He’ll match your energy as best as he can, but his stamina is more about bursts of enthusiasm than longevity.

He brags to himself that he can handle it, but after a few rounds he’s collapsing into the sheets, panting and whining, “Give me a sec, believe it!”

He’s not shy about telling you when you’ve worn him out, but he always circles back.

Naruto never wants you to feel unwanted, so he’s constantly game for another round even if he’s trembling from the effort.

Expect lots of goofy, messy affection between sessions, like kissing your hair or rubbing his cheek against you just to stay close.

Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke pretends to be aloof at first, he’s not about to look desperate or eager.

But the truth is, your insatiable drive stirs up something possessive in him.

He’ll never let anyone else satisfy you, so he takes it as a quiet challenge.

Sasuke is the type to control the pace; even if you’re crawling into his lap in broad daylight, he’ll grab your chin and mutter, “You’ll wait until I say.”

But once he gives in, he’s relentless. he’d rather overwork himself than let you think he can’t keep up.

Afterward, he’ll act like nothing happened, brushing his hair back and tying his shirt closed, while you’re the one left breathless.

Still, there are nights where your hunger breaks his composure and he loses himself completely, almost feral in the way he pulls you close.

Sai

Sai approaches it… clinically, at first.

He doesn’t fully grasp the weight of your needs, so he’ll ask blunt questions: “So, you wish to copulate again? Already?”

But he’s an eager learner, and the way you crave him makes him oddly proud.

Sai gets curious about your body, your reactions, your limits, he almost treats it like study, but it’s laced with real tenderness because he notices how happy it makes you.

He’s shockingly adaptable, meaning once he learns how much you want, he can keep pace without much complaint.

There’s also this streak of teasing honesty in him, “You’re insatiable. I think you might actually kill me. Should I draw your expression right now?”

Shikamaru Nara

At first, Shikamaru groans about the “troublesome” pace you set, sex is supposed to be relaxing, not exhausting, right?

But secretly, he enjoys how much you want him, even if he complains while you tug him back into bed.

He knows his stamina isn’t endless, so he gets creative: using his hands, his mouth, and his brain to keep you satisfied without burning himself out.

Shikamaru has this lazy dominance about him, he’ll have you stretched out beneath him, sighing, “You really don’t quit, do you? Guess I’ll just have to put you to sleep myself.” And he usually does, leaving you boneless and blissed out while he smirks faintly and mutters about how you’ll probably start all over again in an hour.

Choji Akimichi

Choji is surprisingly underrated in bed, he’s gentle, affectionate, and very tuned into his partner’s needs.

At first, your high drive catches him off guard because he’s used to being the giver, but not being constantly asked for more. But he loves how wanted you make him feel.

He has plenty of stamina thanks to his clan techniques and hearty lifestyle, so he can keep up better than most expect.

Choji is the kind of lover who makes it indulgent: long sessions, aftercare snacks, and lots of cuddles before you inevitably climb back into his lap.

He’ll laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he never denies you. The way you crave him makes him feel adored, and he melts for that.

Neji Hyuga

Neji is disciplined, controlled, and not easily swayed— at least, that’s what he wants you to think.

Your constant desire pushes against his restraint in ways that make him lose his composure.

He’ll scold you, low and stern, when you’re too forward: “You have no patience.”

But when he finally relents, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure every encounter leaves you shaking.

Neji secretly finds satisfaction in your hunger, it validates his own prowess.

He won’t ever let himself “lose” to your drive, so he pushes himself past his own limits to keep you satisfied.

Afterward, while you’re catching your breath, he’ll quietly fix his clothes and act as though he wasn’t just completely undone.

Rock Lee

Lee approaches your needs with pure enthusiasm, your sex drive is just another “training challenge” in his mind.

He’s the type to beam at you and declare, “I will rise to meet your youthful passion!” before sweeping you into bed.

His stamina is near legendary, and he’ll happily match your pace without complaint.

Lee is endlessly affectionate, praising you between kisses and holding you close as if every round is an act of devotion.

If anything, you’re the one left begging for a break sometimes because he’s so earnest about never disappointing you.

Expect a lot of romantic, dramatic gestures mid-session, and promises to “never let your fire go unanswered!”

Kiba Inuzuka

Kiba is cocky about it, he loves how much you want him and isn’t shy about saying so.

“Damn, you can’t keep your hands off me, huh? Guess I can’t blame you.”

He thrives on your hunger, feeding into it with rough, playful energy.

His stamina is impressive, but his drive to win is even stronger, if you’re insatiable, he’s determined to be the one who finally wears you out.

He gets a thrill out of your desperation, teasing you when you crawl into his lap again, “Already? You’re gonna kill me at this rate— but I’m not tapping out first.”

He’s messy, passionate, and maybe a little too loud sometimes, but it makes everything feel raw and alive when you’re together.

Shino Aburame

Shino is quiet, reserved, and deeply private, so your constant need catches him off guard at first.

He isn’t used to being pursued so openly, and it makes him flush under his high collar.

once he realizes your hunger is for him and him alone, it unlocks a confident, possessive streak.

Shino takes a controlled, steady pace, dragging every moment out until you’re trembling.

He doesn’t get flustered easily, so when you’re pawing at him again, he just tilts his head and says softly, “Still unsatisfied?” before giving you exactly what you want.

He likes making you needier before actually indulging you, it’s his subtle way of showing dominance.

Sabaku No Gaara

Gaara’s relationship with intimacy is complicated; at first, he doesn’t really understand your drive.

Physical closeness is new to him, so your constant craving feels overwhelming.

But when he sees that it isn’t about using him, it’s about wanting him, it softens something inside him.

He’s not as high-energy as you, but Gaara is intense. He’ll make every encounter feel monumental, as if he’s carving it into memory.

You might come to him restless and needy, and he’ll quietly let you straddle him, hands gripping your hips tight as he grounds you to him.

He doesn’t indulge constantly, but when he does, it’s all-consuming, almost worshipful.

And if you’re still insatiable afterward, he’ll allow it again, because your hunger reassures him in ways words never could.

Sabaku No Kankuro

Kankuro lives for a hyper sexual partner.

He thrives on fun, teasing, and pushing limits, so your insatiability excites him rather than wears him down.

He’s shameless about it too— smirking when you drag him away from a conversation, whispering crude little promises in your ear just to watch you squirm.

“Didn’t think you’d need me again so soon. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”

He matches your pace with playful dominance, keeping things hot and varied so you’re never bored.

If anything, Kankuro eggs you on, testing just how much you can handle.

He’s the type to brag about it later, half joking with his siblings while you smack his arm in embarrassment.

To him, your hunger is both a challenge and a turn on, and he’s determined to keep up until you’re the one tapping out.

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- affection is something that remains consistent with gaara before, during, and especially after sex. he gets incredibly tender, and will want to stay by your side afterwards. much to your dismay, this means you're probably gonna sleep without getting the chance to clean up, eat, or drink. maybe he'll let you pee if you're quick. growing up touch-starved means that he doesn't want to let go of you for anything. he'll sweet-talk you into cleaning up in the morning instead.

- sex with you is intense, and gaara's going to take a really long breather. you guys won't get up for a while, and instead, you'll hold each other until the sun rises.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- gaara favours his hands. he admires the sheer versatility of them, and how they've been used for a multitude of things. from using them as a weapon to kill as he manipulates his sand, to feeling the suppleness of your skin and driving you to orgasm. they've seen so much pain, but they've also seen so much pleasure.

- the basis of gaara's attraction to you goes beyond your physical appearance tbh. he's attracted to everything about you, so it's hard for him to select something specific as his favourite. but, he would love your skin. he loves the way it reacts to his touches. when you get goosebumps from his kisses and whispers, it stirs him. when he feels your pulse quicken under your skin, it maddens him with desire. you never have to worry about things like beauty marks, moles, scars, stretch marks, or any blemishes you may have either, because those are signs of humanity to gaara. they're special to him.

- if you have dark skin, gaara finds it irresistible. the richness of your skin's pigment, and it's radiance under sunlight serves as a perpetual reminder of home in sunagakure. where gaara's own pallor can fail him under the harsh desert sun, yours thrives, and he loves it. it's like you were meant to be there. when you're fucking, he's captivated by the contrast in your complexions. he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. like you're the one who put every grain of sand in the desert. he thinks you're art.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- baby, he's cumming inside you. i don't run it! if you don't want him to then he won't, but by default he will. he can't help how good you feel around his dick. it's hard to resist when you're so wet, and so tight around him. he's convinced that it's almost like your body wants him to cum inside. gaara loves a good creampie.

- gaara releases a modest amount of cum. there's no pornographically dramatic floodworks here. it's just the perfect volume to fill you up. the volume is liable to change, however. if gaara's had a particularly stressful day at the kazekage's office, then he'll run a little dry. if he's deeply aroused and being reinforced with lots of foreplay, he'll spill more cum.

- given that gaara is from the desert, his body's going to try to retain more water. so his cum will be thicker in consistency as opposed to being runny. it tastes slightly bitter, but it isn't necessarily unpleasant. it's like tea that's been left to steep for too long. slightly earthy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- i don't think gaara would withdraw any information from you. he lays all his cards out on the table for you to see, and doesn't leave any room for ambiguity.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- prior to you, gaara has no sexual (or romantic) experience. complete virgin. rasa's sadistic methods of child-rearing denied gaara the chance to form any positive emotional connections. the trauma incited by yashamaru's betrayal also damaged gaara's perception of love, and he was shunned by his own village at a critical period in his life where he needed love. and for the cherry on top, he's drowning in his duty as the kazekage. the idea of a romantic relationship doesn't exactly excite him until he finds you.

- you are his teacher in love, and you function as a model that challenges the shortcomings of his past. his interest in sex starts to become evident when he finally settles into a romantic relationship with you. gaara is eager to please and quick to adapt, so he learns to become the best lover that you will ever have. there was nobody before you, and there will be nobody after you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

- any position that allows gaara to have close contact with you is a favourite of his. the warmth of your skin is a non-negotiable. gaara absolutely lives for missionary. he loves it when you fuck in face-off, and he loves the lotus position too. he loves the intimacy of eye contact, and the skin-to-skin contact that these positions provide. he loves it when your breath mingles with his, and he enjoys watching your facial expressions when you have sex.

- he also loves it when you're on top, taking the lead. positions like cowgirl are oriented towards and centred around your pleasure. you get to decide the pace, and it's more comfortable for you. he gets soooo turned on from watching your pleasure.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- he's not going to deliberately attempt to humour you, but the vibe is comfortable enough for you to laugh if something silly happens. something might happen like both of you leaning in for a kiss at the same time, resulting in your foreheads hitting one another.

- gaara has a charm about him that makes him funny in his own distinct little way. it doesn't matter how long you two have been together, nor does it matter how frequently you have sex: he will always treat it like the first time, and he will approach you with the slightest hesitancy. this makes him very, very fun to tease...

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- gaara is one of those people who naturally run on the more hairless side. he still grows body hair, but it's quite faint and it isn't that noticeable. the carpets match the drapes, and he keeps himself trimmed.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- sex with gaara is immensely intimate. love is an abstract emotion that becomes tangible every time you come together. you can taste it in every kiss. you can see it passing through his eyes. you can feel it when he clings onto you, when you both exchange sweat and whispers. sex is a cathartic experience where gaara finds it easier to say the words that are trapped deep in his heart. there have been a few times where the sheer intensity of it all has driven him to tears. you are so loved, and gaara leaves you with no doubt in your mind about that.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- masturbating isn't something he does frequently. if he's doing anything sexual, he'd rather do it with you. gaara doesn't really feel compelled to jack off in the first place, and on top of that, he would struggle to find the time.

- in the events where gaara does masturbate, it's to compensate for your absence. he closes his eyes and really immerses himself in the thought of you in doing so. your hands on his body, your voice in his ears, everything!

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

- PRAISE KINK, and this goes both ways. he enjoys receiving your praise, as well as praising you. he folds hard if you reinforce him with loving words. tell him how much you love him, and how special he is to you. call him your sweet boy, and kiss the parts of his body that don't get noticed. he'll blush from head to toe. conversely, he loves to embrace you and tell you how beautiful you are in poetic detail, listing off things about yourself you weren't even aware of.

- gaara would love to be your service sub. you give gaara a profound sense of worth and purpose that exists separately from his role as kazekage. it's part of a slow and prolonged foreplay that lasts all day. he'll do anything to satisfy you. make your breakfast the way you like it. answer your every request. arrange your clothes perfectly. garden and pick out the prettiest flowers for you: all because seeing you pleased with him turns him on. and when it's nightfall, you'll reward him by letting him cum inside you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

- gaara is a firm advocate for the bedroom. everything stays in there, and nothing ever comes out. nobody can bother you in the sanctuary of the bedroom, and it's where gaara feels the most comfortable. not only does he want to preserve his image as the kazekage, but he just genuinely isn't that open to the idea of having sex in a more unconventional location, like his office. maybe he will consider it if you're both 100% certain nobody is around.

m = motivation (what turns them on? what gets them going?)

- seeing you in your natural state really arouses gaara. he thinks you're always beautiful, but the version of you that isn't performing for the outside world makes him feel a certain kind of way. he's seeing you in a bare state, with layers peeled back exclusively for him and nobody else. he's already hard. you're not wearing makeup, you haven't got an elaborate outfit on or anything, it's simply you getting ready for bed or something, and he loves it.

- what gets him going is you being direct and assertive with your needs. if you straight-up tell him that you want to fuck, he will be turned on by your eagerness and give in to you.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- no sand in the bedroom whatsoever! literally none. not a single grain. he does not want to have to involve his jutsu in your moments of intimacy. that's too overwhelming for him. besides, it would make a terrible mess.

- no degradation. he's already been through too much of that in his life. why would he want to go relive his past with you, the person he loves most?

- no blood play either. the thought of him hurting you to such an extent where you draw blood is distressing to him.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- gaara loves getting head from you. his dick is sensitive, and he loves how the warmth of your mouth feels wrapped around him. he particularly loves it when swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock. he could cum just from you sucking the tip alone. he also likes it when you get his dick really wet and sloppy. highkey, watch out with your teeth though. the sensitivity works both in his favour and against him. even if it's just the gentlest scrape of your teeth, he's asking you to stop.

