This story features something really special, an Orc and his lover, who is in a wheel chair! I have been so excited to bring you this story and I can’t wait for you all to enjoy it!
Male Orc Reader x Female Human
A few weeks ago, I got a job to do some remodeling at an old house. Apparently a tree fell into one corner, destroying the front porch. It’s an easy enough job, and luckily the weather won’t be too hot.
The only problem is the woman who hired me. Like an idiot, I fell head over heels at first sight. Alanna is a vision with long dark hair, thick eyebrows, and perfect skin. She’s a makeup artist and has a small studio at the back of her house for meeting clients. She’s chipper and bright, and almost always seems to be making cookies. Although the cookies have helped further my crush, I was smitten with Alanna at a glance.
She’s paraplegic, hence the urgency to get these repairs done. She has a temporary ramp installed to get in and out, but she absolutely hates it, especially for some of her clients. In order to get the ramp fixed, I need to fix the porch first so the foundation will be solid.
I worry telling her this, but she simply smiles and thanks me. “I can tell you’re a hard worker, Torok. I’m not worried about that. Do your job and do it well. That’s what I hired you for.” I marvel at her smile.
IDK...If I were Kishimoto, I would probably never come down from that tree EXCEPT TO VOTE GAARA IN THE NARUTOP99 CHARACTER POLL!
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HELLO I AM BACK AGAIN TO REMIND YOU WE WERE ROBBED OF INO & GAARA BEING BESTIES IN THE GREENHOUSE!!!
give me delinquent gaara, with his face tattoo and his dozen of piercings (no, i will never let those go, thanks for asking) and his terrible pisspoot attitude, who gives the little old ladies that come into the yamanaka shop a fright, but ino will hype the fuck outta him. he is THE walking encyclopedia for every flower in that shop.
give me ino - brilliant, stunning, flawless goddess that she is - knowing every single person who comes into the shop by name and family tree, and gaara fumbling to keep up but by gosh, he's trying. he's just trying to social.
give me ino, gossip queen, talking shit about garbage customers and even worse garbage neighbors, while gaara makes little clay pots for all the plants that both will paint later while trying not to mix up their paint & drink cups.
give me gaara staring unflinchingly at some dickbag that came in trying to harass ino. he may be short, but he will not hesitate to fuck you up, buddy.
GIVE ME COZY SWEATERS AND STRING LIGHTS AND THE GENTLE BUMP OF THEIR SHOULDERS WHILE THEY SWAY TO SOFT MUSIC AS THEY ARRANGE FLOWERS FOR A BABY SHOWER. GIVE ME INO'S ROARING LAUGH AND GAARA'S QUIET CHUCKLE WITH DIRT SMEARED ACROSS THEIR CHEEKS.
A moment of passion turns into something dark and twisted when you let slip a new pet name. Rather than be repulsed, it strikes a match against a primal part of Gaara's soul.
warnings: daddy kink, riding, mating press, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, praise, Gaara snapping like an elastic band
The night had started much like so many before had, coaxing your overtired husband away from the study and into your awaiting bed.
Helping him undress to petulant moans that he was perfectly capable of getting ready for bed on his own, yet you knew he didn’t really mean it. Of course, he was capable of going through the motions of stripping out of his clothes and stepping into the loose black pants that he favoured, but he adored being cared for.
You weren’t babying him, only demonstrating how deeply you loved him. That he would never go forgotten, you were there to ensure he did not stay at his desk well into the night and although he feigned his grumbles, you could always see the appreciation in his drowsy eyes.
Tonight, they were jewel bright and sharp, they followed you around the room whilst you went through your own nightly routine. Gaara always looked the most relaxed in these moments, the minutes before you were both tucked up in bed. An arm resting behind his head, sheets barely covering up to his hips and that faint pink that would tip his ears each time you bent over to put something away.
“Gaara, I need you.”
You whispered into the darkness, a palm inching across the expanse of his chest as you rolled over to face him. Drowsy eyes blinked, a soft smile painting his lips and he hummed an unknown melody as your lips sought him out in eagerness.
