bakugou loveeessss a strict woman. loves there being expectations he needs to meet. you choosing him means he’s a man of High Value. a man of Quality. you choosing him means he’s good enough. he landed YOU.
lazy kisses with katsuki… mmm. how he’d turn a simple peck into something worth melting over, making you defenseless without thinking. his tongue moves against yours in such a sensual way that you don’t even understand how someone like him, sharp-tongued and quick witted, could act so opposite. his hands always find their way under the fabric of whatever you’re wearing, finger tips pressed into the skin of your hips for that subtle bare contact he yearns for. it takes a good amount of time in a relationship for him to get to this point, but when he does? he never wants to stop. it almost never leads to anything else, staying as just a slow and deep makeout session to show how much he cares about you and not just your body.
when shouto comes back from long missions, you always expect him to immediately fall into bed and sleep for a week. but every time without fail you find yourself herded into the bed instead and fucked so thoroughly it's you who needs to sleep for a week.
tongue-kissing is incredibly intimate to bakugo, like I legit believe he does the equivalent of saving it for marriage, but once you cross that threshold with him oooooo boy
he is the BEST kisser. he’s so judicious with his tongue, teases and tastes into you all heated and almost shy at first, puffs soft, hot, panting breaths against your mouth when your tongue finally brushes back against his. he reads how you like it and matches it effortlessly, learning with you how the two of you move together.
he will make out with you on the couch for an hour. his cheeks all red as he tilts your head how he wants it, makes soft little sounds he doesn’t realize he’s making
in contrast izuku acts so loving, sweet and blushy with you in public no one is suspecting he's whispering in your ear about how he wants to watch you choke on his cock in the nearest public bathroom before he takes you home to fold you in half bc he has full on hearts in his eyes while he does it. two sides of the loverboy coin between them lmao
The steady creak of the king size bed is the only sound to be heard from within the emperors chambers. Save for the frustrated breaths and groans of the aggravated, pink haired monster of a man. Sukuna had made you mad, annoyed you beyond belief earlier this morning, and the steady simmer of your irritation had yet to calm down.
As the lawfully wedded wife of the most sinister, unholy ruler the region had ever seen, you had three main obligations. Love him, serve him, and give him an heir. Now, obviously, with your wild temperament and strong opinions, Sukuna had known you wouldn’t be an easy nut to crack. He had long since given up on the idea of making you subject to him.
He had made the grave mistake of reminding you– his dearest, stubborn wife who had a reputation of being incredibly obstinate, iron willed at times– that the deadline for the “production of an heir” was approaching. That was a grave mistake, a very terrible blunder on his part.
“Production of an heir? What kind of crap is that! A child is born from love and is made when a child is made!” You completely lost it in the midst of breakfast, waving your hands and gesturing furiously from across the table at the ridiculous, witless man in front of you. The rest of the day you had spent in a similar manner, and he had to face the cold shoulder presented to him. If you were any other woman, Sukuna would have severed your pretty little head from your shoulders immediately, and yet here you were, alive and kicking. Kicking furiously.
But, you still had duties to attend to, one of those being the silly, stupid production of an heir. And so to the bed you retreated when your husband finally came home from the slaughter of yet another village. Typically, when he came home with his clothing drenched in blood, he’d always hear you mutter a grumpy little “You reek of blood.” as you lounged in the bed of expensive linen and silky pillows, but not tonight.
The pillows were warm, uncomfortable against Sukuna's forearms as he breathed against the nape of your neck. You had yet to make a single noise, his ego was hurting. How could you, his wife, completely ignore his cock ploughing into you? Even as his two lower arms collected your wrists and your hair, you made no audible sign of enjoyment.
“C’mon sweetheart.. ‘said i was sorry already, hm?” he tries, hot breath against the back of your neck, lips inching down to ghost over the raised skin. But still, you don't budge, keeping your face turned away even as little puffs of air escape your mouth. He frowned, clicking his tongue before two of his large, rough hands grabbed your shoulders, turning you around.
“Y’think it’s funny?” he grunts, pink hair a mess on his head as he grabbed at the plush of your thighs, hoisting your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, “Ignoring me after i’ve been away all fucking day, huh? Think you can last?” and there is that annoying smirk plastered on his lips, he knows you’re not gonna be able to hold out much longer. And he’s so stupidly right. As soon as you open your mouth to tell him off, he’s on you, lips crashing into yours as he pushes your legs toward your chest as far as they’ll go. He doesn’t pull away, sliding back into that familiarly warm heat with a ragged exhale against your lips. “Theeere we go,” he hums “now she’s acceptin’ me,” he grins, sharp teeth glinting in the light from the windows.