- gaara isn't the best at giving you head at first, but he studies you quickly! he'll ask you to show him where you want his mouth, how he should move his tongue. he gets the hang of oral really fast, and understands what you like and don't like very fast.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- one thing about gaara is that he's gonna try and make a good moment last forever, so if it's up to him, you're both taking it slow because he wants to remember how every inch of you feels dragging along his cock. he needs to stare into your eyes and tell you every last article of detail pertaining to his emotions. for gaara, slow and sensual wins the race.

- if you want him to move faster, you will receive your wish. this is more likely to happen where you're away and he doesn't get the time to masturbate, resulting in a particularly pent-up gaara. he'll pound into you if you give him the green light.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn't even like them tbh. he only accepts your requests for a quickie because it's you asking, and how could he possibly deny you? gaara isn't exactly fond of quickies because first of all, there's a severe time restraint that clashes with his preference for savouring you slowly. gaara's duty often leaves him quite exhausted too, so having to move fast would genuinely just knock the wind out of him.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- i think gaara is willing to experiment, provided that you're a patient partner who is understanding. gaara prefers to stay in his comfort zone when it comes to sex, and he can be a little slow to emerge from that cocoon of safety. you've gotta hold his hand through it all.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- gaara's past as a jinchuuriki, and the fact that he still has some chakra left over from shukaku means that on a physical level, his stamina is excellent. he can last a good handful of rounds. maybe even all night. but, if sex wasn't such an emotional experience for gaara, he would actually live up to his physical capabilities. the sentimental aspect of sex leaves him more tired than he should be.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- gaara doesn't own any toys, because he prefers to come into contact with his partner for pleasure, as opposed to relying on artificial means to induce pleasure. that's not to say that he's opposed to toys. if you offer a proposition to gaara, he'll hear you out with an open mind. gaara would not use toys on himself, but he'd allow you to use them on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

- gaara does not like to tease you whatsoever. you are both busy people, especially him as the kazekage. you both know what it's like to be deprived from each other on a sexual level. you're very well-acquainted with the effects of prolonged separation, and it makes you both crave each other to the point where it hurts. you can't afford to play tug-of-war and go back and forth with waiting games. you simply give into each other. gaara will straight fuck you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- gaara is a relatively soft-spoken person by nature, and this does extend into the bedroom. the sounds he makes can be so quiet, that you have to be very close to him in order to hear them properly. he'll whisper in your ears, and he'll hum softly in your mouth when you're kissing each other. most of the time, it's very soft breaths. occasionally he whimpers, and he'll always groan when he cums.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- after his ascent to kazekage, gaara became a patron of the arts. he enjoys theatre, but specifically puppetry because of the cultural associations it has with sunagakure. he is incredibly fond of performance arts, and if you incorporate elements of that in the bedroom, he's going to melt. wear bells around your ankles, put on jewelled undergarments, give him a lap dance, put on a show. he'll be rock hard.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- gaara is lean and toned. there's no heavy musculature going on here, because gaara is built for agility and chakra control. he doesn't have the bulk of a contact-fighter shinobi. his back is particularly well-defined, thanks to a significant portion of his life being devoted to carrying the gourd. he has beautiful collarbones, and quite the adonis' belt. give him kisses there. unlike the vast majority of shinobi, gaara hardly has any scars on his body. the sand shield kept his pretty, smooth skin from getting damaged.

- 5.5 inches. a very comfortable length, with a very comfortable girth thats slightly thinner. you can always put slide his cock inside you without any effort, but there's still just enough of a stretch that fills you up well. there's no prominent veins on his dick, and it has a slight upwards curve when he's completely hard. the complexion of his dick matches the complexion of the rest of his skin. it's prone to blushing, and gaara tends to drip a lot of precum. tip colour is #EBB9C8. overall, a really pretty dick.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- well, gaara's sex drive is fairly low. he can go weeks, or even months without cumming. his heavy duty of kazekage limits him from acting out on what little sexual desire he has. however, when he's in a relationship with you, his sex drive grows significantly higher.

- gaara's drive for sex is literally fuelled by romantic yearning. emotional intimacy and sex are the same to him, so he wants you almost all the time. gaara craves sex when he's in need of intimacy, and this usually happens when he's been away from you for a while, or if he's stressed out by something.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- he falls asleep about 20 minutes afterwards, bless his heart. for gaara, sex with you is almost like the perfect sedative. it's something that gaara will never half-ass, and he consistently pours his everything into you with every thrust he takes. you drain his dick of all his cum, and you also drain his heart of all his love.

- gaara also trusts you with his entire soul when it comes down to sleeping too. shukaku never gave him a break, and even with him gone, gaara does have the tendency to keep his guard up. gaara's subconscious registers you as a safe space where he doesn't have to do that anymore, so he finds it very easy to sleep around you.

a/n: i felt like doing one for gaara too as a warm up before i write full-length fanfiction again. i hope you all enjoy this! very busy with studying and im doing what i can. ^^

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Itachi 🍃

The first rays of sunrise cause Itachi's eyes to flutter as he grows conscious of his own body shortly after. His eyes opened in an instant, cheeks warming slightly.

So inappropriate.

He felt ashamed for having such a reaction, especially since he wad so close to you, and he suspected this was making him more aroused. Itachi knew this is a normal reaction of a well-conditioned body, yet it didn’t sit well with him to stay like this. Slowly, he takes his hands off your sleepy body as you let small groans leave your lips, making his body frozen until he made sure he didn’t wake you.

Itachi raised himself on the bed, head leaning against the counter. He folded his hands in his lap and looked at nothing in particular. What could he do? He should take care of himself in the bathroom? No, that’s just indulging in his primal urges. A cold shower? A run in the morning?

Vigilant to how he is in general, Itachi didn’t realise you were awake until you turned around, hand searching for him until it landed on his leg. He was petrified, locking his eyes on you when you addressed him.

“Itachi?”

He adjusted his voice, trying to act composed as much as he could.

“Sleep, [Name]. It’s still early.”

You whined, rolling your body towards him until your face rested on his chest.

This is worse, Itachi thought.

He placed his arm around you hesitantly as he dared to glance down at you only to see the perplexed expression on your face. It only took you a second to see the compromising position he was in when you glanced down closer to where your hand landed just before. When you looked back at him, Itachi’s breath stopped. You saw the blush in his face, despite his unreadable expression.

You bite a smile at that.

“Can I help you with…?”

His voice was aggravating, lacking sincerity.

“You don’t need to. It will pass.”

His chest heaves with each breath as your touch moves lower, nearing his waist.

“What if I want to?”

Itachi’s throat was dry, not taking his eyes off you as he saw the lovely, yet alluring gaze you gave him. He could only nod after a second too long, feeling too embarrassed to let you know that he really wants you to help him.

Obito 🍃

Obito didn’t even realise the condition he was in since you turned around in your sleep, staying so close to his soul — leg over his waist, arms around his body as his head nuzzled into your neck. He didn’t really sense if you were here with him since he was also not quite awake, but both of your bodies reacted before your mind can think. He pressed soft kisses on your neck, making you gasp unconsciously as you slowly moved against him. He gripped your leg higher, his own body grinding over yours.

Then, as he started to wake, Obito pressed a light kiss on your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the lust present in them mirrored his.

“Morning, baby.” You hummed, claiming his lips as he guided your body on your back, his body pressing fully against yours now, legs already parting for him until you felt his hard dick, making you moan against his mouth. He whispered against your ear as his thrusts turned firmer. “Do you see how you make me feel? Hm? Only you can do this.”

“F-Fuck, Obito…”

Obito surely likes to feel you first in the morning.

Shisui 🍃

Shisui rubbed his hand over his eyes for waking up all of a sudden. His hand landed on the small furniture next to the bed, checking the time on his phone. Hell, what's with this ungodly hour?

He glanced back at you, causing a subtle to form on his drowsy expression as he could hear the small snores leaving your lips, your palm under your right cheek.

Just before he wanted to close his eyes again, coming closer the sweet heat your body provides for him, he felt his own. Ah, waking up in a tent again?

He could feel his arousal rising as filthy thoughts filled his mind when he glanced at his hard dick and then at you. Two times. He grinned to himself. Wouldn't it be a great time to wake his baby like this?

Slowly, yet sure of himself, he placed his hand over your front, closing the distance until his warm breath was against your neck. He placed soft kisses here and here, his hand wandered over your body as his own now pressed against yours. When you guided your hips unwittingly towards him, Shisui actually let out a quiet moan. Dirty girl.

He needs to wake you up now. How do you tease him like that even in your sleep? Not like this was the first time; already knowing how vulnerable you are in the mornings, letting him feel you like that. In fact, you stated this before, shyly enough to make his heart melt on the spot.

“You can wake me up…when…you are like this.”

When you murmured, still sleepy, Shisui's moves turned bold; his hand squeezed your breast, hips meeting your unconscious movement as his dick started getting lonely by the moment.

You whispered, asking him for no real reason.

“W-What time is it?”

“Way too early.” He murmured, his lips tracing your neck with wet kisses as his hand came to tilt you until he started kissing you in an uncoordinated, sensual kiss. Just then you felt his dick pressed against your ass, eyes now fully open while he already looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“Look who woke up.”He looked down at his hardness, but you couldn't roll your eyes since you were already moaning from his slow thrusts. Shisui kneaded your ass cheeks, making room for his clothed dick to feel better over your already damp underwear since this is how you normally sleep with him. “It would be such a shame to not give it to my baby, right?”

“Shusui…”

He kissed your lips one more time. It was already too hard to waste a minute more.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart.”

Genma 🍃

Genma felt his scratchy, dry throat before he opened his eyes, sighing and sitting up as he opened the bottle of water next to the bed. Gulping almost all of it that few drops of water fell onto his bare chest. Too hot. The weather outside was unbearable, even indoors. And the night was even worse.

He looked at you then, seeing your body stretched out across the bed, barely leaving him room to sit. His mouth twitched, amused at the sight. Then, his gaze lingered over your body, your ass slightly bent sweetly toward him. The fact that you were also half-naked — wearing some shorts you’d stoled from him and a top that had ridden up enough to leave your breasts exposed—didn’t help Genma at all.

Tsk. That’s all he needed right now. To be hard while also dying of heat at the same time. He should sleep.

He tried. He really tried, palm resting under his face, body positioned to the side. But his constant fidgeting on the bed wakes you up too, and the first sound you let out is an irritated groan.

“The fuck are you doing, Shinarui?!”

Aw, someone is angry? You rolled onto your belly, putting a pillow over your head as the view was another sweet angle, ass in plain sight.

Hmm.

“Sorry, sorry.” You throw the pillow from your head since the cold part of it already starts burning as he catches it and your hand freezes mid-air.

When you peered to see him, contemplating if you should beat his ass for waking you up after you barely got to sleep because of the humidity in the room, your eyes locked on his piercing gaze and having a lapse in your judgement. You exhaled hard, dropping your head on the bed, facing him as his fingers started playing with strands of your hair, letting your face breathe from the sweat.

“It’s too damn hot.”

“Mhm. It wakes me up too.”

Your eyes open slowly, looking at him as his faint touches now traced your sides until they rested on your hip, burning the area. You glanced down. Great, Genma has a boner.

“And you decide to wake me up too?”

When he came closer, you turned around swiftly to escape him as he chuckled, not really minding the new position as his exploring touches start messing with your inner debate.

“Geeenma! It’s too hot…”

Genma starts kissing the back tenderly of your neck, brushing the hair off and murmuring against your skin. That’s true. Maybe an ice play will help next time?

“I’ll be short?”

He adjusts himself, pressing his dick against your ass. Then his hand leaving your thighs, spreading his palm across your stomach and abdomen, pulling, trying to pull you closer as if you could get any closer, feeling his heat merging with yours, already spreading inside all your body.

“I-It better be good.”

You know your taunting words are in vain; it's not like he will ever disappoint you here, letting yourself be sexually deprived.

“Of course, baby.” He sucked your earlobe slowly while his hands cradled your poor, needy breast, playing with your hard nubs, hips grinding against your ass. "When would Iever let my pretty girl be unsatisfied?”

You bite your lip, head resting against his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours, one of his hands came to squeeze your butt, and his thrust turned hungry, leaving you a desperate mess as his other hand came to lift your chin. His thumps pressed on your lips until you opened them by the moans that slipped from your lips.

“You…didn’t—!”

Genma kissed you then, shortly, his raspy breaths warming your face as his hands came to touch you where you couldn’t wait for it. His front didn’t meet your back anymore, as he took his dick out to stroke it with one hand before the other came between your legs, fingers teasing between your pussy folds before they started circling around your clit.

“Fuck. You are so wet, baby.”

He tested your entrance, his finger started fucking your pussy at the same time he stroked himself. Your pretty voice only spurred him more.

“Only for you, G-Genma—“

He groaned as his cum purred down on your ass as he prolonged the intense feeling with his hand milking himself dry. Damn, that was quick. Yet, his orgasm barely wears off until he lifts your leg as his now two fingers start thrusting inside you, making your mind blank until all the heat you feel is from him, provoked by him. And you realised you didn’t mind at all.

Madara 🍃

Madara adjusted his position, placing a hand behind his head when he woke up abruptly. He decided to stay a couple of minutes more since this day isn’t particularly eventful. He wouldn’t say out loud, but the heat emanating from your body against him was driving him closer to sleep too.

He opened one of his eyes when you woke up too, lifting your face from his naked chest as you glanced at him shortly before looking over your shoulder when you saw it was still night outside. You groaned, resting your head again him while you mumbled.

“Why can't I fucking sleep more on free days…”

You opened your eyes as his voice had a gravelly, morning tone, but your attention now was on something else entirely.

“Complaining about it will not make any difference. Go back to sleep.”

No remarks? Madara thought.You couldn’t be irritated enough to ignore him first thing in the morning just from that. You can handle more. He tilted his head to see you better, noticing your open eyes.

Ah. By the way you fidget slightly, pressing your inner thighs against his leg slowly like you didn't mean it, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“It will go down alone. No intention behind it.” He raised an eyebrow when you gazed at him, seeing the familiar lascivious gaze in your eyes. Someone is hungry? He wasn’t phased by typical body reactions, but yours was interesting. Yet, you’re stubborn enough to not say it directly. “Say what you think, minx.”

