neediest puppet I own, do you know that?" I quickly nod my head, yes, pressing my hips against his harder. "What is it that you want?"

"I want to blow you."

"Do you?" He asks, a calloused hand resting under my chin, pushing my head back further. "Or do you want to be defiled?"

"You can't," I whine, starting to rethink Nagato's ruling. I know I asked him to make the ruling, I know I didn't want to deal with being bruised and labored by the group but I don't think I'd mind now. I want to be touched, I want to cock-warm Sasori like I usually do while he works, I want his rough fingers touching me, I want his head between my thighs, I want -

"You're right, I can't," he hums, nose nuzzling my neck for a second before his lips brush against my skin. "Pain's ruling says I can't fuck you. He never said anything about having objects fuck you."

"What?" I babble, not able to click the pieces together because of the lustful fog brewing alongside my growing orgasm. "What?" I repeat louder this time, my head snapping up and my hips stopping once the piece does finally snap in place. A million - not the best - ideas run through my head. What the hell is Sasori going to shove inside me? One of his tools? A block of wood?

His lips continue to trail up my neck, quickly crossing over to my jawline. "Calm down. It'll hurt you more if I play with you while you're tense," Ori mutters, his hands draping over my thighs, rubbing at my legs as he slowly walks the edge of my skirt up. "You will be fine," he continues to coo, his teeth nipping at my jawline.

Sasori spreads my legs, fingers sliding through my folds a few times before settling on my clit. His rough fingertips swirl around, slowly starting to churn my stomach and giving me one of the things I want. "Let me play with you," he whispers in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe when he pulls away.

"Please?"

An approving sigh escapes him as he leans back, unenveloping me from his body. The hand not toying with me flicks to the side, chakra strings lashing out like fishing wire. "There is a clause to our little agreement though." Of course, there is. Sasori is soft with me, but he's never kind without getting a payout of his own. "I may not be able to use your pussy," he starts, his hand shifting, two fingertips dipping into me as his thumb takes over rubbing my clit. "But I can use your mouth. Besides, I believe you would look lavishing being filled on both ends."

Sasori's monotoned compliment makes me tingle or maybe it's his fingers curling inside me or maybe it's the rough circles rolled over my clit. It is helped by the open-mouth kisses he keeps pressing into my throat and the soft sucking that promises to leave behind light bruises. "Alright, I think that is enough preparation," he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs to lift me, placing me on his workbench.

Once I'm settled on all fours, he takes a second to situate his things, shifting them out from under me. As Sasori straightens things out, I look around his desk, my eyes snagging on the puppet still attached to his chakra strings.

It's a thin unclothed puppet, reminding me of a twig. Unlike the rest of his puppets, this one has five limbs instead of four. At almost the end of the wooden doll's torso is a thick log, smooth and largely girthed. The wood looks almost shiny from the smoothness and sealing Ori used on it. The wood is also decorated with effortless curves; those ending when the top rounds off like a perfectly curved head of a penis.

As I'm looking it over, it's shifted forward, Sasori flicking his hand forward to move the doll. "Do not look startled, you will tense yourself again," he orders, his free hand clinging to my chin again, shifting my head up. "Keep your eyes on me. It upsets me when you are unfocused."

"Whatever you want, Ori," I mutter, locking my eyes on his. What an attention-hungry puppeteer. A string of approving hums come from him, his chakra string hand taking over holding my face, his fingertips - and the warm buzzing strands - rubbing my cheeks as he works his cock out of his pants.

"Open," he orders, pressing on my cheeks so my mouth falls open. Once his tip is situated past my lips, he drops his hold on my face, hand flicking and poking the head of the wooden dick into me. "Watch your teeth."

"Yes Ori," I mutter, the words getting jumbled as both dicks are slowly pushed into me. Sasori's dick inches its way down my throat as the puppet inches its way into me, the curves of the wooden cock rubbing me in ways I've never felt before.

Another long hum spills from him when I'm bottomed in, his eyes just barely widening. Both his hands situated themselves on my cheeks, his free hand buzzing with the development of blue webs Ori is known for using. The threads spill out, wrapping around my throat and my face, buzzing with the soft warmth that sizzles off them.

Steady soft breaths spill from him, his hands flexing against my cheeks, shifting everything into motion. My head bobs in time with Sasori's puppet, slow and steady like he wants to edge himself forward. Maybe he does. Slowly, my bobbing picks up, the puppeteer now thrusting his hips and shoving himself further down my throat.

Accidentally my teeth graze him, my mouth not being able to keep up with the bobbing and thrusts forced on it. "Damnit," Sasori hisses, hand jerking and shoving the puppet into my pussy rougher. "I told you to watch your teeth," he adds, purposefully jerking the purposely this time, picking up the pace of it. "Can't you listen?"

I babble out sorries, my words coming out as gargles because of the dick down my throat and the cock pounding into me. As my orgasm closes in, my eyes start to flutter shut, wanting to soak in the feeling of cumming. "You just can't listen," he lectures, tugging on the strands wrapped around my neck, shoving me further down his length. "Open your eyes. I want to see them."

Slowly my eyes flutter back open, being met with the pinking of his cheeks. "Eyes open, no teeth, suck harder," he husks, quickly losing control of his breathing.

The fear of losing my orgasm jumps me into obedience. I try widening my jaw to keep my teeth away, causing the bones to start to ache from being used. My tongue swirls around the underside of Sasori's dick, rolling over the thick vein as I suckle on him. I routinely blink, trying to keep my eyes open as my orgasm wobbles on the edge.

When it tips over I can't hold back the moan that spills out, the sound humming into Ori's cock. "Damnit. Don't do that. Stop looking at me," he barks at me, teeth clenching as his chest pumps faster. "Close your eyes," he orders as the strings attached to the puppet snap off and let it fall limp onto the counter, leaving my pussy empty and leaking.

Sasori's hand closes into a fist, snapping his threads as tight as they can go. The ones around my neck tug at my skin, cutting off my oxygen and starting to strangle me. The strings wrapped around my face shove me forward, my nose pressed against the wooden shell of Ori's body, and his dick dangling down my throat. "Damnit, damnit, damnit. You damn... Dear Lord... Puppet, open your eyes," he hisses, his cum starting to drip out, filling my stomach with its warmth and saltiness.

I snap my eyes open, looking up at him as I slurp up every drop he has to offer me. Sasori is bright red, huffing for air, and clinging to my face, threatening to scratch my cheeks. "Off," he whispers after a moment, the remaining strands snapping off as he slowly pulls me off his dick.

A pop fills his workroom when my lips finally detach from the tip of his cock, leaving another one of my holes empty. "My apologies," he starts like he does after every time he uses me. "I have made a mess of you." Also like always, he's right. My thighs are coated in my slick, as is his puppet, and my drool is dripping down my chin onto the countertop from sucking Ori off.

"Let me clean you and then you shall sit with me as I work."

"I should shower."

"You will sit with me," he repeats, his tone snipped this time.

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I'm sat up pretty - I think - on the kitchen counter, just like Sasori ordered. Well, what he said was 'Be quiet and sit like the puppet you are' so that's what I'm doing. Acting like a pretty show marionette as he focuses on washing the oils off his hands.

It doesn't take long for my back to hurt from sitting straight or for me to get bored of being an off-brand showgirl. "I want a snack," I mutter, jumping off the counter and heading toward the fridge.

"Do as you wish. I have to meet with Deidara to discuss tomorrow's mission," Sasori mutters, drying his hands on a towel. A pat on my head and an uncertain kiss is pressed to my cheek before the half-man wanders out of the room, leaving me alone to figure out my snack.

I mosey around the fridge, looking for something to damper my unnamed craving. Grapes? That doesn't sound good. Cheese squares? Sounds like a stomach ache. There are deli meats but a sandwich sounds too filling. My eyes skim the door, landing on the unopened can of whipped cream. That'll do I guess.

The door swings close as I pull the tab off the can, shaking it as I turn to grab a spoon out of the silverware drawer. "Dear Lord!" I yelp, the sudden appearance of a certain high-energy orange mask-wearing rouge scaring the heebie-jeebies out of me. "Tobi!" I bark at him, glaring at the spooker as I sweep past him.

"Dolly!" He cheers, falling into step so close behind me that he constantly bumps into me. When I stop to pull the drawer open, Tobi wraps his arms around my hips, tugging me against him. "It is early in the day."

"It is," I agree, grabbing a spoon before pushing the drawer closed. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ask turning in his hold before I focus on my snack. I shake the can again and spray a bit of the sugary snack onto the spoon before I pop it in my mouth.

"I'm off today and... and well... well I was just wondering... you know, since your no-touch order is over if you... if you would..." Tobi lets out a nervous lap, his mask repeatedly shifting from my face to looking between us.

"If I would what?" I ask, filling the spoon again before popping it into my mouth. I tease the boy, shifting my hips forward to rub against him as I slowly pull the spoon out of my mouth, making sure it makes a slutty sound when it pops out. "What would you like us to do with your day off?" I push, filling the utensil once again, this time using kitty licks to clean it.

"I... ah... you... that... my... my," he stumbles, pointing at the spoon before pointing down.

"Alright," I purr, deciding to keep playing with Tobi since he won't use his words. I stick the spoon in my mouth, sliding my now free hand down his pants, toying with him through his boxers. Slowly my fingertips slide back up, wiggling under his boxers and pushing both layers of clothes down.

When he pops out of his clothing, his dick is already rock-hard. Aw, the poor baby must have been thinking about this moment all morning. My eyes skirt up, watching the way his chest pumps, and his breath scatters as I rub my fingers along the underside of his dick. Dear Lord do I love toying with Tobi. He's always so fun to play with.

As my fingers slide over his tip and start their descent over the topside of his dick, I slowly fall to my knees, keeping my sights on the peephole of his mask. The peephole has started to glow red like it does every time Tobi is turned on. "There you go," I chirp, leaving a line of whip cream on his dick.

"What?" He wails, voice high-pitched and whiney.

"You pointed at the whipped cream and then your dick so I figured this is what you wanted," I continue to play dumb, sliding my tongue out before spraying a swirl of the cream on my taste buds. I make a show of it, making a mess of it on my lips, and spilling out exaggerated moans.

"Why... why the hell would... would I mean that?" He whines, toying with the end of my ponytail.

"I don't know. Maybe if you used your words it would be easier for me to figure out what you want," I mutter, layering a swirl of cream over his dick.

"I want... can you... lick the... the... the cream off... off my... dick? Please?" Tobi stumbles out, his fingers flexing on repeat around my bundled-up locks.

I giggle at the soft boy, sliding my tongue out and slowly lowering my head. My movements stay slow as I wrap my tongue around his tip, enjoying the sweet taste of the whipped cream and the salty taste of his pre-cum. My tongue flats out, rolling its way over his cock, licking up the trail I left on him.

Once he's licked clean I pull back, flickering my eyes up at him. "There you go."

"Dolly," he whimpers, gently tugging on my ponytail.

"Tobs," I call, mimicking his cute whimpers.

"You're teasing. Stop teasing. You're so mean," he babbles, his tugs getting a little rougher.

"I'm just doing what you ask," I hum, decorating his dick with twisted lines of whip cream again before setting the can down. "Let me do it again for you."

My head dips again, another painfully slow lapping of my treat. More whines and babbles fall from the man, his dick already twitching with the warning of his approaching orgasm. "Dolly, please."

"Please what, Tobs?" I mutter, twirling my tongue around his cock to help clean off the sticky residue starting to form.

"Suck my dick," he breaths out, so quiet I almost can't hear him over the mixture of pants and moans.

My tongue slithers over the slit of his dick, making it tremble even more. "Sorry, Tobi, I couldn't quite hear you. Could you repeat yourself?"

"Suck my dick. Please suck my dick, Dolly. Pretty please? Dolly? Dolly, please?" I giggle at him again, my tongue sliding out, pressing against his pulsing vein as I take him into my mouth. As soon as there's enough of him in my mouth I start sucking on him, puffing my cheeks out so he can slide in easier.

I'm not even halfway down before Tobi lets out a long chipped moan, his sperm coating my tongue before it slides down my throat. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Dolly, I'm sorry," he babbles, twirling strands of my hair around his fingertips.

I hum softly, slowly sliding further down so I can suck the sticky leftovers of the whipped cream off of him. "Hey, hey, hey," he rattles, tugging on my hair before smoothing it out and twirling it again. "I'm sensitive. Be nice."

I suck on him hard, the suction pulling on him as I tug myself backward. The poor baby isn't going to be able to stand any more than that so hopefully it's good enough to clean him off. "You did such a good job," I coo, kissing his angrily-red tip before crawling to my feet. "You should probably take a shower to get the rest of the residue off," I tell him, gliding my fingertips over his angry cock.

"With... with me?" He wheezes out between deep breaths, his hands clinging to my shirt. "Take... take shower... with me?"

"What about your mask, Tobs?" I ask, deciding to leave the overstimulated boy's dick alone, my fingertips ghosting over the edge of his mask.

"The... the lights... off. That... that'll... good enough."

"Okay, Tobs," I chuckle, letting the eager boy pull me forward.

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Outing

(Shino Aburame)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to uttttate]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 4,595

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I eagerly wait by the door, sitting on the ground and glaring at the door as if that'll make my date show up earlier. My fingers toy with the pedals of the sunflowers I bought, occasionally having to nudge one of the dogs when they try to eat the blooms I've situated again and again in their vase. Maybe I should fix them again, this arrangement looks stupid too... or maybe I've been glancing at it too long.

Or maybe I'm just a little nervous. I don't know how Shino is going to react to me getting him flowers. It's probably a stupid idea but beetles enjoy sunflowers - I think - so I figured it would be a good gift for my date. From what Naruto has told me people tend to avoid Shino because his kikaichus freak people out. I want him to know they don't freak me out, that they're not a 'turn-off' for me, and that they won't be a damper on our - hopefully - developing relationship.

