Joanna 𓆉

𝐴𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑟

・He shows his love through acts of service

・By making life easier for you

・Aegon helps dress you in the mornings, he likes lacing you up, buttoning and wrapping. He strokes your cheek and kisses you lightly.

"My darling, you look wonderful."

・He's so proud to call you his; he wants everyone to know that you're together.

・He even takes you on travels, showing the royal family to everyone in Westeros

𝑂𝑟𝑦𝑠

・He pampers you; strong hands rubbing your body that had been aching all day, it doesn't matter how hard you worked, he'll always want to make you feel better

・For example, he likes to undo your shoes and rub your feet. Even when you feel disgusting, Orys finds you completely ravishing.

・There's always a few flowers on your bedside table. And always your favourites.

・He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind, enveloping you in a big hug. His warmth a comfort.

・Orys loves to pull you onto his lap and ask about your day. What was the most exciting thing to happen? Did anything bad happen? (If yes, than he's moving you off his lap and going to fix whatever happened)

𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

・Aemon loves buying you jewellery. Well, he likes spoiling you with all things shiny. Hairbrushes in solid gold, a necklace with a dragon pendant, rings with different gemstones attached to each one.

・There doesn't need to be a special occassion. Aemon just does it because he wants to and he can.

・You have countless jewelry boxes, large ones too. They gleam where they sit and contain the most beautiful items one could behold.

・Aemon loves to see the reaction on your face. He wants to give pretty things for the person he loves the most.

𝐵𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛

・He shows his love through shared experiences.

・Flying on Vhagar for hours, swooping and sweeping in the air. You cling to him, arms tight around his waist. Sometimes he doesn't even hold onto the reins.

・Baelon takes you on royal hunts, and to all the royal events. It's like he cannot be without you for more than a few minutes.

・He loves teaching you new things as well. How to wield a weapon, how to track, what to do in certain emergencies.

・Baelon wants you to be able to look after yourself if things go awry for him.

𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

・He never fails to make you blush. Aemon is very romantic, and he shows his love through words.

・He could be a poet with the way he is with words.

・Aemon pours his heart out to you. You always know how he feels because he's so honest with you.

・Sometimes he writes notes and leaves them all around the apartment so you can find them throughout the day:

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Where you go, I go."

"I cannot breathe without you."

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛

・Likes to physically be near you. Wants to be close, so he can move the hair from your face and wrap you in a warm cloak

・No one sees his soft side but you. That version of him where he holds your hands in his to help warm them up, and how he tilts his head towards you when you speak.

・You have many inside jokes. And you always bring them up. He loves making you laugh. Most of all, he loves making you smile.

such incidents just kept on happening.

after years of marriage you’d become used to sukuna’s strange albeit adoring habits.

anytime you both would be sitting idly with you in his arms he’d lean down and nibble onto your ear or your cheek. his canines brushing up on your skin.

you’d giggle in response pushing his face away, the habit so common that you didn’t choose to question its…cannibalistic nature.

until yuji did it to you.

“mama”

your eyes flicked down to your son, attentive.

“i have a secret” he motioned you to come closer and so you did.

his baby hands held your face as he feigned whispering in your ear. choosing instead to bite it lightly and give you the sweetest kiss on your cheek.

you cuddled him afterwards your cuteness aggression towards him skyrocketing as he squealed in your arms.

looking at yuji on the bookshelf now you shoot sukuna a look.

“it’s because of you”

sukuna looks at you aghast “how the hell-“

“you like sitting at an elevated spot”

“not the same thing” sukuna huffed under his breath grabbing yuji by his back like a stray kitten.

most kids would’ve cried at being treated like this but yuji just cheered “papa higher!” as if this was the best thing to happen to him.

you chuckled behind your hand, a hearty laugh.

your family was certainly strange.

you peeped a look back over your shoulder, his crimson hair tickled your neck and his sets of eyes crinkled under your motion, then relaxed.

maybe even in his sleep, sukuna knew you would not be able to get away.

he made sure of that.

