features: naruto, itachi, madara, kakashi, tenzou, hashirama, tobirama, kiba, shikamaru, konohamaru, asuma, deidara, jiraiya, and genma
minor notes: these drabbles include a female reader who exists in the village of konoha as a shinobi and no uchiha massacre has taken place!
on your belly
naruto — there's something dangerous, nearly feral, about the way he looks down at you when he leans over your body. its like kurama breaks free and takes over the ninja, like the whiskers on his face darken to black, his eyes glowing red and bright and ferocious— and it thrills you. utterly, and completely thrills you. naruto smirks, and in any other moment you might have been embarrassed about the fact that you both know then and there that he can smell your arousal. but you're too far gone to care. it's all you can do to hold on, clawing at his broad back, clutching your legs around his hips as you ride through the pleasure of his cock against your insides. he pulls out at the last moment, the way your fingers wind together as both of your hands work furiously over his cock, and the sinful moan that spills from his lips as he comes is almost enough to send you headlong into another orgasm. his cum splatters over your belly, icy hot and plentiful, and you expect him to collapse on top of you, caging you beneath his firm body and holding you there, as he usually does, but this time his holds his ground. his hands are at your belly, fingers moving through his spend as he works it into your skin, spreading it across the softness he loves to kiss, as though marking you with his scent, marking you as his. he growls, nearly purrs, and as you meet his feral red eyes, you both know kurama is pleased.
itachi — he loves the way you can quiet his mind, send the swirling storm of thoughts into quiet symbiosis, cooing the firestorm. you take him in his arms, make him feel protected, instead of what is usually the other way around. it's intoxicating, to be around you. when he makes love to you, when he wraps his arms around you, and your legs wind around him, he loves how you pull him down until he's chest to chest with you, like he can become one with you completely. you'll try for a child soon, he knows. but for now he contents himself with pulling out of you just enough to release on your stomach, to feel the warmth of your skin on his most sensitive part, to run his fingers through the liquid and it excites him to no end to picture little uchiha's running around the compound.
on your chest
yamato — there's something about the way you look, flushed, breathless, dripping with sweat, that overcomes him, makes him feel half wild as he looks down at you. he can't tear himself away from you, not even for a moment, and has been late for many a meeting because of this weakness, much to kakashi's delight and his chagrin. but every once in a while, when he feels particularly wound up, pent up, that he indulges his secret sin. he pulls out of you as he feels his orgasm bridging, a frisson of pleasure building at the base of his spine and rolling through him like a jolt of lightning, and rolls over to the side. your eyes are half lidded as you look up at him, confusion bridging into understanding as you recognize the familiar pose. even without asking you roll into a sitting position, as though reading his mind, and kami he loves you so much, even in the throes of passion and pleasure he drops a hand to your cheek to stroke it lovingly. he works his cock quickly as you push your breasts together, flinching slightly as your fingers pinch your nipple, still sensitive from the force of your orgasm, and the breathy little moan you let out is enough to send him over the edge. his cum sinks onto your skin, slipping down your breasts and onto your stomach, a fist of prideful pleasure tightening in his belly. kami he just loves you so much.
konohamaru — somehow, he knows, just knows, that this is all naruto's fault. he blames the hokage for having made his introduction into the world of sex be all bare breasts and long legged, until the memories of his sexy jutsu captivating his adolescent. even as an adult konohamaru has the same weakness, and the day he had met you he knew all at once that you checked all his boxes in perfect harmony. and when he's leaning over you, his spend dotted across your perfect chest like spilled pearls, your face flushed and eyes half lidded from the throes of pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm still trembling through you, he can't quite but thank the gods for naruto.
on your face
deidara — its a work of art on its own, the way your eyes look as you gaze up at him. the way your lips are swollen and half parted, wet by the tongue that drags across them seductively enough to make him dive back down into your arms. but there's nothing more beautiful than the way you look on your knees, his cock kissed against your lips, his spend streaked across your face like oil paint on a canvas. he smirks, near feral, and just the sight is enough to make him half hard again. he never feels more pleasure at the notion that art truly is an explosion.
shikamaru — he let out a long, sated sigh, breathing out a curl of smoke and thinking about the fact that he had never been this happy. your fingers clawed at the skin of his naked chest, nails dragging across his nipple in a way that made him flinch and his hips stutter, pleasure-pain rushing through his chest as he moaned. your fingers wound absently around the fabric of the yukata you had hastily pushed down around his waist, leaving his ass bare and ready to be fondled by you as you guided the thrust of his hips. your mouth was so hot, so wet and warm, that he wished he could live in it. not that he spent much time free from the tangle of your limbs, with the amount of time you spent fucking, the honeymoon period having never ended after your marriage three years prior. he gasped out a moan, leaning forward in his zaisu, and winding a hand through your beautiful hair, warning you silently that he was about to reach his peak. his cum marked your face, spilling across your cheeks, your lips, your chin, and you looked so beautiful he couldn't resist kissing you, his tongue entering your mouth, his hand cupping your bare breast, both of you already knowing he wasn't going to be going anywhere for the next hour.
on your ass
kiba — it's his animal instincts. it must be. it makes him feel wild, ferocious to see you like this, on your hands and knees, your hair messy as its tossed over your shoulders, your back bowed to tilt your hips up towards his. your skin is glistening with a mix of heady sweat and saliva, because he just can't stop himself from licking you, tasting you, mapping every inch of your body with his tongue. your thighs are parted, wet for the same reasons, and he longs to taste you again, to bury himself between your legs and eat and eat and eat until the neverending starvation in his belly is sated. but he can't, not yet, not now. his cock feels fit to burst, and he can't stand being parted from you for a second longer, pushing back into you until his hips are flush to your ass, and kami you feel so fucking good, he can't stop the growl that leeches from this lips. he comes quickly, pulling out with rabid ferocity and spilling over the curves of your perfect ass, unable to resist biting into it and leaving another bite mark among the sea of half healed ones.
tobirama — his brother had told him it would be like this one day, like him and mito, had told him that one day he would know what it meant to be completely consumed by another. but before you, tobirama had though his brother a fool. even worse, a god of shinobi, brought to heel by something so simple as love. but from the very first moment he had come across you, had taken your hand to shake and seen the way your lips arched into a smile, he realized he was a fool too. it's like heaven and hell, like sweet escape and even sweeter torture, to be with you, to be apart from you, even for just the moment it takes to pull out of your sweet warmth. but there's something wicked about the way you look covered in his spend, the way your ass reddens from the slap of his hips, the way your sweat speckled skin looks glistens like diamonds. kami, he truly is a fool, but much like his brother, there's no place he'd rather be than in your arms.