There's a knock on the door, making both the dogs and me jump to our feet. "I'll get it!" I yell, over the dogs' barks, carefully placing the vase on the door side table.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed. It's not like you've been sitting in front of the door for the past hour," my dad mumbles, getting a nose puff and an agreeing head bob from Pakkun who didn't bother climbing to his feet or joining the rest of the pack at the door.

I tap my hip, before leaving my palm pointed towards the pack. Seven of the eight dogs - Pakkun ignoring me as he stays situated under my Dad's feet - obey the command, their noses tapping against my pale as they situate themselves on the side I ordered. My hand closes in a fist, shifting down to give them their next command. Again, they all listen, falling into their sit command.

Another knock comes from the door, a round of howling answering it once again. I pat myself down, flatting my clothes and trying to brush off the dog hair I always seem to be covered in. I glance at the dogs again, letting out a shaky breath as I look them over. "Please don't be weird," I tell them, a mix of tail wags, poked-out tongues, and barks being my response.

"They're going to be weird, and if they're not, I'll be weird," Dad teases, getting a chuckle out of Pakkun this time.

"Dad!"

"Open the door before your date thinks you're ignoring him," he grumbles, rolling his eye at me before focusing on the dishes again.

Right, Shino is here... and I still haven't answered the door! I quickly turn the handle, shooting the pack another glance before tugging the door open. "Hello," I pipe out, quickly glancing over his outfit. Same outfit as usual, same glass as always, just like Shino tends to be. Just how I like it. Predictability is comfortable and attractive. Like Shino.

"Hello," he says back, sinking his head further into the collar of his shirt.

I glance around, trying to shake off the awkwardness, my eyes falling on the forgotten vase. My hands shoot forward, grabbing the flowers, and holding them out towards Shino. "I... uh... got you - er - your kikaichus flowers. Well I guess I got them for you but when I bought them I was thinking about what your kikaichus would favor and I don't know if sunflowers are it but I guess I just panicked and decided on these and - "

"You're rambling, Madam," Pakkun mutters, the clicking of his nails against the floorboards filling the space. "Apologies for my Madam," he says, walking through my legs before settling between Shino's and my feet. "She tends to ramble when she's nervous."

"I'm not nervous and I'm not rambling," I mutter, shifting the vase in my hands.

"It's alright, your Madam's voice has the power to please my ears upon any subject she speaks," Shino voices, confusing me a bit. What does that mean? Why is he so old-timely spoken? I'm going to have to look into a Shakespeare translator or something if he keeps speaking like this.

He takes the flowers from me, the sound of ruffled plastic catches my attention, making my eyes fall. Wrapped in a clear plastic sleeve with baby blue tissue paper is a bouquet. The flowers are a mix of soft pinks and powder purples; the greens of the bouquet are pale, going along with the soft colors so perfectly it might make me burst into tears of appreciation. My sunflowers look so cheap compared to the flowers I got him.

"Alright, weirdo," Pakkun grumbles, twirling around my feet a few times to catch my attention.

"My apologies. It seems I came off wrong. I have read it is common for a suitor to compliment his suitress. Is that not the common practice?" Shino asks, his head switching between being focused on me and being focused on Pakkun.

The dog jumps up, his front feet pressed into my leg as he stretches upward. "You know how to pick a... Suitor, Madam," he grumbles, head butting my thigh.

"Be nice," I order, bending down to pick up the pug. "Don't mind Pakkun. He's old and grumpy," I tell Shino, turning the dog on his back in my arms so I can rub his tummy.

"I am not grumpy, and I'm most definitely not - right there my Madam," he cuts himself off, kicking his foot as I scratch his belly.

I giggle at the pug, tilting my head down to nuzzle my nose against his head. "Hatake-Chan?" Shino calls, pulling my attention away from the dog in my arms. "I also read it is common to meet your immediate family before I take you out on our first outing. May I do that?"

"Sure, Shino," I answer, sending him a smile as my cheeks heat up. "Just a heads up most of my 'immediate' family is made up of dogs," I warn him, setting Pakkun on his paws again.

"That is alright. I tend to understand and get along with animals better than humans," he tells me, sending me a small smile back.

"Bull," I call, tapping my hip. The big chunky boy slowly trudges over, his nose tapping my hand waiting for his next command. "This is Bull, he's a gentle giant and the muscle of the pack," I explain, cupping his ears and rubbing the back of them with my thumbs.

"Hello Bull," Shino greats, bowing his head at the dog before his head shifts around. "I would like to give you your flowers and perhaps set mine down so I can properly great Bull," he adds, holding the bouquet he bought towards me. I take the bouquet, along with the vase, setting them down on the table again. "Hello, Bull-San," he repeats, kneeling to pat Bull's head.

The bulldog sniffs at him, sneezing when a kikaichu flaps out and lands on his nose, causing the both of us to smile. Once he's bored, Bull trots toward the kitchen, heading to go bother my Dad for scrapes. "Urushi," I call, the hyper dog eagerly leaving his heel and bolting at my date.

Shino stumbles a bit, a hand falling to the ground to keep him balanced as the other one focuses on rubbing along the dog's fur. "He's Dad's main - "

"Excuse me?" Pakkun cuts in, his head tilted as he glares at me.

"Urushi is training to take over as my Dad's main ninken once Pakkun retires."

Shino straightens himself, both hands rubbing the dog that has situated his paws on my date's chest, eagerly licking his face. "I shall tell Kiba to come talk to your father then. Akamaru isn't retiring any time soon but Kiba's mother has been insisting that he starts planning for his retirement."

"I think Dad would like that. Now, go lay down Urushi," I order, gently tugging on the dog's collar. "Shiba," I call for the next, the dog instantly answering. He sulks over to me, softly growling as he slides his way between my legs, his head pressed into my stomach as he glares at the new man in the room. "Shiba doesn't take kindly to any man besides Uncle Gai and Dad being around me."

"That is understandable," he mumbles, flatting his hand as he leans it toward the dog. "I will respect your wishes and keep space between myself and your Madam, alright Shiba?"

The dog lets out a few grumbles, continuing to growl until Dad calls him into the kitchen. "Bisuke?" The flappy-eared dog races forward, bouncing around at my feet as he paws at me, wanting to be picked up. "He's the baby of the group so he's not the most behaved."

"He reminds me of Naruto," Shino mumbles, taking a few awkward steps forward, stopping when Shiba starts growling again.

I giggle, scratching the dog's head. "Ya, he does kind of act like Naruto doesn't he?" Shino nods, toying with his tail until the dog wanders off, setting himself up to pounce on Pakkun. "Akino?" I call, the second biggest dog slowly strutting forward, rubbing himself against Shino. "He is the most laid back of the pack, aside from Pakkun of course."

Shino hums, running his hands over Akino's tan coat, at least until he struts away to go sunbathing. "Guruko?" Like the others, he races forward, eagerly shoving his nose against my date's clothes, sniffing out the kikaichus wrapped into Shino's being. "They're all scent-based ninkens but Guruko is the best."

"I can hear you!" Pakkun yells, his voice huffy as he runs away from Bisuke. The chase catches Guruko's attention causing the dog to leave us to join the chase.

"Uhei?" I call last, my dog walking over, switching between licking my fingers and sniffing at Shino. "Uhei is my dog, but he works best with a companion. I'm not as skilled as Dad so I can't handle more than one ninken, so Uhei is Dad's on the field and mine at home," I mutter the explanation, scratching the back of my head to help with my nerves.

"There is no shame in knowing your limits and doing what is best for your ninken," Shino mumbles, patting my dog's sides.

"Now that I have met all your dogs, I would like to meet your father. I also read it is customary to meet a suitress's father and thank him," he says, crawling to his feet as he swipes all the hair off himself, the fur standing out against his black clothing.

"You've already met my father," I point out, my eyes glancing to the side as the sound of my Dad approaching fills my ears.

"I have but I wish to formally meet him, especially since he is allowing me to take you on an outing," he says, slightly nodding his head in agreement with himself.

"What a gentleman," Dad mutters, a hand on my shoulder as the other one stretches out towards Shino for a handshake.

"Hatake-San," Shino says, his voice a normal leveled tone for once instead of the soft-spoken tone he usually uses. "It is nice to meet you and I would like to say thank you for allowing me to attempt a courtship with your child."

He shakes my Dad's hand, causing just a hint of a smile to form under his mask. "Of course. I am rather glad you have met the pack," Dad starts, using the handshake to pull Shino closer, my date ending an inch or two away. He leans down, a closed-eye smile on his face as his tone drops an octave. "Now you know the eight talented-nosed and sharp-teethed beasts that will haunt you down if you do anything to my heart and soul."

"Kakashi."

"Dad!" Pakkun and I both call, glaring at my Father because of his overprotectiveness. "Let's maybe not threaten my date, please?"

Dad drops Shino's hand, throwing his arms up in a shrug as he starts heading back to the kitchen. "What's the point of being a good Shinobi if I can't use the fear of my career history to scare your potential partners?"

"We're leaving now," I groan, rolling my eyes at the old man. "Do you mind taking care of my flowers and making sure the dogs don't eat the sunflowers I got Shino while we're away?"

"You got it, Kid," he agrees, already pulling a vase out of the cabinet. "Be back by dark or I'll send the hounds after you two."

"We got it, Dad," I continue to groan, motioning Shino out the door.

"Thank you again, Hatake-San," he calls before I close the door. Once there's space between us and the overbearing pack I call family, Shino's full focus is on me again. "You look like a marbled heaven-hued primrose, Hatake-Chan," he says, another soft smile on his face, his cheeks peppered in a pink similar to the flowers he got me.

I let out a laugh, a smile easily tearing onto my face. "You say the weirdest things sometimes," I tell him, shaking my head and looking down at the street, starting to walk away from my home.

"Did you not like it? I can offer a different compliment if you'd like," he rushes out, obviously trying to fall in line with my steps. He's struggling too, his strides are a lot larger than mine because of his long legs.

"No, I like how you compliment me," I hum, walking a bit faster so he will hopefully fall into his normal strides. "I was just pointing out that no one has ever complimented me like you do."

He does, Shino's strides going back to normal, making his body language relax a bit and flow easier. "I have planned a decent day, I believe, but I wish to get your approval first."

"Whatever you have planned I'm sure I'll have fun doing."

"While I appreciate your belief in my abilities to provide you with an appealing afternoon, the plans I have made for us are a little... exclusive. I have read that women are advised to be in a public space during a first outing and I have planned a... well, an exclusive outing, alone, in the forest. If you are uncomfortable being alone with me so apart from - "

"Shino," I say, cutting him off and stopping my steps. He stops too, mouth snapping shut as he looks down at me, waiting for me to finish my statement. "I've known you for years now. Ya, we might not have been friends until recently, but if Sai doesn’t even dislike you, I'm pretty confident I'll be fine. Sai doesn’t like anyone but Ino.”

“Oh… okay,” he mutters, his hands being shoved into his pockets as he falls quiet. “Hatake-Chan?” He calls after a few moments, stopping our walk again.

“Aburame-Chan?” I tease, tilting my head up to look at his mostly covered face.

He sinks into his shirt color again, just a thin strip of his face exposed. “You’re a brisky eye-beaming nymph.”

I smile at him again, even if I don’t know what he means. “Thank you, Shino.”

He pops out of his hiding spot like a cute little turtle, slightly nodding his head. “Let us continue our walk,” he mutters, head facing forward as he picks up our stroll again.

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My eyes dance over the naturally made fairy lights; the sun beams spilling through the gaps in the leaves paired with pokes of the blue sky. Shino wasn’t kidding when he said he planned an exclusive outing. The little romantic set up a blanket in an open section of the forest about twenty minutes off the main trials. He packed a cute little basket too, filled with different treats, candies, and bubbly drinks.

At the moment I’m sucking on one of the hard candies, enjoying the view of the sky. A few minutes ago I laid out on the blanket, my back to the ground and my knees propped up. A stiff Shino is laid next to me, his body as straight as a board and his hands folded on his chest. “Would you like to sit up again?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.

“No,” he answers quickly, his body tightening even more. I continue to watch him, my eyes catching when a kikaichu or two flutters out of Shino’s clothing. “I am just….”

“Just what?” I ask, turning my head back into place before my eyes sink closed.

“You have not said something in a while. Are you not enjoying our outing?”

“Of course, I’m enjoying it. Just because I am silent doesn’t mean I’m not having fun. Would you like to have a conversation?”

Shino stays quiet for a beat or two, the sound of him moving against the blanket breaking that silence. I open my eyes, tilting my head to look at him again. He’s lying on his side, still seeming super tense. I move too, mimicking his position. “In the research I did before our outing I found that you should ask your suitress questions to better know each other. Could we do that?”

“Sure,” I answer, sliding my hand over to gently lay it on top of his.

His head tilts, the rest of him tensing again as he looks down at our hands. Slowly, Shino shifts his hand, turning it so our palms are pressed together. He moves his fingers, flexing them so they rub against mine. “What’s the best trip you have been on?” He asks toward my fingers, squeezing my hand between flexes now.

“When I was younger,” I start, letting my eyes dance over him again, watching the beetles come and go from his body as they wish. “My Dad had a low-risk mission in the Land of Wind so he took me with him. We did a bunch of cool things while we were there. I got to tan for the first time and let me tell you, it was weird seeing my ghostly pale Dad tanned. We got to sand surf too which is a lot more difficult than regular surfing. We went to this certain desert too where all the sands were as white as pearls. I swear it looked like the heavens those religious books talk about.”

Shino keeps up with his soft touches, his focus on my face again. As I speak he nods along, occasionally humming as I ramble. “Sorry,” I mutter, turning over onto my back again, making sure my hand stays in place.

“Why are sorry, Hatake-Chan?” He asks, also turning onto his back. Now he’s mostly squeezing my fingers instead of running his fingertips over them.