“sukuna..” you whispered slowly enunciating his name.

no response, but the grip on your waist loosened.

huh.

you moved finally to sit up. you reached out to the cup of water placed conveniently near your bed and took hasty sips. the cold water was an antidote for your thirst and surprisingly refreshing for the mind.

with a newfound wakefulness you braced to stand up only for an inked hand to grip your thigh, although not intended to be very strong, and halt your motion.

you looked back and the sight devastated you.

there he was, sukuna, your lover, your wedded lord, with his eyes open blearily heavily intoxicated from sleep and a look almost pleading for you to stop.

he whispered your name, his voice coming out rough around the edges and his grip tightened on your thigh, engulfing it entirely.

“what is it” you whispered back wrinkling your nose with a soft smile painted on your lips.

sukuna silently observed you, taking in everything: your slippers half-hazardly covering your feet, your night gown sliding off your shoulder, your hair a little messy and those eyes, your pretty twinkling eyes.

sukuna’s heart pinched.

heaven’s there had to be a limit to the ever encompassing love he had for his wife, it was simply unfair.

you cupped a hand on the side of your lips before saying “i’ll be back..”

sukuna watched in dismay as you again attempted to get away from him.

before you could even get a step out you were being pulled back by a force much, much stronger than you.

you tut disapprovingly, brushing him off with a light tap.

“it’ll take a minute”

sukuna hugged your back, shaking his head no and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. as much as his 7 foot frame could.

energized by his playful demeanor you harnessed your own, twisting in his grasp you face towards him and cup his face.

“sukuna” you say and he grumbles your name back at you.

“you won’t even know i’m gone”

and without pause,

“i will”

you hold back your giggle opting for a neutral expression.

“my lord, you’re being rather dependent on your poor wife”

“if that is what the situation demands, then so be it” sukuna rolls over, grunting from the movement and pulls you on top of him.

you pushed up at his chest, now with an apparent upper hand ready to appeal for your freedom.

sukuna’s hands rested on your lower back his thumb rubbing into the dip at your hip, eyes barely cracked open.

you brought your fingers up and rubbed his jaw absentmindedly, “i can’t sleep like this”

“why?”

“you haven’t shaved, your face is much too prickly” you teased.

and then ofcourse sukuna proceeded to rub his face against your cheek making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“stop!” you squealed.

you breathed hard, grinning down at your husband, “let me go”

“not in a million years”

you huffed, a stray piece of your hair flying up, the motions the brute had engaged you in making you dreary.

“alright” you fake yawned, “i surrender”

sukuna’s taut shoulders finally melted, the bed creaking under his weight as he let himself loose.

that’s when you cracked your eye open and in a blur of movements you were up and out of his hands. especially the one that almost grabbed onto your ankle.

almost.

you looked at him across the room, waving a finger at his loss.

and lost he was, sukuna with his defined chest highlighted by the moonlight and hair sprung in an unruly sort of direction.

like sweet temptation.

his lower hand motioned you to come closer.

you knew better.

but you stepped into his trap anyway.

you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.

“they’re beautiful.”

he looks at you, and you swear there’s a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though he’s heard you say so many times before.

beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.

you continue before he can respond.

your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.

then your attention lowers— to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.

you start to lean forward, but sukuna’s eyes narrow. “what are you doing?”

“hm?”

his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.

you examine it with genuine curiosity— it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.

without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you ask after coming back up.

for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.

“what was that for?”

you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.

“i do kiss these as well, no?”

a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.

you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.

you‘ve always found them quite interesting.

carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. “so you can see from them as well?”

“obviously.”

you continue to examine him shamelessly.

the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.

every detail. every part others fear— you love looking at them, love memorizing them.

when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.

“what’s so amusing?” you ask.

two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.

“just why are you so different?” his thumb brushes across your cheek.

for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.

“wouldn’t be here if i was like everyone else, hm?” you reason.

sukuna scoffs from where he’s sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.

“i don’t burn”

“yes you do”

“i literally don’t”

“your nose got pink last time”

his eyes narrow immediately, “it did not.”

“you then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole time”

“i don’t brood”

you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.

“c’mere”

he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.

you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.

you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.

his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.

you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.

“look down”

“this is humiliating.”

“look down, so i can get the back of your neck.”

he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.

how blissful.

yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukuna’s hair to stand up in a funky way.