on your pussy
jiraiya — the toad sage can't help but be mesmerized by everything about you. the way your hair drapes around your shoulders, the mastery of your genjutsu, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, the softness of your skin, the brightness of your smile. but fuck, if one of the most impressive things about you wasn't the way your pussy sucked him in. you're both sexual beings, he knows that. knows that you've had other lovers before him, but he couldn't tell— not from the way your pussy sucked him in like a tight-fist, like a virgin. it was near agony to pull out, to not cum in you like jiraiya so obviously enjoyed, but during times like this, when the cleanup was too messy, or you two had stolen the time for a quickie, when he forced himself to pull out as he came, splattering your skin with drops of cum that nearly sizzled your beautiful skin. you moaned, looking so beautiful covered in his spend that he couldn't help but seize your lips in a messy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he began to mentally draft the next volume of icha icha.
genma — he was a pervert. he knew it, you knew it. half of konoha knew it. he kissed you like a fiend, all tongue and teeth and exchanged spit, addicted to the way your body felt beneath his, all soft curves to his hard edges. your hand fisted in his loose hair, tilting his head down towards you, so you could kiss even more deeply, practically consuming each other. your legs were wrapped around his naked hips, his favorite belt, and he thrust into you with abandon, unable to resist the wet heat of your pussy, still fluttering around him after your orgasm. he was gonna cum soon, he knew from the reckless thrust of his hips and the fist of pleasure forming below his stomach and there wasn't enough time to properly make love to you since you were both supposed to report to the hokage in five minutes. genma pulled out begrudgingly, cum spilling across the lips of your pussy instead of inside you as he longed to do. he admired his handiwork, breathless and feeling lose from release of pleasure, and couldn't help but run his fingers through the spend, dragging it across your skin like he was painting. yeah maybe he was a pervert, but he loved it, and you loved it— and at the end of the day that was all he cared about. you
in your mouth
asuma — he's addicted to you, he thinks. utterly and completely addicted. he's never been dependent on anything in his life, not even his cigarettes, not the way he is to you. he wishes he could retire, could spend all day every day in your arms, in bed with you, cooking with you, eating with you, showing with you, sleeping with you. it's heaven, or the closest he's ever come, and the sole reason is you. he fucks you languidly, relishing in every part of you, the clench of your pussy, the bounce of your unbound breasts, the salty wetness of sweat on your skin he draws up with his tongue. asuma pulls out begrudgingly, desperate to chase the tightness, the heat of your insides, but the tiny thread of reason he clung to was telling him otherwise. instead he takes himself in hand, swinging a leg over your body to perch on your stomach, his cock brushing the plush suppleness of your lips. he cums across your perfect mouth, moaning too loudly when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and he could almost cum again just as the sight. asuma collapses beside you in the bed you share, pulling you into his strong arms and kissing you deeply. he wants to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and fill your house with little asumas, but for now this was enough.
kakashi — your eyes, he thinks. it's the way your eyes seem to pin him in place as you look up at him. he has more than enough experience with the look of fear on an enemies face when his eyes are upon them, and he thinks he must have much the same look on his as he meets your gaze. you've raised yourself up on the legs folded beneath you, one hand lazily stroking his bare thigh, your nails digging just firmly enough into his skin to cause a frisson of pain to rush up his spine, the other hand on his cock, doing things to him that he can only describe as sinful. your lips are swollen and reddened from the length of your lovemaking, your tongue dragging down his cock and paying special attention to his head. he gasps out a moan, the sound like it was dragged from the depths of his belly. his hips jerk forward as he comes, automatically seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch. he comes like a blast of raikiri, barely having the energy to do more than fall to his knees before you. he weakly opens his eyes, and nearly goes mute. his spend is on your tongue, your lips, the corner of your mouth, and the way you look drinking it down is utterly sinful.
inside of you
madara — there was no better place for madara than between your thighs, not the battlefield, not the winners circle. no, he'd give it all up just to stay pillowed between your legs. just as your happiness elevated his, your pleasure heightened his. when his hands push apart your thighs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down flush against you. it's as though the gods had made his body just for yours, the way your hips fit into the cradle of his, the way his thighs made the perfect hook for your legs, the mold of your lips against mouth. kami, it was a miracle. he hates to leave you, even more to pull out of you, not when you're so hot, so tight, so wet against him. to feel himself spend inside of you, awash with pleasure and contentment, is the most powerful feeling in the world.
hashirama — there was nothing in the world hashirama loved more in the world than the way you felt in his arms. the way your bodies moved in unison as he made love to you, when your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your body twitching in his arms as pleasure ran through you, the way your breath mingled as you kissed and kissed and kissed. your pleasure was as important to him as his own, as it was his highest order of duty to provide for you in every way. and the best part, the highest honor and highest pleasure, was to come with you. to feel you clench around his cock, tight as a fist and so utterly warm that hashirama was sure you could melt him more than you already had, and the feeling of your body sinking fully into pleasure, tight as a coil as you both achieved orgasm at the same time was the highest accomplishment of his life.
this post is about sexual relationships. !!! NSFT !!!
the categories are from prosopa insights, i didn't make them and they aren't scientific, just for fun. everything is explained below the line. written impromptu and not proofread.
whew with that out of the way, it's time to psychoanalyze these badboys.
quick rundown: the 4 primary categories (romantic, adventurous, dutiful, nurturing) describe a healthy range of sexuality. the 8 sub-categories (jealous, indulgent, obsessive, domineering, frigid, neurotic, hyper-sensitive, delusional) are unhealthy variants of their primary category.
ROMANTIC
The classic lover. Someone who sees sex as a thing of beauty, something to be enjoyed, or help their lover enjoy it. To them, sex is an expression of love for others, for beauty, and enjoying the finer things of life.