“I’m doing all the talking. I want to know things about you too.”

“It is alright. I don’t find joy in talking.”

“No?” I ask, tilting my head so I can look at him. I don’t know why I bother, I can’t see anything besides his nose and about half his cheeks. Though, his cheeks are covered in a rose pink again.

“No. A lot of the time I don’t have anything I want to say,” he answers, tilting his head to look back at me. “I do like it when you speak though. So, please, keep telling me every thought you have, palmy crow-flowered rarity.”

A soft giggle bubbles in my chest, escaping as a smile crosses my face. Shino has the weirdest but most poetic compliments I’ve ever heard. “Alright, but only if you agree to speak when you do have something to say.”

He thinks about it for a moment. “Alright,” he agrees, nodding his head in agreement.

Our eyes lock - I think, it’s hard to tell with his glasses on. We look at each other, Shino slowly squeezing my hand, his thumb running over my knocks as we sit in silence. “You are not speaking. I asked you to tell me every thought you have. Are you having no thoughts?”

“I still feel like I don’t know anything new about you but I don’t want to push you to talk or tell me stuff if you don’t want to.”

He stays quiet for a second. The silence breaks once again when he moves. Shino sits up, his legs crossed as he hesitates for a moment, our hands shifting from his movements. I stay still, watching as he lifts our hands, struggling with where to lay them. It takes a moment but it lays them on his knee.

“Will you please sit up?” I do as he asks, sitting up, and crossing my legs just like him. Shino squeezes my hand one, two, three times before leaving my hand on his knee. “You introduced me to your dogs today.”

“I did,” I agree, nodding my head and gently squeezing his knee.

“In my research, I have found that sharing at least one personal thing on the first few outings is the best way to understand your new partner. You shared your dogs, so you have shared your personal thing. It is my turn.”

“Okay?” I mumble, a bit confused. I think on our next outing we should talk about his research thing.

“My clan members - me included - are used as nests for insects. A few different factors like weather seasons, blood type, and a few other things, determine the bug species we receive. I was compatible with kikaichus, so that is the species of bug I use as a sort of ninken.”

This is all information I know, but I nod along, letting Shino know I’m paying attention in hopes he’ll keep talking.

“My kikaichus are very important to me. They make up most of me, they protect me, and if our outings keep going well, they will one day protect you too. Since they are a part of me, they are as personal as I can offer. Also, since I wish that they will one day protect you, I hope you will let me introduce them to you.”

“Of course, Shino. I’d love to meet your kikaichus.”

He slowly nods his head, his sights skating over my hands. “One moment,” he mutters, shrugging off his coat. “I… um…” he stumbles, flicking the coat behind me, gently laying it on my shoulders so the material wraps around my frame. “Kikaichus are scent-based ninkens, so…” Shino’s cheeks are pink again, quickly sinking into a red. “So, if you… if you smell like me they are more likely to be friendly. Not that they are violent creatures! I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t want you to not get along with my partners. I did not mean to make them seem like violent creatures. They are not. Yes, they eat chakra, but I would never allow enough on you that it would harm you. Besides, their snacking on your chakra is similar to the feeling of a goat eating pellets out of your hand, so it does not hurt.”

“Alright.”

“Alright,” Shino echoes, taking a few deep breaths. His movements are slow, his fingertips rubbing against mine for a moment. “Once they start crawling on you, please stay still so you don’t accidentally harm them. Not that I think you would but until you are more familiar with them I would like you to stay still.”

“I’ll stay still.”

He nods a couple of times, slowly lifting my hands. I keep them held in the air, palms to the sky like Shino placed them. “They will crawl all over you, wherever they want. It’ll feel a bit weird at first but I assure you it won’t hurt. Don’t worry, I’ll keep track of them so they don’t end up anywhere by your arms,” he mutters the last part, his fingers lying under mine. “Okay, they are going to crawl out now. Stay still.”

“I’ll stay still,” I repeat, carefully scanning Shino’s face. He seems tense again, his breath a little shaky as a few kikaichus come marching out of his shirt collar, parading in a neat line down his arm. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I whisper, my eyes jumping between the beetles and my date.

“Why do you think I don’t wish to do this?”

“You seem tense.”

“I am just nervous,” he mumbles, rotating his shoulders when the first kikaichu trails off Shino’s palm onto my fingertips. “I have never let anyone besides my father hold my kikaichus. I am fond of you and if you are not comfortable with my beetles we will never be compatible. I worry we are not compatible.”

My eyes jump around my arms, trailing over the ten kikaichus crawling over me. Their little legs feel like pins against my skin. Not painful pins, but like you’re just resting the edge of a pin against your skin. It almost tickles having them crawl across me. “Shino?” He lets out a hum, his fingertips slowly sliding back and forth against my fingers, his hands still in place in the air under mine. “If I wasn’t comfortable with your beetles I wouldn’t have agreed to our date.”

His head lifts, looking at me instead of his bugs. His mouth opens before snapping closed, the cycle repeating a couple of times. “Oh…” he whispers, tilting his head back down. “That is useful information.”

“Do they have names? Your kikaichus?”

“No, they are tracked by eight-digit codes made up of letters and numbers. It is easier than naming one and a half million kikaichus. It does not mean I care about them any less.”

“Alright, what are the codes of these eight?”

“CAW79MAW, BIRDS09K, 923JEKOL, JAZZBO77, DIG0DUGS, 1CHAIRS9, YINS8000 and KINGS199.”

“And you keep track of all one and a half million?”

“Yes.”

“Do you purposely try to make words out of their codes?”

“Yes.”

“Smart,” I mutter, watching the kikaichus fall back into their neat lines, crawling back down my arms and beelining toward Shino’s shirt collar again.

“Hatake-Chan?” I hum in response, letting my arms fall back to my sides once Shino moves his arms first. “I also read that it is customary to plan the next outing before or sometime soon after the last. Another thing I found in my research was that a kiss is a good way to signify the end of an outing. I have enjoyed our outing but I believe I need some time to process the recent events. If you do not wish to kiss - ”

I lunge forward, being careful to grip Shino’s clothing so I don’t hurt any of his bugs. I cling to his shirt, crashing my lips against his to cut off his rambling. I enjoy Shino talking to me, but if he keeps going one if not both of us are going to chicken out.

A sound spills from him, his noise slipping into my mouth before his hands stumble onto me, balling up the material of his jacket, and using it to pull me closer. Our lips dance against each other at least until my lungs force me to pull away. Shino is pink and huffy, still gripping his jacket as he looks at me. “Take me to dinner tomorrow. Pick me up at seven, okay?”

He rapidly shakes his head, slowly leaning forward. “Yes, ma’am,” he spills out, the word being dragged until it’s cut off by his lips against mine again.

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #shino aburame oneshot #shino aburame x reader #shino oneshot #shino x reader #shino aburame

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13as07 · 14 days

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PLS PLS PLS DO A PART THREE TO I HATE YOU YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE IT,

(And you don’t know how well it feeds my daddy issues)

I’m planning to do a Part Three. Idk how it helps yours cause it seems to make mine worse. A psycho assassin who absolutely hates [Reader] still manages to care for them and my dad can’t even love his daughter that’s self-sufficient? 😭 Oh well, at least Kakuzu is hot af lmao, but yes there will be a part three eventually

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13as07 · 15 days

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Dear Readers,

I am unhealthily attached to my Kakuzu “I Hate You” story line so maybe I’ll do a part three of our unaffectionate man spending the day trying to undo the resentment that would never be threaten to be felt.

Mr. Zu ‘babying’ you throughout the day in his “you’re an annoying little bitch” way and then the shopping spree [Reader] was promised as he bitches and low key is shaking from anxiety of his money being spent. And of course our lovely man washing and patching up [Reader] after their lovely morning together as he bitches that “maybe if you wouldn’t have cried so much I wouldn’t have hurt you so much”.

Thoughts? :)

~ Your Majesty

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #kakuzu oneshot #kakuzu x reader #kakuzu

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I Hate You #2

(Kakuzu Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Noro King]

Requested by: My Attachment to the First Part

Word Count: 4,722 (sorry it's so long)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Harlot, Crybaby, Scum, Peasant, Bitch

Abuse Including: Emotional Manipulation, Coercion, Verbal, Possessiveness

Human Skinning and Torture

Begging for One's Life

Oral (more or less; Female Receiving)

Size Kink

Cock Warming

Noncon/Rape

Slapping/Choking

Degrading/Misogyny

Biting/Scratching/Hickeys

Blood Play

Creampie

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The eerie lamplight of the hotel room slithers through the cracked closet door, quickly replaced by hands shooting forward, yanking my headphones off, and grabbing at me. My mouth snaps open, ready to yell for Kakuzu but I'm cut off. "Don't you dare, Harlot," he hisses at me, dragging me out of the closet before I'm lifted, and settled in his arms.

I screw my eyes shut as soon as I'm taken out of the sanctuary of the closet, my head buried into his neck for extra protection, and my hands balling up the material of his shirt. "Zu, please. I don't want to."

He ignores me, tightening his hold as he forces us into motion. The coppery scent always wrapped around Kakuzu is wrapped around the whole room for once, making my stomach churn even before I'm carried into the bathroom. "Kakuzu, please - "

"Get up," he orders, cutting my pleas off. I hate this, I hate when he acts like this, I hate seeing the things he does to people, and I hate that he claims to do those things for me.

The familiar sound of metal chains clinking against themselves and the tile floor rings throughout the room, pushing the nauseousness I'm feeling up my throat faster than I think I can hold it down. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just stop. Please?" A dried-out and broken voice croaks, the chains moving again and almost covering the words.

"Kakuzu - "

Just like before, I'm cut off, but this time it's by movements. My body is shifted, one of the arms that usually brings me comfort - but is now reminding me who Kakuzu is - settles under my legs, keeping me propped in a seated position with my back against his chest. His other arm wraps around me, his fingertips digging into my cheeks, and forcing my head to stay in place. "Open your eyes, Harlot. Open your eyes and see how much I hate you."

I try shaking my head, my focus on trying to keep my breathing even in hopes it'll help me not throw up. "Zu, please?" I plead again, wrapping my hands around his wrist, trying to tug his hold off my face.

"After everything I've done for you? After all the effort I put in? For you. For your honor. You won't even look at the work I've done? Are you ungrateful for the life I have given you? Are you ungrateful for the life that I saved?"

"No, I'm not ungrateful," I whisper, my cheeks warming up from the tears starting to trail down them.

Kakuzu's head dips, the material of his mask rubbing against the side of my head. "All I am asking of you is to open your eyes. Do you think you can do that for me, Crybaby?" He asks, his thumb sliding over my cheek, his gentle touch wiping away my salty tears.

"I can't," I sob, my nails digging into his wrist, threatening to mess up the forced tattoo weaved into his skin.

"Yes, you can. Open your eyes. See how much I hate you, see what I've done for you, see what happens when someone crosses you." I take a deep, jagged breath, slowly opening my eyes, causing fresh tears to fall easily. "That wasn't worth the bitching and crying now was it?" He grumbles, switching his arms around, and making me tumble against him a bit.

Kakuzu wasn't lying when he said he was going to skin his partner alive. His partner is kneeling on the ground, everywhere I look his exposed muscles are on display with what I'm sure are buckets of blood seeping from the skinning and various lacerations, decorating the bathroom floor with thick inky redness. The man barely looks alive as he wheezes for air, his body trembling from fear and probable shock. He stares up at us with tearful eyes, both his soon-coming death and pain swimming in them.

The sight makes me dry heave, the hand on my face jumping up to hold my hair as I sulk over, aiming to get sick on the floor instead of Zu's shoes if anything does come up. "You're annoying like this. It's nothing but a bit of blood and flesh," he grumbles, dropping his hold on my hair before his hand wraps around my eyes, tipping my head back so it's resting on his shoulder. "Deep breaths before you get sick and ruin my clothes."

I take quick, shallow breaths, fighting between listening to him and trying to make my heart pump with the fear it's no longer there. It takes a couple of moments and a hell of a lot more tears, but I do manage to calm myself down enough that it no longer feels like my lungs are going to bust.

"Such a Crybaby," Zu grumbles, releasing my eyes so his hand can rub my chest, gently trying to help the hiccups I gained during my meltdown go away. "I swear you're always bitching about one thing or another," he adds, moving me so I'm sitting upright again.

"Come here waste of man." Slowly, the mauled ball of flesh and blood crawls forward, more blood and pain-filled tears spilling from him as he moves. He stops an inch or two away from my slippers, his restraints not letting him get any closer. "Show us how sorry you are."

"My greatest apologies, Lady Kakuzu," the man hurries out, his body falling to the ground in as close to a bow as he can get. "I'm sorry for trashing your name and your honor. I am so sorry."

"I don't believe you are," Zu husks out, making my stomach hurt again. He gets too much of a kick out of these situations. He drags them on for a lot longer than I wish he would too.

"I am! I am sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forgotten my place. I'll remember it from now on. Kakuzu, please," the man cries, shooting painful chills throughout my body.

"Kakuzu - "

"Silence," he mutters, set on not letting me get a word in. "Where's your placement, scum?"

"Under Lady Kakuzu's feet. Even below that. Please. I'm the scum at the bottom of her shoes. I'm even worse than that. Please, just let me go."

"Kakuzu?" I try again, this time getting his hand wrapped around my mouth.

"Do you truly think that?" Zu asks the man, his sight pointed and cold as he glares down at his newest victim.

"Yes!" The man yelps, tugging on his unforgiving chains. "Of course I do. I do! Please let me go Kakuzu. I'm sorry for insulting your lady. I am!"

He chuckles, a faint imprint of a smile under his mask. "Go on then. Kiss her shoes, lick the scum off of them like the peasant you are." The man hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering between Zu and my slippers. "Straighten your leg. He can't obey orders if he's unable to reach your shoes," Kakuzu whispers, nuzzling the side of my head, his glare locked on his victim, daring him to act up.