“you look funny papa”

sukuna grimaces.

“want me to throw you into the ocean?”

“yeah!”

“…”

you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukuna’s eye.

you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.

eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.

you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.

for a while the two of you simply watch.

yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.

he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.

his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.

“he looks like you when he gets excited,” you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukuna’s neck.

“poor kid”

you elbow him lightly, “it is cute sukuna, you are cute”

before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.

“papa!! come here!!”

sukuna pretends not to hear,

“papa!!”

you mouth a slight ‘go’ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.

the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.

you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.

you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.

yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, “help me make it BIGGER” he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.

sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.

his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.

“more tower”

sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.

“it’s a sandcastle not a fortress” he mutters back.

“more tower” yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.

sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.

hours later the sky begins softening into gold.

yuji’s exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukuna’s hand.

“i need to wash my feet” you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.

before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.

you yelp, “kuna—”

he pats you lower thigh,“stop squirming”

people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.

you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.

the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.

yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.

once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.

then without a word, he crouches down.

you blink.

“..what’re you doing?”

he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.

“your feet’ll get dirty again.”

years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.

sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.

meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, “papa..?”

“what.”

“that’s sooo romantic” he smiles ear to ear.

sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.

yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.

“where did he even learn that?” sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.

you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.

and for once, sukuna doesn’t care at all.

firefly; you guys wanted longer fics so hehe i hope this was good

more like this

firefly; bringing back my og brand aka dad!satoru

inspo:

he sounds offended by consciousness itself it could not get more ridiculous and adorable than that.

you simultaneously want to laugh and pounce at him because he just looks so soft!

yuji continues make grabby hands at you and unable to resist you walk over, perching on the edge of the bed making the mattress slightly dip.

bad decision.

because suddenly both of them gravitate toward you like magnets.

yuji crawls directly onto your lap with all the coordination of a sleepy toddler, burying his face into your stomach while sukuna exhales deeply beside you, eyes already falling shut again as he tucks you close to his side almost pulling you on top of him.

someone is being clingy..

his cheek is warm against your neck, hair tickling your skin. he smells like sleep and something comforting you can never name properly.

“you’ve both been napping for so long” you whisper, “it’s time to wake up” while both of them grunt a daft refusal and curl into you tighter.

yuji is already dozing off again, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.

sukuna shifts quietly before mumbling, barely coherent, “cold without you”

you blink at him.

then at the child asleep in your lap.

then back at sukuna, who seems to realize what he admitted a full three seconds too late because one eye opens again, glaring weakly.

“don’t”

“i didn’t say anything”

“don’t let it get to your head”

“oh it’s getting to my head alright”

he groans.

“too late” you grin.

despite the threat in his voice, he presses closer anyway, half asleep again before the conversation even finishes.

and somehow you too fall asleep surrounded by tangled blankets and warm bodies and terrible bedheads.

firefly; i just LOVE soft sleepy nap time fics it’s the most domestic thing ever RAHHH (do u guys want me to write longer fics? i kinda like the bite-sized format but lmk!)

furnace?!

hearing your words sukuna finally let go.

it was much too hot for him to be testing your patience, you brushed his hand off, turning away from him.

this was how you spent your days if sukuna wasn’t off ravaging..or whatever else he did. here in the shade away from the heat embraced by each other’s company.

you counted your breaths in silence, wondering when this unbearable sun would go down and when the servants may ready up a bath for you.

or well the two of you, since sukuna always insisted on joining even if it was much too hot and not enough cold water for the both of you.

it was times like these when you were frustrated by his 7 foot frame and to show this disdain you turned your neck back just to shoot him a glare.

just to make sure he wouldn’t reach for you again..

sukuna was stricken, you were being so mean for no reason, his heart hurt. he felt scolded by his own wife just from a single look, like a puppy left out to wilt in eternal sadness.

it was so unfair! this wasn’t his fault!

he was bored too and was it so bad to rub your stomach as a pass time? he couldn’t blame you for being agitated though, the heat was bad.

but he could make it up to you! he could! he just had to pull you back into his arms again, which he did..

you squirmed in his grasp, “don’t touch me!”