He tasted spicy, bursts of cardamom upon your tongue and you swallowed his groan of surprise at how hard you pressed against him. Slipping inside his mouth to flick your tongue against his, travelling the expanse of his teeth before sucking on his lower lip.
“Where do you need me, my sunshine?”
The words were offered between kisses, small bursts of moments to allow for the much-needed air to fill your lungs. You felt overpowered by how rapidly this fiery need consumed you, it had not been on your mind prior to settling into Gaara’s protective side, but something about his familiar scent and warmth had sent you reeling.
With a leg draped over his own, you rolled further over to straddle his lap fully and dragged your slit across the stirring of his erection.
“Does this answer your question, my love?”
Gaara grunted a short sharp exhale as his hands flew to your waist and stroked your sides. Your fingers sought out his red locks, working them through his hair until you were tugging. Shifting the angle of his face, letting yourself fall back to the kisses that were stealing away your remaining sanity.
His fingers teased at the underside of your breasts, letting the roughened pads slowly slide up until he could lower your nightdress and bare them to his hungry gaze. A thumb swiped over the stiffened peak, making you jolt and roll your hips further down on his awakening cock.
Gaara was swept into your ardent passion, little bolts of lightning running up his spine at how wonderful you always made him feel. How needed, desired and wanted he was to you. He could spend an age loving you, worshipping your body like you were some higher deity, but he sensed your urgency tonight.
Feeling between your bodies, skimming his fingers across the damp cotton of your panties, he lowered his pants enough to let his cock spring free. His hand made to wrap around the base but you beat him to it, your much smaller fingers tightening around his shaft until he was biting his lip to halt the moans that were close to bubbling free.
“You’re so eager tonight, what has gotten into you?”
“Nothing yet, but I’m hoping you’ll let me sink on this beautiful cock if I ask nicely enough?” you quipped back, lighting up at the chuckle of laughter that greeted you.
His thumb pressed beneath the edge of your panties, gathering the strands of slick already painting your folds before pushing towards your clit. Soft circular movements, letting you whimper with need whilst your fingers clutched into his shoulders and lips popped open in a silent moan.
“Be my guest, sunshine,” he said with a rasp.
You were shifting, moving around to help with pressing your soaked panties to the side and guiding him to where you needed him most. Savouring the feel of slicking his cock along your wetness until he locked into place and your hips ground down.
Gaara’s grip moved to your waist, down to your hips and helped you fuck yourself on the tip of his cock. Working your pussy open with the steady roll of your hips and guttural groans of delight. His gaze was even more hooded than usual, transfixed with the hand that brushed through your hair whilst the other palmed your breast.
In no time at all you were moving faster, the frenetic bounce of your hips to meet the ones below driving you onwards. Wet smacks of skin on skin grew louder with each and every descent and suddenly you could feel that familiar tingle shoot across your chest.
“Oh…” You whined, face scrunched up and Gaara bit his lip at how flushed and sexy you looked in the throes of your building ecstasy.
“Are you going to cum for me?”
Your head rolled back, fervent nods offered in reply and he assumed you won’t verbally respond as little gasps flood the air, but he is surprised when you do speak. When you offer him a name he has never heard from you before nor had he ever expected to hear in this context.
“Mmhmm. Yes, Daddy.”
The eyes that had been droopy, lazy with lust and fatigue snap wide. Strong fingers bite into the plush of your hips and force you to stop moving. You cry and whimper, your orgasm being denied and it’s like you don’t even realise what you said.
A petulant pout sits upon your lips, but Gaara is more focused on the rev within his chest. His heart feels like it might tear straight through his rib cage, a tightness that is close to painful grips his heavy balls and he sits up in a hurry.
“What did you call me?” he inquired quietly. The calm tone beneath his words has your eyes flying to his own and you recall what you had said with mortification descending upon you. Oh god, how could you have let that slip out? Sure, it was a turn-on for you but one that was embarrassing and you had never shared it with anyone, not even your husband, not til now.
“Oh shit, I - I didn’t mean to—”
Gaara cut you off by grabbing at your jaw, his thumb pressed into your cheek until your lips parted in surprise. He tilted your face from side to side, admiring you with such a wickedly sharp look that you wanted to groan but are too fearful to do so.