I do as I'm told, straightening one of my legs out. Again, the man hesitates for a moment before pressing his lips against the sole of the slipper, his eyes locked on Zu the whole time. When approval isn't given, the man desperately starts stamping kisses up and down the bottom of my shoe, each one paired with an eye flicker toward the assassin. When that doesn't work either, the man locks eyes with Kakuzu again, his tongue sliding out to lap up the dirt and any other mess my slippers have picked up from the hotel carpet.

I tilt my head, looking at the man holding me, waiting for this to end just as much as the man at my feet. "Now the other," Zu finally mutters, starting to press masked kisses up my neck. I let my leg fall, lifting the other one before the man repeats his actions. Kakuzu hums in approval, his nose nuzzling my jawline this time as he watches. "What a pathetic way to live your last few moments," he grumbles, shifting my position in his arms again, holding me closer to his chest as he turns to walk away.

The man freaks out as I'm carried out of the bathroom, pleas, threats, and insults all thrown at Kakuzu. Again, like before, I'm settled into the closet, Zu resting me in the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows I've made. His eyes are swimming with a mix of arousal, madness, and anger as he stares at me, the melted gemstone color colder than usual when he looks at me.

Also again, his hand shoots forward, clinging to my cheeks. "You are mine, you understand that?"

"Yes, Zu."

"Say it right," he mutters, his freehand jumping to his face to pull his mask down.

"Yes, Kakuzu, I understand that I'm yours," I whisper, tilting my head in his hold, my eyes stuck on the warn-out carpet that makes up the hotel floor.

"I hate you," he whispers back, tilting my head back straight before leaning forward. Zu's lips lay against mine, his fingers tightening against my skin as he kisses me. "I hate you," he repeats, lips brushing mine as he speaks, courtesy of the lack of distance.

"I hate you too," I echo, looking into his eyes again. Some - but not all - of the crazy is gone from them, as is his anger. The pool of arousal mixed in hasn't been tamed though. If anything, it seemed to have grown. "Kakuzu?"

"Hush. I have more work to do, Harlot. Go back to your music and try to get some sleep," he orders, brushing kisses along my jawline. Despite everything tonight, the familiar feeling of his stitches rubbing against my skin still brings me comfort. Once he's satisfied, Zu slowly places my headphones back on me, taking the time to fix the strands of hair that got caught in the mix.

One more kiss is pressed to my lips before his mask is pulled back on and the closet doors are snapped closed. I flop into the pile of bedding, screwing my eyes shut and letting the music mix with my thoughts. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight.

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Pressure is added to my side, breaking the soft trickle of exhaustion and sadness I've been clinging to all night. Soon, the pressure tightens, fingers digging into my ribs to get a better hold on me. "Kakuzu!" I scream, shooting up from my laid position.

"Hush, you annoying little bitch," Zu grumbles, his hand falling to my ankle, his fingers wrapping around it before tugging me out of the closet. "You're still crying?" He groans, his eyes scanning over my face now that I'm in the light of the dim lamp. "You are unattractive when you cry. Stop crying before you make me go soft."

"What?" I ask, not making sense of Kakuzu's short lecture.

I'm ignored, grumbles I can't make out slipping from him as he bends down. I'm lifted again tonight, this time long enough for Zu to carry me across the room before dropping me on the bed. "You should be of use," he grumbles, snatching my ankle again so he can position me on my back, laid flat so he can climb on top of me.

"Zu," I murmur, not liking where this is heading.

"Always such a Crybaby," he groans, crawling onto the bed, his hands already working at tugging my clothing off. "I'm going to sleep in you. You're too much of a Crybaby to do anything until the morning," he mutters, his words coming out as a statement but meant as a question.

His eyes scan over my nude body, his hand gripping my thigh, and his thumb sliding back and forth over my leg, softly teasing me as he impatiently waits for me to respond. "Just... just sleeping... in me," I mutter, enjoying his soft touches but also hating that I'm enjoying them. Why does he have to know me so well? Why does he always get so needy after a kill?

That's a good enough answer for Kakuzu, his clothes peeled off of him just as quickly as he tugged mine off. "You liked it, didn't you?" He mutters, his arms wrapping under my knees, shifting down so they hook over his shoulders.

"I liked what?" I whisper, my pussy already tingling from the hot breath coating it as he lowers his head down.

"You liked what I did for you today," Kakuzu answers, his tongue sliding over the inside of my thigh, making my cunt tremble even more.

"No, I didn't," I deny, toying with his hair as I try to even out my breathing. It's not fair how quickly Zu can get me worked up. "You... you are a terrible man. You do - did - terrible things today."

"Do you think that?" He asks, eyes skating up to look at me. Kakuzu's eyes are shiny with sexual tension and entertainment blending with their chilled green color. "Your soaked little pussy doesn't seem to think so," he adds, shifting his head over. His tongue slides out, running over my pussy lips before he nibbles on them.

"You... you're playing with me. Of... of course my body is going... going to react," I push out, my ankles crossing behind his neck and my thighs sliding against his cheeks. I try tugging him down, quickly changing my mind, and pushing him away from me again.

Kakuzu chuckles, flatly and slowly running his tongue through my pussy before pulling away, my legs tumbling back to the bed because of his movements. "So quick to call me a bad man and then so quick to get soaked and squirmy for me. But," he starts, flipping us so we're on our sides, one of my legs buried under his body weight, and the other one held open by Zu. "I don't have the time tonight to stop the resentment you'll feel after I rape you so that'll have to wait until the morning."

My stomach drops with the statement; half from fear and half from excitement. Zu and I rarely have sex, partly because it messes with my head but mostly because he doesn't have the patience to calm me down afterward. "Yes, sir," I murmur, burring my head in his chest as my hand wanders his back, finding comfort in tracing the masks sewn into his back.

"I hate you," he grumbles, using his hold on my leg to tug me closer, the tip of his dick quickly bullying its way into me.

"Kakuzu," I whimper, my body already sparking in fearful anticipation. "You're going to hurt me." Zu is a big man, in all areas of the word. It even hurts taking him when I'm wet and stretched, which means it's going to tear me apart taking him like this.

"I know," he whispers into my hair, his head nuzzling mine upward. Once my face is lifted enough, Kakuzu smashes his lips against mine and slams his dick into me, his mouth catching the scream of pain that rips from my throat. "Stop crying," he grumbles, his nose rubbing the painful tears spilling down my face into my skin. "How can you be so pretty when you scream but so ugly when you cry?"

"It hurts," I whine, ripples of pain sizzling from my pussy as my nails dig into the stitches holding his masks in place. "I can't."

"You can and you will. Shut up and go to sleep," he orders, pushing my head back into his chest before he rests his chin on it. "After I rape you tomorrow, and once my work is done, we'll go shopping." The words are meant as a comfort, kind of, but they're not. If Kakuzu is willing to spend money on me, he's going to fuck me up badly in the morning.

I soak in the night's events, the torture and death he caused, in the events promised tomorrow, in the fear and arousal caused by it, the hatred I feel from being arousal, all of it. My nails dig in deep enough to break his skin, and I'm crying enough to soak both of us in my tears. Despite my meltdown, Kakuzu stays put and quiet, his dick stretching me out and pulsing as his chin rubs back and forth on my head, offering a small comfort in all the pain he's caused me today.

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Prickles of pain growing on my cheek rip me from my sleep, and my eyes snap open as my body attempts to shoot up. Kakuzu is laid on top of me, the hand used to smack me awake slithering down to grip my throat. The other one is buried between us, rubbing rough circles against my clit. "Zu?" I croak out, trying to squirm out from under him as my eyes blink away the remaining sleep in them.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you. Disgusting Harlot," he breaths against my neck, his teeth sinking into my throat and inch above the fingers squeezing my windpipe.

"Hey, wait a second," I wheeze, my fingertips wiggling their way between his palm and my throat, failing to loosen his grip. "Let me wake up a bit."

Kakuzu doesn't bother relaxing his jaw as he lifts his head, my skin giving in and ripping between his teeth. "If I did what you asked, I wouldn't be raping you, would I?" He husks in my ear, his fingers tightening, cutting off the little bit of air he was allowing. "I was trying to be nice, I was going to rape you while you slept, but your desperate little cunt wouldn't loosen enough to let me pull out without waking you."

It's a lie, I know it's a lie. He gets off on me being conscious, of me knowing and seeing what he's doing, of the fear that coats me when he acts like this. But still, the thought of being unaware of any of it is nice, even if it was fictionally taken from me.

Kakuzu loosens his grip on my throat, letting me coat my lungs in oxygen again. "Don't cry," he grumbles, pulling his touch away from my clit, his hand sliding up to rub his fingers through my hair. "Do you hear me? Don't you dare cry."

"If you weren't so harsh I wouldn't cry," I bite back, my defense melting the second his midnight moss-colored eyes meet mine. "I mean... um... yes sir."

He lets out an airy laugh, a smirk sliding onto his face as he glares at me. "I hate how easy you bend for me. You've gotten so complaint. It ruins the fun. If you weren't so complaint I wouldn't have to hurt you as much. How about we make a deal, my little Harlot."

"Okay," I whisper, not liking where this is going. Kakuzu is not a fair man and neither are his deals.

"For once I won't hold down your wrists. Do anything your pretty mind wishes. I won't hold it against you," he whispers down, his head dipping to brush kisses against my lips between his words. "Besides, the more you fight, the more excited I get. Maybe your raping will end early today." Fat chance but it's worth the effort, I guess.

"Okay," I repeat, letting my hands fall away from his, my fingers jumping out to cup his face. Maybe if I take him up on the deal, he'll be too shocked to keep going. I doubt it... still worth it. I let my fingertips slide over Kakuzu's cheeks, caressing him like I usually do. Once his eyes fall closed I shift my touches, digging my nails into his skin and tearing at it.

"Fucking bitch," he yelps, eyes snapping open, the green color of them dancing against the red of his blood so beautifully. Is this why he likes ripping me to shreds? "I didn't think you'd do it, you fucking," he cuts himself off by burying his head into my neck, his hips ripping himself out of me before slamming back in.

I yelp from the sudden friction, more prepared than yesterday but still not ready to take him. Zu's teeth dig into my throat again, as do his fingers, limiting my breathing again. "Ka... kaku... zu?" I spill out, my hands attempting to scratch at his face again, the suddenness of his actions catching me off guard. He said he wouldn't retaliate, he said anything I do wouldn't be held against me, this isn't fair. Why give me a chance to fight back if you're going to take it from me?

He chuckles, his teeth quickly forcing my throat to give way as he litters my neck in ripped skin and bleeding bite marks. "Come on, I know women are dumb but you're not that dumb. Did you think I wouldn't react to you fighting back?"

I can feel the tears prickle in my eyes. His teeth hurt, his thrusts hurt, my muscles hurt from trying to shove him off, his fingers promising to leave bruises on my throat hurt, and he's mean. Why does Kakuzu have to be so mean? He said I could fight back without being punished.

My nails continue to scratch at his face, occasionally catching on his stitches. The more he chuckles, the harder it is not to cry. "Get off of me, Zu," I sob, my nails saying screw it to his, shifting down to tear at his shoulders. If I snap the threads laces through his arms, maybe I'll be able to wiggle out from under him. "You said I could fight back," I wheeze, his hand tightening the longer I fight against him.

"Yes, I did. I didn't say I'd let you win though," he chuckles, loosening his grip long enough for me to suck in a breath before it's back to suffocating me. "Harlot, when are you going to learn you don't deserve rights? Women like you are only worth as much as your pussies are. Lucky for you, your pretty little cunt gets off on being violated and reminded of your use. It makes you worth something."

He babbles his degrading against my throat, his tongue sliding out to slither over the markings he's left, licking up my spilled blood as his mouth focuses on sucking bruises over the teeth imprints. The hand not wrapped around my windpipe shoots down, scooping at my juices as if to prove Kakuzu's rant. I hate his insults, I hate that they're right, and I hate that I've started to cry so soon. It's going to piss him off even more.

Slowly, he lifts himself, adding enough pressure that his movements are a threat to snap the bones of my neck. "I told you not to cry," he grumbles, wiping the fingers coated in my mess across my face, blood from his scratch marks dripping down to mix with the juices coating my cheeks. "At least you look pretty dotted with my blood, huh?"

"Please?" I spill out, my head light enough that I can't keep scratching at his stitches, my escape plan left forgotten. "Please stop," I wheeze, attempting to tug his fingers off again, trying to get just the smallest break to breathe.

"You're fine, stop crying," he orders, fingers loosening so I can huff a few breaths of air. "What do you want me to stop?" Zu asks, starting another one of his sick games.

"Stop..."

"Stop what?" He repeats, leaning down, eyes locked on mine and his nose brushing against mine. The more blood droplets that spill onto my skin, the more he squeezes, the faster his thrusts get, and the more I ache. It hurts having a man as thick as Kakuzu fucking himself into me, it hurts having so much of his weight pressed against my hips, my throat. "What do you want me to stop doing? Say it."

"Stop raping me," I whisper, my sight blurry now. Whether it's because of the lack of air or my fears, I'm not sure.

"Say it louder. I know you can say it louder," he demands, his voice angry and shaky with his end approaching. The bad side of us having sex once or twice a month is that Kakuzu is ruthless during it, the good side is he doesn't last long, especially when he spends the night buried in me.

"Stop raping me," I repeat, my voice louder and cracking as I speak.

"Again," he hisses, his hand once again threatening to make me pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Please. Kakuzu, please. Stop raping me. I'll do anything, Zu. Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to be raped. Please?" My voice is raspy from my screams, and my sight is speckled with black dots. It might have been a dumb move, one that'll thrust me into unconsciousness, but it was worth it.