He saw the hesitation before you dropped the sinful idea, leaning back against his chest.

“Nothing.”

He sighed. In a minute, Madara moved your body as you gasped, shocked by the sudden action, until he was towering over you. He took your hands and place them on both sides of your head.

“So my wife’s mind isn't filled now with filthy thoughts? That’s what are you saying?” You swallowed, tilting your head to the side to avoid his intense, dark gaze as his mouth twitched. “Hm?” He spoke between firm, wet kisses on your neck before lowering himself until you felt his hard dick, but you wrapped your legs invitingly around him.

“Y-You just want to hear it— Mhm! F-For your ego to get bigger.”

He squeezed your breast against his big hands, raising your shirt to suck and kiss on the skin here.

“And what if I do?” He straightened himself to take his dick out of his pants, looking at you as he spat in his mouth before stroking himself. You watched in a daze, feeling your breath cut short. “Is it that bad to fuck my wife first thing in the morning?”

Definitely not. But you wouldn’t say that out loud so soon. Only when his thrust will turn so rough and his fingers will move on your clit so sweet until a weak admission will slip past your lips.

Sasuke 🍃

The sun barely found a place between the curtains when Sasuke woke up. Not because he intended to; he still has at least half an hour before his dawn session should start, but you moved in your sleep, unconsciously chasing his body until you put your head over his chest, with your arm over him.

He let his fingers swirl barely against the strands of your hair, then rested his hand over your head until he sighed, closing his eyes for a couple of minutes —for nothing. Slowly, he start to feel an unfamiliar feeling at first until he realised when he opened his eyes again, raising slightly to see the bulge forming in his pants.

He drops his head over the pillow again, glancing shortly at you. This is not good. At all. And it got worse when you moved slightly again, humming probably at the soothing calmness his warmth provides as you always told him before while you pressed around him more, accidentally resting your leg over his dick. He grunted uncontrollably, feeling mortified as seconds passed.

Sasuke got used to you and the cuddling session you forced him into. Well, forcing is not really the truth. Even if it took time for his body to ease around you, he didn’t mind having you in his arms. You’re his lover after all. Still, this is a completely different feeling. His own body betraying him.

“Sasuke?” No. Sleep. Please, sleep.

He swallowed, not really answering. He shuts his eyes when he senses you’ll open yours, faking sleep. Yet, he betrayed himself even more when your fingers started tracing his fingers over his face, faintly — on his pretty features, tracing the line of his eyebrows, on his not-so-pale cheeks.

You stilled when his eyes opened slowly, locking on yours right away.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond, but you pressed again. “Sasuke?”

He sighed. But when he felt you wanted to break away from him, his hold intensified as he blurted out the words. “N-No. You didn’t. I was…awake.”

“Hm? Did you just fake being asleep?”

Your teasing smile fades when your eyes wander for more explanation. You almost choke on air at the same time with him, a blush formed on both of your faces and you were the first to hide in his chest.

You could feel his heartbeat pumping violently against your ear, and that really caught your attention. Slowly, you raised your head and looked at him. His attention was fully on you now. He feels restless about what you will say that his mouth stays shut.

“Do you… Can we…”

His eyes widen slightly at the same time you struggle to vocalise what you want. Your flustered expression was enough for Sasuke’s control to slip as his hand guided your back, his other cupping your face as his mouth found yours in a much-needed kiss.

That was all it took for Sasuke to not feel embarrassed, instead letting his low, deep thrust fuck your pussy until both of you were left with no air to breathe.

Naruto 🍃

Naruto inhaled your scent, his face brushing your hair as he found himself hugging you tighter against him. At that, you turned around in your sleepy state of mind, puzzling your bodies together as your hand now rested behind his neck, tugging his hair gently.

“Ghh…I don’t want to wake up.”

You chuckled, his voice waking you more as your hand goes to caress his back, whispering against his ear.

“You should, baby. You’re going to be late again.”

He didn’t really hear your words clearly since his mind started going in another direction; a shiver went down his spine as the warm air puffed from your lips touched his neck. Just then, Naruto felt something growing between his legs. Oh, no!

Naruto stilled, and your wandering hand stopped, leaning your head back to watch him.

“Naruto?”

He only glanced once at you, too shy to say something as his head lowered to hide his face from you, accidentally nuzzling his face between your breasts. Damn it! His head rose in an instant, his mouth open with his cheeks flushed hard. You giggled at the sight, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth and then on his cheek.

“What’s with this face?” He moved slightly for the inconvenient feeling down there, and that’s how you felt it — when he pushed his hips towards you, his dick touching your leg by mistake. You gulped, your own face reddened as your gaze turned a shade darker. “S-So this was the problem.”

He swiftly goes on his back before he grips the blanket from the end of the bed and covers himself, hands gripping around it, hiding half of his face.

“Naruto?”

He put his hand over his eyes, grumbling.

“This is so embarrassing!"

He looked surprised at you when your hands came on top of his, dropping them to reveal his red face. You couldn’t hide the teasing smile you showed in your voice too.

“Don’t hide! You’re kind of cute like this…”

His muscles tensed at your praise, but more when your hands came under the pillow, moving slowly towards his painfully hard dick. He followed the actions like in a daze until he turned his head sharply towards you.

"What—What are you doing?”

Your face inches apart from him now, whispering against his ear.

“Can I touch you, Naruto?”

Your hand stopped moving, fingers circling around his belly as you wait for an answer. It came pinched, desperately, which only made you touch him immediately.

"Y-yes…" Naruto moaned when he felt your palm against his pants, stroking him teasingly before your hand came under the clothes to feel his precum around your tips as you spread it around his dick. “Please—“

Naruto thinks that’s the best decision he took in all his life.

Shikamaru 🍃

With your face pressed against the pillow, sleeping on your belly until the clock rang in the whole fucking room, you groaned as you gripped another one and threw it where Shikamaru’s body probably is.

“What the hell—“

You spoke irritably.

“Turn off that fucking clock! It’s the third time it rings!”

Shikamaru’s arm was over his forehead, one of his eyes open lazily. His voice was hoarse.

“That’s for sure the best way to wake up your man in the morning.”

You turned your head towards him, glaring at him and catching him as he adjusted the pants that confined his morning wood. A pink formed on his cheek when he looked back at you, but he didn’t say anything.

“Yeah? And how should I wake my man then, huh? Since he wakes me up like this.”

Shikamaru’s eyes lingered on your body; your short pyjama pants make the curve of your body now resting on your side more appealing. When he looked back at you as you already saw his lingering gaze, knowing what his lazy ass might think right now, Shikamaru actually surprised you.

“Sorry. I’ll try to wake at the first alarm. Or…maybe I should sleep on the couch when I need to wake up before you.”

You raised an eyebrow, sensing the docile side of him surging from something else. Not that Shikamaru can’t be considerate when needed. But the way he averts his eyes when you look at him tells you that’s not really the only reason.

You start moving slowly as he follows every movement. Your tone wasn’t aggressive anymore, more taunting-like.

“You still didn’t answer my question, Shikamaru.”

The way his name falls from your lips makes him twitch in his pants. He raised himself a little as he parted his legs at the same time you came over him. He let out a heavy breath when you started living kisses from the top of him, his face, and his neck, followed by a peck on his lips as your intense gaze put him in place.

Shikamaru knows when he should definitely shut up.

You continued, your hand lifting his t-shirt to kiss him here, squeezing the muscles he usually hides as he looked on at how you bent for him, raising your ass in the air. His pupils grew when he saw your grin, looking at him under your fluttering lashes.

“Fuck…”

“So? Can you answer me, or are you too out of your genius mind?”

He gulped when you started undressing him, his pants followed by his shorts, while he didn’t know where to look at first.

“You should wake me however you want.”

You breathed a laugh, watching him shut his eyes close as you took his dick in your hand, stroking him slowly after spreading his wetness around the tip, then to the base.

“Yeah? Then don’t complain the next time.”

Shikamaru gasped when he felt your warm mouth placing kisses around him before taking him inside. His hand goes straight to your hair, struggling to grasp it in a ponytail as he already feels embarrassingly close.

“Y-yes, babe I will—Fuck!" He cut himself off when you started sucking him faster, moving your hand over the base of his dick to stroke at the same time, then cupping his full balls to play with them, showing a little attention here too.

He will keep his promise. He will definitely wake up on the first alarm from now on if things like this happen often. After all, he listens to whatever his wife says, even if he messes up sometimes until he learns his lesson. As he should.

Gaara 🍃

The first time it happened, Gaara acted in an instant. He takes your hands off him carefully, moving your body in a slow manner so as not to wake you up, and goes straight to the bathroom.

He felt guilty getting himself off in it with you in the next room. His mind was so full of blaming thoughts until he stilled when he felt a presence behind him. You whined sleepily as you came closer to him, not yet aware why Gaara would wash his hands in such an aggressive rhythm.

Meanwhile, the water still poured when you went to wash your face. When you finally saw him better, you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Gaara, are you okay?”

Gaara didn’t say anything, too embarrassed to even move or speak until you saw the wet spot over his pants. He looked down after you already did it, and when his eyes looked into yours, his face was already the same colour as his hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes widen, finally turning to face the sink, gripping the sides of it as his head lowered, bangs covering his flustered figure.

“How could I? That will be a selfish action.”

He almost choked when he felt your touch —face pressing against his back, hands over his chest.

“Not if I wanted to.”

Gaara didn’t say anything for a minute before he finally whispered.

“I…didn’t know.”

You tilted your body until he gave you a side glance while you rise a little on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his warm cheek.

“Now you do!”

And next time, composed as he was, Gaara tried to muffle his moans with the back of his hands as you stroked him slowly, almost teasingly, enjoying every reaction he gave you as he came for you way too quickly while his body shook with pleasure.

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

If you listened to him when he spoke, instead of interrupting him or speaking over him without noticing, he’d feel appreciated.

However, he is still iffy on things, even then, for a while. Like if you say his name last, he’ll take it to heart even if the order of names wasn’t important.

He’ll take not being the first person on your mind personally.

But overtime, if you treat him like you see him, he’ll notice that.

And eventually, he falls for you. Probably before you really did for him, considering he’s a bit quiet.

If you’re quiet too, that’s okay. Things might just move slower.

But if you’re a bit or way more talkative, he’ll enjoy listening to you. He finds he doesn’t mind constant talking and rambling if it’s from you. He likes to listen to every detail and try to commit things he may need to know later to his memory.

Overtime, you’d find yourself falling for him. After all, once you get to know him you’ll realize he’s committed to protecting his friends and his bugs. And really he’s quite kind hearted.

Now it can be a little hard to be with him if you’re not willing to discuss bugs.

He won’t make you hold them if you don’t like them. In fact, if you’re afraid of them, he figures it may be best if you don’t handle them for their and your safety. Mostly theirs because they’re easy to hurt.

But you at least have to be willing to discuss and learn about bugs. After all, I hc him as autistic (I think he is 100% coded to be autistic. He’s a lot like me so I can totally see it) so that’s his special interest.

And Shino doesn’t easily see a point in engaging in a conversation not about his special interest.

He’ll find he’s willing to listen in about your interests (or special interests or hyperfixations) just because it’s you. And he wants to hear about you, and from you.

I think you’d have to be the one to ask him out.

So you do.

The relationship starts off slow. You’ll slowly get more from him, but he’s slow to open up, or to talk in general.

Most dates will be you talking, and him listening.

But you plan a date purposely centered around him, and at first he doesn’t notice, but soon you’re talking about his bugs and he starts to catch on.

You did a lot for him. And he feels special.

Really, the key to his heart is to see him. Make him feel special. Because he really is ❤️

You two garden together if you’re okay with getting your hands a little dirty.

He remembers your favorite flower from times like those when you tell him, and he’ll plant plenty for you. Even buy you some for the next date and special occasions.

He talks so highly of you.

Quiet dates usually.

Or dates where you both infodump.

He’d be perfectly okay with just existing in the same space quietly if you like that.

Eventually you’ll probably get to see his eyes! Don’t go around telling people what they look like though unless he’s told you that you can. More than likely, that’s more of between you two kind of thing.

If you’re a shinobi, he knows you can protect yourself, but he’d make sure he can cover your back well in anyway you could possibly need so he can protect you.

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This takes a long time for him to be ready for.

But when you two are ready, he wants it to be perfect.

It’d have to be when you two are alone together in one of your bedrooms, no possibility of distraction or interruption.

Likely at night.

Your first time with him would be intimate, slow, and careful. A bit awkward too.

I’m willing to bet that he doesn’t often touch himself, so he’s not all that sure how he likes things.

He’ll be discovering a lot about himself with you because it’s not very likely he’s been with anybody before you.

He’s big, and he’s aware of that, though. So he wants to make sure you’re more than ready for him.

He’ll go down on you first if that’s okay with you. Finger you a bit during or after that.

Likely he’ll take his time getting to know exactly how you like things, and eventually it’ll get to the point you’re begging him to just put it in you.

When you see his cock for the first time, you do a double take for sure. He’s huge. And now you’re probably wonder how you’ll be able to handle him.

He’ll go slow, but I totally think this would be the one time he can barely control himself.

He’s so composed and put together most of the time. All serious. But being inside you makes him lose all of that. He’s drunk on you.

He tries to stay quiet, but things totally slip from his throat and out his lips. Quiet, but you notice.

He’s careful not to hurt you, but he’s in euphoria with the way you feel around him so his pace picks up a little bit rather he means to or not.

Now he’s not a minute man, it takes longer for him to cum even if this is 100% the best he’s ever felt in his life.

He cums hard though. And takes a little bit to recover from it, so if you want another round, give him a few minutes to breathe.

I think things with him would be rather vanilla (this might be projection tho, bc I’m a basic boring vanilla bitch)

He insists on using a condom and any means of protection you two can if you aren’t planning on having little kids running around any time soon.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Madara can be a bit distant after sex. If things got particularly rough (and they usually do) he’ll tell you how good you were for him. After that, he kind of likes to be loved on a bit. 