Rock Lee. Sex is either a loving, affectionate, fun endeavor or he'd rather not have it at all. This is a very earnest character. A romantic who beams with youthful passion and vitality, and while yes, it's important to expunge all that sexual energy, he would only do it in a warm, safe, loving context where he knows for sure the other party is thoroughly enjoying themselves. I imagine a lively, engaging time with him, lots of verbal affirmation and intentional, cautious soft touching that gradually evolves into more playful, more careless caressing and stroking as you both relax and get into the rythm of it. Related, definitely an enjoyer of showy displays of affection. Also I think he'd start out very standard-traditional but can basically adapt to anything that sounds pleasant and interesting. Very sweet with a dash of playfulness to keep things engaging. Standard romantic type, very perfect to start off this list with 'cause he raises a high bar, heh. Likely favorites: casual and/or gentle sex with some toys (hey, he wants to see the max of what you can handle and compare it with what he can handle! >:3); drunk sex would make him go wilder with kinky stuff (a bit more force, lots of affectionate and dirty talk, pinning you down, rubbing himself against you). Just know that he won't remember tf he was doing when he sobers up. Actually, don't tell him or at least leave out some details or he'll spend the next 3 days apologizing to you, being the endearing idiot that he is.
Minato. Let me start with: he's not romantic in the most conventional sense. I think he'd be a bit out of touch with normalcy, actually. But he's confident about what he's throwing at you, and he's trying his best to create a genuinely passionate, loving dynamic. So, when he traces his thumb over your lips and says borderline cryptic stuff like "wow, your pretty face is turning as red as a blood-stained blade", understand that he's trying to make the Romance(tm) happen. Because he cares. He cares enough to want to make you feel loved. And he knows that (1) good sex is when it's pleasurable and (2) good sex is when you get to bond with your lover. Yes, he has an objectives list in his head. Wooing you is a really fun strategy game to him. What do you like? You don't have to tell him, he'll figure it out anyway. Giving a few pointers from the get-go is probably a good idea though, otherwise he'll get quite creative about it (battlefield terminology as foreplay, oh he's so charming!). Cheers for being versatile and good at everything he does. Likely favorites: he's so good and creative with tools, there's no way he wouldn't want to use sex toys. I mean, he might end up making some himself, something that's tailored perfectly to your body which he so adores. If not that, fingering or rubbing/jacking you off. Just let him work his nimble fingers~
Hashirama. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens~ One little smile and he'll leave you smitten. Was that too corny? Well, sorry but... that's just the beginning of it! He has enough love to drown the world, and he's coming at you with everything in his heart. I can imagine him being affectionately playful and even a bit cringe when it comes to terms of endearment (although he wouldn't think of it as cringe, but there are only so many variations of "my lovely sweet honey bunny meow meow" you can reasonably handle). A romantic who likes to take his sweet time (when he has it, it's probably not that often) setting everything up and getting you in the mood and making sure everything is just how you like it. Not only that, but he's open-minded and would occasionally surprise you, ahem, inapprioriate use of the Mokuton-- wait, who said that? And yes, he's sweet and loving, but as you'd expect, the god of shinobi is kind of a lot to handle when it comes down to it. Stamina for days, by the way. Not an exaggeration; his body keeps recovering at rapid speeds. Have fun. I mean, he sure wants you to! Also, I wanna add that I considered putting him in Nurturing, but then I realized, since he's a hardcore gambler, he loves the emotional high of indulging in high-adrenaline recreational activities, which would hint at quite the sexual appetite. So, he's here instead. Likely favorites: being very close, bodies touching and intertwining like coiling roots. Speaking of, he can definitely employ his Mokuton for some light suspension play. It's going to be a very long night and it can certainly help you stop shivering like a leaf in the wind due to all of the stimulation he so lovingly indulges you in. Proud enjoyer of creampies followed by eating it out of you; he always politely cleans up after himself. 😊
--- ROMANTIC JEALOUS
Excessive emotionality: neurotic, jealous, competitive, desires to be the best partner that their lover ever had, very intense. Uses sex as a supplement to their idealized relationship, straightforwardly seek it out, and lashes out if they don't get it.
Obito. He might be a bit of a dork in other areas, but when it comes to social and emotional intelligence? Cunning. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, what to say, the sort of dynamic that you want to play out, and he'll act it out for you. If he loves you, he'll learn to enjoy whatever you enjoy. Extremely passionate, lively, fiery before, during, and after sex. Emotions and sex are inextricably linked to him. And yeah, this is where things might go south. He's suffocating and volatile. Much like his emotional state, his sexual appetite is like a black hole that no amount of love you give can fill. Sex is a placeholder for the validation that he's desperate for but can't accept. He will seek it out again, and again, and again, and if you reject him, he will feel the extreme of it, like it's proof that you hate him. Because to him, it will look like even his best is not good enough, and it's genuinely soul-crushing to feel like such an unwanted loser. He tries to regulate and affirm himself through acts of passion, but that's obviously extremely taxing on his lover, and an unhealthy view on sex. For what it's worth, really good at sex, but nothing else surrounding relationships. Babe has an emotionally crippling personality disorder 😍. Likely favorites: please tell him what his favorites should be, he wants to be good for you, please please 🥺. He can be your daddydom, your bad boy, your puppy, your worshipper, whatever you want! I guess, in a way, roleplay is his shtick. Well, there is one other thing he really likes, and it's a power imbalance fantasy where you're at his mercy so he can claim you and have you be his forever and ever and ever, with no chance of escape. He's not telling you that, though.
--- ROMANTIC INDULGENT
Treat sex as food, alcohol and drugs - something that they should indulge in to the max because life is short. And sex is fun, so why not? Big appetite and want to try as much as possible. Obvious massive commitment issues.