"Shut up," Zu grumbles, his hand finally releasing my throat just to grip my face, nails digging into my cheeks and squeezing to keep me quiet. His dick is shoved into me again, uncomfortably stretching me out, his hips against mine, making them ache even more from the forced wide spreading of them. "You are repulsive when you cry. Why did you cry? It's ugly," Kakuzu lectures, his sperm quickly spilling into me, the warmth of it adding just a bit of relief to the constant pain in my body.

I stay quiet, soaking in the slow agony of being crushed under his weight, in the warmth of his seemingly never-ending finishing, in the sound of his pants and his hearts pounding.

Finally, he slowly lifts off of me, the warmth of his cum spilling out and coating my legs as his dick inches out from his movements too. "Why did you cry?" He repeats, kneeling between my legs, his eyes scrolling over my bruised and labored body. "I told you not to."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, the situation in front of me fucking with my head even more. Kakuzu violated me and I'm apologizing for crying. Kakuzu is the one sulking when I'm aching more than him, though, I did manage to get in quite a few scratch marks this time.

Again, he moves slowly, leaving me alone in the bed and exposed to the chill of the room. Despite moving away, his eyes still slide over me in circles. "I hate you," he whispers, silence falling over us again, the only noise being his jaw rotating and flapping with unheard words. Flapping with invisible apologies and thank yous.

Kakuzu will never admit but he doesn't like raping me, he doesn't like that this is the only way he can get off. It's not my fault our sex life lives in one or two days a month; it's his. If he wasn't so rough I'd be fine having sex more often, but he can't stop, and we both know it. Not that we haven't tried.

"Get out of bed. I have things to do and I can't start them until you've been disinfected and bathed." I sit up, pain shooting everywhere it can reach as I move. "I will be back. Put on some clothes while I'm away."

"I thought I was bathing? Where are we going?" I ask, carefully placing myself on my feet, and leaning against the bed for extra support.

"You are. I am going to inform Sasori that you will be using his tub, and then we shall come back here so I can bathe as well."

Oh...

My eyes trail after Zu, watching him pull some clothes on before heading toward the door. "Kakuzu?"

"Harlot?" He sighs, stopping with his hand on the door.

I race forward, ignoring the pain threatening to snap my bones or make my muscles give out. I crash into him, wrapping my arms around his sides and burying my head between his shoulder blades. "I hate you, Kakuzu," I whisper against his skin, painful tears once again escaping my eyes because of my dumb decisions.

"I hate you too."

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto shippuden smut #kakuzu oneshot #kakuzu x reader #kakuzu smut #kakuzu #fuck I need therapy

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13as07 · 16 days

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Saw your recent Kiba oneshot, I liked it very much! Just wondering if this oneshot might possibly be continued for 1 more part.

Thanks :)

Lmao sure I can do a part two but it’ll probably be a smut

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Cats and Dogs #1

(Kiba Inuzuka)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Marimari999]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,570

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Fighting

Gets heated at the end

Scratching

Hair Pulling

Biting

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"You look stupid, Izuno-Chan," Neji mutters, his hands buried in my hair, messing it up. "Take the dumb ears off, they're distracting."

"Stop looking at them and you'll stop being distracted, nyaa?" I counter, tilting my head, and letting my eyes fall closed. My arms wrap around the moody boy, cuddling up to him as he plays with my head. I stretch my neck out on his chest too, making sure he can feel the vibrations of my vocal cords as I spill noises of approval.

"I hate cats," he spits out, his hands falling to toy with the bell I've strung onto my village regulation headband. "Take your ears off," Neji grumbles again, tapping the bell so it softly rings every other beat.

"Why, my Lord? Are you ashamed of my heritage? Are you ashamed to have an Izuno on your squad, nyaa? Are you ashamed to have a member of the quote and quote cat clan on your team?" I tease, sliding my nails gently across his sides as I nuzzle my nose against his neck.

"Wha... what? Of course, not. And stop calling me your lord!" Neji yells, my teasing working only a moment before his hand is gripping the headband reading around my neck, using it to peel me off of him. "I don't see why you insist on touching me all the time."

"Because she's a cat, silly," Lee's voice rings out, instantly making me perk up. Neji might be my favorite squad mate to pester but Lee is my favorite to love on. Though, Tenten is a close second.

"Lee!" I chirp, struggling - but managing - to wiggle out of Neji's hold. "Lee," I repeat my tone a hiss this time instead of chirping with excitement to see him. The mixed smell of woody cologne, grass, and a hint of sweat fills my nose, the added scent of fur tipping me off the most. "Why do you smell like an Inuzuka?"

"Now just listen for a moment, okay?" He starts, hands up in defense and his eyes bouncing around the street. "Sensei and I ran into squad eight on the way here. It's no big deal, Gai-Sensei just agreed to have dinner with them and I told you the cologne wouldn't work!" Lee's tone rises as he attempts to slowly back away. By the end he's dashing down the street with me hot on his heels as he yells at Sensei, I assume.

The chase is afoot. Lee running for his life screaming, me running after him as I yell about him being a trader, Sensei chasing after the both of us insisting that I stop or that Lee let me tackle him, and Neji taking up the rear as he complains about us embarrassing him. When our path crosses Tenten's, who was on the way to meet all of us, she joins in, jogging alongside Neji.

Well, the chase is afoot until the sound of Kakashi and Naruto plotting to stop us filters into my ears. Lee might be able to squirm out of Naruto's hold but I know I can't do the same with Kakashi, a disappointing end to my Cat and Mouse game.

As planned, when Lee and I pass by, Naruto jumps at Lee and Kakashi springs forward, his hands scooping me up under my arms and dangling like a... well, a cat. "Hello," the older man says, his head resting against mine.

"Kakashi," I hiss, my eyes slit as I glare at the pile of Lee and Naruto wrestling on the ground. "Put me down."

"Why? So you can join the cat-fight?" He hums, one of his arms swooping down to hold my legs, shifting me so my weight is evened out in his hold better. "Wouldn't cuddles and watching those two go at it be better?"

"You're trying to distract me," I fizz out, trying to ignore the older man rubbing his forehead against mine. "It's not going to work, nyaa," I add, my eyes slowly going back to normal as they flicker between Kakashi and the boys fighting. I trying my best to hold on to my territorial anger but it's not working so well.

"Except it is," the teacher points out, pulling away so the both of us can watch Gai-Sensei attempt to pull Lee and Naruto away from their playful sparring match. "Tell me cat, why is Lee your mouse today?"

"Lee isn't a mouse," a monotone voice says, tugging my sight toward the corner Kakashi and Naruto were hiding around. An off-brand-looking Sasuke slithers out from the corner, looking ghostly pale as he heads towards us. "Nor is she a cat," he adds, standing next to Kashi.

"Don't argue with your Sensei, Sai. I assure you she's as close to a cat as a person can get. See?" Kakashi answers, two fingertips settling on my top jaw, pushing my mouth open to show off my canines. "Not to mention the claws Gai's kitten tends to walk around with and her slitted eyes that give her sight advantages. Her sense of hearing and smell is excellent as well." As he educates his student, I'm poked and prodded at, the teacher showing off my perfectly maintained nails and messing with me enough to make my eyes slit in response.

"That’s enough," Neji intervenes, snatching me from the older man and setting me on my feet, making sure to keep a grip on me so I can't jump Gai-Sensei and Lee. "If you piss her off, I have to deal with it."

The Sai guy looks me over, a weird smile on his face as he hums. "So she's like Kiba?"

"What?!" I yell, shoving my elbow into Neji as I squirm in his hold, sights set on tearing Kakashi's newest student to shreds. "I am nothing like that dumb, smelly dog!"

"You have to be kidding me," Neji grumbles, grasping at me just as quickly as he loses his hold.

"My pretty kitty!" Gai sings out, sweeping me off my feet in a similar way to his friend. I don't get why everyone insists on holding me all the time. It's annoying and an invasion of my space. I swear I'm going to bite the next person who picks me up.

I sulk in his arms, sending my annoyed look toward Tenten who giggles in response. "Put me down, Sensei."

"Why are you always so mean to me, Izuno-Chan? You let Neji hold you," Sensei whines, trying to nuzzle up to me.

I shift around in his hold, shoving him away from me as I try to squeeze out of his arms. "Ya, well Neji smells like honeysuckles. You smell like sweat and Kakashi's annoying mutts all the time."

"My dogs aren't annoying," the other teacher murmurs, looking a little deflated from my words. I swear I hate dog people more than I hate dogs.

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"Izuno-Chan, let's try a smile please," Sensei cheers, using his fingers to showcase the shape of one as he smiles at me. "We're having dinner with our coworkers. You don't have to be friends but please be nice."

"I can smell him and his ratty little mutt from here," I grumble, my eyes unwillingly slit as they slide over the ground, picking up on every paw and shoe print. It's true, I can smell Kiba and Akamaru from here but surprisingly, for once they don't smell half bad. Maybe their Sensei made them wash the wet dog smell out of their coats.

"It'll be okay, Izuno-Chan! I'll get some of that herbal tea you like to smell so you can't smell Kiba and his dog, okay?" Lee chirps, his hand gripping my shoulders as he bounces around behind me.

As we walk into the restaurant, his hands jump up, toying with my ears and the hair surrounding them. It's a nice relaxer but doesn't do the job of completely calming me down. The closer to the table we get, the more it feels like my hair is standing on end. I hate dogs, I hate Inuzukas, and I hate this stupid dinner hangout Gai-Sensei planned.

Why is he and Kurenai so hell-bent on Kiba and me getting along? Don't they know cats and dogs are mortal enemies? All dumb dogs do is bark and chase. Would it kill them to take a chill pill now and again?

As if to solidify my thoughts, Kiba's laughter echoes throughout the room, his little mutt - who isn't so little anymore - barking as if to laugh too. Akamaru is a lot bigger than the last time I saw him, putting me even more on edge.

When we're a foot or two away from the table, said dog takes notice. His ears shift back, his tail still between his legs, and his head low. "Dumb dog," I grumble, barring my teeth just enough for the tips of my canines to poke out.

"Says the sneaky feline," Kiba mutters, his eyes a bit slit as he glares at me. "What? Still no tail to go with the ears?"

"What? Still no girl to dump your litter into?" I retaliated, causing my Sensei to jump forward, his hand sliding over my mouth to shut me up.

Gai-Sensei and Kurenai apologize back and forth on our behalf, Kiba and I glaring at each other the whole time as our squad mates start to mingle among each other. Dumb dog. "You're one to talk. Last time I checked you don't have a partner either. Though, it's no surprise you haven't managed to sink your claws into a man yet," Kiba mumbles, both me and his teacher picking up on his rant.

Kurenai shoots a warning glare at her student, a silent lecture spilling from her eyes. The smugness I feel only lasts a moment or two, my lecture quickly following. "Be nice, Izuno-Chan, or I swear I'll let Kakashi borrow you to help Sai understand the animalistic traits many clans of our village have. Am I understand?" Sensei's tone is soft and cheery in my ear, though the threat still pokes through the sugary coat it's wearing.

"Yes sir," I huff, shifting my sight away from Kiba's and my staring contest.

"Good, now go sit down," Sensei orders, a thumb sliding over the back of my ears as his other fingers massage my scalp. Great, now my hair is going to smell like Kakashi's mutts too.

When Gai-Sensei pulls away, I let my eyes skirt back towards the table. I can sit next to the dogs... or between Tenten and Neji, which would leave me directly in the middle of their confused flirting situation. Why can't they just sit next to each other? Or admit their feelings to each other?

Dogs or third wheel? Dogs or third wheel? Neji's head snaps away, his cheeks dusted in pink embarrassment from whatever Tenten just said. Dogs it is.

Reluctantly I slide into the seat next to Kiba, both our Senseis not so secretly excited about my choice. Sadly for Lee, he's stuck between the two love birds. At least he's oblivious enough not to notice I guess.

Akamaru bares his teeth as I settle in place, a soft growl spilling from his muzzle. My eyes shoot down, slit and warning as I stare at the mutt. I hiss back at him, my teeth showing off just as much. The fleabag grumbles, walking along the underside of the table twice before crawling under his master's chair to lie down.

Kiba leans towards me, an exaggerated smile on his face. "I hope Akamaru bites you," he whispers, quite pleased with himself.

I smile back at the personified dog, leaning closer so he can smell the citrus oil I put on before this dreaded super. The curled distaste of his nose is enough to add a hint of truth to my smile. "I hope it's not too late for your mother to get you fixed."

"Pussy," he growls, his jaw clenching as he continues to smile, eyes flickering towards the Senseis that are whispering among themselves, their own eyes flickering towards us.

"Mutt."

"Well isn't this going to be fun," Tenten mutters next to me, rolling her eyes at the two of us as she looks over the menu.

"At least we get free entertainment," Hinata adds, the two girls giggling at Kiba and me bickering.

Kiba's foot slides around under the table, quickly finding the leg of my chair. Once he's sure it is my chair, he kicks it, making the chair and me jerk. I swear to the Lord above, I. Hate. Dogs.

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"Knock it off!" I hiss, swatting at Kiba once again tonight, causing him to howl with laughter.

The mangy mutt has been tugging on my ears all night. If it's not my ears he's messing with, it's the bell on my headband. "If you don't want me tugging on them, you shouldn't wear them."

I let out a huff, scanning the street again. Neji and Hinata left dinner early to help their chief with something. Tenten and Shino agreed to help set up the school dance tonight so they left a few minutes ago. Lee just straight-up vanished sometime during dinner. He probably scurried off to help Neji and Chief Hyuga with whatever it was they had to do.

All that has left me alone outside, sadly with Kiba and his dog, as we wait for our Senseis. Gai-Sensei insisted on - more like ordered - walking me home, as ever the gentleman he is. Kiba argued about walking his Sensei home too, insisting she is too far along in her pregnancy to be left unattended. Dogs might be the dumbest beings on Earth, but all beasts have their good qualities, even dumb mutts. It just so happens that loyalty is their only redeeming quality.