Sex can be a very vulnerable act, and Madara can get a little overwhelmed because he’s not someone who is used to feeling vulnerable. Just let him lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair and listen to him talk quietly about what’s going through his mind.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His eyes of course. They’re powerful and he can use them to memorize every inch of you. Not to mention they heighten his experience because he becomes so much more aware of your movements and reactions. 

On his partner, it’s probably a tie between the hips and hands. He loves gripping onto your hips and guiding you against him. He also really just enjoys feeling your hands all over him whether your touches are gentle or rougher. He can’t choose, and honestly, he wouldn’t entertain such a silly topic even if you asked. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Madara definitely wants to cum inside you. This stems from the fact that he’s got a super strong breeding kink. He’s a little bit obsessed with filling you with his seed then staying inside of you to make sure none of it drips out. If a single drop spills out he’ll be like, “So wasteful. Looks like we have to start again.” 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have a threesome with you and Hashirama really badly. Once he’s super comfortable, he may mention it to you. If you’re not into it, he would never force you to do it. It’s just something he’d be really curious about, and maybe even consider a polyamorous relationship. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely got some experience. Mostly super casual and not exactly intimate. A one-night stand or quickie here and there. He’s learned a bit about what to do to please a partner, but in the past, he hasn’t actually cared much. Once he’s committed, he’ll have to learn how to be intimate. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In general, he prefers positions where he’s dominant. Even if you’re on top he’s gonna be holding onto you and taking charge. Doggy style might be his favorite. He’ll have one hand on your hips guiding you on his cock while the other hand is buried in your hair. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Madara doesn’t have much of a sense of humor. Sometimes you might find him amusing because he can be a little bratty if things aren’t going his way, but he wouldn’t be funny on purpose. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Madara isn’t super hairy. He has a dark line of hair leading into his pants to a nicely groomed patch of dark hair. He is very prideful about his appearance. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Madara can be a mixed bag when it comes to intimacy. He can be a little distant at times, especially when the relationship is new. Just holding you down and pounding into you without much affection attached. 

However, he does become more intimate once his feelings for you grow. In fact, he becomes downright passionate once he realizes he loves you. He’ll cling onto you and press kisses (and bites) to every inch of your skin. He’ll also become more vocal with praising you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Madara doesn’t masturbate very much. He has a lot of self-control, and would rather just wait until he can actually just have a proper fuck. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink is his absolute number one kink. Nothing turns him on more than fucking you and telling you how he’s going to fill you up with all of his cum. He’s also big into dominating you. Spanking, degradation, blindfolds, and bondage all come into play here. Overstimulation and edging both are things Madara is super into, and they often will come into play in tandem. He’ll edge you for ages until you’re begging him to let you cum. Then he’ll overstimulate you until you’re crying. 

Madara will sprinkle some praise in there as well to remind you that no matter how much he talks shit during sex, he does really love you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is his favorite place because he can really take his time with you. He’s not always that picky though. Sometimes if you’re both out and about and you start being bratty, he’s not above dragging you into the nearest alleyway and teaching you a lesson. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re being kind of a brat, he wants to teach you a lesson. If you wear a cute little outfit in front of other people and he notices others looking at you, he’ll definitely want to remind you who you belong to. The thought of having kids with you gets him going pretty easily too. 

Deep down, Madara is kind of touch starved as fuck. If you show him any kind of affection, he will absolutely be weak. He won’t admit it, of course. The softer the affection the more it turns him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a lot that Madara wouldn’t do. Just like everyone, he has his limits. He wouldn’t be into ageplay, scat, or piss. He might get turned on by a bit of pain and seeing you cry when he’s overstimulating you, but he would never want to actually harm you in any way. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t actually have much of a preference. He enjoys both equally for different reasons. You having your mouth wrapped around his cock while he guides you and fucks your face is amazing. 

However, he also loves going down on you. He’s very good at it and can have you tinkering on the edge of climax in minutes. He loves the control he has over you in that moment. The way you tug on his hair and beg him to let you cum. He could stay between your thighs like that for hours. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can switch the pace up pretty easily. It just depends on his mood. Sometimes he wants to be rough with you and have you begging for him to give you a break. Other times he just wants to take his time to kiss you all over and fuck you slowly. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s very open to quickies, and it is a pretty common occurrence in your relationship. When Madara wants you, he wants you as soon as possible and wherever you can find privacy. He’s not picky about that. 

Especially if he gets jealous. He has to have you as soon as possible to remind you (and kind of himself) that you’re his.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is absolutely game to experiment and take risks. (Especially if that risk could involve getting caught by Hashirama and him maybe joining.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last as long as he wants. Madara is very good with edging himself and has a lot of self-control during sex. He is able to go at least three rounds if he wants. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cuffs, ropes, blindfolds. Maybe a gag, but he won’t use it much because he likes hearing you beg. Maybe if you’re being too mouthy. 

He’d much rather be the one using them, but if you play your cards right you might be able to finesse your way into using them on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Madara is the biggest fucking tease in the whole world. He just loves hearing you beg and the more desperate you are (especially if you cry) the more he enjoys it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is pretty loud. Letting his moans of pleasure come out without much regard for if anyone might hear him. He also talks a lot during sex, and the things he’ll say will be inconsistent. One moment he’s telling you what a desperate little slut you are and then the next thing that falls out of his mouth is that you’re a good girl taking his cock so well. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Madara really just loves boobs a lot. After sex he’ll often want to snuggle up against you and put his head on your chest. During foreplay, he’ll spend a lot of time kissing and massaging them. He’ll tease your nipples with his mouth. He just really loves boobs, and he doesn’t even care about the size. Big tits, small tits, tits somewhere in between. They’re all good to Madara. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Madara has a pretty big cock. Around 8 ½ inches and super thick. If you’re not super experienced beforehand, he’ll definitely have to ease it into you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Madara has a super high sex drive, especially when things get serious enough for the possibility of having kids to come into the mix. He’s a little prideful, so he won’t admit how often he yearns for you. But he definitely does. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t tend to fall asleep super easily after sex. In general, he doesn’t sleep much. So he’ll probably lay beside you for a long time just listening to you breathe or the two of you talking nonsense until you fall asleep.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

“That’s not right,” you mutter, erasing the error.

Field work requires hands and hard tools. Paper and pencil are tangible, holds you present, keeps you focused. They’re also the only tools you have, the rest confiscated when you landed on Yautja Prime, greeted by a Yautja clan that weren’t even the tiniest bit amused to see you.

You weren’t armed. Not a threat. Unworthy prey.

They were rightly pissed you arrived on their homeworld, but thought it better to keep you when you opened your mouth and Yautja followed. Your fluency in Yautja only went so far. They were curious but also suspicious, made worse by the Weyland-Yutani ship you arrived on.

Studying Xenoanthropology in school opened the door to employment with the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. They admired your observations about different alien species, offered you a job, sent you off-world to a colonized star system, on a planet that never saw the sun because of industrial pollution caused by Weyland-Yutani mining operations.

Your job landed you in the research labs, in front of Yautja technology. The Company told you all they wanted was to expand their cultural knowledge on the species, but when you were shown the Yautja ship, asking you to decode and translate the information contained within, you knew then that they didn’t care about Yautja culture. They wanted information. They wanted to find their homeworld.

And being the spontaneous idiot that you are, you did the exact opposite. Destroyed the labs, destroyed their research, destroyed the ship. Erased it all and fled, stealing the coordinates for yourself.

You can’t go home. You can’t return to any world or star system that’s been colonized by humans. Weyland-Yutani is looking for you.

A gentle blow, a rounding of the lips, and the grit of graphite disappears from the page. Angling the notebook toward the light, you glance between it and your point of study.

“Could be worse,” you sigh, returning the notebook to your lap. “Could be better.”

On the page are two sketches, each of a Yautja torso. One female and the other male. Anatomy was never your subject, but it’s still important to document, and here, witnessing this cultural ritual, gives you a clear view of their naked bodies. Trust, built over months, is the only reason you’re currently perched on a tree stump with notebook in hand.

A clan matriarch is in heat, ready to mate, but more than one male has caught her eye. Eight yards away from where you sit are a group of male Yautja, five in total. They’re naked except for a stripe of paint on their arms, each a different color designating what subset of the clan they’re from. Females spearhead each clan, typically the strongest amongst their number. When a female Yautja is in heat, her choice must come from a different clan. Like humans, they do not inbreed, the practice causing unfavored genetic traits.

The female Yautja in question, Ahra, is separated from the males, surrounded by other females, their tendrils gray. They are elders, deeply respected and cared for. You focus on her muscled limbs, returning to your sketch, erasing lines and redrawing for emphasis. Tongue between your teeth, you concentrate on the transition from torso to chest to shoulder.

A soft crunch of grass comes from behind you. You quickly turn, finding no one. Frowning, you slowly return to your notebook, only for large hands to yank it from your grasp.

“Bhatul! What are you doing?”

Bhatul, the only Yautja you’ve formed a true connection with, holds your notebook in front of him with both hands, head cocked, black quills falling over one shoulder, several decorated with gold rings. He’s a mix of dusty red, tan, and black spots, common for the members of his clan that live in the warmer, drier regions of Yautja Prime with a healthy amount of smaller quills on his arms and chest.

Using one hand, he turns the notebook around. “Me?” he asks, indicating the half-complete male diagram.

“And what if it is?” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He chuffs. “You show truth. I am strong. Virile.”

The back of your neck grows hot. With you sitting on the tree stump, and him standing in front of you, naked, you have a clear view of his penis. It’s directly in front of your face.

“That’s not—” you begin.

“Do you think she will mate with me?” asks Bhatul.

“Ahra?” Bhatul inclines his head. “Isn’t it a contest?”

“Yes,” nods Bhatul. “We chase. Subdue. Mount.”

“All of you?”

Bhatul huffs, affronted. “A female Yautja has only one—”

You throw up your hands. “Yes. I know. I can see that.” You turn your head in Ahra’s direction. “Quite clearly.”

Bhatul tosses the notebook back to you. You catch it, nearly falling off the stump from the force behind the throw. “You will not enter the forest.”

“Excuse me?”

He steps forward and kneels, bringing him eye-level. “I know you. Too curious.” Bhatul lifts his hand, imitating a head opening and closing its mouth. “Talking.” He changes to two fingers that walk along an invisible surface. “Following.”

You roll your eyes. “You tell me to follow. And I have to.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “Makes other Yautja jealous.”

“Jealous?” you deadpan.

“You are…pet. Other Yautja want pet.”

Unbelievable. You’d pull on one of his mandibles but that would only rile him up more than he already is. Bhatul enjoys pushing your buttons, but it’s never mean. He was the first to approach you without an ulterior motive, to ask questions and answer yours in return. A friend, you suppose.

“So, what?” you laugh. “I’m your dog?”

Bhatul snorts, his mandibles flexing. “Dog?” he repeats slowly, the human word sounding odd in his mouth.

Since arriving, you’ve only spoken Yautja, but write your research in your native language. There are no mandibles for you to use, and the mouth structures are different, but they understand, even when you butcher their words.

“It’s an animal,” you say, switching back to Yautja. “A common pet for humans. Fluffy. Friendly. Cuddles with you. Follows you around.”

Bhatul nods. “You are dog.”

You punch Bhatul in the arm. He makes a rattling, chuffing sound you’ve come to know as the closest thing the Yautja have to laughter.

The first time you heard it, you had asked Bhatul if Yautja only see in infrared as research suggests.

“No,” he had said, tapping a finger close to his eye. “We have a gland. Links to our eyes. Helps us see body heat. Good for hunting.”

“And what if you’re not hunting?”

“The gland isn’t active.” He had leaned in, gaze observing your entire body in a slow perusal. “I can see you clearly.”

You punch Bhatul again. “Are you serious?”

“You follow me around.”

You keep hitting him. “You ask me to. Why do I have to repeat myself?”

Bhatul grabs your wrist, drawing your hand away from his massive bicep. Instead of releasing your wrist, he continues to hold it, staring into your eyes with an intensity that makes your stomach drop. It’s been happening more and more this look.

“I like your company,” he says, his already gruff, guttural voice deepening. “You ask questions.”

“I ask too many.”

“You do.” He drops your hand but doesn’t stand. “Don’t enter the forest.” And then he’s up, heading toward the male Yautja clustered nearby.

Technically, you’re supposed to listen and obey. You are human, not Yautja. You were not given the same rights or privileges. While in most circumstances, you’d listen to Bhatul, this might be your only opportunity.

With his back to you, you pack up your notebook and grab your satchel, easing into the tree line until the large leaves provide enough coverage to hide you. These are not hunting grounds, and the only predators are the Yautja.

Kneeling behind a tree, you carefully observe Ahra dashing into the trees, the males fanning out, the same amount of distance between each. You count the seconds from when Ahra enters the forest until the males takes off. Not all of them follow in her footsteps. Several branch off, splitting away from the main group, adding distance as they pass the tree line. One of the larger males charges in your direction, his speed immeasurably fast, almost a blur to your eye.

You throw yourself to the ground as he leaps. Above you, the tree violently shakes as he lands and pushes off, jumping to another. Hand over mouth, you wait until you cannot see him and the trees come to rest.

Slowly, you ease onto your knees, grabbing the tree to help haul you up to your feet. One step. Two. There is no rush, no need to run after them. It’ll only draw attention, and the point is to observe, not get in the way. You’ll keep back, follow at a distance, observe what you can, and record it all in your notebook. Bhatul will fill in the blanks.

Keeping to a crouch, you shift between the trees, listening for unusual sounds, watching for any movement. There is the wind, the occasional snapping of a twig, the buzz of insects, or a call of a bird. You’re not entirely sure what you’re listening for except the guttural grunts of mating.

You come to a stop. “What the fuck am I doing?” you groan, rubbing at your temples.

Observing a ritual of a secretive alien species that no one outside the species has seen? An amazing opportunity. Stumbling onto Yautja having sex? Less cool. In fact, not ideal.

Turning around, you take a step, intending to return the way you came. You’re mid-stride, determined, and then you’re flying, scooped off your feet by a large, powerful force. The impact is sudden and hard, temporarily pushing the air from your lungs, shoving you into a bout of dizziness.

Everything spins as you cling to whatever’s grabbed you, attempting to breathe through every jolt and jerk, yanked along like a children’s doll. Your captor lands, the impact shaking your bones. The hold around you loosens until you roll out of their embrace and onto the ground.