“Didn’t ask for excuses, now, tell me. What did you call me?” he repeated and your spine straightened at the dominance he exerts over you.
“D-Daddy.”
Your voice is meek, eyes sinking away from him and there is a click of teeth seconds before you're rolled to your back. Pressed deep into the mattress, your legs forced against your chest with Gaara securing his hands at the bend of your knees.
You had almost forgotten your lost orgasm, the release that had been so close but fluttered away when your hips had been forced to still, but with one dutiful stroke, your usually docile husband had you clawing at him.
Never had he felt so feral, so driven to consume you with every primal fibre of his being. Gaara had snapped at that one word and having never considered it as something to desire before, now, he only wanted to hear it again.
Your breasts bounced from every forceful meeting of your hips, knees pressed tightly to your body and you struggled to take air into your lungs. Every inhale was knocked straight back out with the sinful roll of his hips, and when his thumb crashed hard against your throbbing clit, you lost your mind.
Everything was in freefall, gripping him with your velvet walls as your back arched high and your throat strained taut. His weight was close to overbearing as he leaned forward to bite and suck on your lips, his mouth trailing down your neck and leaving a path of bruises - his mark of ownership - on your skin.
“That’s it sunshine, cum on Daddy’s cock. Such a good girl for me.”
You whimpered at the lust in his voice, at the deep tone that answered an instinctual call within your gut. Gaara straightened to his knees once more, driving his twitching cock deep into your walls and from this position you could watch as it disappeared into your pussy. The base was ringed in thick cream and you wriggled from the feeling of overstimulation, his cockhead rubbing incessantly against your sweet spot.
“Please… oh please. Daddy s’too much.”
He chuckled and it made you gasp, your gentle husband was gone and in his place was the man you would come to know as only Daddy.
Daddy didn’t visit often, but when he did, you couldn’t walk right for days…
A/N: This is the softest smut I've ever written. Very fluffy, very domestic, very loving. For once there's not even any dirty talk which is crazy for me. If you're looking for more intense Gaara stuff don't worry, there will be later. Hope you enjoy!
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Physical affections were something foreign to you, but you were learning and adapting quickly. Your boyfriend was rather similar in his comfortability with touching. You both had overcome much, initially hand holding had been the extent of both of your tolerances for a few months before moving forward to embraces and continuing the progress to get to what you were so anxiously excited about. Both of you had been together long enough, longer than most other couples before they passed the stage you had yet to take on but that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you both felt ready.
He had broached the subject first, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and an avoidant stare to the side the only tells as to his own mental anxiety about the question. You had agreed, maybe a bit too quickly. The both of you had decided on a night where you both had a relatively lax schedule and you waited anxiously for the day to arrive. When it came, you had to ask your best friend to help you prepare.
She had helped you choose clothes, specifically underwear, that you had no idea even counted as underwear. You had never felt so pretty before, it was a good feeling but an unfamiliar one. When you arrived at his door you felt like your heart might burst from your chest. It’s just a regular date, you reminded yourself. A regular date with a little extra after dinner.
Before you could even knock on the door it opened and your favorite redhead stood before you, his body language giving more away than his face. He was a bit tense, his shoulders set back and straight, his hands clenching and unclenching, and there was an unrest to the sand around him. His nerves made you feel a bit better about your own. You smiled at him, wide and loving before he let you in and your date began.
The food was delicious, the conversation lighthearted and mostly steered away from work. When it came time for the after-dinner portion you were so comfortable you had almost forgotten about your plans. He held your hand gently, stroking the roughened skin from years of ninja work and training, as you both sat on the couch. Was he procrastinating or was he just taking your comforts into consideration? Either way you didn’t mind, you knew that he wanted you and that you wanted him too. Hesitation always came with change. Even if he suddenly changed his mind, you would be alright, maybe a bit disappointed, but respecting his boundaries was more important.
He hesitated a moment, his gentle strokes pausing as he looked you in the eyes. That lovely seafoam green made you melt a little bit. His gaze was meaningful and endearing. “Are you ready? We can do this later if you need more time.”