Akamaru impatiently does another lap, running a few paces away before turning around and running back to his master. I don't know why it's taking Gai so long to pay the damn bill. Actually, I do. He's probably inside fighting with Kurenai over who's going to pay. Gai is too much of a gentleman to let her pay and Kurenai is too stubborn to let him pay. I swear I can't wait for this obnoxious night to end.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kiba shift again, his hand slowly inching towards my ears for the hundredth time. "Kiba," I hiss, my eyes trailing his every movement. "I swear," I try to warn, turning my head to fully glare at him. "If you pull my ears again, I'm going to hurt you."

"Sure you will, Pussy Cat. I'm trembling with fear," he chuckles, lunging forward, his fingers cling to my ears, tugging on them rougher than before.

“Kiba!” I wail, one hand jumping up to pull his hand away, the other one shooting forward, slapping his face. My nails dig into his cheek, leaving four shallow scratch marks on his skin. They’re shallow but blood still melts out from the wounds, starting to spill down his face in thin red lines.

“The hell did you just do?” He barks, his hands pulling away from my ears like I wanted. One of his hands grips my hair, snapping my head back so it’s pressed against the brick wall of the restaurant. His other hand grips my wrist, pressing it against the wall above my head.

My eyes are slit, picking up on every whisper of a movement. Kiba’s teeth are bared, hisses of breath spilling out between them as he looks down at me. My breath is as thick as his, but I’m doing a better job at hiding it… I think. “Kiba?” I whisper, my free hand sliding against the one he has buried in my hair.

“I asked you a goddamn question. What the hell do you think you’re doing scratching me?” He repeats, leaning further down, his sharp teeth sliding against my ear as he speaks. “I hate cats. Especially nasty sneaky ones like you.”

“I’m sorry, Kiba. I didn’t mean to, it was just an instinct reaction, I swear,” I murmur, my eyes scanning for a way out.

I can’t tell if I hate or like this. Kiba smells like a gross dog, but his teeth sliding against my ear sends shivers down my spine. His husky tone adds to the shivers, but him towering over me, pressing me against the wall is a bit scary… and hot. Though his cockiness is ticking me off. What a dumb dog. I could scratch him again, that might work or it could make everything worse. “Let me go.”

“Or what? You’ll scratch me again?” He chuckles in my ear, his canines nicking my ear, threatening to bubble out a noise I don’t want him to hear. “Fine, I’ll let you go.” Oh, thank the Lord. “Under one condition.” Dumb bully of a dog.

“Let me go, Mutt,” I hiss again, trying to puff myself up to seem bigger. I try tugging his hold off too, hoping to get my wrist or at the very least my hair loose; it doesn’t work.

“How cute. The pretty kitten thinks puffing herself up will scare me off. I promise my condition isn’t that bad, kitty cat.”

My eyes snap around the street, scanning for an out that I once again don’t find. “Alright, fine. What’s your condition?”

“You marked me with an instinctive reaction so it’s only fair if I mark you with one too.”

“Kiba,” I try to hiss, his name coming out more as fear than as the headstrong tone I was trying. “What does that mean?”

“Just a small bite, it’ll hurt less than those sharp little claws of yours,” he murmurs, his head slowly shifting down from my ear, his nose sliding over my skin as he tumbles down. “I can’t believe you’re petty enough to dose yourself in citrus,” Kiba whispers against my neck, causing shivers to twirl around my spine again. “You know, I think next we’re forced to hang out I’ll coat myself in peppermint,” he adds, his tongue slithering out to slide over my neck.

“Nyaa,” the sound spills out of me before I can stop it, my eyes - which I didn’t notice were closed - snap open, being met with the cocky smile smeared on Kiba’s lips. “That’s… that’s not a bite,” I push out, baring my teeth as I tug on his wrists again.

“No, it’s not. Are you going to mew when I bite you too?” He asks, words drowning in cockiness. The dumb mutt slides his tongue over my neck a couple more times, tempting me to spill another noise. Luckily, I don’t, which chips away at Kiba’s attitude. “What a shame,” he starts whispering into my skin, tightening his hold on my hair and tugging my head further back. “Oh well, at least you won’t taste like citrus now.”

The dumb dog tests his jaw against my neck, barely resting his teeth against my skin. His teeth leave my skin, only for a second, before they latch onto my skin again. “Nyaa!” The sound rips from my throat, coming out a lot louder than last time.

Kiba giggles, his teeth sharp and deep in my skin this time, threatening to draw blood. “Keep meowing, kitty,” he orders, his words coming out muffled as he sinks his teeth deeper.

“Kiba?”

“Meow,” he orders again, his canines finally breaking my skin, the warmth of my blood trickling out from around his teeth.

“Nyaa, nyaa, nyaa. Kiba, let me go. Nyaa,” I cave, tugging on his hold again.

Chuckles spill from the man as he pulls away, a drop or two of my blood dripping from his sharp teeth. “What a dumb cat.”

“Stupid mutt,” I hiss, rolling my wrist that was pinned against the wall as my other hand jumps up to press against the bite mark shoved into my skin.

Silence falls between us for a moment, Kiba grinning ear to ear as he rubs his fingertips over the scratches stamped into his cheek. I shoot my glare at our feet, tracing the outline of his teeth left on my neck. I hate dogs, I hate how cheery they are, how cocky they can be. Dumb dogs. Dumb Kiba.

“Dear Lord,” my Sensei’s voice cuts through the silence, tugging both of our attentions toward him. “Will you two ever stop fighting? If you won’t, can’t you guys at least keep it verbal?”

Kurenai laughs, her hands rubbing over her round belly. “What do you expect, Gai? Inuzukas and Izunos fight like cats and dogs. It’s in their blood to hate each other.”

“Oh, ya. I hate cats all the way down to my DNA,” Kiba seconds, leaning down as he walks past, his nose brushing mine for a second until his steps force him to part from me again. “See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya,” he calls over his shoulder, looping his arm through his Sensei’s before they head down the street, his dog following close behind.

My eyes trail after him, hating him even more with every step he takes. “I hate dogs,” I grumble, softening my eyes when I shift them towards Gai-Sensei.

“I know,” he chuckles, his fingertips sliding over my ears. “And they hate you.”

I know they do… I think.

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Jashin’s Angel

(Hidan)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to MauroIllustrator]

Requested by: @reincarnatedornotimfucked

Word Count: 3,995

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I learn the most unneeded shit for some of my fics

Also a lot of my fics involve sleeping. Maybe it's a sign I need to sleep more

Tad bit unhinged

Threats/talk of death

Toxic Religious Themes

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My eyes roll over the heap of bedding and limbs curled up on my bed. It's weird, seeing someone using my bed after leaving it untouched for so long. I've always insisted Pain remove it from my room since it has no use. All it does is take up space but I guess it's a good thing it wasn't removed.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. Usually, I sharpen my scythe or pray to Jashin while the others sleep. Occasionally, I sit outside or walk the forest edges with Itachi since it seems he doesn't need sleep either. Despite all that, I can't bring myself to leave the room in search of my fellow nocturnal member. Or to perform either of my usual nightly habits. What if it wakes her?

What do I care if it wakes her? She fell asleep in my room, if my routine wakes her, it's her fault.

My eyes scan the darkness, searching for the place I left my scythe as I make my mental checklist. Scythe, stone, water, sandpaper, rag. I repeat the list to myself, slowly collecting the items, and leaving them to rest on my desk.

I'm moving slowly because I want to, because there's no point rushing around, that is all. I freeze when my scythe clicks against the floor because I want to, because I want to prepare for any complaint or bitching that might have followed. No other reason.

I need to head toward the kitchen to collect my bowl of water, then I can sharpen my weapon. Unlike before, I stall in front of my bedroom door, my hand resting on the handle. I turn to the side, sights wandering my bed, the red bedsheets that have never been used before tonight, and the unhidden snip bits of the woman sleeping in it.

The longer I look at her, the longer I think about leaving her alone in my room, the more uneasy I get. My stomach feels upset like it did that time Kakuzu and I had bad sushi. It feels like I'm shaking to the point that my eyes glance at the door handle to make sure I'm not. My heart thumps against my chest too, harder than it ever has, an annoying reminder that I am not a God like Jashin. The longer I stare, the more irritated I get, and the more I believe something will happen to her while I'm away.

What do I care if something happens to her? It would be a waste of a sacrifice, yes, but she is not irreplaceable. It would be even better if someone attacked her while I was away. That would mean I had more sacrifices to offer my God.

I finally push the handle down, letting my door creak open. I turn my head again, checking on her - because I want to pick a fight, not because I care if the sound woke her. Sadly, there will be no fight, seeing how she doesn't even stir in her sleep.

I let out a sigh, of annoyance, as I walk out of my room. The further I walk away from my room, the more sick my stomach feels. Maybe something was wrong with the food Kakuzu and I brought back to the hideout today. I'm sure that's what it is.

I move quickly around the kitchen, eager to get back to my room. To see if my gut is right, that's why. I want to see if there is an unwanted person within the walls of the hideout. I want to see if I have another sacrifice for Jashin. That is all.

My walk back to my room is as irritating as walking out of my room was. If I move too fast the bowl of water will spill, leaving me out of my room longer. I will miss my extra sacrifice, the extra offering to my God. That is why I'm so eager to get back to my room, why I'm so annoyed that I filled the bowl too full.

I open my door slowly, so the water doesn't spill, not so I don't wake her. Like I said before, she fell asleep in my room. If I wake her, it's her fault. She should sleep in her room, that's what it's there for.

When my attention falls on my bed again, I don't feel sick anymore. I bet she's a witch, one that places a curse on me. I shall ask Jashin to rid me of her curse.

I settle the bowl on the desk, glancing at the inconvenience in my bed once again. Still, no fight brewing, what a waste. As much of a waste as my bed and her taking up space in my room. In the morning I shall tell her I will present her with death if she falls asleep in my bed ever again.

I place myself in the chair by my desk, letting the stone soak in water as I wipe down the blade of my scythe. As is work, I notice myself slowly inching toward my bed, toward the woman sleeping in my sheets. I'm interested in what sleep is, that is the reason I wish to be close to her, to watch what it is to sleep.

She will die, in the morning. She can be my next sacrifice. A good one at that. That is why I'm drawn toward her so often because Jashin wishes to have her.

I repeat the words - and my actions - as I sit next to my bed, spending the passing hours watching the night slowly bleed into the day. Watching the way the sunrise dances across her skin, the way it makes her hair glow.

Yes, she's an angel, one of Jashin's. That is why He wants her back. His angel escaped His heavens and lost her way upon her path. I do not blame Him for wanting her back. As soon as she wakes, I'll return her to Jashin, I'll give back what is His.

As the yellow of the sun starts to seep into the blue of the sky, she stirs. Her limbs move slowly like they haven't been oiled in a long time. A delicate wrist shifts upward, glowing beautifully in the sunlight as she rubs her eyes. It looks fragile like I could snap it without thinking, like my scythe could slice through it easier than water. Seeing her like this makes it hard to believe she's survived with the Akatsuki this long, that she spends her time among murderers and assassins, and that Pain's pet isn't a kitten.

"Hidan?" Her voice slides out. It's jagged, not as smooth but still as soft as it is during the day.

I'm going to rid the Earth of this witch that curses me with sickness, this freeloader that finds root in my bed, the dead weight clinging to the leader of the Akatsuki -

"Good morning. I'm sorry I fell asleep in your bed. I didn't mean to." Her voice cuts my thoughts off, her words wrapping themselves around my lungs and squeezing them.

- but not this morning. Perhaps I'll return her to Jashin this afternoon.

"Good morning," I echo, climbing to my feet. "Did you sleep well, Angel?" The word slips out before I can stop it, my voice being the one to strangle my lungs now.

Her head tilts, making the curtain of hair slide across her face. Her pink dusted, teeth grinned face. "Better than I have in a while."

"Why is that?"

"Because your bed smells like you."

I change my mind, I'm going to kill her after breakfast.

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I'm irritable today, and it only seems to get worse every time Pain touches Jashin's angel. I am not a man of science, I completely offer myself to my religion. Still, even I know how genetics work, and the longer I look at the two of them, the less similar they seem.

Is that why you're here, Jashin's Angel? Because a member of blood is in charge of all of us? Or is he your life partner? Do you love him? Why do you love such a person like Pain? Because his eyes search for you in every room? Because he pats your head when he finds you? Because the only time he smiles is when he speaks to you? If another performed those actions, would you love them too? Is mortal love that shallow? Does it waiver so much easier than my love for Jashin?

Pain's sights cross mine, his eyes freezing over when he figures out where I'm staring. His hand slithers up, wrapping around his pet's eyes, cutting off my view of their sparkle. He tilts her head back, making her neck extend. I swear the sun makes her skin shimmer like stones in a river.

I don't understand my Lord. Is this a test of my loyalty to you or a reward for my dedication? Perhaps my earlier thoughts were right. Perhaps she is a witch using spells to mess with my functions, my thoughts. Or perhaps she's a talented shinobi, able to use justus most cannot, just like Pain.

Pain, who has Jashin's Angel pressed against him, who has his hand around her eyes, has her head on his shoulder, whose lips are whispering things into her ear. Pain who I want to tear into pieces for myself, and not for Jashin. Pain who finally lets the wingless Angel go.

Her eyes aren't shiny like before, they're rather dull, a milked color from whatever he was telling her. Her smile is present, as always, but it doesn't affect me like it did this morning. No. This morning I wanted to cut the smile off of her face for the way it made me feel, but now? Now it makes me want to hurt Pain, makes me want to figure out what he said to dull the Heavens that seep for the Angel's being.

"I'm going on a walk," she starts, the noise in the room instantly falling mute. "I hope you all return safely from your missions." She bows her head, her hair curling around her again, and somehow picking up every ray of sun. 'Thank you's spill from the room as she stands straight, her smile different once again, just a drop of the one I saw this morning present in the one she's wearing.