“I told you not to enter the forest.”

You turn onto your back, inhaling deeply through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth. You repeat the process until your hands stop shaking and there is no threat of falling if you stand.

You crack open your eyelids, staring up into Bhatul’s grim expression. “I’m observing. That’s what I do.”

He chuffs, mandibles flexing in agitation. “You do not understand.”

You prop yourself on your elbows. “Explain then.” Groaning, you sit up fully, rubbing at your neck and lower back. “Not like you said anything to begin with,” you mutter.

Bhatul releases a guttural snarl, quills swishing as he starts to pace. “This is a mating ritual. You are female.”

No shit you big idiot.

Slowly, you ease onto your knees, placing your palm against a nearby slab of rock to help ease the ascent. “I’m not Yautja. It doesn’t matter.”

Bhatul whirls on you, approaching with such ferocity you hit the rock in your attempt to back away. “It does matter. You are human but you are female.” He reaches out, one finger lightly tracing the side of your throat. “You give off a scent. Different from female Yautja. But we know it all the same.”

“You—you know—”

Bhatul leans in. “I smell it all the time.”

Female Yautja produce a specific pheromone when in heat, a signal to the males that she’s in her fertile window. Males don’t become senseless beasts. The instinct to reproduce heightens, and their behavior changes. They want to impress, to show the female their strength, that they are good providers and protectors, the fiercest hunter.

Humans don’t produce sex pheromones, but body odor can change, especially for people with female reproductive organs. Body odor can shift during different cycle stages because of hormone changes, but those changing odors don’t trigger sudden behavioral changes in other humans.

But Bhatul isn’t human. Yautja sense of smell is far stronger. What might be a mild shift in odor to you could be a beacon to him. You hadn’t considered it.

“What do you smell?” you ask tentatively.

Bhatul remains where he is. The space between your bodies is nonexistent. You are small and fragile compared to Bhatul’s height and broadness. He easily stands at two and a half meters. You have to bend your neck at a hard angle to look up at him.

“Sweet. Musky. Earthy.” He steps back. “You’re fertile.”

The urge to slap Bhatul increases by the second. You’d do it, too, if only you could reach his stupid face.

“But we can’t. Yautja and humans aren’t compatible.” Bhatul’s silence rings in your ears. He only stares, which makes it worse. “Bhatul.”

“We can. It’s happened before.”

“It’s happened before?” you guffaw, feeling delirious. “That’s impossible. You’re lying.”

As much as Yautja look like monsters, their eyes are deep pools of expression. Bhatul’s gaze cuts through you, twisting your stomach with staunch clarity.

“Humans are worthy prey. They have killed many of our kind. They have skills we lack,” says Bhatul calmly.

You lick your lips, swallowing hard. “Bridge the gap.”

“What gap needs a bridge?” he huffs, glancing around as if one will appear.

“No,” you laugh, some of the anxiety ebbing. “It’s a human expression. It means closing a divide or reducing differences.” You bring your hands together, interlocking your fingers. “Adding the advantages to your species makes you better predators.”

Bhatul nods. “This is why you cannot enter the forest.”

“If I knew—”

“When Ahra is subdued and mating, the other males will follow your scent. Hunt you down. Fight each other for the chance to breed you.” You place your hands below his chest. It’s the easiest spot you can reach. Pushing against Bhatul does nothing to move him or shift you away, not with the slab of rock at your back.

“You walked in willingly.” Bhatul grasps your wrists, drawing your attention to his face. “That is consent. That you want to mate.”

“Take me back. Out of the forest.”

Bhatul shakes his head, his quills swaying. “Leaving will not change things.”

Prior anxiety returns, overwhelming and overloading. Your hands shake. “I don’t want this. I—” Bhatul’s head whips to the right, mandibles flexing, his forked tongue extending slightly to taste the air. “What?” you prompt. “What is it?”

“They’re approaching.” Bhatul’s attention returns to you. “Remove your clothes.”

“No!”

His next words come with a snarl. “It is me or them.”

Maybe if you close your eyes and curl up into a ball, this will all go away. You’ll backtrack, exit the forest, remain on your stump until the whole ceremony is over.

Bhatul, as if sensing your distress, relaxes a fraction. “Do you think I’ll harm you?”

No. I’m just scared.

You shake your head. “No. Not you.”

“I will fight them,” he reassures, “but it’s better to mate.”

A sad smile crosses your lips. “Accepting the mating means I’ve chosen.”

“Yes.”

“Will it stop them from fighting you?”

Bhatul shrugs. “There is always one male that fights.”

“Okay,” you sigh, shuddering. “Okay.”

You’re barely out of your clothes before Bhatul flattens you onto your back on the rock slab. Stretching out, his large frame covers the majority of your body, his weight balanced to keep you in place but not crush. Bhatul’s thick arms cocoon your head, his chin and the bottom of his mandibles brushing lightly against your scalp as he shifts.

Glancing down between your bodies, your heart drops into your stomach. At the tree stump, you received an up front and personal view of Yautja dick from Bhatul and the other males strutting around, chests puffed up as they flaunted for Ahra. What rests against your thigh isn’t some appendage swinging between their legs. This is supposed to go inside you.

Gulping, you press your face into Bhatul’s chest, hands grasping for a hold as he shifts his hips, his cock pressing against your pussy. Looking is impossible. You refuse. All you need to do is stay still for him and it will all be over sooner than you think. Bhatul will protect you from the other males. He won’t hurt you. He said so, but it’s his actions that yell over his words, the lack of aggression over these long months. Bhatul is fearsome. You’ve seen him spar with the other males, but there is none of that with you. Never.

Reaching down, Bhatul fists the base of his cock. As he pumps, large beads of opalescent semen emerge from the slit. Bhatul pumps and shakes, rubbing it all over your pussy. Every time the head of his cock brushes your clit, you bite back a moan.

Does he even know it’s there? Do female Yautja have one, perhaps something similar, or nothing at all?

“Makes penetration easier,” he says, voice low and gruff. The words come from his mouth, but even you understand the primal switch. Yautja males are not much different from human men.

Nuzzling his neck, you inhale deeply, counting down slowly to relax your muscles in anticipation. Bhatul’s response is rolling clicks that remind you of purring. It’s then that the head of him penetrates, a tight stretch that yanks a gasp from you. He thrusts deeper, and this time you crack, choking on a sob as the ribbed shaft rubs deliciously inside you.

Bhatul’s mandibles flex, that pleased clicking returning. “You are different,” he manages, before a loud crunch of breaking wood fills the air.

You freeze, a sudden chill seizing your limbs as Bhatul shifts into the predator he is. The position he takes is defensive but it is also a threat, bleeding aggression at the Yautja looking on. This male is the largest of the group, Ob-Adtoth, if you recall correctly. His skin is pale and yellowish with sections of dark mottling on the sides of his arms and legs. One mandible fang is missing. In its place is a metallic, artificial replacement. Behind him, you notice two other males, approaching slowly, keeping to the trees.

Go away. Go away.

You repeat it internally, pressing as much as yourself as you can to Bhatul’s chest. His embrace tightens, and while you cannot see his face, you can hear him.

There were times when you sat and watched some of the warriors in the practice rings, sparring for the sake of training. On observation, you took their roars for battle cries. They didn’t scare you, only amused you.

Bhatul’s roar in response to Ob-Adtoth’s does not amuse you. Almost otherworldly, the sound that emerges from him silences the forest, shakes the rock beneath you, ignites that innate flight response. It is a bloodied knife. Lethal force. A violent fist. Bhatul is marking his territory, warning the other males away.

Ob-Adtoth steps forward. Bhatul grasps the back of your head, forcing it back, exposing your neck. This is where you fight of flee, to escape danger though the threat is impossible to run from. Ob-Adoth’s mandibles flare wide but so do Bhatul’s.

Not with a roar. Not with anger.

Resting between his mandibles is your exposed neck. His teeth, each one a sharpened needle, touch your skin but do not break the barrier. The coppery tang of human blood is absent. It does not pool in Bhatul’s mouth or clog your throat. Nothing for him to swallow, and nothing for you to choke on.

Ob-Adoth’s chest puffs, shoulders squaring like he’s ready to charge. Bhatul lowers himself over your body, creating a protective shell. His hips shift back, his thick cock drawing out. It’s the thrust forward that has your eyes rolling, your little human teeth biting into Bhatul’s rough skin as he ruts.

Pain is absent. All you know is pleasure. It builds in thunderous waves, crashing against your skull, drowning. The forest is a distant thing, absent from your current reality. Between your legs is wetness, a fullness that borders on bursting, each thrust echoing in your stomach, until it feels like Bhatul is in your throat.

The orgasm is a severing. A snapped twig. The building pressure peaks, and then expands outward, temporarily stealing your breath and voice. Your body shudders, heart hammering, and then you’re moaning, bordering on screaming, the sound muffled as you bite harder into Bhatul’s skin. You vaguely notice bright green as your head falls back; Bhatul’s mandibles still locked around your throat.

Bhatul’s pace increases, and you ragdoll, unable to do much else. You don’t know if the other males still linger in the trees, or if they’re watching, waiting for him to finish, to strike out when they think he’s most vulnerable.

His arms, which were once a protective cocoon, lift you off the rock, bringing your bodies flush. Bhatul is no longer thrusting, only panting, his cock inside you but still. His mandibles flex, releasing your throat.

You turn your head, survey the forest. “They’re gone.”

Bhatul slowly withdraws his cock, and with it comes a rush of cum. He gently flips you onto your stomach, taking position again, easing his cock into your cunt until your toes curl and you whimper.

sunagakure appears to draw its inspiration from north african, south asian, and west asian culture. if he could be assigned a real-world ethnicity, i can definitely see him being from that region. i’m personally torn between him being levantine (syrian, lebanese, palestinian, jordanian) or egyptian.

gaara has his ears pierced: he has standard lobes, and second lobes. suna has alternative medical practices of their own that are similar to ayurveda. they believe that piercing his ears maintains the flow of his chakra, and prevents any obstructions from shukaku.

as he grows older, gaara starts to take a greater interest in personal hygiene and self-care beyond the standard water, soap, and lotion. temari gets him into skincare. he’d also find a personal fragrance, and stay with it for the rest of his life.

with that being said, i can see him smelling like oud, amber, or tonka beans—all three of which are quite popular scents in sunagakure. gaara also enjoys burning bakhoor on special occasions, like upon the arrival of a guest, for instance.

i love pale gaara as much as the next person, but he literally lives in a desert. he’s totally capable of tanning. it's only thanks to the sand shield that he has managed to stay so fair in complexion for so long.

gaara would totally have sun-bleached hair! there's so many varying colours in his strands, ranging from rich and deep copper to bright red. kankuro has definitely laughed at how gaara becomes borderline ginger when the sun stays out for longer.

he knows every fairuz (and by extension, every ziad rahbani) song like the back of his hand. he starts off every morning with her music.

saaltak habibi, saalouny el nas, adesh kan fi nas, and dhia anou are personal favourites of his.

his body temperature runs more on the cold side. he is always cold to the touch. nobody knows why.

gaara enjoys theatre and performance arts in general. the idea of becoming a different person while remaining the same fascinates him. he also enjoys puppetry.

does not like horror films and ironically, can't stand films with gore in them. he likes slice-of-life films, preferably ones with a happy ending.

he has a reddit account just to ask ridiculously specific questions.

has become somewhat of a local celebrity on r/NoStupidQuestions

sometimes he sucks ass at social media it's not even funny. temari, kankuro, and shikamaru have all had to help him extensively with online etiquette.

gaara prizes his loved ones above all else. he saves letters from them all. usually, he exchanges letters with naruto, lee, his siblings, and of course, little shikadai.

sometimes him and fuu gossip. gaara doesn't realise its gossiping, but he indulges in it though... he's lowkey messy

sasuke has a snark page on reddit and he is the most active member on it.

he used to wear red because it would hide bloodstains easier, but somewhere down the road, it just became his favourite colour. crimson red, specifically.

he doesn't play about the texture of his clothes. he fucking hates polyester and he’d rather die before he puts that shit on!

tea culture is prevalent in sunagakure and gaara is not a stranger to it. he enjoys mint tea with no sugar. gaara also enjoys noon chai because it's not sweet.

you will never see a teabag in his house either. it’s all loose leaf! yes, we are boiling it in the pot over the stove. what kettle?

he likes the beach... for obvious reasons.

poor gaara doesn't exactly have the best immune system. prolonged sleeplessness really fucked him over.

he isn't a big animal person, nor is he one to keep a pet. the only way he’d keep a pet is if it were a more self-sufficient animal that doesn't need much taking care of. he’d probably like an outdoor cat.

romantic headcanons:

gaara has the potential to be attracted to anybody. his sexuality isn't defined by sex itself. he's attracted to kindness, strength, and people who are accepting.

gaara is not exactly fond of diffidence in a partner. he doesn't appreciate people who are afraid to speak their mind around him. people who withdraw their tongues, people who tip-toe around him and act like they're walking on eggshells... he favours high self esteem and sureness in a partner. just keep it real with him icl

a person who has confidence is a person who can unlock the doors that leads to gaara’s heart. please, make it egregiously evident that you don't fear him in the slightest. he has already had more than his maximum dose of the world receiving him with hesitance. being indiscriminate with your treatment of others, including himself, is likely to get his respect. act like you know who you are.

gentleness is key, but don't make it excessive. if you treat gaara like he's about to break, he's not going to appreciate that. approach him with firmness and recognise that his story is one of strength. the things gaara has endured does not make a weak person in the slightest.

romance with gaara is a slow-moving one where patience is a pre-requisite. he needs time to bloom, and it's very likely that a close friendship will need to be established before anything romantic can happen.

gaara has never had a romantic crush before. he's coming to the realisation that he doesn't feel this way about any of his other close friends either. it's just you.

he'd notice the signs of him having a crush the same way someone else would notice symptoms of a fever, a cold, or some other medical condition.

he'd notice that his heart beats a bit faster around you. that his mouth gets a little bit drier, that his palms feel clammier than usual. he feels more whole when you are around, and conversely, he feels like there is a void in his heart when you aren't around.

he'd definitely speak to temari or kankuro about it, because he is unable to define these feelings as a crush. he trusts them to accurately put a label on this newfound feeling, and promptly give him guidance.

now, romantic attraction is a fresh emotion for gaara. if you're attracted to him, you have to be very clear about your attraction to him. usually, you're the one who has to make the first moves, especially in the early stages of your relationship.

something tells me that he'd find your insistence charming: you're inviting him to go to places with you; you're asking him out to dinner, and overall, just showing a genuine interest in him as a person even if he's being passive. you're seriously going out of your way to spend time with him. he finds it very endearing.

it's easy to fluster gaara. no, he isn't steaming and getting red in the face. he's clearing his throat and shrinking himself, very very subtly. it's because he doesn't know how to handle the kind of attention you're showering him in. when it comes from you, being called fine, or handsome, or beautiful makes him feel shy. he still can't believe that someone is seeing him so fondly.

at first, gaara kisses with his eyes open. in his youth, gaara was told that acts of intimacy were not designed for pleasure, but instead, were designed with the sole purpose of distracting him; of making him more vulnerable and easy to harm. he keeps his eyes open as a means of remaining vigilant. once he realises that your intimacy is a safe space, he closes his eyes.