“listen to me”

“let me go! ryomen”

ryomen? full names..not even ryo or suki, your words hurt more than he’d thought they would.

nevertheless, he continued, “wife, just listen”

you stilled eyes shining towards the gift he presented you with.

“grapes!” you squealed, hanging onto sukuna’s arm and they looked so cool, an antidote for this heat.

sukuna plucked some, carefully dropping them one by one into your mouth, “how’s that?” he asked slowly rubbing your cheek and your back while your chewed.

so now you had no issue with him touching you?

refreshed by the sweet tangy taste on your lips you plucked some from the branch asking sukuna to open up and feeding him some back.

“they’re good right?” you waited for his response and he nodded.

“i looove them, give me more” you were quite literally enthralled by the grapes, too busy to even forget why you were cranky in the first place.

sukuna handed you the entire bowl, swatting your ass while you chomped away happily, distracted.

“atta girl”

Indra

Indra would not tolerate divided loyalty.

From the moment their union was arranged, she was his, and anything before him was irrelevant.

If she still loved another man, it was not his concern—so long as it did not interfere with his authority over her.

But if she mourned him openly?

If she dared to let her emotions cloud her judgment?

Indra would be ruthless.

-If he was worth anything, you would still be with him. You are here. You are mine. Whatever you feel is irrelevant.

There would be no comforting words, no patience for lingering affections.

He would not compete with a ghost.

If she tried to resist him because of it, he would break her down until she had no choice but to submit.

Not out of cruelty, but because he did not believe in sentimentality.

She could either accept her place, or she could suffer the consequences of her defiance.

Madara

Madara would see it as betrayal, even if she had met the man before they were bound together.

He would not care about the past—only the fact that she dared to let her heart belong to someone else after she was given to him.

-You are my wife. Mine. What use do I have for a woman who gives me only half of herself?

It would infuriate him.

Not just because of jealousy, but because he would take it as a personal insult.

He would demand to know who the man was, if he still lived, if she ever planned to see him again.

If the lover was dead, Madara would mock her grief.

If he was alive?

He would consider hunting him down, just to remove the stain of his existence from their marriage.

Either way, she would have two choices—forget him, or suffer for holding onto something that no longer belonged to her.

Obito

Obito would be the only one who didn’t react with anger.

He wouldn’t blame her.

He would blame himself.

-I see. I guess that makes sense. You were never meant to be mine, were you?

It would crush him.

The idea that she loved another man, that she might never love him the same way—he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

But he also wouldn’t force her to forget.

Instead, he would try.

He would give her everything, bend over backwards to prove that he could be better, that he could make her forget the past.

And if she never did?

He would stay anyway.

Even if it hurt.

Even if it killed him inside.

Because unlike the others, Obito would rather have half of her heart than none of it at all.

Sasuke

Sasuke wouldn’t show his emotions at first.

He would act indifferent, pretending that it didn’t matter, that their marriage was just another duty forced upon them both.

But it would eat away at him.

-I don’t care who you loved before. Just don’t expect me to tolerate it now.

Despite his words, he would care.

He would think about it constantly—wonder if she was comparing him to that man, if she was with him out of obligation while her heart belonged elsewhere.

And if she ever mentioned the man’s name?

If she looked sad when she thought no one was watching?

That would be the breaking point.

Sasuke wouldn’t lash out like Madara or Indra.

Naruto:

You wouldn't think it but Naruto actually put a lot of thought into your first time together. He knew he wasn't going to last that long and since he cums into your hand within minutes and your mouth is even worse. So he made you cum on his tongue at least twice before he even thought about taking his cock out of his pants. 

“C’mon, can you to cum at least two times for me okay baby?” His hot breath  fanned your needy core and you whined for contact. 

Satisfied he finally pulled his pants and boxers off, lining himself up with your dripping pussy. A low groan escaped through gritted teeth when he finally sunk his cock into your warm walls. “Fuck, so fu-ah-kin tight baby.” He struggled to form words as he bottomed out. Your walls fluttered and you soft whimpers filled his head. 