He’s got you in the meanest mating press, all four eyes staring down at you as he all but rams into you. Your muscles burn at the mean angle he’s got you folded in, heavy hips meeting your ass each time his thick tip bumps into that gummy spot inside you, making it damn hard to ignore him. You attempt to hide your face behind your hands, only for two of his much larger ones to enclose them, pinning them by your sides.
“Talk t’me sweetheart, watcha want?” Sukuna whispers, almost tauntingly as he sees you struggling against the pleasure,. “Wan’me to apologise again?” he purrs, leaning in to place a few kisses to your heated neck, “‘m sorry, yeah? Jus’ relax f’me, let me take care of you.” and that’s all it takes for the last of your resolve to crumble, lips parting to finally let out those angelic, soft whines and moans he’s been so unfairly deprived of. He drinks them up, grin growing wider again as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and wrists, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you.
“Mm, theeere she is.”
notes: omgomgomggg i haven't written anything since january 2024?? My comeback has been long overdue, but i'm also super rusty since i haven't been practicing my written english at all... Maybe i'll get back into writing, i have a few other jjk smuts and angsts in my drafts that i never got around to posting, amongst other fandoms.. Happy Sukuna Sunday though!
Threesome with Shikamaru and Sasuke but their both really possessive and mean 👀👀
fratboy!Sasuke and plug!Shikamaru 👀
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The bass from the party downstairs throbbed through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, sending low vibrations up your legs as you shoved open the door to the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer, cheap weed, and the faint musk of sweat-soaked bodies. Clothes and empty bottles were scattered across the floor like battlefield debris, but none of you cared. The tension between Sasuke and Shikamaru crackled in the air, heavy and electric, thick enough to choke on—years of resentment, sharp glares, and unspoken challenges finally boiling over.
You slammed the door shut behind you, the sound cutting through the muffled music like a gunshot. Chest heaving, nipples already tightening against the fabric of your shirt from the charged atmosphere, you rounded on them. “I’m done with this bullshit. You’ve hated each other since freshman orientation, and now I’m stuck in the middle like some fucking prize. Sasuke, you ignored me for weeks while you partied with your frat brothers. Shikamaru, you act like you’re too smart to care but you love rubbing it in his face—”
Sasuke didn’t let you finish. He crowded you against the door in one fluid, predatory motion, one hand slamming beside your head with a loud thud that rattled the frame, the other gripping your chin hard enough to make your jaw ache as he tilted your face up. His dark eyes burned with that familiar, scorching intensity, pupils blown wide. “You were mine for a whole goddamn year.” His breath was hot against your lips, smelling faintly of whiskey. “I know I fucked up, but he doesn’t get to just take you.” His mouth crashed down on yours—possessive, bruising, teeth clashing as his tongue pushed past your lips like he was reclaiming every inch of territory. The kiss was wet, demanding, his tongue stroking deep, tasting of smoke and anger while his hard cock pressed insistently against your stomach through his jeans.
Behind him, Shikamaru let out a low, smug laugh that vibrated through his chest. “How dramatic.” He pressed in close, sandwiching you tightly between their bodies. The heat of them was overwhelming—Sasuke’s firm chest in front, Shikamaru’s lean, deceptively strong frame molding against your back. One of his hands slid under your shirt from behind, calloused fingers splaying across your overheated stomach before cupping your breast roughly, rolling and pinching your nipple until it throbbed. Sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shot straight to your core, making you gasp wetly into Sasuke’s mouth. “She left you because you treated her like an accessory, Uchiha. I actually make her cum without checking my phone every five minutes.”
Sasuke broke the kiss with a feral growl, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he glared over your shoulder. “Shut your fucking mouth and get her clothes off if you’re so useful.”
They worked together with sharp, competitive efficiency, hands everywhere at once. Sasuke yanked your shirt over your head, the cool air hitting your flushed skin and making your nipples pebble harder. Shikamaru unhooked your bra with deft fingers, letting it drop as he palmed both breasts from behind, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging your nipples until you whimpered. Jeans and panties were shoved roughly down your legs in one motion—Sasuke’s strong hands gripping your hips bruisingly, Shikamaru’s fingers grazing the sensitive backs of your thighs and the curve of your ass. You kicked them aside, now completely bare, skin prickling with goosebumps between two fully dressed, very hard men whose erections strained obviously against their pants. Their eyes raked over you hungrily, still shooting venomous looks at each other over your shoulder.