(his mouth tastes like mint because that's his favourite tea)

similarly, he finds it easier to sleep around you. his body registers you as a sanctuary where he doesn't have to defend himself, because he's finally come to understand that your affection does not come with a devastating price. you're not waiting to catch him with his guard down or anything, you really just love him to the point where you'll let him shut down without a cost.

he doesn't really use pet names, because your name itself is the celebration of your existence. it is beautiful to him on its own, so he will just say your name. maybe "beloved," sometimes.

gaara would say “i love you” sparingly. that's not to say gaara doesn't love you. he does. it's to say that there are other expressions of love that transcends words.

he doesn't care about words when he can just hold you after a long days worth of work. when he can taste the sweetness of your lips. when he can plant your favourite flower in his greenhouse and give it to you. gaara takes action.

his actions are as quiet as they are loud. he is a listener. he's always making mental notes on you, even on the things you mention in passing that you think are small and irrelevant. he commits every fact about you to his memory.

you condition him to enjoy physical touch as time passes. gaara's skin has been touched before, and before that, almost never. he's felt bruising kicks and punches, but never once has he felt the tenderness of your hands massaging into his scalp. he knew softness could be an option, but he didn't think he could receive it. he wants more of you. eventually, he starts to seek touch on his own.

holding hands, interlocking fingers, hugging, arms wrapped around your waist, cuddling, wanting you to sit in his lap... he is climbing up the ladder!

kiss the scar on his face. please. show him that he does not have to rely on himself for love anymore. you are also here.

seeing you laughing and having a good time with his siblings is the ultimate green flag for him. he can literally see a lifetime with you in that moment.

when gaara is with you, he's going to be with you for life. if the relationship ends in any way, be it death, cheating (GOD FORBID), or just a general break up, gaara will be devastated, and i doubt he'll find love again. he is terrible at "casual." love is an immense act of transparency that he takes seriously! you are his first, you are his last.

sexual headcanons (NSFW beyond this point):

we have established this very well, but gaara is a virgin. he doesn't even bat an eye over the thought of losing his virginity to you, though. he understands that you will cross that bridge when you get there and that there's no rush.

gaara would not wait until marriage to have sex. he doesn't subscribe to the notion that virginity equates to purity.

sexual compatibility is not a proper concern for him. he could go through a lifetime of celibacy if he wanted. your emotional bond and the romantic relationship that's built on it are wayyyy more important to him than sex.

he is not opposed to sex, though. gaara will always make sure that you're pleased.

you are both going to have extensive and uncomfortable conversations about where your boundaries start and end. gaara does not like surprises. he wants you to lay out all your cards on the table for him to memorise. he doesn't want to entertain the risk of hurting you, or making you uncomfortable whatsoever.

your first time with gaara probably isn't going to be spontaneous. there's a lot of talk you're having in regards to sex at this time, and in one of those talks, you are definitely planning when you're gonna put it on him. you're both busy people. the time needs to be right. you need to ensure nobody will disturb you, and that you're both comfortable

it can be difficult to tell when gaara's turned on. he's fairly good at suppressing his emotions in general, but particularly his desire.

there's a few signs that jump out at you, though. sometimes, he can't keep eye contact with you for long. when he sits, he crosses and uncrosses his legs more than usual. there seems to be longer silences that go beyond him taking a moment to think...

when gaara was younger, he was instructed by his handlers to be wary against sex and all forms of carnal desire. he was informed that lust was a destructive state that could render him a useless human weapon in suna's arsenal.

which is why it's so hard to tell when he's turned on. he doesn't want to prove them right, but to an extent, they are. he's helpless against his desire, against you. he doesn't like lacking control over himself, but you make his self-control slip anyways. the influence you have over him scares him a little.

as a result, he loves it when you let him know that it's okay to indulge in you. the doors are locked, the blinds are drawn, the lights are off, and it's just you two bathing in candlelight. everything goes, everything is allowed. "touch me here," "touch me there," oh, he loves it.

in general, gaara loves it when you take the lead in the bedroom. it's a respite from his position of authority as kazekage. for once, he's the one receiving orders and instructions instead of being the one giving them. you guide him with such clarity, that he can't help but feel compelled to obey. he can turn his mind off. he doesn't have to think on the behalf of thousands right now. he can just think for you, and that's perfect.

FOREPLAY!

gaara is overly into foreplay. he lives for your hands rubbing over his body. he loves it when you kiss him all over, when you suck at his skin like you're hungry for him. he loves the simmering tension that rises every time you grind against each other through your clothes. his heart is racing with excitement.

he could literally just dry hump and make out with you all day and be totally fine with not going any further.

definitely a body worshipper. sex with you functions as a platform where he can express his gratitude. in the best way possible, he cannot believe you're real. he has to convince himself by touching every part of your body and leaving kisses in its wake.

there isn't a pattern to the roles gaara assumes during sex. it's very easy for him to switch depending on the day and the mood. he can easily alternate between a more submissive role, and a more dominant role. if you want him to fuck your brains out, he can do that for you. if you wanna be the one fucking his brains out, he'll let that happen. he's very receptive to YOUR needs.

touched on here, but i lowk see him as a service sub. as mentioned earlier, gaara is a man of action. he finds fulfilment in serving you. whether it's washing your hair in the shower, gardening for you, drawing you a bath, or clearing the clutter on your desk, he will do anything in his power to make you pleased. it gives him a sense of purpose outside of being the kazekage.

ordinary behaviour become part of a prolonged foreplay that excites you both. he thrives on the knowledge that you will reward him for his service in the bedroom.

gaara tries his hardest to keep his work life and his private life separate. but if at any point you let a "lord kazekage" slip out of your lips... he's going to be thinking about that for a while. he really likes it when you say it. maybe he'll get you to say that when he's driving his dick into you.

gaara enjoys being talked to during sex. it doesn't necessarily have to be dirty talk, but just words that assure him that you ARE, in fact, having a good time. he'll even ask you straight up, "am i doing well?" take that opportunity to praise him, please.

be shameless with him. as mentioned in the romantic headcanons, do not treat him like something fragile. sex is part of the emotional bond you both share. restraining yourself, or being too gentle will make him think you don't trust him enough to handle all that. PUT IT ON HIM! do tricks on it! trust that he'll tell you when it's enough. have faith in him.

his favourite places to be touched includes his neck and his inner thighs. if you kiss him in either of those places, he will be rock hard.

lowkey, he's into watching you masturbate.

he wants to hear each breath you take and each moan that comes out of your mouth. he wants to see what kind of facial expressions you make when you're being absorbed by pleasure. he wants to watch you cum, knowing that you did it because you love him. because he exists.

he also loves watching the way your hands move when you bring yourself to climax. it's like he's piecing together a puzzle. so this is how you touch yourself. he's making a mental note.

gaara doesn't care about whether or not he cums. for him, the purpose of sex isn't to finish. it's more about physical and psychological intimacy; to get even closer to you. sex with you is the ultimate act of vulnerability. you have stripped him down to the final layer. he is literally laid bare before you. cumming would be great, but it's just not as important as you and how you feel in that moment. if you cum, that's good enough for him.

⏳🏷️ - @jone3y @fieeee888 @numberoneshinjifan @mewstoned @sophieswish @t1track @tigerp22 @sakunai @cr0wcaller

“So, kid,” he drawled, “ are you always this shy when the drinks start flowing? Or is it just us making you nervous?” His hand landed on your knee, giving it a squeeze that lingered a second too long.

Tsunade laughed, she was definitely drunker than you, her cheeks pink and her eyes half-lidded as she pressed closer. Her massive chest brushed against your arm, soft and warm even through her top. 

“Leave her alone, pervert. Can’t you see she’s enjoying the view?” Then, without missing a beat, she tilted her head and let her gaze drop right to your chest. “Though I gotta say, those tits of yours look fantastic. Perky and full. Bet they feel even better.”

Heat shot straight through you. You swallowed hard, but the words came out before you could stop them. “That’s a nice compliment coming from you, Lady Tsunade. Yours are... legendary.”

Jiraiya barked out a laugh, scooting even nearer until his thigh was flush against yours. “Hah! Hear that, Tsunade? The girl’s got good taste.” 

His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee, inching higher up your leg. Tsunade’s hand finally slipped lower, resting just above your hip, her thumb stroking the side of your waist. You felt very hot, your panties getting wetter from all the attention.

“You know,” Tsunade whispered, her breath warm against your ear, “I like how you look all pretty between us.” She nipped at your earlobe lightly, making you shiver. “Bet you've got all kinds of secrets under that outfit. Care to share with your Hokage?”

“L-Lady Tsunade…”

Jiraiya’s hand moved bolder now, sliding up your thigh as he leaned in to whisper on your other side. “We can show you a really good time, y’know. We’re not feeling very professional tonight." His fingers brushed the inside of your leg, so close it made your breath catch.

Tsunade’s arm tightened around you, pulling you against her curves while Jiraiya’s touch kept exploring higher.

Jiraiya laughed, shoving his shoulder against hers as he tried to nudge her out of the way. His hand slid up your other thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to your entrance but not quite touching. “Like hell, Tsunade. I’ve been dreaming about burying my face in a sweet pussy like this for years.”

“Why would I care about that?” She says, shoving her shoulder back against his.

They kept arguing right there between your legs, their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, making you squirm and leak even more. Tsunade pushed Jiraiya’s face back with her palm, leaning down so close her lips almost brushed your clit. “She’s mine first, she won’t need your dick after I’m done with her.”

“No one’s talking about dicks, Tsunade.” He rolls his eyes dramatically. “I’m gonna suck on that puffy clit until she’s begging for more.”

“More of me, obviously,” she adds right away. 

You could barely think straight, your body throbbing with need while they bickered like competitive idiots, both so eager to be the first one to taste you. Their hands kept roaming over your naked body, squeezing your tits and stroking your hips as they fought for position. It was so hot watching them argue over who got to eat your wet pussy first. 

But you were getting tired and needy.

“Enough already!” you snapped, voice coming out sharper and a little angry from all the frustration. You pushed up on your elbows, glaring down at both of them between your spread legs. “Just eat me out at the same time, gosh! Stop fighting and do it together before I lose my mind!”

Tsunade and Jiraiya both paused, then grinned, you just gave them the best idea ever. “Greedy girl,” Jiraiya chuckled.

Tsunade dove in first, her warm tongue dragging flat and rough right up your soaked slit, licking up all your juices while Jiraiya attacked from the side, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth hard. The feeling hit you like lightning, two mouths on your pussy at once.. Tsunade pushed her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it in messy strokes while Jiraiya flicked and sucked on your clit.

You cried out, hips bucking wildly, but they held you down. Tsunade’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even wider as she ate you out sloppily, moaning into your pussy like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Jiraiya was rougher than you expected, his beard scratching your sensitive skin while he sucked harder, occasionally letting his tongue join hers to lap at your entrance together.

It was too much. Way too good. Their tongues slid against each other and against your folds, wet sounds filling the room as they devoured you. Pleasure crashed through you in huge waves, making your legs shake uncontrollably. You regretted it almost immediately. 

“Wait— oh fuck, it’s too much!” you gasped, but they didn’t slow down.

Tsunade growled against your pussy and shoved her tongue deeper, curling it just right while Jiraiya sucked your clit faster, one of his fingers pushing inside you alongside her tongue. The stretch, the heat, the way they worked together had you screaming. Your orgasm hit so hard your vision went blurry, but they kept going, licking and sucking through it until you were thrashing and sobbing from the overstimulation.

Another climax ripped through you right after, even stronger. Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching around their tongues as they kept eating you out like they were starving. It felt so insanely good it almost hurt. Your mind went blank, pleasure overloading everything.

The last thing you remembered was Tsunade moaning something dirty while Jiraiya sucked your clit one more time. Then everything faded to black as you passed out from the overwhelming bliss, body twitching helplessly on the sheets.

It took him a few moments to catch up, missing the cute sounds of your moans. 

“Hey, kid—” Jiraiya lifted his gaze, seeing your eyes closed and your mouth half-opened. “Shit, Tsunade, did we kill her?”

She was already kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulders a little for you to gain your consciousness back. “Don’t be dramatic, asshole. She just passed out from pleasure.”

He forms an ‘o’ with his mouth, nodding along Tsunade’s words. “So we are that good.”

“Bring her a glass of water, c’mon.”

Madara must respect you before he can truly love you. Beauty may catch his eye and kindness may briefly intrigue him, but neither of those things will hold him without conviction beneath it. He watches how you behave when frightened, contradicted, injured, or placed under pressure, because Madara believes strain reveals the truth of a person more reliably than any peaceful conversation. You do not need to rival him in raw power, an absurd requirement for anyone, but you must possess something he cannot dismiss, be that intelligence, courage, political instinct, moral certainty, or an indomitable refusal to become smaller in his presence. The moment you oppose him despite knowing precisely what he could do to you is likely the moment fascination begins. He may find you infuriating for weeks before admitting, even privately, that he has started seeking out your resistance.