He kept a steady pace as he fucked into you, hand coming between you to rub your overly sensitive clit, he was starting to lose grip on reality, your pussy feeling like heaven around his dick. His head hung in the crook of your neck with your arms wrapped around his neck for support. Your back was arched and your legs began to shake. “Nn-Naruto! Gunna cum!” you managed to cry out, his cock filling you perfectly full and his thumb abusing your tender bundle of nerves.

Picking up his pace he pounded right into your sweet spot, chasing his own high that was approaching fast. “C,mon baby, aah-fuck, cum for me.” He encouraged. 

Your back arched wickedly as the rush of your took over you. Loud needy moans rattled Naruto’s head, sending him over the edge as well. Hot cum filled your pussy as you rode out your orgasm. Naruto stayed still inside of you as he caught his breath, when he pulled out and saw your sloppy pussy dripping with his cum his cock twitched. Maybe it was because of the Jinchuuriki but Naruto came so much it was already flowing out of you. With a crooked grin he looked at you. “Wanna go again?”

Sasuke:

Sasuke wasn't as worried, he knew he was going to last just fine and he figured he knew your pussy pretty well since he makes you cum on his fingers daily. He prepped you with two fingers knuckles deep in your pussy, you squirmed on his lap as you held onto his shoulder. “What sweet girl? Do you want my cock?” He teased you.

You looked at him through hooded eyes and shook your head softly. “Please.” You begged pathetically. 

A whimper left you as Sasuke pulled his fingers from your dripping core. Pulling you up by the back of your thighs and slid the head of his cock through your folds, poking at your tight hole.

“Be good and take all of it.” he said before sliding you down on his cock. You held onto his shoulders tighter and a strangled gasp pushed past your lips. “Fuuck.” He huffed.

He fucked you from under as he pulled your hips down to slam into his own with a tight grip. You were coming undone fast and your walls were clenching his cock so good he was losing it right along with you. “Sa-suke.” His name is the only thing your brain could manage to think of to warn him of your impending orgasm. 

Sasuke knew, he picked up his face and smirked at your fucked out face. “Wanna make me cum baby? Cum on my cock, your perfect pussy can do that right?” He asked, gripping your hips tighter. You could only manage to nod your head and whine as his cock fucked your pussy deep. You came fast and surprised Sasuke with just how tight your needy pussy was clenching around him. He helped you through your orgasm before finally slamming your hips down, fully seating himself in your tight core before emptying himself in you. His hot cum warms you from the inside as you lay your head on his chest with a soft moan.. 

“Just gonna lay there with my cock buried in your pussy baby? He teased you. You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to him. 

Gaara:

Gaara and you were both pretty nervous, so much like Naruto he wanted to make sure you came plenty before. He started with his slender finger, curling with each thrust into you. He watched you wither under him, soft mewls causing his dick to twitch in his pants. You came on his fingers twice. 

The third time he made you cum was on his tongue. He sucked your clit and licked your pussy like it was his last meal. Holding you down with one arm over your stomach while the other circled your clit, tongue working your tight hole. “Gaara, i neeAH- t-to cum.” you managed to croak out between shaky moans. He slid his tongue deeper in your pussy as he felt your walls tighten and your juices soon overflowed his senses.

Finally between your legs he shuddered as his cock slid through your slick folds. He looked over your body, so ready for him. Everything about you made him love you, made him want to fill you with his cum and keep it there. His cock twitched against your cunt. “Will you let me have you sweet girl? Can i fuck you?” he asked, stroking your cheek gently. 

You looked up at him with rosy cheeks and adoring eyes. “Yes, Gaara please.” you said softly, spreading your legs wider. You held your arms out, silently asking for him to be closer to you.

A soft smile adorned his features as he leaned down to you, holding himself one with one arm while the other cradled your face. Your own arms came to wrap around his neck. He slowly slid the head of his dick into you, catching your mouth in a tender kiss as he sunk deeper. He ate your moans as they filled him with desire. Gaara’s hips met your own with every deep thrust, his pace slowly picking up the moan you whimpered and moaned into the mouth. He had to pull away for air but the look on your face stole the fresh air right from him. “Fuck, so pretty.” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “Can i cum in your pretty pussy? Will you let me fill you up?” he said, hips stopping momentarily as he kept himself fully seethed inside you. 