“Bed,” Shikamaru ordered, his voice deceptively lazy as he gave you a light push forward.
Sasuke scooped you up instead, his arms flexing under your thighs as he carried you the few steps and dropped you onto the messy mattress. The sheets smelled faintly of laundry detergent and lingering cologne. He climbed over you immediately, knees spreading your thighs wide apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the cool air. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, voice low and rough, dragging two thick fingers through your slick folds. The wet, obscene sound filled the room as he spread your arousal, circling your swollen clit before pushing two fingers inside without warning, curling them perfectly against that spongy spot that made your back arch off the bed and a broken moan tear from your throat. “Already dripping. Still gets soaked for me, doesn’t it?”
You moaned loudly, hips rolling desperately against his hand, the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out echoing. Shikamaru knelt beside your head on the mattress, fisting his long, thick cock—veined and flushed dark, already leaking clear precum from the tip. “Open up, baby.” He tapped the heavy head against your swollen lips, smearing salty precum across them, then pushed in slowly, stretching your mouth wide. “That’s it… fuck, your throat always feels so good. Suck harder—such a good girl.” The musky taste of him flooded your tongue as he rocked deeper, his hand gentle but firm in your hair.
Sasuke’s tongue replaced his fingers, licking a slow, filthy stripe from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit, savoring your tangy wetness before sucking the swollen bud into his hot mouth. The dual sensation overwhelmed you—Shikamaru’s lazy, deep thrusts stretching your lips and bumping the back of your throat while Sasuke devoured your pussy like a man starved, his tongue flicking rapidly, lips sealed tight around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, thighs trembling around his head.
“Bet you're too lazy to eat pussy, Nara,” Sasuke taunted between messy licks, voice muffled and vibrating against your slick flesh.
Shikamaru’s grip tightened in your hair as he let out a mean laugh, pushing a little deeper until your nose brushed his pelvis, tears pricking your eyes. “Yeah? Why don't you tell me how my dick tastes, Uchiha.”
The argument only fueled them. Sasuke sucked your clit harder, fingers pumping fast and deep, the wet sounds growing louder and filthier until your thighs clamped around his head and you came with a choked, muffled cry around Shikamaru’s cock. Your walls fluttered desperately, gushing slick heat over Sasuke’s chin.
They didn’t give you time to breathe, bodies still buzzing with rivalry.
Sasuke flipped you onto your hands and knees with ease, lining up his thick cock and thrusting into your spasming pussy in one brutal stroke. “Fuck—still so tight,” he groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap, his balls pressing against your clit as he ground deep. His hips snapped forward in a possessive, relentless rhythm, the obscene plap-plap-plap of skin on skin filling the room, his hand fisting your hair to yank your head back. “Nara doesn't know how to fuck this pretty pussy properly does he?”
Before you could, Shikamaru knelt in front of you again, feeding his slick cock back into your mouth. “Don’t listen to him. You’re coming home with me tonight, remember that sweetheart.” The taste of yourself mixed with his precum as he fucked your face with controlled, lazy strokes that still made drool spill down your chin and tears streak your cheeks.
They set a punishing rhythm—Sasuke pounding into you from behind, balls slapping wetly against your soaked pussy, while Shikamaru used your mouth. Their free hands roamed possessively: Sasuke slapping your ass hard enough to leave stinging red handprints that bloomed hot, Shikamaru pinching and twisting your nipples until they ached. Every time their hands met on your sweat-slick skin, they shoved each other’s away with muttered curses.
“Move, bastard,” Shikamaru finally growled, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you. “I want her ass. She can take us both.”
Sasuke slowed but didn’t stop, glaring daggers. “Like you know how to prep her properly. You’ll hurt her with your sloppy shit.”
You pushed back against Sasuke, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Both of you. Please—I want it. I can take you.”
Shikamaru produced a small packet of lube, slicking his fingers generously. He pressed one, then two into your tight ass while Sasuke kept fucking your pussy in shallow, teasing thrusts. The burning stretch melted into overwhelming, full-body pleasure as they coordinated, your holes clenching greedily around the invasion.
Sasuke pulled out briefly, then lay on his back and dragged you on top, sinking back into your dripping pussy with a deep groan. “Ride me, baby. Show him how well you take my cock.” You sank down, moaning at the thick fullness stretching your walls, your juices coating him.