His courtship is unnervingly direct once he decides that he wants you. Madara has little patience for coy games or manufactured uncertainty, and he certainly does not stammer through a confession like an academy student discovering their first crush. He tells you what he has observed, what he values in you, and what he intends with the composure of a man presenting battle terms. There is something almost insulting about how confidently he assumes his interest will be taken seriously, though he does not necessarily assume it will be returned. Your refusal would anger or intrigue him depending upon its reasoning, but genuine consent matters because a frightened surrender offers him nothing worth possessing. Madara wants to be chosen by someone strong enough to deny and defy him. Anything less would feel hollow, and he has spent enough of his life surrounded by false loyalties.

Madara shows love by making danger account for his existence before it ever reaches you. His protection is rarely reactive; by the time you notice a potential threat, he has already evaluated its alliances, weaknesses, motives, and likely method of attack. Guards have been repositioned, routes altered, spies identified, and escape plans rendered entirely unnecessary because he intends to destroy the problem at its root. This can become suffocating when his instinct to protect slides into his instinct to control, and you will need to remind him that loving you does not make your life another battlefield for him to command. He may bristle at the correction, but he respects a boundary defended with conviction. Over time, he learns the difficult distinction between standing between you and a blade and closing his fist so tightly around you that no blade is required.

Arguments become one of your most intimate forms of communication. Madara does not want a partner who agrees just to preserve harmony in the relationship. Agreement born through fear is useless to him and empty praise becomes irritating almost immediately. He might deliberately press against your beliefs, dismantle your reasoning, or offer the cruellest version of an opposing argument just to discover whether your convictions survive examination. These exchanges can grow heated, particularly when his cynicism collides with your hope, but they are also among the rare moments in which he grants another person his complete attention. When you prove him wrong, he may spend an infuriating length of time testing the conclusion before conceding, but the concession will be real. Madara’s respect is never decorative; if you change his mind, even slightly, he remembers it.

His physical affection is deliberate, possessive, and far more restrained than his intensity suggests. Madara does not touch you absent-mindedly in the early stages of your relationship. Every contact feels chosen. His palm settling against the small of your back as he guides you through a crowded room, fingers lifting your chin when he wants your full attention, his hand closing around your wrist to check a pulse after battle. In public, these gestures often communicate allegiance as much as tenderness. In private, that control begins to loosen. He may draw you against his chest while reviewing reports, rest his forehead briefly against yours after a dangerous absence, or allow your fingers into his long hair with the grave tolerance of a man pretending the sensation does not reduce his thoughts to warm static. He is not naturally demonstrative, but once touch becomes familiar, he develops a private expectation of your nearness.

Madara is certainly territorial, but his jealousy is cold rather than theatrical. He does not argue with every stranger who admires you, nor does he need public displays to reassure himself that he is desirable. His pride is far too established for that. What disturbs him is not harmless attention but the suggestion that someone else believes they possess a claim upon your loyalty, intimacy, or future. His expression may barely shift when another person oversteps, yet the atmosphere develops the oppressive weight that usually precedes large-scale destruction. Madara expects you to enforce your own boundaries first because he respects your agency. However, should the offender ignore you, he intervenes with terrifying finality. Afterwards, he may insist that he was merely correcting an insult, though the hand resting firmly at your waist tells a less dignified story.

He cares for you by demanding that you become harder for the world to harm. Madara offers training more readily than reassurance, strategic advice more readily than sympathy, and a weapon before an embrace. If you are injured, his anger often appears as ruthless instruction. Where did your defence fail? Which instinct betrayed you? How can that same enemy be dismantled next time? This can sound merciless when you are exhausted and aching, and he must learn that improvement is not the only need a wounded person possesses. Still, he never asks you to rise while walking away. He remains, tends to injuries he knows how to treat, and sits nearby until your strength returns. Madara may say, “Stand,” rather than, “You are safe,” but his presence beneath those words means that you will not stand alone.

Receiving care from you unsettles him more deeply than giving it. Madara understands protection when he is the shield, but he has little language for being guarded without being diminished. If you tend his wounds, insist that he rest, or notice pain he intended to conceal, his first response may be irritation sharpened by embarrassment. He does not want pity, and any suggestion that he is fragile will close him off at once. What reaches him is practical tenderness offered without ceremony such as cleaning blood from his armour, setting food beside him during a night of planning, loosening the ties from his hair when his shoulders have begun to ache. Eventually, he stops treating every kindness as an attempt to expose weakness and the first time he leans into your hands rather than simply tolerating them feels more intimate than any spoken declaration.

His grief enters the relationship slowly, through doors he rarely opens twice. Madara does not speak casually about Izuna, and he will despise any attempt to drag the confession from him as proof of trust. You learn instead through fragments. A name spoken with unusual care, the abrupt chill that follows a careless reference to the Senju, the way his gaze lingers on brothers training together. When he finally tells you something of Izuna that history did not preserve, maybe an old argument or a ridiculous childhood habit, the memory is not an invitation to pity him; it is an heirloom placed in your hands. Your task is not to persuade him that loss made him secretly gentle, nor to absolve what grief later made him do. It is only to remember alongside him. Madara has spent much of his life believing the dead survive only through the ferocity of those who refuse to release them, so allowing you to carry one memory with him is an extraordinary act of trust.

Domestic life with Madara feels less like taming a warlord and more like discovering that warlords also require breakfast. He remains commanding, severe, and faintly offended by every minor inconvenience, but shared life exposes habits no battlefield chronicle could ever preserve. He wakes early even when there is nowhere to march, maintains his weapons with ritual precision, dislikes clutter that is not his own, and occupies an unreasonable amount of sleeping space for someone who lies almost perfectly still. He might criticise your technique while helping prepare food, rearrange a room because its defensive weaknesses irritate him, or claim he is not waiting when you return late despite having remained awake with an untouched cup beside him. These moments do not make him harmless but their tenderness comes from the contrast of him—hands capable of breaking armies fastening your armour, pouring your tea, or drawing a blanket over you with a level of care that betrays him.

Once Madara gives you his commitment, he treats the relationship as something built to survive history. He does not enter love expecting it to remain light, convenient, or temporary. You become woven into his plans, his loyalties, his understanding of the future, and eventually the guarded territory he considers family. This devotion is immense, but it also carries the weight of his oldest flaw. Madara likely believes that preserving your shared future justifies choosing what it should look like alone. Loving him means refusing to let devotion become dictatorship, however beautifully he argues its necessity. In his healthiest moments, he learns to plan with you rather than for you. He still speaks of your future with formidable certainty, but he begins to ask what you want included within it. For Madara, that question is no small compromise. It is proof that he trusts something beyond his own power to keep your love alive.

Tamsy quickly schools his expression, annoyed that you caught him slipping. His large, blond foxlike ears twitch. “I am not.”

“You most certainly are,” you laugh. “But it’s okay. You’re still cute.” At that, Tamsy huffs an annoyed sound, but you could tell he was flustered and trying to hide it by being dismissive.

“I’m back!” Came August’s boisterous voice, which was just as loud as the door slamming against the wall when he kicked it open. In his hands, he’s holding several rolls of fabric, a pair of scissors balanced on his thumb, and a needle in between his teeth. He dumps everything onto the table, making you jump.

“Okay, so I have a completely different idea about the silhouette of your new uniform, so would you mind if I take some creative liberties here?” August asks, a giddy grin on his face.

“As long as it’s appropriate,” Tamsy interjects before you can. You pin him with a glare, but he merely maintains a neutral disposition while staring the designer down.

“Right. Right! Of course!” August is unfazed by Tamsy’s animosity. You don’t think he even picked up on it. “Let’s get started with your measurements, shall we?”

It’s nearly impossible not to feel Tamsy’s burning gaze on your back the entire time August is within your proximity. To his credit, it doesn’t seem to get to him. He’s careful about where he touches you, keeping a professional distance as he wraps the measuring tape around your waist while asking occasional questions about how you like your clothes to fit.

“I don’t want the top to be too tight,” you say. “Looser clothes are easier to move in.”

“If they’re too lose though, they can be prone to getting caught or snagged on something,” August hums absentmindedly. “Would a lighter material work? And raise your arms for me.”

“Sure.” You do as you’re asked, and August brings the tape up, trying to measure the chest when a firm hand clamps around his wrist. Both you and August jump at Tamsy’s sudden close proximity. If looks could kill, he’d have buried August several times over.

And surprisingly, your husband growls.

“Tamsy!” You scold.

Tamsy’s gaze flickers between you and August’s hand holding the measuring tape, then back to the male himself before looking to you once again. He huffs, though it sounds more like a snarl. “Watch your hands.”

He then pulls away, retreating for now, but still lingering close enough behind you to watch August’s every move. You shake your head, muttering a low apology to August, who only cheerfully laughs it off, completely unbothered by it all.

follo tunito -- bunny

He absolutely HATES that he’s not a predatory hybrid.

Who in their right mind would be scared of a bunny rabbit? Much less one with adorable floppy ears and a cotton tail. And don’t remind him of how cute you think he is, because Follo is super self-conscious about it.

It’s one of his biggest insecurities, to be honest. He constantly wishes that he weren’t the perceived prey. That he was some kind of strong canine or even one of the big cats. Hell, he’d be okay with being anything as long as it had fangs or claws. In his mind, he can’t properly protect you otherwise.

But things like that, predator vs prey, never bothered you. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less, because it was Follo’s personality—his determination and drive—that drew you toward him. Nonetheless, you try to let him play hero when he wants.

It makes him feel good to take care of you, and you appreciate his little romantic gestures. Like bringing your artificial flowers or leaving you your favorite little chocolates. Usually, they’re accompanied by a sweet letter that makes your heart swoon.

“Follo is so whipped for you, isn’t he?” Tomme laughs when you pick up the small notecard that had been set beside a box of your favorite takeout. A smile spreads across your face as you read it.

I don’t know if you’ve eaten yet, but if not I got you dinner! Got called out to another quick task, so don’t wait on me to eat! -⊹ Follo ˖ Ი𐑼

“He’s really a sweetheart,” you say, folding the card back up. “Sometimes, I don’t think I’m deserving of all his affection. He showers me with so much of it.”

“I get wanting a man to be obsessed with you, but isn’t that borderline being clingy?” Riyo asks. She grabs a drink from the fridge before swinging herself onto the countertop. “Is it just a hybrid thing or something?”

You shrug. “Perhaps, but it doesn’t bother me.”

“It’s obvious he looks at you with hearts in his eyes,” Tomme says with a smile. “He’s definitely a keeper.”

You all talk for a bit longer as you warm up your food in the microwave before eventually calling it a night. Bidding your companions farewell, you take your food and decide to return to your room. You’re surprised to find Follo sitting outside your door on the floor, his knees tucked to his chest and floppy brown ears drooping down his shoulders.

“You’re back early! I thought you said you were on an assignment!”

But your bunny boyfriend doesn’t look up. And you’re immediately concerned.

“Hey? What’s wrong—“

“Am I annoying?”

You freeze, your heart plummeting into your stomach, making you feel sick. “W-what? W-why would you ever think—“

“Please don’t lie to me. I heard Riyo in the kitchen,” he mumbles, pulling his legs closer as if to make himself smaller. “I am clingy, aren’t I? I’m sor—“

“Don’t you dare apologize!” You drop down to your knees, setting your food on the ground beside him. You cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you, and your chest constricts at the sight of his teary eyes. “Follo, I’ve always loved you just the way you are, including all your little quirks. I don’t care what other people think of our relationship, and you shouldn’t either. So don’t apologize for being you, because people don’t see you the way I do.”

Tears bubble over, Follo’s eyes becoming glassy when he launches himself at you, practically tackling you to the ground in a hug. “Y/n!”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him as he nuzzles against your cheek. “Come on. Since you’re back, let’s eat together, okay?”

enjin -- snow leopard

Enjin won’t admit it, but he is, in fact, a jealous lover. Hybrid or not, he doesn’t like it when anyone gets too close to you, but he’s not gonna say it directly. He’s not the type to growl or snap at someone else. He simply pouts until you give him attention.

And for someone who complains about disliking clingy people, he’s definitely the clingiest guy there is (again, something he won’t admit.)

Honestly, sometimes it drives you crazy. So when Semiu asked you to run a quick errand into town just to drop off something to Alice, you immediately jumped at the chance to have a little bit of away time from your husband. But, because it was only supposed to take an hour at most, you didn’t think to tell Enjin where you were going.

Unfortunately for you, anything that could go wrong did, and you ended up with a flat tire. Thankfully, though, you ran into the Santas, who were in town for a separate assignment. Bro helped you change the tire while you and Dear got ice cream nearby. The unexpected delay meant you got home later than anticipated.

“This day was exhausting,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead as the threats of a headache throb at your temple. “I definitely need a drink and maybe a bath—“

“You!”

You startled at the sound of a low, menacing growl. Before you could register his appearance, your husband comes barreling around the corner like a bat out of hell, and Enjin has you in his arms so tightly that you can’t breathe.

“Enjin—“

“Where were you?” Enjin snapped. When you flinch, more so in surprise rather than fear, his expression drops, and he’s immediately apologizing. “S-shit. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just—“ He shakily exhales, a low, sad whine leaving his lips as he hides his face against your chest. “You left without saying anything…and the boss lady wouldn’t say where you were. T-then you were gone for hours, and fuck, I just—“

He then freezes. Enjin shifts slowly, his feline eyes seeming to widen in a subtle realization. He leans in closer, and you realize, he’s sniffing you.

“You smell like—“ His ears twitch.

“I got a flat tire,” you quickly explain. “I ran into Bro and Dear, and Bro changed it for me. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything or think to call. I truly didn’t mean to worry you, but I—“ you heave out a tired sigh. “I just really wanted some space for a little bit. I was starting to feel suffocated.”

“I’m sorry,” Enjin mumbles. His arms tightened around your midsection. “I don’t mean to. I just can’t help it and…shit…Now I sound like a sap.”

The guilty look on his face makes guilt churn in your stomach. Sometimes, some noticeable differences come with the territory of being married to a hybrid. And this wasn’t the first simple misunderstanding due to these differences. It’s just a normal part of relationships and the need for proper communication.

“I’m sorry too,” you say, running your fingers through Enjin’s hair and over his ears. You smile when he purrs. “I should’ve told you how I was feeling instead of running away, knowing it would stress you out. But I promise, I’m safe.”