She leaves the room, unlike usual, without Pain following her nor him waving Kakuzu after her; his silent command to my partner to watch his pet from the shadows as she adventurous outside 'alone'.

The longer she's gone without Kakuzu being sent after her, the harder it is to breathe. Again, this time it's different from this morning. It's not the lightheaded lack of air I felt when she wished me a good morning. It's... just different. It's the lack of air I felt leaving her alone in my room.

I don't care if she gets attacked, if she lives or dies, but it would be a waste of a sacrifice. If she is one of His angels, it might upset Him if a non-believer killed her. Yes. That's why I am uneasy about the situation. That is all, nothing else.

Once again, I do not understand my Lord. Why is Pain sending her alone? No one leaves the hideout alone, not even Pain. I do not understand what I am supposed to do. Have I been sent here to kill her? Or am I here to protect her? I need a sign, a hint in the direction you wish for me to follow. I do not understand. Please, Jashin.

I let out a soft sigh, finally pulling my eyes away from the exit, and letting them settle on the window outside. Perched on a branch is an oval-shaped bird. Its face marked with round eyes and almost horn-like feathers gives way to what it is; an owl, out in the daylight. I guess you can't be any more clear, can you, Jashin?

I go to move, my mind set on my orders to protect the Angel, but I'm stopped before I can even stand. Kakuzu's hand is wrapped around the arm of my chair, keeping it - and me - in place. He leans toward me, most of his focus still on the words Pain is saying. "It's a trap," he husks out, tone low and his body not daring to move even an inch.

"What?"

"It's a trap," he repeats, slowly letting go of my chair. "If you leave the meeting, he will use it to justify killing you, or as close to killing as you can get. He will spin it as you lacking loyalty," Kakuzu says, the words spilling out like slime from his mouth.

"Why?"

"He does not take kindly to his... Dearest getting attached to someone other than him."

I think over Kakuzu's words for a moment, my eyes locked on the Owl still perched outside. Jashin, I cannot follow after your Angel this time. I can't protect her if I am not around, please forgive me.

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I'm tucked around the corner from the open door, sitting in one of the shadows, my eyes locked on the Angel as she sits on the porch. Her hair is down, lightly swirling around because of the breeze running through it. It's going to the storm, but despite the greying air and the dark clouds in the sky, she still seems to glow. Maybe my Lord's Heavens does seep from her body.

"You're creeping me out," she says, her words carried backward by the breeze, catching me off guard. "You have been, all afternoon. Come sit or go find someone else to peep on."

Slowly I leave the darkness I failed to hide in, letting the sun envelope me the same way it doesn't her. I stand behind her, careful not to touch her in fear of Jashin becoming unhappy, in fear of her bursting into a pile of feathers before she leaves me for the Lord's Heavens.

"Phillipa - the owl that sleeps in the old dying tree," she starts, tilling her head up so her words reach me better. "He's very active this morning."

"Phillipa?"

She hums a yes, nodding her head a bit in agreement. "It's a foreigner's name. One from across the seas. I read it in a book once and thought it sounded cool when Pain said it."

That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. "I don't understand you mortals," I mumble, scanning the tree branches for this 'Phillipa', my hand buried in my hair so I can scratch my head. My Lord, your Angel is not the smartest person you've crossed my path with.

"What don't you understand about us?"

"Why you bother naming an owl, especially a name such as that. It's a waste naming something that's going to die so soon."

A soft "hmph" exits her lips, her head tilting to the side instead of being tilted towards me. "I guess you and Nag - er - Pain have a lot more in common than I thought."

"I don't understand." I'm starting to get ticked off with the day. It seems there's not much happening today I do understand.

"Hidan? Do you know my name?"

"No."

"No one does, not even Pain. He never bothered naming me. He's just always called me Dearest, since the very beginning."

Maybe my thoughts from earlier were wrong, maybe she is Pain's blood. That's what she's making it seem like. "Oh."

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her head snapping to the left. Angel is suddenly perky, her eyes scanning the hidden path that leads to the main paths of the forest.

"For what?" I ask, my eyes flickering between her and the area she's locked in so intensely.

"My brother's attempt at a trap this morning. He's quite upset I fell asleep in your bed last night. Give it a few days and he'll be back to normal again."

They are blood, and for whatever reason, it gives me that lightheaded airlessness from this morning. "There is something else I do not understand."

"What might that be?" Angel asks, balling herself up, knees to chest, and arms around her legs. Her eyes are still stuck on the edge of the forest. What might it be that has her so entranced?

"Why are you here? You do not go on missions, you do not work, you do not do house chores, and it seems you are not Pain's life partner, at least not an appropriate one. Why is it that Pain keeps you around?"

"Because we're family."

"That is not an answer!" I bark at her, my temper quickly slipping from my grasp. I hate this Angel you have sent me Jashin. She makes me sick, she makes it hard to breathe, she makes me feel lost, and she confuses me. I do not understand my Lord. What is it that you could see in her? What is it that you see me needing her for?

Her position doesn't change from my yelling or me fuming behind her. Her eyes don't even blink. "I'd be careful yelling. He doesn't take too kindly to people that raise their voices at me."

"Who?"

"Me." The single word sends shivers down my spine, Pain's low voice being the main cause of it, and his closeness to my ear being the backup cause. Forgive me for my anger towards you, Jashin, and please grant me the ability to survive whatever I'm about to be put through.

"Hidan?" His Angel calls again, her voice feeling like a cure to some of the dread-filled anticipation brewing in my veins. "Love."

"What?"

"The answer to your question. It's love. My brother keeps me around because he loves me."

"No, I don't," Pain grumbles, his hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into my skin.

Angel's cure no longer works as I'm being dragged backward, but still, she's the last thing I see before the door slams closed. Please Jashin, forgive me for my anger and help me survive the actions about to be taken against me so I can continue learning from and watching over your Angel.

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Being buried alive hasn't been all that bad. It's given me a lot of time to talk to Jashin. A lot. It's also given me a lot of time to think about... Jashin's Angel.

Maybe I'm reading into it too much. Maybe it's all been a coincidence. Maybe my thoughts are just my disconnection from Jashin since I haven't been able to make a sacrifice in... a while. Maybe. I don't know how long I've been down here. Long enough to make my stomach grumble. Perhaps Pain will succeed at killing me.

What about His Angel though? What is His plan for us? She doesn't talk much. Most of the time I'm not even sure she's breathing. She doesn't even have a name. Even I have a name. That is something everybody has. Perhaps Dearest is her name. Tell me, Angel, are you Jashin's Dearest too?

The sound of shifting dirt rattles through the small space Pain left me with. It's not an uncommon sound, I've come to learn. I have thought about the cause of the noise for a while too; footsteps over me, the Earth adjusting itself, animals catching my scent and attempting to dig me up, shovels.

Shovels? The curved metal end of a shovel pokes through the dirt, barely an inch away from my face. Who's on the other side? Pain? Kakuzu? Jashin? The next time the shovel digs into the Earth, the end of it knocks into my nose, sending a small river of blood down my cheek. Definitely Kakuzu.

"Be more careful you old bastard!" I yell, shifting myself around to help him dig me out. It doesn't take long before I can pop out of the Earth, the soil spilling out of my hair and tumbling back to the ground. "What took you so damn long to find me?" I grumble, shaking my hair and my clothes to help more excess dirt fall off of me.

"I had to talk Itachi into letting me borrow his crow."

My focus sticks on the ground, the voice answering my question most definitely not being Kakuzu. Slowly, I lift my head, the recently common lightheaded airlessness filling my chest. Standing in front of me is Jashin's Angel, wrapped up in her white bedroom robe. Very unfitting to play in the dirt, but certainly helps her look even more like an Angel. Curled in her shadows with its hair standing on end is very much not a crow.

"Calm down. It's just a transformation jutsu," she mutters, dropping her hands into the release sign. A puff of clouds wraps around the beast, Itachi's crow appearing once the air clears the space. "Crows aren't exactly known for being able to track scents."

"I thought you were Kakuzu."

She rolls her eyes, tapping her shoulder like I've seen Itachi do. The crow happily flaps his wings, gently landing on Angel's shoulder before rubbing its beak against her cheek. "My bad, would you like me to fetch your Prince Charming for you?" Perhaps she talks more than I thought. I shake my head no, somehow more dirt falls out of my hair. "Then stop complaining."

I slowly climb to my feet, letting myself hover closer to her than usual. The ends of her robe are filthy, as are her house slippers, both cakes in bed. A bag catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. My eyes flicker between the bag and the Angel as I try to piece the situation together. It's a big bag and a heavy one from what it seems. Is that why Itachi's crow was a beast instead of just a dog? "What's with the bag?"

"My brother is a psychopath. Well... you all are psychopaths."

"What does that have to do with the bag?"

"It's my apology present from Pain. For using me. As a pawn. Because he doesn't like you."

"The bag... is a present... that is here with us."

"Of course not, dumbie. What's in the bag was my apology present. I have no use for him and he cannot live after being around the Akatsuki, so I figured he could be of use to you. There's also a sandwich in there for you but it's probably crushed," she mutters the last part, turning in a slow circle before looking at the bird perched on her shoulder.

After a moment or two, the crow takes off from her shoulder, flying low enough to be in her sights and paced enough for her to peacefully walk behind it. "Come back or don't. The choice is yours," she adds on, lifting the hood of her robe, the material perfectly flowing down to rest on her head before she turns away, starting her trip back to the hideout.

I watch her walk away until she's shielded by the darkness and the branches of the forest. Even then I look after her for a moment. What - I guess it would be who - is it that you have regifted to me, Angel? I bend down, carefully unzipping the bag left stranded on the ground by her. As promised, a cloth-wrapped meal is awaiting me, sitting on top of the stomach of a very awake man.

Pinned to the cloth is a note in neat loopy handwriting. Sacrifice, in case you couldn't figure that out on your own. What a thoughtful Angel Jashin has led across my path.

I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up, because of the sacrifice I'm going to make, because of the muffled screams and begs from the man I'm about to kill, no other reason.

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #hidan x reader #hidan oneshot #hidan

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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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13as07 · 19 days

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listen, as somebody with daddy issues and NEED part two to I hate you AND sweet girl.

(Btw I love your work it’s so good, always gets me kicking my feet and giggling 🤭)

I Hate You is getting a part two. My Sweet Girl series has a Part Two already (and a part three. Part four is in the shop right now too) :)

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Hello how are you? This is the first time I use Tumblr hahaha. I wanted to ask you if you could continue with Neji's story. Of course only if you can. Thank you ♥️

Which one? The Coffee or the Weekend One?

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Spitting Image #6

(Gaara Sabaku Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to yo_gud2]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,677

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

"Good Boy"

Subby Boi Gaara

Scratch Marks

Oral (Male Receiving)

Exhibitionism

Hair Pulling

Grinding (on Gaara's boot)

Mommy Kink

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"Papa? Papa's Darling?" Shinki's voice filters through my ears, softly lulling me awake.

"Good morning, Sweetie," I mumble, trying to make my words loud enough for him to hear me through the door. I shift in bed, going to sit up but the weight on my body keeps me in place.

"Darling?" Gaara grumbles, having the same idea as me. He sits up, head lifting from my stomach and his hands sliding over my thighs, helping the events of last night trickle over me.

As he sits up, his hair tickles my chest, tipping me off to my nudeness and shifting the trickle to a full wave. Gaara hovers above me, hands pressing into the bed, the blanket hanging on his hips, barely covering either of us. His cheeks are bright pink, eyes locked on my bare chest. The fact of him being buried in me is brought to the front of my mind as well, the sand shinobi pulsing in me the longer he looks at me.

"Oh good, you guys are awake," Shinki's voice comes again, paired with the sound of my bedroom door opening.

"Don't come in!" Gaara barks, leaning down to cover me as he turns to face the door. "Please, wait outside, Shinki. Papa is... busy," he mutters, tone softer and cheeks darker.

My eyes flicker between Gaara and his oldest son standing in the doorway, looking very confused. "What are you two doing?" He mutters, making the room even more uncomfortable.

"Nothing!"

"Training!" We both answer, turning to look at each other. Gaara is blinking quickly, cheeks now red instead of pink. "Please, just... wait in the kitchen Shinki. We will be out in a couple of minutes."

"Okay," he mumbles, leaving the room, and slamming the door behind him.

"Dear Lord," I sigh, my hands jumping up to cover my face and the embarrassment slowly crawling onto it. "That was... terrible."

"Yes, terrible. Embarrassing, even. Tell me I'm a good boy, Mommy," Gaara grumbles, head buried into my neck as he starts moving his hips against mine, his pace instantly fast as his tip buries itself into my pussy. His arms snake down, looping themselves under my knees before I'm shifted up the bed, knees settled on his shoulders.

"You're a good boy," I whisper, sliding my fingers through his hair, and gently massaging his scalp. "Make sure you pull out this time," I tease, trying to shift my position under him. I'm not prepared and the needy man between my legs is moving too fast for me to comfortably adjust.

"What... why... you're squirming... good or... or bad?" He whispers against my skin, his hot breath and sloppy kisses coating me as well.

"Bad," I mumble, trying to adjust myself again. Gaara's movements freeze, head moving so he can look at me. He looks ready to burst into tears as he looks down at me. "Not super bad. I'm just not wet enough, Sunshine."

"How do I... I want to fix it," he grumbles, his movements slow and inching as he thrusts in and out of me. Kisses are littered across my face, desperate and hungry. A kiss is laid on my lips between each patch of skin his mouth presses against. "Make you feel nice, yes? You... you feel nice... need to make Mommy feel nice," Gaara mutters more to himself than me, pulling himself out of me before he stumbles down my body.

"Sunshine," I call, hands shooting down to cup his face, tilling it up so he has to look up at me. "How about we wait? You told Shinki we'd met him in the kitchen."