Shikamaru moved behind you, pressing the blunt, lubed head of his cock against your ass. “Relax… good girl,” he murmured, pushing in inch by inch. The pressure was intense—two thick cocks stretching you to your absolute limit, rubbing and pressing against each other through your thin inner walls, creating mind-numbing friction.
“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed, hands gripping your hips bruisingly hard. “She’s clenching so hard. You feel that, Nara? How perfect she is?”
“Shut the fuck up and move,” Shikamaru growled, bottoming out with a low curse, his pelvis flush against your ass. “Or are you too jealous to fuck her properly while I’m buried in her ass?”
They started thrusting—first alternating, dragging against each other inside you, then finding a devastating, synchronized rhythm that had you sobbing and shaking between them. Every thrust pushed you higher: Sasuke’s cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot, Shikamaru’s stretching and filling your ass so completely. Sweat-slick skin slapped together, harsh breathing mixed with guttural moans, the wet, filthy sounds of your holes being used echoing obscenely.
Sasuke leaned up to bite your neck, sucking a dark, claiming mark into your skin. “Mine. No one else gets to fuck you like this.”
Shikamaru’s hand cracked against your ass again, the sting blooming hot. “Keep dreaming, pretty boy. She’s mine now—and she loves how I fuck her better than you.”
The overwhelming fullness, the rivalry-fueled aggression, the constant stimulation sent you spiraling. You came hard, screaming, body convulsing violently between them as waves of pleasure crashed through you, your holes clamping down rhythmically on their cocks.
The clenching sent them both over the edge—Sasuke first, burying himself to the hilt with a broken groan and flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts. Shikamaru followed seconds later, cursing filthily as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into your ass.
You collapsed onto Sasuke’s sweat-damp chest, heart hammering, Shikamaru draped heavily over your back, both of them still buried inside you, their mixed releases leaking slowly. Their hands stroked your overheated, trembling skin almost gently now, though the rivalry lingered—Sasuke’s arm locked possessively around your waist, Shikamaru nipping at your shoulder with a dark chuckle.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Sasuke muttered against your hair, voice rough and sated. “You’re still coming back to me.”
Shikamaru chuckled darkly. “You're pathetic. She’s staying with the one who actually knows how to keep her satisfied.”
You smiled breathlessly between their possessive, heated bodies, every inch of you sore, sticky, and utterly claimed, knowing the fight was far from over—and secretly loving every filthy, overwhelming second of it.
barbarian!bakugo and the village girl that he captured.
his kingdom of pure strength and grit was consistently taking over more and more land, until they reached your village in the countryside. the fight was like nothing you had ever seen. flaming arrows, fists of iron, your home and family was left too little but ashes.
for some reason, however, bakugo had ordered his soldiers to not only spare you, but also to bring you back with them. you cried and begged for his reason, for him to just kill you, but he refused both. leaving you to where you are now.
trapped, locked in one of his castle's spare rooms, you wait for news. sitting at the edge of the bed, your wide eyes glance around the room, noticing its red adornments, the dark stone fireplace, but especially the barred window. you sit and ponder your existence until the door is finally opened.
a man with a sharp face and red hair steps inside, wearing the same armor as bakugo's just without the royal theatrics.
"the king will you see you." he states. his voice is firm and unwavering, although he does not look particularly evil. it takes a moment for the words to register before you finally stand and join the man as he guides you.
looking around the castle, you again notice its dark nature, black and dark grey stones make the walls whilst various red shades fill the rest. you swallow nervously as you make your way down the great hall, frightened as to what will await you.
will he have you beheaded? tortured? are you here to be his servant forever? the possibilities are endless, and given bakugo's unholy merciless reputation, you can't help but shiver.
finally, the tall double doors awaiting you open, revealing the disgusting huge throne room. you walk in with shaky hands, eyes pinned on bakugo.
his sits on his throne with a smug smile on his face, leaned back at ease with no sign of any emotion but intrigue. his hand beckons you to the floor in front of you, to which you kneel. he catches onto your nerves and barks out a laugh, nothing akin to the traditional nature of your home.
"welcome." he eventually says.
"what, what am i d-doing here, my lord?" you dare to speak, voice a near whisper with the way fear guides your voice.