Jiraiya. Jiraiya is the Dionysian man archetype, so it was kind of a no-brainer to place him here. Let's take a look at his hedonistic streak: being extremely inclined towards sex and easily swayed by sexual advances, peeping on babes, basically wasting mula on prostitutes, generally not being the best at managing expenses, all while not shying away from indulging in other luxuries. But yeah, as far as the sex goes, gramps is still full of virility, heh. He's here to have fun and he'll make sure that he does, damn it!! And you will too, probably. I mean, hopefully. For what it's worth, he will try to attend to your needs, though admittedly his would take priority. That is, unless he feels like showing off how good of a lover he can be, he likes to boast sometimes. I don't think he's a heartthrob, but he does have a charm about him and is socially-inclined, so I imagine a lot of verbal communication alongside all the physicality. The latter of which, of course, would take precedence regardless. Just don't expect him to stick around. Though if he likes you the first time, he might come visit you again some time down the line. To reminisce, y'know, have a chat, a drink or two… you get it. Likely favorites: old man's a selfish lover, so think any position where he gets served, like getting a blowjob or getting to fuck you silly in some scandalous position of his choice (the spread eagle, let's fucking go). Show him all of you, baby, he wants to see and to squeeze. Mm, wanna add a third so he can watch? ;)
Hidan. (tw: dark) I know, I know. The insanity of putting Hidan and 'romantic' in the same sentence. I know that many of you are screaming that he should be in Adventurous. But it doesn't feel right; that's a low emotionality quadrant. Hidan is expressive, he's open, he's full of emotion. Not loving emotion, but emotion nonetheless. If he feels it, you will know it. He obviously has no issue having fun, I mean, fuck, what else is there in life for him? Unlike for others, for him there is 0 risk in basically anything, so he can do whatever he wants. Hidan? More like hedon. So yeah, he'll have sex with you if he finds you interesting, after which you'll never see him again. But there's this little ditty: sex is one of those things that escalates, like drugs. Things that excited you, the more you have them, the less exciting they become, and you want to seek out new experiences to get the same high of novelty. Hidan has lived a long life, and far from a chaste one, so he's already in a pretty decadent state. So, to elaborate on just what sort of sex we're talking here… yeah, let's not mince words, he's into some fucked up shit. Have you really had sex if you haven't flayed someone's skin? You know, even men can have more than one hole if you're not squeamish about cleaving some flesh. Yeah. Only consolation is that he'd want to be on the receiving end of most of it, and since you can't hurt him in a way that matters, it won't end in a tragedy. He wouldn't mind switching roles, but please remember that with you on the receiving end, the stakes are much higher... Likely favorites: before I start throwing around terms like snuff how about we talk about what he doesn't like? Sweet love-making under candlelight. Can't stand that shit, it just doesn't do anything for him. Are you here to waste his time or something? Make him gag, bruise, choke, bleed, cry, scream all for the best orgasm he's had in his life. Yeah baby, that's the good shit. No aftercare needed, he doesn't even know what that is.
ADVENTUROUS
While still sexual, they're more emotionally distant. Their drive for sex is mostly raw, physical, sensual, not so much romantically inclined. They see sex as a sport or a game, it's less about sharing love and more about showing off or just indulging in mindless, simple, fun physical pleasure.
Naruto. Heck yeah! He shoots, he scores! Big Naruto win, you said yes! He's got such a boyish view on sex, like if a guy has it then he's super cool. And he wants to be cool, obviously. He wouldn't shut up about it, actually. Before sex: 'Wow, really, you and me, we can?!', 'Huh?! Of course I wanna, believe it!', 'So when are we gonna? When when when, I'm so excited!!' During sex: 'Does this feel good? Or this? Or this? Or that?', 'What else can we do, I wanna do more!', 'Ok, ok, I'm gonna stay still… Umm nevermind, I can't just do nothing!' After sex: 'Woah, that was so awesome! Let's do that again!!', 'When can I see you again, we will meet again right? Right?' Listen, it's difficult to contain himself when his heart is pounding and his palms are sweaty and his entire body is vibrating with excitement, ok!! He can't help it! He totally wants to get into it, like as soon as possible, like right now! You said it and he took it to heart and now he's not gonna find peace until it happens. Very lively in bed, lots of turning and changing positions and yapping (non-stop yapping, the sound of his voice is the majority of the noise). Gets loud but totally unintentionally, it's not like he wants your neighbors to know, but they will. Likely favorites: any position where he gets to both do and be done, like sixty-nine. He likes to be busy, give him something to touch, lick or squeeze! But also do the same for him, 'cause it feels super good! It's never just about one position though, he likes to go through the motions. Moving a lot is important for his hyperactive mind, heh, the more engaging the better! And hey, when you have an enthusiastic partner, even missionary can be incredibly fun!
Suigetsu. First thing's first: sex is not that big of a deal. It really ain't that deep. Well, it can be deep but, like, literally deep. None of this waxing poetics shit, y'know? He's as lax about sex as anything else, go get some if you want it, don't if you don't. shrug But if you do, make sure you get your fill of fun, otherwise the entire thing is kind of bullshit, waste of time, cringe, etcetc, isn't it? I'm not sure if he's exactly the 'you only live once' type, there might be some hard limits simply because he finds some feitshes too ridonkulous, too disgusting or too weird to actually engage in, but for the most part, he's leaning somewhere towards that. If you've got an idea, he's all ears, just tell him. He doesn't wanna miss out on the possibility of it being fun. Hey, who knows, it might become a favorite. The least he can do if you're already in his bed is extend a bit of trust to you as far as taste goes. He's quite witty, but also pretty damn straightforward. Like there are no intellectual games or beating around the bush, no masterplan of seduction required. So yeah, he'll mess around, try some fun stuff (hey, he's got an adventurous spirit!), but also won't really get emotionally attached or touchy-feely about it. Fuck him and set him free, it's what he wants. Likely favorites: hickies hehe, those sharp teeth can be put to very good use and it would make him feel so fucking cool to have marked someone (yea feeling cool during sex is important, ok!). Also definitely something with water. I don't know what exactly; like maybe he'd 'accidentally' splash your shirt so it clings to your body and shows off your natural curves/frame and, oh noee, you'd have to take it off, shucks. Something playful and teasing like that, heh.
Deidara. Was by far the most difficult to write. I don't know, maybe he's more obvious to some of you, but I felt like he was fighting me on every sentence lmao. I'm sorry if I wrote him way off but he felt like a boss battle and I wrote him last. Okay, there is a very particular dynamic that will play out: either you annoy him or he annoys you. Deliberately. This is like the mildest form of the enemies to lovers trope. Like, let me kiss you, but only to get you to shut the fuck up 'cause you're so damn annoying. Let me fuck you but just 'cause I want to put you in your place. Just sets him on fire, that's the good stuff. Yes, disagree with him, bicker back and forth, it's like foreplay. It's up to you which role you want to play, bratty or reactionary, he'll take on the other one as ultimately the appeal is in the dynamic itself. It's a bit performative but hey, all art is, hm. He just wants to have fun, to be honest. C'mon, do something entertaining, prod him, give him something to react to, or you'll force his hand to do something outrageous. Literally his hand, lol. Oi! His face is up here. Those mouths aren't for sex, they're for art, hm! Yeah, well so what that it bit you? Can't handle a little bite? Smh. And here he thought that he was the freak, but look at you. Likely favorites: arguing, teasing and lite verbal aggression amp up the sexual tension so good, more of that! Would eventually succumb to the idea of using his hand-mouths for pleasuring you, because damn if he's anything but not curious. Pleasantly surprised when he finds out he likes it, honestly elevated when he notices you absolutely fucking love it.