You thought for a moment, despite already knowing your answer, you wanted to be as sure as you could be; masturbating, but together, that was a big step after all. The farthest you both had gotten was some light under the clothes exploration, nothing too heavy. But you wanted more, much more. You wanted the full relationship experience and you only wanted to share it with him. He was the love of your life after all.
“No, I’m ready. Are you ready?”
His light strokes resumed as he gave the same amount of contemplation you did before he nodded seriously. “Yes, I want to—” he cut himself off and looked to the coffee table for a moment. The young Kazekage turned back to watch you intensely, his eyes looked like molten colored glass. “I want to learn how to make you feel good.”
You didn’t think it was possible for your cheeks to feel any warmer.
“Me too,” you muttered, feeling the twisting nerves in your gut from excitement and nerves. A lump began to form in your throat and to distract yourself from the thrum of your overly-excited heart you leaned forward to press you lips to his. You noticed that his were a bit chapped, not that yours weren’t, but you decided that when this was all over you were going to tell him to drink more water. Should you gift him a bottle for your anniversary? Maybe a big one, with cute cactus stickers—focus on Gaara, dummy.
Right, focus, you chastised yourself. He kept his hold on one of your hands as he gently reached behind your head with the other one. Carefully, with little pressure, he brought you closer to deepen the kiss. Your tongue moved first, licking against him and coaxing his own into action. His tongue met yours and they stroked one another with a soft eagerness. You pulled your hand from his and wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his now free hand on your hip. His tongue moved back first, allowing yours access to his mouth which you took full advantage of.
On average, you found that he tasted like sand. Not terrible, but also not the best flavor, but to your pleasure he tasted more like dinner with a hint of sand. A pleasurable change that made you hum into his mouth. Once your tongue was finished stroking the roof of his mouth his tongue entered yours. He dragged his tongue against the inside of your cheek and you begin to run your fingers through his crimson hair.
When you both pulled away you felt alight with excitement, you both watched each other as you breathed before you nodded and detangled yourself for a moment, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Here or the bedroom?”
He took a moment before replying, “Bedroom.”
With eagerness, you both stood at the same time and began to walk, albeit a bit quickly, toward his room. After you both entered, he shut and locked the door, and you took off your fancy shirt and folded it before setting it off to the side. You fiddled with the frilled bow at the front of your bra for a minute before working up the courage to look at him. He seemed enamored, his hands unsure of what to do but his eyes soft and heated as they took in your rarely bare form. Gaara, whether to level the field or to get to the pleasure quicker, he took his shirt off as well.
You’d seen his bare chest only a handful of times, but the more you saw of it the better. His pale skin and lithe muscled form always excited you. For a moment you contemplated removing your pants too before deciding that was indeed the best option. When you had finished folding and setting down your clothes you waited anxiously for his next move. Likewise, he removed his pants and placed them neatly on top of his dresser. “Should we sit on the bed?”
He nodded, and you both got on opposite sides and faced each other. The redhead kissed you this time, and you ran your hands along his exposed chest until he began to shudder. His hands wandered and gently pressed against your covered breasts before stroking along your sides. You shivered when his strong fingers settled on your naked inner thighs. When you both pulled away, a small string of saliva connected your mouths for a moment before it broke and you asked, “Should we get started?”
Gaara’s serious nod made you giggle a bit, feeling high off of your nerves, and he gave you a small smile. You took a deep breath as you sat back from him and he from you, making sure that both got a good view of each other. He kept his boxers on, you didn’t push him to remove them, but his hands shook as he removed his erection from the black material. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was on the longer side with a thickness that looked just right. You felt your sex throb.
Your staring seemed to get to him, as he looked away with cheeks and chest almost as red as his hair. His adam’s apple bobbed, “Can I see you to?”
Broken out of solo staring contest, you nod nervously before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your hips. You almost squeaked when you realized how wet your underwear had gotten, and when you spread your legs for him you bit your bottom lip as you showed him just how excited you were. His breathing audibly stuttered, and your fingers twitched as they rested on your trembling thighs.
You wanted to squirm as his eyes were glued to you, and you understood how he felt while you stared at him. Were you pleasing? You thought you looked relatively normal but maybe there was something weird you hadn’t seen. “I-I’m going to s-start, okay?”