𐙚 author's note: I wrote this headcanon really fast. There’s about 600 words. It’s the first time I actually write smut — im so fucking embarrassed about— but anyway I hope you enjoyed <3
He is not nearly as lazy as he lets everyone believe, at least not when it comes to you. Shikamaru is the kind of man who has to drag himself through most days, or gets dragged along by his friends with a sigh and a reluctant complaint: “Alright, alright.” But between you and him, all that restrained energy has to go somewhere. He is also the type of man who is shameless. When people look at him, they can’t imagine that the man who stands in a slouched position with tired eyes is, in reality, an animal who will take you whenever and wherever he feels like.
Coming back from a mission with you? He will take you from behind on top of a tree. One hand wrapped around your hair and the other grabbing your hip while holding his cigarette between his index and middle fingers, adding an extra heavy pound onto your pussy, his cock touching deep inside you, making room within your tight walls. And you best be sure, he will be saying the most absurd profanities in your ear, his voice slow and husky, making you even wetter. “Attagirl, you’re taking me so well.” And that makes you get there. You love that man’s voice, and he knows it, and he uses it against you. He uses your weakness to make you go on your knees and suck his wet, sticky cock. He can be both rough and gentle; it really depends on how he’s feeling. Shikamaru is just the best of both worlds. He can make you gag while holding the back of your head, almost balls-deep in your throat, your breath barely able to keep up with the suffocation, and he can be gentle while sliding his length in slowly, giving you time to keep up with the suffocation. When he comes, he’s gonna make sure you either swallow it or wear it on your face. When both of you get back to the village, you have trembling legs, and he’s already ready for round two. He’s gonna remind you to clean up before presenting yourself to the Hokage. “You got some dried cum. You better clean up before we see Kakashi.”
While his favorite position is cowgirl, let me say that it’s not because of laziness, but rather because he loves to see how your stomach bulges with his cock buried deep inside you, how your hips move so slowly, almost swallowing his balls. The way your mouth falls open as you moan his name sounds like a melody to him, your eyes rolling back and your nails digging into his chest. He loves to grab your ass, spread it open with his fingers, leaving his mark, and then hammer upward into your wet pussy while your tits bounce in front of his face as he sucks on each of your nipples.
At first, Shika wasn’t really vocal, but once he realized you got needier and wetter for his voice and his dirty talk, he started being more consistent with it: “That’s my girl, taking me so good.” “Fuck, this bulge in your belly is making me even harder.” “Your pussy is amazing.” He loves being dirty with you. He feels safe, and he loves to make you feel adored as well.
Shikamaru has always played everyone thinking he is just too lazy to do anything, you were also played by him in the beginning. You thought that tired eyes never really paid attention, that he was too lazy to move around when you saw Ino or Naruto moving him by force because he didn’t want to move from where he was.
By the first time you guys had your first time together you were definitely proved wrong.
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𐙚 author's note: let me know what you think <3 byeee
a/n: This is my personal take on the characters. If it's not your vibe, that's cool, no need to hate. XOXO
Naruto: DRY HUMPING
Naruto seems like the type to fucking love this, grinding against you while you're both lost in a messy, desperate make-out session.
Usually he is completely dressed, while you have a tiny thong on. You on top, he under you, moving your hips against his rock-hard length, all the while kissing you desperately, moaning into your mouth like he can’t get enough of this.
His face would be red, all the way to his ears, but he wouldn't look away. He'd watch. Every grind. Every wet sound.
“You feel so fucking good, ya know? Look at the mess. All over me. You like it, don’t ya, sweetheart?”
Sasuke: INFIDELITY KINK
The second he mentioned wanting to try this, you agreed. It's been your favorite kind of roleplay ever since. The thrill, the idea of getting caught doing such a thing is everything.
Usually he’s the one getting cheated, becoming the stranger from the bar where you have a drink. The random guy from the library who invites you to “his” house, just to show you his book collection. The ex you swore you'd never talk to again. He does his part so good, that you almost believe the scenario.
“Aww. Poor little thing. Letting a stranger stretch that pretty pussy while your boyfriend thinks you're at the library. You like it, don't you? Getting fucked by a stranger.”
Shikamaru: SHIBARI
Trust me, Shikamaru is a control freak. He would love manhandling you, maneuvering your body as he wants. Which is ironic, considering he complains about everything else being 'troublesome.' But this? He'd never say that about this.
Probably, his favorite position would be with you bent forward, your arms tied, the rope having a cute ribbon in the middle. His fingers steadying your body, as he thrusts lazy but deep enough to make your toes curl with pleasure. He'd watch your face over your shoulder, that boyish smirk never leaving his lips, drinking in every whimper.