“Okay.” Enjin finally exhales. Suddenly, he throws you over his shoulder, a giddy grin now replacing his previous frown. “Well, now that you’re back, we have to make up for all the time you were gone! And you’re going to cuddle me until I’m satisfied that the other foul stench is off your skin.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to suppress your smile as he eagerly carries you back to your shared room.

gris rubion-- wolf

Being married to a wolf hybrid is the equivalent of having a golden retriever for a husband.

Gris is clingy by nature, but lives to please and take care of you. He quite literally worships the ground you walk on, and it’s his mission to do whatever he can to make you happy. So this often comes with gifts, massages, and anything else he can think of that results in your praise.

Overprotectiveness is part of the deal as well.

Gris likes to think he’s not necessarily a jealous lover, but he doesn’t quite like it when other men get too friendly with you. And though he’ll try to be subtle, maybe standing a little too close to you or making you wear something of his, you can always tell he’s annoyed from the way his ears flatten against his head defensively or, much like now, the subtle twitch of his tail.

You place your hand on top of his, trying to calm him. “Hey, behave,” you whisper, though there is a teasing lilt in your voice.

Gris huffs through his nose, ears drooping like a puppy that’s been yelled at. “I am. Just don’t like…” he shoots an unmistakable glare to the culprit of his irritation.

What had started off as a simple game night had begun to wear Gris’s patience. Normally, he’s very secure in your marriage, and most of the time, little things like this don’t bother him. But it was as if the entire night, Enjin was intentionally trying to goad him into reacting, as he often had a habit of doing so.

And Enjin had a particular knack for doing things that made Gris bristle. Throwing his arm around you too casually. Whisking you away mid-conversation. Offering you drinks or food. He wasn’t outright flirting with you, but monopolizing your attention undeniably got under Gris’s skin.

“It’s okay,” you reassure, running a hand through his hair. Gris relaxes into your touch, sighing as he leans against you to allow you to scratch his head. You smirk at the slight twitch of his tail that always seems to betray his emotions. “Just ignore him. You know he likes to do shit to annoy you because he thinks it’s funny.”

“Fine.” He grumbles. He doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t want to upset you, and for your sake, continues to tolerate it.

“Hey, y/n!” Enjin drawls, clearly a bit tipsy in his slightly slurred speech. “Wanna come play another round of poker with us? Loser owes lunch.”

You laugh and go to stand. “Sure, why not—“

A low growl responds in the back of Gris’s throat.

The low cadence sends shivers down your spine, but it effectively halts everyone in the room.

He scoops you into his arms, pulling you into his chest as he turns away from Enjin, not before pairing it with a scowl and snapping a harsh, yet effectively clear, “mine.”

You blink in surprise, not yet having processed what happened. But you honestly couldn’t help but chuckle at the childishness, especially as Gris continued to glare at everyone even after he pulled you back into his lap on the couch. Semiu walks over and hits Enjin over the back of the head with her magazine.

“Stop antagonizing him. I ought to let him bite your ass.”

“Of course I’m the bad guy in this situation,” Enjin grumbled. “Not my fault y/n can’t keep a hold on their husband’s leash.”

Another low grumble resounded from Gris, but you reach over to pat his ears, which relaxes him. “There, there,” you tease. “You don’t need to bite anyone’s head off this time, okay, my big bad wolf?”

He merely huffs, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms tighter around your midsection.

corvus arkha -- black panther

Your panther is so pretty.

Intimidating to all but you, you were drawn to the sheer beauty of Corvus’s sleek ears and tail. Initially, Corvus was hesitant around you, not sure why you’d taken an interest in a predator, but your persistence grew on him. And Corvus absolutely adores you. You’re quite literally his heart and soul.

Your dynamic is somewhat interesting for others to watch. In public, Corvus exudes a subtle protection over you, standing just close enough without suffocating your space. He’s always on alert, ears at attention, while the most polite smile could be on his face that contradicts his defensiveness. At the same time, he’s attuned to your needs, listening to whatever you say intently.

Those who don’t know him think he’s being friendly. Those who do know him know that he’s guarding you, waiting for someone to make a wrong move.

While you are just happily oblivious to any murderous intent Corvus exudes toward anyone who dares to bump into you, whether intentional or not. Only gushing about whatever has piqued your interest or fawning over him.

“Arkha! What do you think of this piece?” You ask, holding up two pairs of earrings. His ears twitch in alert, his attention turning from the man he had been glaring at for stepping on your foot. His piercing gaze had caused the man to high-tail it down the street.

“What was that, my love?” Corvus asks kindly.

You shake your head as it was evident he hadn't been paying attention. The two of you had gone to Canvas Town to visit the local markets. Many of the artists from the small town had set up booths for the day to sell some of the products they had made, including artwork, pottery, and jewelry, some of which had caught your eye.

Of course, your husband had been too busy surveilling the crowded area, more on edge than usual with the influx of people.

“The red or the blue?" You repeat, showing him the earrings. "Which one?”

Corvus only smiles at you fondly, neither really looking at either pair when he responds with, “I think both would look lovely on you.”

“Ok, but which do you prefer?” You try to reword the question only to get the same expected response.

“If you like them, then I shall buy you both pairs.”

“What?! No, Arkha, these are expensive and—“

But your husband doesn’t listen to a word of your protests and proceeds to give the vendor the cash needed to pay for both the earrings and a necklace you had been eyeing earlier. And the old vendor looks all too pleased with the large purchase, taking extra care to wrap everything nicely.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you mumble shyly as Corvus hands you the shopping bag. “And I didn’t even say anything about the necklace!”

“No, but I could tell you wanted it, and you never ask for anything.” Corvus pauses, an impassive expression writing its way across his face. “Do my gifts displease you?”

“No!” You quickly say. “Don’t worry. I love them.”

At that, Corvus smiles. “Good. Let’s continue our shopping, shall we?”

With a gentle hand on the small of your back, Corvus guides you through the crowded marketplace. You continue finding little things that catch your attention. Clothes. Other pieces of jewelry. Even a random stuffed animal, which you offhandedly commented on how cute it was

And your husband is all too quick to buy them for you despite your insistence that not everything is a need. Of course, Corvus disregards this. There is no price limit on your happiness.

semiu grier-- lioness

Let’s be honest. You’re the whipped one.

This lioness doesn’t have to lift a finger or say anything to let people know that you’re hers. And she quite literally has you wrapped around her pinky.

For this reason, Semiu is not the most jealous lover in the sense that she gets irritated when she sees you around other people or if strangers flirt with you. It’s more so she’s annoyed by the audacity some people have to try to take what’s hers. She’s fierce and protective in that matter. And the one thing Semiu is always going to do is prioritize your well-being and safety.

After all, it’s the lionesses that do the hunting.

“What’s a lil thing like you doing out here by yourself?”

You startle at the sleazily sounding voice. While waiting outside your and your wife’s favorite takeout spot for her to pick up dinner, you’re approached by three clearly inebriated men. You try not to visibly recoil in disgust at the smell of the liquor lacing their breath. But notably, they’re all human. Small fry, as Semiu would put it.

When you don’t respond, opting to ignore them since they’re not worth either your time or attention, one of them throws an arm around your shoulder. “What cat got your tongue or something?”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snap, shoving the male away. You pull back, planning to turn on your heel and go inside the restaurant to find Semiu as she’d quickly sense your discomfort, but one of the other goons blocks your path.

“How rude,” he scoffs. “We just wanted to have a little chat.”

“Why don’t you come spend some time with us for a bit? We can show you a good time.”

You fight the urge to gag and roll your eyes. “Sorry, but I’m happily married,” you say confidently, drawing your backpack close to show off your wedding band. Not to mention, you were wearing a rather loose top, so anyone could see the mating mark on your neck if they looked close enough.

This didn’t seem to deter them, unfortunately.“What,“ the first one laughs. “What your husband doesn’t know won’t kill him. Surely he won’t mind you having a little fun.”

“No, but their wife will.”

You relish the way their faces collectively drop at the sight of your wife. Semiu’s face is stern, a hand on her hip with the other holding a tied takeout bag. Her blonde ears that nearly blend in with her hair stand at alert. But it’s her long swishing tail that betrays her irritation.

Just to seal the deal, you eagerly wave to her, calling out, “Hi, love!”

Semiu’s expression falters for a fraction of a second, regarding you with the softness only reserved for you, before she scowls at the now three covering individuals who hadn’t expected a literal lion to show up. “Scram!” She barks. And they do without hesitation.

You watch them retreat, a smug expression on your face. “Ha! A bunch of cowards.”

“Come on,” Semiu all but demands. “We’re going home now.” Dragging you along with her arm around your shoulder, she nearly has you in a headlock, and you stumble to keep up with her pace, in her heels at that.

“Yes, ma’am,” you laugh. “You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

At that Semiu scoffs. “What’s there to be jealous of? I’m merely defending what is mine.”

jabber wonger -- hyena

This man is chaos personified.

Jabber is as mischievous as they come, and sometimes, you never know what side of him you’re gonna get: The playful boyfriend who likes to wrestle you or the chaotic hyena who thinks it’s funny to chase you around in a fake “hunt” and bites you as a form of affection.

It genuinely stresses you out. From day to day, you don't always know what version of Jabber you're going to get. And you have more small bite marks than you can count from where he’s playfully nipped at you. You could be lying on the couch together, and Jabber will just casually bring your hand to his mouth and bite your finger without warning.

Not to mention, his reckless behavior leads to him getting injured more than your poor heart can take. You’re starting to believe Jabber does the shit on purpose, because he knows you’ll baby him. After all, male hyenas actually tend to be more submissive to their partners than the other way around.

But one thing’s for sure is that he doesn’t play about you or your safety. He’s a terror to you because he loves you. When he’s a terror to anyone else, he’s on a mission to raise the most hell.

“Jabber, I appreciate you looking out for me, but you didn’t actually have to poison the guy,” you sigh, dipping a cotton swab into the antiseptic. When you press it against the cut on Jabber’s lip, he winces. “You could’ve killed him, and the crime didn’t warrant the punishment.”

“That asshole intentionally body checked you,” Jabber huffed. He growls under his breath, his ears flattening against his head. “I say I ain’t do enough, and he’s lucky that I ain’t break nothin while I was at it.”

You roll your eyes. True, on an earlier assignment, your target shoved you to the ground when trying to escape. And other than busting your hands on the asphalt to catch your fall, you hadn’t been seriously injured. That honestly didn’t stop or even matter to Jabber. All he saw was that you were bleeding.

“I appreciate it, but you ended up hurt in the process,” you say softly.

You gently clean the blood off his cheek, and Jabber visibly relaxes at your caress. But the concerned look on your face has him pouting. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset you.

“You don’t gotta worry about stuff like that…” Jabber mumbles. “I'd rather it be me than you.”

He winces when you touch a particularly tender spot. A purple bruise blossoms across his skin, making his face rather swollen, attesting to how hard he had been hit. And it makes your stomach clench. Placing a Band-Aid over his injury, you then kiss him on his nose.

“That being said, thank you for looking out for me.” You scratch behind his fluffy ears, prompting Jabber’s tail to wag excitedly. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah?” Jabber grins. “Tell me again!” He tackles you suddenly, continuing to nuzzle against your neck. You giggle, the fluffy fur of his tickling your skin, when all of a sudden, Jabber chomps down on your shoulder.

“OW! DAMMIT!”

Instinctively, you hit him in the face—accidentally in the same spot you just patched up—only making the mischievous hyena laugh.

zodyl typhon -- bull

Zodyl is a sweet lover, though a bit stand-off to others.

He’s big and intimidating, with large horns curling from the base of his crown and a glower that makes most people steer clear. And since he’s not big on public displays of affection, many wonder what you see in him. Zodyl often just lingers, if not by your side, he isn’t too far behind.

Due to his size, his presence alone is suffocating, but you know him well enough to know that’s just how he is. It’s his own little way of protecting you.

But Zodyl is absolutely infatuated with you, and his endearing, albeit small, smile is only ever reserved for you.

“Stop brooding so much,” you lightly scold your husband, letting out a small laugh at his caught off guard expression. “You’re going to scare people off with that look on your face.”

“Good," Zodyl huffs dismissively, and you playfully slap his shoulder.

You two went out to dinner for your wedding anniversary. And as per usual, your husband had not-so-subtle hearts in his eyes the entire night. It was almost comical how everything else seemed to become irrelevant background noise to him. You're positive Zodyl's gaze hadn't strayed from you once, even practically ignoring the waitress who tried to take his order.

However, as much as your husband has been enamored all evening, his inability to crack even a hint of a smile has resulted in your constant teasing. You know he's enjoying himself. He knows how devoted he is to you. But to anyone on the outside looking in, they would likely assume the poor man's been dragged out against his will. And of course, you love to pick on him for it.

"Come on," you jest, stopping in the middle of the street suddenly. You turn on your heel to face Zodyl, who nearly bumps into you. "Give me just one smile, and I'll leave you alone."

"I don't see the point of this."

At that, you laugh. "Because my husband has the most charming smile, but refuses to show it to me." You stand on the tips of your toes, digging your thumbs into his cheeks to force them up. Zodyl's semi-smile lasts for less than a second, immediately settling back in a frown when you let go. "Boo. You're so bullheaded."

That manages a small smirk from him, and what sounds like a huff.

"HA! I got one. I'm counting that whether you think so or--omph--" Not paying attention, as you turn to continue down the street, you accidentally bump into someone hard. You stumble back, but Zodyl is quick to steady you before you trip. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was--"

"Clearly not, you bitch," came the sharp retort from the other person--an older gentleman dressed in surprisingly nice clothes. And whatever he had been holding had spilled on the front of the white shirt. "God, do you know how expensive this was? You're gonna--"

The man pales.

Zodyl stares him down, his intense glower almost as threatening as the horns curling from his crown. Zodyl tilts his head ever so slightly. The subtle shift made it clear just how drastic the height difference was, and his eyes narrowed, silently daring the man to finish his sentence.

"uh...forget about it!" The man laughs nervously. "Have a good night!" And he sped off down the street before you could say anything.

"Well...okay. That was odd," you mumble.