“Right,” he swallowed thickly. “Right, me too.”
Slowly, you brought your fingers to the wet skin of your lower lips and ran them over your excited flesh. You didn’t masturbate often, but you had once or twice to the thought of your boyfriend. But when he was there in front of you, doing something similar while watching you, it made it hard to think about anything. Your eyes were drawn to the slow up and down stroke of his fist as he began his own show, you became transfixed.
As you watched his rhythm, your own naturally followed. When he thumbed his tip, you circled your thumb on your clit, when he stroked all the way down before slowly stroking up again, you gently inserted a finger into yourself and moaned. Your thumb stayed on your clit and you pumped your finger to the same speed of his hand. It seemed like he hadn’t been fully erect when the two of you started, as his member had only gotten bigger and more agitated as you continued.
Eventually you decided one of your fingers wasn’t enough, especially while looking at such a lovely example of what could be stuffed inside of you instead, and you added a second. The stretch was something you weren’t entirely used to, but Gaara seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sight. His cock had throbbed, so much so that even you could see it, and the tip had dribbled more of the clear fluid than it had been releasing before. He groaned and you moaned in response.
You moved your free hand up and removed your bra, beginning to feel impatient. Your thumb sped its circling as you heard the sounds of his wet skin and your own slick meld together, accompanied by your soft noises and his pants and grunts, in a sensual symphony. “Gaara,” you let out as you thumbed your left breast until your nipple pebbled under your touch. The tightening in your abdomen grew stronger and it became harder to not close your eyes and revel in the feeling, but you didn’t want to miss a second of him.
The tips of his ears, his cheeks, neck and top of his chest was flushed a delicious shade of pink. His brow bone and forehead were furrowed in concentration and his eyes remained glued to your slick soaked fingers and thrumming clit. He had yet to notice your naked breasts. Your boyfriend let out a moan of your name and you mewled and began to scissor yourself. You didn’t think you would last much longer. His lust blown eyes trailed up your body and took in your naked breasts eagerly. The redhead watched them rise and fall with every shaky breath you took, and jiggle with every thrust of your fingers.
“Not much l-longer,” you whimpered. Your skin tingled and you began to feel the pleasure more and more intensely.
“Me too,” his gravelly voice took on an extra level of baritone. So deep that if he had spoken it in your ear you would have cum just from the sound alone. “T-Together?”
“Together.” You nodded, still breathy and on edge.
Your eyes met and stayed glued together. If only you were the one stroking him, if he was inside would it feel even better than this? He reached his free hand out and you leaned toward it, placing your cheek in his warm hand and tentatively licking his open palm. The redhead flinched, his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped your name.
You felt it before you realized, and you let out your own gasp when the hot fluid hit your leg. “G-Gaara,” you moaned out, over drawn and breathy as your orgasm flowed through you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curled as your hands stopped their motion and you tried to catch your breath. His thumb rubbed your cheek continuously, his other hand still as he remained hunched over.
“I didn’t learn anything,” he huffed, slight amusement to his tone. A breathy laugh left your lips and you brought your head down to rest against his forehead, in a teasing lilt you said, “Really? I learned that you need to drink more water and,” you licked your lips before lowering your eyelids in an attempt at being sultry, “I memorized every little move you made, love.”
Your shisui Headcanons and Scenario about retrieving a blow job were really really good. Now I'm curious if you can do same for Iruka or Gaara? Being awoken like that. I don't mind either Headcanons or scenarios, which ever you prefer.
Why not have both? I didn’t do being awoken as these are just headcanons. I hope you like them~
NSFW.
Iruka
To start with Iruka would be really flustered at the idea of his s/o giving him a blowjob.
Iruka would be really vocal during a blowjob, groaning and gasping at certain movements or certain flicks of your tongue.
He’d become more bold after a few moments of your tongue swirling around his head, his fingers lacing into your hair and softly guiding your head along his length. He’d probably also stroke your cheek/chin while you suck his dick.
You could brace your hands on his hips or his upper thighs as he uses his hand to guide your head along his hardness, just in case he thrusts too hard.