“What was that, my love? I’m too big for you? That’s troublesome... because look at how good your pussy treats me. All sloppy and shit.”
Kakashi: CUCKOLDING
Yes, he is that confident in himself, to let his woman get fucked in front of him by another man. Yes, he would most likely imply Obito in the setting.
First, he was a bit reluctant to propose this to you, thinking you would reject his idea instantly, at the same time being embarrassed to say it out loud to you. But when he gathered the courage, he was surprised when you nodded with a little, shy smile. He definitely asked you for more than fifty times, and asked if you'd be comfortable with someone you both already knew.
Obito is the best choice of all, being at the same time more different than Kakashi. More cocky, more crude than your husband, offering him a 10/10 show.
“Look at you. Who knew you'd jump on his cock so fast, sweetheart? Not that I'm complaining,” Kakashi would say, his hand stroking himself slowly, his unmasked eye analytical, but hungry.
"You like that?” Obito would laugh cruelly. “Of course you do. Look at you — soaking my cock like a good little slut. Isn't she, Kakashi?"
Obito: GAGGING KINK
He is obsessed with the sound of your throat as he pushes in, either with his fingers, his dick, or a toy on your tongue, making him feral.
Your desperation, the tears streaming one after another, which he wouldn’t wipe away. Your chin drenched in drool. He'd just watch mesmerized.
His favorite way is with his fingers. His hands are rough, calloused, scarred, but he'd be so careful with you. Every movement deliberate. Every press of his fingers calculated. He instructs you through everything. Open wider. Breathe through your nose. You can take it. His eyes never leaving your face, patient, enjoying every sound that escapes you.
He'd keep his mask on sometimes. Other times, he'd pull it up, onto his forehead so you could see his face. His proud smirk.
“Ah, fuck. Look at how hard you get me, baby. Do that again. Do that sound again, please.”
Jiraiya: VOYEURISM
This doesn't even need explaining. You already know I'm right. He has this big pleasure of lurking behind the door, the sofa, the curtains, enjoying the sight of you touching yourself as if he weren't in the same room.
You usually like to tease him too, smirking devilishly when you hear his low, almost imperceptible groans. Then you'd give him a little gaze over your shoulder. From the glass shower, your back pressed against the cold wall, one leg hitched up, your restless fingers pushing in and out. You'd slow down on purpose, just to hear him whine.
You'd catch his stare behind the bathroom door, one hand stroking his cock lazily, his lip caught between his teeth.
"I wish Jiraiya was here," you moaned, loud.
It didn't take long before he slid under the running water, bending you over, your palms pressed against the glass.
"Mission accomplished. Daddy's here." Then he thrust, hard enough to make you scream.
Snake hybrid!Geto who never thought he’d be the type to mate. No snake hybrid or half-hybrid the reservation has brought him had ever excited him…until he set his eyes on you. Snake hybrid!Geto who starts following around the cute lil’ human keeper- you’re there to make sure his environment is optimal, check the temperature, and see if he needs medical attention. Not to- flirt. Snake hybrids could flirt?! Snake hybrid!Geto who wraps himself ‘round you tight like a vice—but you know he doesn’t mean any harm. He’d be purring Iike a cat if he could, and he’s hissing. “Y’know sssssnakes have two di-” “I know.”
firelord zuko and his penchant for quick kisses that usually turn to much more, between his duties.
warm hands grappling at the fabric of your dress, eyes soft and focused on the furrow between your brows, cheekily grinning as you tried to pry yourself from his grasp, palms pressed against his chest, firm and insistent. "fire lor—"
"call me by my title and I'll sink to my knees, right now."
you stopped fidgeting, going completely still as you stared at him bewildered, watching as his own eyes widened and warmth blooming on his cheeks as his words registered in his mind.
he shook his head, cheeks rosy and plush, hands slipping from your waist and limply hung by his side, "i didn—" before he could finish, you interrupted.
"you did." you stated, lips pursed together, "you very much did mean that." neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the silence linger, his eyes scanning the wall behind your head, while you focused on him. finally after a beat of silence, you murmured, "shameless."
he pouted, cheeks puffed up as he reached for your wrists this time, tugging both your palms to his chest, "tell me, wife, did you or did you not promise yourself to me under the vast sky?" he huffed, bringing your vows into the conversation.
"...I did." you sighed, defeated as you lean against his chest, hands squished between your bodies, "but that doesn't mean you can have me under it."