"But... but... feel nice?" The Kage whines, tilting his head to nuzzle his cheeks against my hands.

"We can have sex later, Sunshine. I promise. For now, let's go have breakfast with the boys." Gaara lets out a few high-pitched whines, deflating and letting his body weight crush my legs. "Gaar - "

"Yes, yes. Breakfast with our boys," he grumbles, stamping a kiss into my knee before he rolls off of me. Maybe it's the use of the word 'our' or maybe it's the scratch marks littering Gaara's back or maybe it's seeing his dedication tattoo for me in the light for the first time, but another child doesn't sound too scary.

My eyes trail after him, watching Gaara collect our clothes from the floor, tossing mine on the bed and slowly pulling his back on. I think it's the tattoo. He's insane. We hooked up once and he fell so head over heels for me that he permanently imprinted his skin with proof of me. That's insane...ly hot.

"Do you want head?" What?! Why did I say that? Because I want to give him head - no - breakfast with the boys. We're going to have breakfast with the - our - boys.

Gaara stops moving, head tilted and eyes blinking as he processes my question. "I appreciate your dedication to me, my darling, but no I do not wish for you to give me someone's head."

"That's not... okay," I mutter, deciding that's something I should explain to him later. We don't have time to fill in Gaara's lack of sexual knowledge right now. "What's on your agenda for the day?" I ask, using the sheet to cover myself before I climb out of bed. I get the feeling that my co-parent will be the type to cling until I fulfill my promise.

That only being further proven when his arms dig under the bedding wrapped around my frame, trying to shove it off of me as his hands wander over my bare skin. "I have a meeting at eight and another at nine. I am making an appearance at Shinki's classroom to talk about the hierarchy of our government around eleven. Then mostly paperwork and scanning over the results from the festival and yesterday's harvest."

The ramble continues, Gaara filling me in on the different piles of paperwork he has to do. The whole time his hands are present on my chest, massaging them and occasionally stopping to try and yank the blanket off of me again.

"I'm going to a daycare viewing for Yoshiki at eleven. If it goes good he'll stay there until about three I think."

"Daycare?" Gaara mumbles, enjoying his success in making the blanket slide down my shoulders by pressing kisses to them. "We have an in-house nanny. Do you not like her? Should I request applications for a new one?"

"I don't mind Shinki's nanny. She's nice and helpful, but it's good for children to socialize with kids their age. I'm sure Sana would appreciate the four-hour break, even if it's only five days a week. Besides, when I start working again we'll need options for when Sana is on vacation." My ramble is difficult to piece together, almost as difficult as trying to balance the sheet around myself, Gaara's added weight to my body, and trying to wiggle on a bra and a pair of underwear.

"Working?" He asks, his tone confused as he tilts his head up, my shoulder kisses forgotten.

"Yes, working. Yoshiki and I are settled, so it's time for me to start looking for a job," I explain, letting the sheet fall to the ground now that I've managed to slide on some clothes.

"You... no? Absolutely not. Do as you wish with your time, my darling, but you will not be working. The Consort Kazekage, Lady Sabaku, does not work. The lady of our village does not take orders from anyone besides Kage. You do not take orders from anyone besides myself, and you do not even do that."

I stand still in my spot, mouth wide and eyes blinking as I stare at the personification of stupidity. This is the man that knocked me up? I take it back, he's not insanely hot, he's just insane. "What?" I husk out, still trying to wrap my head around Gaara's rant.

"You, my darling, the stars in my sky, will not be working," he mutters, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You can do volunteer work, or pick up a hobby, or start a business if you so wish. My consort will not be working under another."

"What if I want to work?" I push, taking deep breaths to hopefully keep my growing anger under wraps.

"There is no reason to work. You have more than enough money from me working. If you so wish to, I don't agree with it but I will not stop you. I just wish for you to spend your time how you want, not wasting away at a job you do not need to have."

"I have more than enough money?" I ask, snapping my eyes closed and leaning against Gaara, enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing my stomach.

He hums, pressing kisses along my back. "Everything I have is yours. My money, my resources, my house, my name, my title, it all belongs to you. Everything I am is to be of use to you. I am here to serve you until the second my lungs give way." Damn it. I'm going to give Gaara another baby, aren't I?

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"My Darling!" Gaara chirps, jumping up from his desk and rushing towards me as soon as I open his office door. "You got my note! You are joining me for lunch, yes?" He asks, fingers clinging to my shirt as he holds me.

Earlier today I got a note from Gaara, requesting that I join him for lunch... while I was eating lunch with Yoshiki. "I already ate, Sunshine."

"That is alright, you can join me as I work instead," he says, pulling away from me just to drag me toward his desk. Gaara settles into his chair, a hand still around my wrist as I stand next to him. "I have been working, just so you're aware, but I have done some research."

"Alright," I murmur, shaking his hand off of me.

"I have talked to my brother," Gaara starts his ramble, sorting through the papers on his desk. "He says I might have come off 'a little strong' this morning and that it 'probably doesn't help with the stress I'm putting on you'. He - my brother, Kankuro - and his wife have a situation I would like us to have. Where I work and you enjoy life. They have this thing called an 'escape plan'."

"A what?" I ask, resting myself against his chair, watching as he frantically looks for whatever it is he's searching for.

"An escape plan," Gaara repeats, finding what he was looking for. It's a pocket. "It is a legal agreement. Kankuro called it a 'safety net' to help you be more open to what I wish for us." I slowly blink, watching the man in front of me babble with a smile on his face, shaking the pocket at me. "It is a legal agreement that if either of us ever wants to leave, you and Yoshiki will be taken care of. There are agreements on the amount of money I give you, and for how long, helping you relocate back to the Leaf village, and set you up in a new life until you can handle it on your own. Agreements on Yoshiki and how we'll co-parent too. Well, not in this one because it's Kankuro's copy but that'll be in our agreement."

My hand jumps forward, covering Gaara's mouth so he'll stop talking. I need a second to process what he's saying. "But..." I start, somewhat understanding what he's trying to say. "But you're the leader of the village. You approve and uphold everything."

Gaara gently pulls my hand off his mouth, knotting our fingers together as he presses kisses against my fingers. "I will be contacting Naruto, your home village's Kage. I will have our contract certified in the Leaf village so if it does come to needing to use it, I will not have a say. I will have no influence over it at all. You and our son will be taken care of and I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe."

"Oh..."

"I will give you a copy of Kankuro's agreement so you can look it over. Write your notes, what you like about it, what you don't, what you want to be added and taken away from ours, and whether you even want an escape plan. If you do, as I said, I will contact Naruto and I will have a contract drawn up. I'll have a million contracts drawn up until it's everything you want and need from it. I have also been looking into lawyers. As a couple, we could have one but in this situation, I think it is best that we have individual lawyers. I have also - "

"I'm going to give you head," I cut him off, tugging my hand away from him again.

"My darling, I have already told you - "

"Be quiet," I mutter, shifting his chair backward so there's room for me between his legs.

Gaara watches me, eyes trailing after me as I sink to my knees, positioning myself between his thighs. I shift his robes around, a little annoyed when I'm met with his pants underneath them. What a waste. "Are we having sex?" He asks, fingers skittish as they coat through my hair.

"Yes," I mumble, tugging his pants down before wiggling his boxers down his thighs too. "I'm going to go down on you," I add on, figuring that'll help him put the pieces together.

"Oh? Oh!" His sound starts as a mutter, switching to a moan when my fingers slide over his semi-boner. "This is... this is the head you were referring to?"

"Yes Sunshine," I confirm, tilting my head down to take the tip of his dick into my mouth.

"My darling," he calls, fingers tangled in my hair as I suck on him. I let my spit spill out, sliding down his dick so I can continue sliding my fingers up and down that of his dick that I'm not keeping trapped in my mouth. "We... we are in my office, my darling. Mommy... my dear, we are... office?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, my words muffled by Gaara's tip resting on my lips. "Or I can keep going," I add, letting my tongue poke out, sliding it over his slit as I wait for an answer.

"My darling, Mommy, my dear... I am at work. I am... a... a public pillar. My... my office is open to the public and... This isn't," he cuts himself off with a whine, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Fine, I'll give you head when you get home then," I mutter, starting to climb to my feet.

"Hey, Gaara?" A voice tears through the room, paired with a knock at the door. "I have a letter for you." Panic flickers across Gaara's face as he pushes me back on my knees. "I think it's from the Village Hidden in the Clouds," the voice continues, the door swinging open as I'm shoved under the desk, Gaara trying to situate himself above me.

"That is good," he spills out slowly, his body jerking a bit as I try to situate myself in the crowded space under the desk. "You mind returning in a few minutes?"

"What? Is your baby mama hiding in the closet or something?" The question is followed by a chuckle, giving away who it is; Kankuro.

"Don't call her that. It's degrading," Gaara barks, his hands swishing around under his desk, in search of me. I settle my head on his thigh, his hands eagerly digging into my hair again. I nuzzle my nose against his still-exposed dick, causing his hold to tighten.

"I guess," his older brother murmurs. "Speaking of your... whatever you want to call her, have you talked to her about an exit plan?" A chair screeches along the floor, tipping me off that Kankuro is here to stay for a while.

Might as well have fun with it, I guess. I lift my head, taking an inch or two of Gaara's dick into my mouth again. "Nope!" He yelps, accidentally tugging on my hair. "I... um... she's... looking at a daycare today. Yep."

"Are you good?" Kankuro asks, Gaara rapidly nodding his head in response. I keep my eyes cast up, watching how he reacts as I bob my head. I shift under the desk again, positioning myself on Gaara's boot before I shift more of him down my throat. "Why is she checking out daycares? Did she fire the nanny?"

"No, the nanny is still... nanny-ing? She just... um... sorry, I'm... stressed." Gaara's eyes are blinking like crazy, jaw locking and unlocking as he tries to keep his wits about him. I move myself against his shoe, rubbing my clit through my pants in time with his dick sliding down my throat.

"I get that, Gaar. You're dealing with a lot. If I'm being honest, I thought you made the girl up."

"Why?" He mutters, head tilting to the side so he can glance down at me. When Gaara figures out what I'm doing, his cheeks go pink.

"No offense, actually, all offense, you're a little... mhm... and she's a... she's... well, a MILF," Kankuro mutters, chuckling at his joke.

Gaara nods his head, cheeks going darker as he watches me undo my pants, wiggle them, and my panties down to my thighs. "What's a MILF?" He mutters, eyes glancing up at his brother.

As Kankuro explains what a MILF is, I carefully switch myself around under the desk, reminding myself how inflexible I am as I position myself. "That's... that's... don't... leave my future wife alone," Gaara mutters, his hands digging into my hips as I carefully line myself up.

His brother chuckles again, this one coming out like a cackle more than a chuckle. "I have no interest in sleeping with your... person, Gaar. I'm just saying she's hot... and good for you. I've never seen you so happy."

"Yep, super happy," another mumble comes, a 'hmph' spilling out when I inch backward. He shifts a bit, sitting up straight on the edge of his chair to make it a tad easier for me. Only about half of Gaara's cock is pressed into me, the position and aches already forming in my joints placing this position low on the list. "The mother of my children... she's... perfect? I think that's what it is... and... and I'm going to marry her and we... I want a daughter. I think. Yes, a daughter."

"Oh, ya?" Kankuro asks, a smile in his tone. "If you have a daughter, I'm a bit worried you'd become a hovering parent."

"Ya?" Gaara's nails dig into my skin, threatening to leave scratches on me as I slowly rock my hips to and fro.

"Ya, definitely. That little girl wouldn't fear shit but everyone would fear her because of her father and big brothers."

"Probably. Leave. My... my darling is joining me for lunch, so... see yourself out."

Another round of laughter spills from Kankuro, his chair squeaking again as he stands. "As you wish, my lord. Tell her hi for me," Gaara's brother teases, his footsteps filling the room before the door echoes through the room.

Once the door is closed, Gaara's arms shoot down, wrapping around my waist and lifting me. He settles me on his desk, his paperwork digging into my stomach, and his hands balling up some of the sheets. "You are... we can't... Darling?"

Gaara's face picks up, slamming all of his dick into me now that we're in a better position. "Sunshine?" I call back, tilting my head back to look at him. He's huffing for air, cheeks shaded dark, and eyes wide as he ruts into me. Desperation to finish swims through his face, a leftover effect from the tension this morning.

"I want... I want to give you... another... another baby. Please? Pretty please?"

"We can't have another babe right now, Gaara."

"Soon? Please?" He whines, arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me down as his thrusts start stumbling.

"Soon, Sunshine," I mutter, tugging his arms off of me.

"Mommy," he almost cries, pulling at my shirt as I sink to my knees again. "You can't just... you said... okay." The last word is drawn out, Gaara's voice jagged because of me taking him down my throat again. I bob my head two or three times before his cum is shot down my throat. I sink further, gagging from the depth as his seamen spills into my stomach. "Mommy? Darling? Mommy? My Dear?" Whines for me spill from him on repeat.

I move slowly once I'm sure he's done, taking my time inching his dick out of my throat. Gaara's dick is still twitching when I pull off of him, threatening to spill after shots as he tries to catch his breath. "We cannot..." he mutters, fingers coating through my hair as his chest pumps for air. "Not in my office again."

"Why not? I thought it was fun," I tease, gently sliding my tongue over his cock again, licking up the mess left on it. "You said to do what I wish with my time. Maybe I wish to sit under your desk all day and have you empty your balls down my throat."

"Will you... Will you not work then?" He mutters, dick still twitching and already starting to get hard again. I hum a yes, sliding my tongue over his slit. "Fine. Fine, fine, fine," Gaara spills out, his sensitivity shining through. "Just... just stop that. It's starting to hurt."

"Okay, Sunshine," I say, a smile tugging on my lips. "Do you still want to go get lunch? I could use some water and a snack," I ask, crawling to my feet.

"Please?"

"Alright, Sunshine. Let's go get lunch."

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