Kisame. Sex? Oh yeah, okay, he could do it. Been a while. So busy that the possibility slipped his mind entirely, can you believe that? But you're right, it's good to have fun and relax from time to time. I don't think it's entirely fair of me to put him into a high libido category, he's on the lower end of it (closer to Dutiful than anyone else in this tier), but archetypically Dutiful doesn't really work for him because he has more of a spirit to him, a bit of a kick, hah. And I don't think sex is that serious of an obligation to him. Like, really, sex is the hill you choose to die on? He'd find it a bit silly. There's already enough shit to wade through in the world, the smartest thing you can do is make recreational activities like sex a reprieve, not another obstacle in life. So yeah, he won't make any commitment that he doesn't want, and probably prefer short-term relations anyway due to the sort of life he leads. Stress-free zone. Sex is just a temporary fun activity before he has to go out and deal with the weight of the world again. Feel free to suggest any bright ideas you might have (he'll politely decline if he's not into it, don't worry). Oh, you didn't know he has two? It's okay, he can use just one, although the way you're looking at him makes him think you're interested in the former option. Likely favorites: double-penetration is very much so implied, but if not that then the, uh, normal suck and fuck is fine, thanks. Most I can imagine is him getting a bit rough, like again this is for stress-relief and you're basically his stress-ball. Sure, he can go faster and harder, slap your ass or deepthroat you for 5 seconds. You'll be fine. And thanks for the fun night, whatever your name was.
--- ADVENTUROUS OBSESSIVE
Deviant type. They are sexual, but not in a hedonistic, indulgent way. It's more in a focused mental sense, such as having a very specific fetish that's so prominent in their psyche it starts to take up too much mental space and inclines them to act on it.
Kabuto. This was originally the 'pervert' tier, but I modified it a bit. I'm not saying that Kabuto is a pervert, but I am saying that he is kind of a ~freak~. He was actually quite difficult to place, but then I thought of sex as a way of getting to know yourself, what you like, what sets your heart on fire, and I think that's an element of it that would subconsciously draw him in. I say subconsciously because introspection isn't his forte (as we know lol), he didn't even know it was something he yearned for. And no, he wouldn't lay himself bare before you (metaphorically or otherwise) but sex would stir a very personal, intimate side of himself. I don't think he would understand that this is exactly what keeps him coming back though, he'd try rationalize it with biology. Unless, of course, we're talking about him after he's already gone through his personal Samsara (shoutout to Itachi), in which case he'd be more aware of his own desires and figure it out. Also, he's probably the most experimental character, he would want to try all sorts of stuff, and is very likely to use jutsu inappropriately. He could get off on just seeing the effects and your reactions to them. Beware, his curiosity extends far. Likely favorites: bet he'd like to wear gloves, bet he'd like to 'inspect' you like a doctor looking over his patient, bet he'd like to get so fucking condescending if you soil the gloves, bet he'd love it if you grabbed at his arms as he progressively got more and more intense, adding a sensitizing jutsu or an aphrodisiac into the mix. I dunno, I feel like he'd be very 'invasive', like he wants to prod your insides. Well, at least you'll find out what sounding is.
--- ADVENTUROUS DOMINEERING
Treats sex as conquest, control and a show of force. It's not so much that sex is fun or sex is sport, but sex is control. Very emotionally closed off, they're here to conquer and dominate other people, and sex is just one of many tools in the arsenal.
Kakuzu. Coldest sexual encounter you'll ever have. He's like the daddydom trope jacked up to 100; powerful, tall, dominant and rich. And handsome, depending on who you ask. I don't think he cares about sex enough to actively seek it out, but I also don't see him outright rejecting a good offer if it crops up. But it will be on his terms, for as long as he wants, and in the way that he wants. I mean, those threads in his body are thick enough to be put to use in more unconventional, creative ways than just for fighting. Do you think he doesn't know that? Yeah, he'd pick up real fast on why you approached him with the offer to begin with, you can't seduce him that easily (or perhaps at all). Now I'm thinking about what sort of monetary exchange there would be (because there would be a monetary exchange). Does he pay you or do you pay him? Well, I guess it depends on what you want from the encounter. If you came to him asking about his 'sexy tentacles' (he didn't appreciate you calling them that), the dick's not free. Pay up. If, however, you let him indulge in what he wants, he'd be willing to part with his coin for a good service. Likely favorites: brat taming, just something so satisfying about it. I would say dirty talk but it's more like verbal abuse in his case. Hey, a man has gotta have outlets. Also, he's up for bondage, and probably some S&M stuff if he's in the mood to really get into it. 'Safe word'? Pfft, he doesn't know what you're talking about; you're here until he gets enough of you.
Madara. Not dick and not pussy, he goes hard for power. There is nothing hotter than a show of dominance and proof of might. And there's an important distinction: it doesn't count asserting yourself over weaklings. No, he wants to take the most powerful person he can find and make them submit to him. His equal or his better that he can put on their knees. Ouch, such a ruthless elitist, give him the best or fuck off. I'm pretty sure that's why his opinion on women wasn't all that favorable, they're just inherently nerfed, there's no satisfaction in overpowering someone who's already lower on the totem pole. Though, you're welcome to try and prove him wrong. He means it — fight back, try to take control, he dares you. Immerse him in the physicality of the situation, attack him (and no, not with kisses), he wants the full sensual experience and the ego-boost of having subdued someone with fire and strength in their heart. And oh yeah, he loves getting physical, just make it worth his time. I think that would be the lens through which sex would begin to interest him. If he can't get that, then he'd rather focus on grander goals. Caveat: his stance is a bit different if we're talking about Madara pre-Izuna's death. He'd be more amenable, more emotionally inclined, and would be closer to an example of the healthy Adventurous type; viewing sex as a fun sport. Like, spar with him, wrestle on the floor, trust the process and his hands will find the right place to touch. I mean, he'd still be attracted to a similar dynamic, but it wouldn't be so uncompromising. Likely favorites: fuck-fighting. His hand pins yours down, your legs straddle his thigh, you raise it up so you can reach what's in-between with ease. The more movement, the better. Just don't get tardy, don't stare too much at his twitching cock or he'll get self-conscious and you'll ruin the tempo (about the same shyness as having someone watch him pee in canon lmao). Somewhat of a sadomasochist, but within reason: biting, scratching, taunting, generally only lite violence. And I swear everyone always ignores his obvious masochistic tendencies, he fucking loves feeling the impact of someone's mark on him, the issue is being powerful enough to be able to leave it.