"it means, that I, as your husband can give and take as I wish." he voice low and firm, reverberating through your palms, it's authoritative, the same voice that passes commands as the fire lord, "only when I have your permission though, your husband after all."
that's zuko, your husband, not the fire lord, just your zuko.
The festival is crowded enough that you lose Naruto amongst the people.
One second he's beside you, loudly insisting he smells grilled squid somewhere nearby, and the next he's swallowed whole by a sea of colorful yukata.
You eventually spot a flash of yellow hair. Oh good, he somehow managed to escape the restless crowd.
He's standing in front of a game stall, arms folded, glaring at a dart board. It's quite intense. You've only ever seen him look like that at his rival, Sasuke. This must be some serious stuff.
Curious, you decide to watch.
First throw. He misses completely. The dart sails harmlessly past the board, clattering somewhere behind the prizes.
"… Warm-up," Naruto mutters.
Second throw. This one actually hits the target. For one glorious second Naruto looks victorious. Then the dart bounces off without knocking down the target.
"Okay, that one doesn't count."
The vendor says nothing. He counts it.
Third throw. Miss.
Naruto stares at the empty board for a long, painful second before shooting the vendor an angry look.
"This is total crap!" he shouts, pointing an accusatory finger. "You can't expect me to win when you only give me three tries!"
Several nearby festival-goers glance over, but the vendor doesn't even blink.
"Young man," he says with the exhausted patience of someone who's heard this exact complaint a hundred times tonight, "that's how games work."
"It's a scam!"
Deciding to save him from digging himself into an even deeper hole, you step forward.
"Would you mind if I tried?"
The vendor gestures towards the darts with an amused smile. But Naruto immediately protests.
"Bah! Don't trust this old geezer! He's gonna rig it or something—I know it!"
"I assure you," the vendor sighs, "the game isn't rigged. Your boyfriend may simply be an idiot."
Naruto splutters in outrage. "I'm standing right here!"
Trying not to laugh (too hard), you pick up your first dart. You take aim. Throw! It lands… roughly as well as Naruto's first three attempts.
"Oh."
Your second throw is better. It strikes the target dead center. Then, just like Naruto's, it bounces harmlessly onto the counter.
You narrow your eyes. One dart remains. Surely. Surely, this one— You throw. The dart sails majestically through the air. Past the board. Past the prizes. Past the stall. Straight out through the open side of the tent. Somewhere, in the distance, someone yelps. You and Naruto exchange a knowing look. Ehh, they'll be fine. Probably.
"Nonsense!" you suddenly realize, pointing dramatically at the dart board. "This game is impossible!"
"I know, right?!" Naruto agrees instantly.
But you know him. He sulks for only about two minutes. Long enough to kick absentmindedly at the dirt before something catches his eye in the distance. His entire expression changes. Like the sun breaking through clouds, he lights up with a grin so bright it could light up the world.
"Never mind this," he announces. "I'm gonna win you that panda."
You follow his finger. A massive panda plush sits proudly atop another game stall a few booths away, practically begging to be won. Naruto flashes you the most confident smirk you've ever seen, as though the outcome is already decided. He grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the crowd.
"Come on!"
You don't have the heart to remind him how much money he has left.
Goodbye, Naruto's savings.
All 6,000 ryō.
────» Sasuke.
The evening air is colder than you anticipated. Not freezing, but cold enough that you find yourself regretting not bringing another layer. You do your best not to complain, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets and hunching your shoulders ever so slightly as you walk beside Sasuke through the quiet streets of Konohagakure.
The village is mostly quiet at this hour. Most of the market stalls have long since packed away for the night. Lanterns cast warm pools of light on the path. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots.
It's a lovely night. Or it would be, if only you weren't freezing. Damn it, you should've thought about this before leaving the house.
As you're mentally cursing your complete lack of foresight, something unexpectedly warm settles across your shoulders. You blink. Sasuke's cloak found its way around you.
For a moment, you simply stare at it before glancing at him. He doesn't say anything about it, just continues walking, staring ahead and not even sparing you a glance.
So, he noticed the way you'd been trying to curl into yourself against the wind, and without a word, he'd simply given you the only extra layer he had. You try to thank him, but he just shrugs.
"Thought you needed it."
You pull the cloak a little tighter around yourself and a small, thoroughly ridiculous smile threatens to spread across your face. Oh, he can play it cool all he wants. If he insists on freezing in your place just to maintain the illusion that he's so cool… Well. Who are you to stop him?