A soft whimper escaped you when you tried to catch your breath. “Yes please, want it Gaara please.” You begged so sweetly for him, he loved it. 

Taking his pace back up his hand came down to rub your clit, soft fast circles. “Let’s see if you can cum for me again baby, cum and you can have it all sweet girl, every last drop.” His words made you throw your head back and buck up against him, moans falling from your lips only to be swallowed by Gaara stealing your lips and sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

The moment the rift in time had swallowed him up, nine-year-old Shisui barely had time to yelp before he was tumbling forward—head over heels, arms flailing—until he landed hard on the wooden floor of a house he did not recognize.

His head spun.

–What the—?– he started, only to freeze when a shadow loomed over him.

He blinked up, eyes widening at the sight of a woman staring down at him with a mixture of shock and—wait, was that adoration?

–Oh. My. God.– (Y/N) breathed.

And before little Shisui could react, he was scooped up, lifted into warm arms that immediately wrapped around him like the safest cocoon in the world.

–You're so cute!– she gushed, hugging him close. –Oh my god, you're so small, look at you!–

Little Shisui, who had expected something way more dramatic—maybe a villain, a battle, something—just blinked, entirely lost.

–Um… thanks?

But (Y/N) was melting. His chubby cheeks, his big, round eyes, his little confused frown—he was adorable.

–Look at your little hands! Look at your little face! You're just a baby!– she cried, cupping his cheeks with both hands.

Little Shisui turned red, flustered and squirming. –I’m not a baby! I’m nine!–

–Even worse! You're a tiny, precious boy! Oh, come here!– She squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back, swaying slightly in delight.

And that was when the door slid open.

–What the hell is going on?

(Y/N) turned—and there, standing in the doorway, was another Shisui.

But this one was taller.

Stronger.

Older.

And the expression on his face was downright murderous.

(Y/N) beamed. –Shisui! Look! It's you! But tiny!–

Adult Shisui's eye twitched.

He took in the scene—(Y/N) cuddling his younger self, her entire focus on him, her arms cradling him like he was the most precious thing in existence—and something deep inside him snapped.

–Alright, put him down. And you, go back where you came from.

-I don't even-!- Young Shisui couldn't finish his phrase, asphyxiated by her hugh.

(Y/N) gasped, horrified. –I will not! Look at him! He’s a baby! He needs love!–

Little Shisui, entirely overwhelmed by everything happening, blinked between the two of them. –Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean "it's you"?! Who are you?!–

Adult Shisui ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. –I’m you. You’re me. Time travel nonsense. Whatever. More importantly— his eyes narrowed at (Y/N), –why are you still holding him?–

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. –Because he's adorable! Obviously!–

Shisui clenched his jaw. –So what? I’m not adorable?–

(Y/N) grinned. –Oh, yeah, but in a different way.–

That was not the answer he wanted.

Little Shisui, still utterly confused, frowned. –Wait, does that mean you two are… married?–

Adult Shisui went still.

(Y/N) blinked.

And then—

–MARRIED?!– Shisui choked, –Whoa, slow down, kid!–

Little Shisui huffed. –Well, she’s holding me like my mom used to, so I just thought—!–

(Y/N) gasped, clutching him closer. –I’m your favorite now, aren’t I?–

Shisui gawked at her. –Stop enticing my nine-year-old self!–

(Y/N) ignored him, pressing a kiss to little Shisui’s forehead. –Don’t listen to him, baby, you’re perfect.–

Little Shisui turned beet red.

Adult Shisui glared.

Indra

The moment the child's voice snapped at (Y/N), the air in the room shifted—no, it snapped.

Before (Y/N) could even react, before the child had a chance to take their words back, there was a sound. A low, guttural growl.

And then—

A blur of motion.

Indra was no longer where he had been.

The wooden floor groaned beneath the sheer force of his step, and in an instant, his hand was gripping the child’s collar, yanking them off their feet with effortless strength.

The temperature plummeted. The very shadows of the room twisted, coiling with his fury.

His eyes—black, sharp, furious—pinned them in place like prey caught in the jaws of a beast.

(Y/N) barely had time to blink.