DUTIFUL
Don't have a strong natural interest in sex. Within a relationship, they see sex as their obligation to their partner, but it's not a big priority to them. Usually tend to be intellectually inclined instead of sexual or emotional. Basically, many other things take precedence before sex even enters their peripheral.
Kakashi. Wooo, sex! ... Just kidding, it's not all that. Despite all the smut he reads on company time (based), he doesn't actually remember the last time he messed around with another person. More of a right hand connoisseur, if you will. Anyway, sex is rarely in his crosshairs. And no, it's not because he takes care of his desires with porn. I think it's pretty obvious that the porn is partly for pleasure, but mostly for escapism. Unfortunately, being a trauma dumpster comes with a lot of nasty side effects like anhedonia, and yeah, it's quite difficult to get into it when you're haunted by ghosts of the past. Look at him masking his emotional hurt with humor. :) Of course he can have sex, but I don't see him as a particularly engaging lover or at least for the sex to be rather infrequent. In fact, I think he'd rather avoid making commitments. *sigh* Why can't he just go see a prostitute? Oh, he can? Well… uh… 😳 ... Yeah. We know that he gets all flustered and blushy when confronted with sexual topics, like he's out of his field. Even at his best, he's more of the intellectual type than the physical or passionate type. So, while technically he can... will he? Hm. Nah, he'd rather go back to Icha Icha. Likely favorites: pseudo-sex. Mutual masturbation is nice and quick enuf. Voyeurism can be fun, of course with permission. It's basically like porn anyway. He'd rather not be acknowledged directly, though. Like, don't stare lovingly into his eyes, even the mask won't be able to hide his blush. The mask stays on, by the way. Non-negotiable.
Shikamaru. In his mind, sex is a very simple 1+1 equation. He gives you what you want, and you give him what he wants. Ez. Oh, remember: it'd be cool if you could 'look' good together. When you're out where other people can see you, be decent, okay? If you look like a good couple, people will view the both of you favorably. It's just easy good boy/girl points. As for what happens behind closed doors, whatever you want, honestly. Unless it requires him to do too much work, then he'd grumble about it. He'd still probably do it, let's not kid ourselves. I mean, he's probably scared of upsetting you, especially if you have a temperament (which he loves if you do, in fact please do, someone needs to melt his icy layer of indifference). Watch him enjoy it in the end, anyway. You're behind the wheel most of the time, just tell him what makes you happy, and he'll make sure the two of you have a mutually beneficial, functioning relationship. As far he's concerned, that's a reward on its own. Since he's the type to go with the path of least resistance, you can pave the way the river flows. If you don't like what you get, then you weren't honest with your desires from the get-go, babe. So yeah, either he adapts to you, or you have vanilla sex. He would take initiative and use that brilliant mind of his on some special occasions, though. If he doesn't give you the most satisfying orgasm on White Day every year, then you can call him out on failing spectacularly. Likely favorites: here's a good one: he lies on his back and you straddle him on top until he's hard enough to sit on. That way he doesn't have to do anything but still gets off. Absolute perfection.
Neji. His view on sex goes somewhere along these lines: sex is part of the contract and he wants to uphold his end of the bargain. Which also probably means no sex outside of an established monogamous relationship, but I'm not sure to which degree this extends. Would he still be fine with other sexual acts besides penetration casually? Maybe, but if you come at him with these requests, then he will assume you want to change your last name to Hyuga eventually. If you want him, then please be proper about it and discuss the implication of this union. Understand that you are courting someone from a prestigious family, so are you sure that this is a responsibility you want and can handle? As you can imagine, it's never just about passion. Anyway, once you get into bed with him, you'll find that he leans traditional and safe, basically the tried and true combo of foreplay + missionary. He is considerate of what you like and would try his best to please you, but I think he'd be a slightly frigid lover (in fact, I had him in Frigid category before realizing he's not to that extreme). Not willing to try crazy, interesting stuff, and not even that sexually-inclined. The most adventurous he's willing to get is using his Byakugan to detect your erogenous areas. Respect is a big deal to him, so there will always be an air of distance between you. Acts that could be interpreted as objectification are insulting to him. He is a bit cold, which he can't change, but if nothing else he can assure you that you'll never feel like an afterthought to him because he takes you very seriously. Likely favorites: body exploration, and lite body worship. If you're his lover, he considers you very dear to him, so it's natural to him to want to show appreciation. He would like everything that is pleasant, quiet, and gentle: kissing, licking, caressing, hugging, whispering. Also, white or pastel lacy undergarments. He has an eye for elegance and tasteful embellishments so it would really be a visual treat to him.
Tobirama. Mark sexual intercourse on the calendar. You will be having it on the 20th, if the Daimyo does not unexpectedly whip up more documents to sort out the budget, in which case the scheduled intercourse will be happening on the 22nd at the earliest. As your lover, it is his duty to cater to your needs and desires, and he will unbegrudgingly do so. He signed up for it, after all. However, also as your lover, he is compelled to tell you that his obligation to you cannot interfere with his duties to the village. He hopes that you understand the hierarchy of priorities he has set out and why it has to be this way. Oh yeah, this guy's icy cold. I do have a bit more to add, though. While yes, he's not particularly sexually-inclined, he can get quite freaky. I can't overlook the fact that he was basically conducting morally dubious experimentation. Like, as a hobby, really. The implication of which is this: there's a lot of curiosity in him that he could bring to bed. If you don't like it, he's fine with having a very vanilla experience, but if you're up for something more engaging… well, he's read that having an outlet like that can be healthy. Still, prepare for sex to be a rare occurence in general. Likely favorites: orgasm control. He will have you wait weeks for a good fuck, then when he's finally in your arms (or you're in his), he will hit you with 'mm, you can hold it longer, can't you?' as he edges you just enough to almost get you to the point of release before withdrawing his cool hand from your body and watching you twitch and pant. Come to think of it, kind of a sadist. Also, gets creative using the shadow clones. How would you like to be fucked by two of him? Three?