In fact… Your house is only a street away. A warm fireplace, fresh tea, and four solid walls sound considerably more appealing than wandering around outside. Surely even someone as aloof as Sasuke wouldn't object to escaping the cold.
You open your mouth, still deciding how to phrase the invitation. But Sasuke beats you to it.
"It's cold," he states.
You stare at him. You are very well aware.
"The inn I'm staying at is on the other side of Konoha," he continues.
You bite back a smile. Your king of insinuation is… insinuating, yes.
"So," you begin, playing into what you know to be his masterplan. "Do you want to stay over at my place instead?"
He hums thoughtfully, pretending to weigh his options.
"… If you insist," he finally answers.
You have to look away before he notices your grin. Of course. He's only borrowing your house because it's closer. It's not like he likes you or anything.
────» Kakashi.
You're halfway through cleaning your apartment when you get the distinct feeling that you aren't alone. You pause mid-swipe with your dust cloth and glance toward the hallway.
"…Hello?"
No answer. You poke your head into the living room.
"Kakashi?"
There he is. Completely at home. He's stretched across your couch, one leg lazily crossed over the other, engrossed in his book (the one that he's always dodgy about when you ask, so you stopped asking). He doesn't even give you the courtesy of looking up. You sigh, walk over, and flick the corner of the book. It slips from his hand and lands squarely on his face. One sleepy eye peeks over the cover.
"Oh," he says, sounding pleasantly surprised. "You're finally done."
You stare at him. "I'm not done."
He hums thoughtfully, as though considering your statement. Before he can say anything else, you shove a feather duster into his hand and point toward the bookshelf. Kakashi glances from the duster… to you… then back to the duster. He sighs, but doesn't complain. Not verbally, anyway.
Several minutes pass.
Then, you hear tiny footsteps. A familiar dog waddles around the corner. Pakkun peers into the room.
"Your man summoned me to get out of cleaning duty but failed to bribe me," he snitches. Wow. You should've predicted this. "I recommend finding a more reliable man, one who doesn't drag innocent souls like me into domestic slavery."
Of course. Of course Kakashi would try to outsource his chores.
"Pakkun!" Kakashi scolds. But Pakkun is gone by the time he can say anything else.
Kakashi then looks at you, apologetically raising his palm. "Hah, sorry… I guess, you'll forgive me if I help you clean?" he humbly concedes.
You scowl at him for a moment before allowing him to make up for his little blunder. After all, two pairs of hands are more efficient than one.
Kakashi lets out the deepest, most long-suffering sigh with a broom in his hand.
Oh, real relationships are nothing like in Icha Icha…
────» Neji.
Your arrangement of the gift looks good.
Neji looms over your shoulder, careful not to let his presence become distracting or annoying.
You furrow your eyebrows, it's good, but it's not yet without flaw. Neji can see it, too. He points to the congratulatory message written beside the flowers.
"We mention good fortune too many times," he says. "The gift is already adorned with peonies, which symbolize prosperity. Repeating the sentiment only cheapens it."
You nod in agreement. The two of you had chosen the flowers with purpose. Purple peonies, to acknowledge the newlyweds' noble standing and to wish them a prosperous, happy life. You don't need to say the same thing seven times.
"Perhaps we should wish them a large, happy family?"
Neji shakes his head almost immediately.
"What if one of them is infertile?"
You laugh. "That's so specific, Neji."
"Yes," he replies, "but we shouldn't be so presumptuous."
Fair enough. Resting your chin in your hand, you reread the message. Neji's handwriting is as elegant as ever. It's simply beautiful.
"Hmm…" You tap the edge of the paper thoughtfully. "What about beauty?"
Neji considers it for exactly half a second.
"No, I know the groom. Beauty has long abandoned him. He'd think we're mocking him."
Ouch. Neji is brutal. Though, considering the groom is an elderly nobleman taking a second wife after outliving his first, perhaps he has a point.
"Health," you decide at last.
Neji hums quietly.
"…Yes."
He reaches for the brush, and you watch him write: 'May you always bloom with health.'
You smile. "The wording pairs nicely with the flowers."
"It does."
He gives the completed letter one final, meticulous inspection, searching for imperfections. Seemingly satisfied, he sets the brush aside.
"If we received wishes like these at our wedding," he says thoughtfully, "I suppose I wouldn't be entirely offended."
You pause. Wait, what did he just say?
'Our wedding'?
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from being too obvious.
Yeah. Real subtle, Neji.
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