If you accidentally brushed your teeth against his length he’d hiss in pleasure, making you do it again.
Iruka would be turned on by making eye contact with you while you suck his hardness, the way that your eyes look so innocent as you’re doing something so naughty.
Running your tongue along his tip would make his body shiver, his fingers grasping your hair tighter.
Stroking his perineum while sucking his hardness will send him over the edge instantly.
He would give you good warning before he is about to come, giving you the space and time to decide where he is allowed to come.
Would be really vocal when he is about to come, calling out your name and throwing his head back in pleasure. Iruka would probably enjoy coming on his s/o rather than coming in your mouth.
Gaara
His face would be a bright red as you teasingly stroke his inner thighs and hips. His breath would shallow as he watched you intently.
Gaara would be really sensitive down there, his hips bucking just from you touching him with your fingers.
His breath would hitch in his throat as you gave a slow lick along his length, pressing a kiss to the head before taking him into your mouth slowly.
Gaara would be shy at first, covering his face with his arm as you slowly sucked on his hardness.
Gaara would be a bit quiet during a blowjob. Subtle groans and gasps.
Dirty talk would turn him on even more. “Gaara, don’t cover your face. I want to see you.”
Eye contact while you’re sucking his dick would send him close to his release really quickly.
Running your tongue along the underside of his manhood would make him buck his hips involuntarily.
Gaara is most likely to come without warning, unable to hold in his pleasure any longer. He’ll blush shyly if his s/o swallows but he wouldn’t be offended if they didn’t.
If you pull away quick enough Gaara may end up coming on your face, which he secretly enjoys.
Are you still doing the NSFW numbers thing? If so may I request 19. With Gaara, but fem s/o saying it to him? Thanks a bunch (First time doing an ask...)
19~ “Shh, I’ve got you, just let go.”
The room was hot and heavy, the only light coming in from the moons soft glow. It illuminated your lovers pale skin as he writhed on the bed beneath you. Your fingers danced delicately across the skin, loving the feel of it under your fingers. His face was a light pink, a stark contrast to his red hair and creamy body. You pressed your lips against his firmly, treasuring the sound that left his own lips at your teasing.
You continued to pepper kisses down his body, stopping to flick your tongue out against one of his hard nipples before continuing your trail towards your goal. You tugged at the material of his pants which were loose enough for you to ease down his hips and the top of his thighs without much resistance. Your hands pawed at the thin material that was the only barrier between your body an his own, the action making Gaara buck his hips in surprise. You grinned as you squeezed his hardness over the material, watching his face contort in pleasure.
“P-please.” He whimpered softly and you couldn’t wait any longer. You pulled the thin material of his underwear down his legs to rest where you had moved his trousers, leaving his hardness exposed. Without warning you leaned down and pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum that had already gathered there. Grinning at the slight jerk of his hips you went a step further and jutted out your tongue to lap at the head softly, running it along the underside of his shaft. You could hear his moans as they willed you to continue. You took Gaara by surprise as you engulfed his manhood in your mouth suddenly, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat slightly. You tried to ignore the full sensation as you began to work his cock in your mouth, placing your hand at the base of his erection to massage any part that you could not fit in your mouth. His moans turned to whimpers every time you hit a spot in him that sent shivers down his spine. His hand boldly made its way into your hair, fisting at the strands tightly as though willing you on. This action made a heat pool inside you as you continued to suck his manhood, your tongue swirling around the tip every time you pulled away before bringing him back inside your wet cavern, his head hitting the back of your throat once more, trying to ignore the reflex you had to gag.
“Y/N. I’m going to-” You noted how his breath hitched in his throat and the sound made your knees quake.
“Shh, I’ve got you, just let go.” You continued to lick his manhood as your fingers held the base tightly, brushing along his throbbing balls, you could sense his orgasm was so close and you were silently willing him to give in to you.
“Y/N.” Gaara groaned, his hips bucking in pleasure as the euphoria washed over him, his cum spilling into your open mouth as you took it in diligently, your eyes squeezing shut slightly at the taste.
You began to run your fingers along his thighs gently as you sat with him as he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing.