--- DUTIFUL FRIGID
The ice queens (kings in this case lol). They're just not that interested in sex or emotion. They don't even really care about sex as a form of duty, at most it's an annoying obligation. These characters are very intellectual, so they're quick to rationalize and become disgusted by sex. Require very specific contexts to naturally feel inclined to engage in sexual activity.
Sasori. Not only does he have a stand-offish, aloof personality, but he lacks tactile perception, so sex wouldn't be that much of a worthwhile experience for him. Of course, his sight, hearing and (possibly) smell are there, so there is a way for him to enjoy some parts of the act. He doesn't have much interest in it, though. If he did, he wouldn't have turned himself into a doll to begin with. Though, while I think his libido is very low, something is there. Beauty and sex are interlinked, and the former is at the forefront of his priorities, so I'm thinking there has to be a reason for it. If nothing else, he is not blind to sexual appeal. I'm not sure how he'd express it, or perhaps he wouldn't. I doubt he'd use his creations for that purpose, because works of art aren't sex toys. You shouldn't soil masterpieces with bodily fluids. Speaking of masterpieces, since his body, too, is a work of art, I think his sexuality would be autoerotic. He'd get off on himself being perceived as ethereal. He's wants to see and hear affirmations of his desirability, but to also be just out of reach for his lover, like a god with a devoted worshipper. 'You can look, but you can't touch' sort of thing. What matters is that even though he's the object of desire, he's still in control. Likely favorites: lite crossdressing and worship, except he's the only one being worshipped. And don't touch him. Love him with your eyes and words. He didn't dress up for you to tear everything off, art isn't enjoyed in fragmented pieces. Also, body jewelry. Enchanting, of course, like everything else about him. For how secretive he is, sexually he really just wants to be beautiful and admired.
--- DUTIFUL NEUROTIC
The uppermost part of the dutiful quadrant, bordering on nurturing (hyper-sensitive). They're sensitive to the power exchange during sex, more easily worried by stuff, so there's too much going on in their heads to be able to actually enjoy sex. They're held back by their own trepidations and reservations. Might view sex as something dirty or beneath them.
Sasuke. I'm so glad this tier is called Neurotic because if I had to pick one word to describe Sasuke (or almost any Uchiha, for that matter), it would be exactly that. Sex is not straightforward with people like this. There are 'obstacles' that need to be overcome. Firstly, sex requires a lot of trust, and Sasuke is not one to give it freely. He's so high up on self-preservation scale that you might as well be an enemy until proven otherwise. Call it paranoia, but from his point of view he's being sensible. Secondly, sex is an intimate experience and intimacy feels invasive to him. He doesn't want you to know what he feels because feelings are a liability. Not only that, but they're often fleeting. He's aware of more things than he lets on; you think he doesn't know that those girls swooning over him were just chasing a short-lived high? Yeah, he knows. You wanting to fuck him means nothing to him. He's not even flattered. More wary, if anything. Does he view sex as beneath him? In a superficial way, he might. It's easy for him to look down on others for succumbing to their desires and feelings when he's built a fort around his own heart and can pretend it doesn't pertain to him. But here's something he doesn't want to admit: behind that fort lies a tender heart, keen and longing. What I'm trying to say is that good sex would absolutely wreck him. Tears in his eyes and tension in his muscles, staring at you like he's not really all there. It's just insanely difficult to get there because of how many defenses he puts up. Good luck if you think it's worth it. Likely favorites: merging his soul with yours so that a part of you forever lives in the very essence of who he is as a person, reframing the way he views the world as your worldview bleeds into his and he can no longer tell who he was before you. Also, biting. It helps him relieve tension, feel his own sense of agency, and grounds him in reality.
NURTURING
Cares less about sex and more about the cuddling and smooching prior or post coitus. They see sex as a way of connecting with and providing for their lover. Doesn't emphasize the raw libidinal aspects of sex but more-so the relational, emotional aspects. Has paternalistic energy. Very loving, but not exciting.
Iruka. Papa Iruka's home. I feel like this tier was made specifically for him. Big heart, soft disposition. More than any other character, he doesn't 'fuck', he 'makes love'. And it's important the way you phrase it, because it reflects the mentality behind the act. For him, sex is a genuinely tender act, like a wordless love confession. There's nothing ambiguous about him, you will know he desires you if he puts in that extra care and attention into things involving you. Well, he does that for everyone, but there will be an extra layer of care just for you. You will also know because he'll get flustered upon you reciprocating. Yep, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and it will definitely show during sex when the emotions are especially heightened. The type of person that will make the most basic acts feel deeply profound due to how much sincerity and warmth they're seeped with. You will be seen, and heard, and held, and loved, and he won't allow it to be any other way. Sex is never just for sex's sake, it's also for the emotional bonding, and for him to show you that, yep, he really, really, really likes you and even more than that, wants you very, very, very happy. Wholesome-maxxing every single day. I'm just sitting here, trying to think of like half a flaw that he could have… umm, the worst is that the passion might turn a bit stale. A bit boring. It's easy to love what serves you and it's even easier to take it for granted, I mean people get bored of the same old. It's up to you to spice it up because that's not something on his mind. Likely favorites: something sweet and nice and intimate and validating. Little moments of you gazing at each other that linger for a few seconds as he gently strokes your cheek before a deep kiss. Pillow talk afterwards is the best thing ever. <3
Yamato. He's such a good mix of by-the-book and adaptive. I think he's one of the healthiest characters when it comes to sex, and it's a bit weird to say that because of how messed up his backstory is. He's quite emotionally attuned by nature (I say this because it meant a lot to him to have positive emotional feedback from his team, meaning it's a priority). Just because he wasn't allowed to develop the skills for it, doesn't mean his natural inclinations went away, just suppressed. But I think this inherent tenderness would blossom up during particularly intimate moments such as during sex. You can modify behaviors but you can't change the core of who you are, after all. It doesn't have to be sex for him to gradually soften up, either. In fact, sex probably doesn't even make it to his top 10. He's happy to ocassionally indulge in it, especially if his lover wants it, but he's equally happy with just hand-holding or smooching, or staring into the sunset together if you'd prefer. Probably not as awkward as some might want to headcanon, but even if he does something wrong (which he'll try very hard not to), he'll be quick to react and fix it. I can't imagine him as anything other than attentive and considerate, but also lowkey. Like: wait, did anyone even know that Yamato has a lover? Likely favorites: he's so happy with just default vanilla stuff, he really doesn't need or want anything extra. As far as he's concerned, it's already a big privilege to be in bed with you. He likes your smile and the glint in your eye that informs him you're enjoying him, that's the best gift you can give him.