-Who do you think you are?- Indra’s voice was unrecognizable, rough with barely restrained rage, something ancient and terrible. -You dare raise your voice at you mother?-

The child trembled. Their feet barely touched the ground, air struggling to reach their lungs.

-Indra,- (Y/N) said quickly, stepping forward. -Put them down.-

He didn’t move. Didn’t even acknowledge her voice at first. His grip tightened, knuckles paling, as if his body had already decided punishment was necessary.

The room itself felt heavier, darker.

-Indra,- (Y/N) said again, this time firmer, reaching out to touch his arm.

The instant her fingers brushed his skin, his reaction was immediate—his grip loosened just slightly, his body flinching as if her touch had struck something deeper than his wrath.

He blinked once, twice—his breaths were sharp, heavy, but some of the wildness in his gaze flickered.

Only she could pull him back.

Slowly, deliberately, he set the child back down, releasing them with a force that still sent them stumbling back.

The child was already apologizing, voice frantic, but Indra wasn’t even looking at them anymore.

His hand found (Y/N)’s arm instead, pulling her close, as if reassuring himself that she was there, unharmed. His jaw remained clenched, the muscle ticking, his fury far from gone.

(Y/N) sighed, shaking her head. -It was a prank.-

Indra’s nostrils flared. His grip didn’t loosen.

-They won’t do it again,- she added, tilting her chin up at him.

Indra didn’t care for ‘pranks.’ He didn’t care for childish games. But if there was one thing he cared for more than his own wrath, it was her.

So he let it go.

For now.

The child scrambled away, having learned the lesson of a lifetime.

(Y/N) turned in Indra’s grip, pressing a hand to his chest. -Are you done acting like a wild animal?-

Indra’s jaw remained tense. His eyes still burned, but he exhaled through his nose, the fire in him dimming just enough.

-…They should know better.

(Y/N) huffed. -They do now.-

Indra didn’t let go of her for the rest of the night.

Madara

At first, he didn’t react.

The child had barely finished snapping at (Y/N) before Madara’s head turned ever so slightly, his expression unreadable.

(Y/N) felt it before she saw it—the wave of quiet, simmering anger that rolled off of him, heavy as a stormcloud.

-Excuse me?- His voice was dangerously low.

The child, sensing the shift, tried to stay in character—but Madara was already moving.

The next thing they knew, the child had been snatched up by the back of their collar, lifted just enough for their feet to hover over the floor.

-You must have lost your mind,- Madara muttered, his grip firm but not cruel. -Because surely, my child would never speak to their mother that way.-

(Y/N) sighed. -Madara, put him down.-

Madara’s lips curled slightly, dark amusement flickering in his eyes as he set the child back down—albeit with a warning pat on the head.

-Try that again, and I’ll remind you where you got your life from.

(Y/N) crossed her arms, unimpressed. -You just threatened our child.-

-They threatened their own existence the moment they disrespected you.

The child, properly humbled, apologized immediately.

(Y/N) sighed. Never again.

Obito

It happened so fast.

One moment, the child was yelling. The next—Obito had turned sharply, his body moving before his mind had caught up.

And for a brief, heart-stopping second, the room flickered—just a ghost of the other realm, that swirling, suffocating void of his Kamui dimension, before he reined it back in.

His eye twitched. His jaw locked.

-What,- he said slowly, his voice eerily calm, -did you just say?-

(Y/N) stepped forward quickly, already sensing where this was going. -Obito, it's—

But Obito was staring at the child, his hands flexing as if resisting the instinct to grab them by the collar and shake some sense into them.

The child, realizing the mistake, scrambled to correct it. -I—I'm sorry, it was a prank—!

Obito exhaled sharply through his nose, pressing his fingers to his temple as he muttered something under his breath.

(Y/N) gave him a look.

He groaned, rubbing his face. -You know I hate this kind of stuff.-

The child nodded frantically. -I know. I know. Never again.-

Obito eyed them for a moment longer before pulling (Y/N) into his side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

-Just remember,- he muttered, resting his chin on the top of her head, -you're only alive because she wants you to be.-

(Y/N) elbowed him in the ribs.

-Obito.