Itachi. One word: understated. The way he goes about romance and sex is contained like a quiet little stream. You need to go out of your way to scoop its water up. And only when you get close enough do you realize how deep of a wellspring it is, enough to drown in. Are you getting tired of his metaphors? Don't expect him to drop the lyrical language, he will never be explicit in either meaning of the word. But please don't misunderstand him, he's not dubious. Unlike most other intellectual types, he's very emotionally attuned. Being particularly sensitive and intuitive, he always knows what your desire of the night is, sometimes even before you do. He'll pick up on the smallest detail, like a playful glint in your eye, and use it to adapt to exactly what you wish. If you're feeling mischievous, he will tease you, booping you on the tip of your nose before kissing it, then falling victim to your contagious laughter. If you're feeling down, he will have you leaning against his shoulder as he traces a little heart over your back — as a little nonverbal confirmation that whatever happens, you will always have his love and support. If you're feeling horny, he would, as he'd say, 'stir a fire in your heart with indulgent passion' or maybe 'have you quiver and swell under him'. One thing stays consistent though: his touch is always gentle. In general, he's the type of person to give everything and take nothing back. And that's where his underbelly might show: he doesn't do well with reciprocation. You will never love him the way he loves you simply because he doesn't allow himself to be loved to that extent. You'd think he wants it to be one-sided. Likely favorites: he's a service top through and through. Loves coaxing reactions from you, seeing your face coil in pleasure and relief. It feels so good to serve the person he loves. Gets mesmerized by your body's responses such as twitches, tension, shivers, or winces, and ends up staring intensely before getting a bit self-conscious and looking away with flushed cheeks. Strong preference for gentle and loving acts, so no, he will not degrade or hurt you, even if you really, really want him to.
--- NURTURING HYPER-SENSITIVE
Philophobic. Fears love. Or in this case, fears sex. Emotionally might be interested in (or curious about) it, but behaviorally leans towards asexuality. Not necessarily put off by it, but fearful of and uneasy with the intimacy that comes with it.
Gaara. To be honest, he's still learning what healthy platonic interactions with others are, so for him to indulge in something even more complex, that is romantic and sexual relationships, is a very big step. And he's not really sure if he's ready for it. The fear is two-fold: he fears being seen to that degree, in a way that he hasn't been seen before, but also fears his own ability to hurt or disappoint his lover. He first needs to grow more comfortable with the idea. Please wait, like a grain of sand waits in the desert for the sun to rise. Oh, was that a bad metaphor? Sorry, he isn't very good at this. He just wants you to know that his affection is real, and he's not rejecting you because he doesn't feel for you, but rather because he feels too much and doesn't know if it won't spill out of him in improper ways. He's blind to the fact that you might actually want it to spill out that way, that it's the point. Perhaps if you can get him out of his shield of sand and crumble the armor underneath, immerse him in your passions, he'd like to find out what real desire feels like. Despite the cold start, he'll eventually match your intensity, like in that metaphor: the sun will warm the sand come morning. But first you have to let him into your world, as that will become the ultimate standard that his own sexuality develops around. And I say develops because that was not something he ruminated much about before, this is really new and really nerve-wracking for him. Likely favorites: umm… is holding hands while sweetly looking into your eyes okay? 😊 … Could you please trace your finger across his back again? … Could you please take control again; he loves how your fingers wrap around him? … Is it okay if he kisses your hand afterwards? … O-oh, the color of his cheeks could rival his crimson hair? … Yes, he leans towards submission, at least at first. The way you touch him will be the way he touches you. It's not that he's delicate but he's quite sentimental, so please play nice.
--- NURTURING DELUSIONAL
They're emotionally deep and they want to dive deeply into the ideal of relationships. However, unlike core Nurturing, instead of wanting to care for their partner, they're more self-centered - they just want to realize a perfect fantasy brought to life. They use sexual relations as a way of indulging themselves into this fantasy, as a temporary escape from reality.
Nagato. He lives most of his life in his head. Not only is he the strongly introverted type, a deeply traumatized man, but he's also not very physically mobile. A prisoner of his own thoughts, basically. Sex, like many things, is delulu land to him. He has a particular vision in his head of how he'd want it to play out, but he knows that it's literally impossible in his current state. For one, in his fantasies, he's not essentially bedridden. Being met with the prospect but not being able to act on it would make him grow even colder and more jaded, so he just... avoids it. Not to get too esoteric (although he totally would), he probably just transmutes his sexual energy into other things. But yeah, I don't think he's asexual. He probably fantasizes about it, once a moon, but as an alternate universe sort of thing, like what could have been but will never happen. Would change the topic or get dismissive if asked about it (he really doesn't need reminders on just how much was taken from him). Likely favorites: something like soft mommydom/daddydom stuff. If he's opening his cold, guarded heart to you, then he's also opening the side of himself that desperately wants to feel nurtured and loved. He would be soft and adoring with his lover, but would need to have that reciprocated tenfold. If you're a woman, he especially likes the idea of breastplay, softly squeezing and sucking, kneading your skin like a kitty. Would love to have his head caressed, and be referred to with affectionate petnames.
ASEXUAL
Characters that aren't interested in having sex.
Orochimaru. Sex sounds rather inane. He understands reproductive sex, but doesn't really understand recreative sex. It all sounds like a terrible waste of time. Even if it is for reproduction, he isn't interested in symbolic immortality through offspring, he wants the real deal. Of course, he is aware of the evolutionary drive, perhaps even more than the average person, yet he's also keenly aware that he himself lacks it. Sex just doesn't provide the type of stimulation that he enjoys, it's not intellectual enough. It's either for a personal power-trip or for bonding, and he's not drawn to either of those things. Admittedly, gestation is interesting, but that's a consequence of the act, not the act itself. Perhaps an artificial life form could be created using a similar principle of mitosis. Dear, are you sure you came asking the right person about sex? It's not something he's ever been interested in. Just know this: he's going to have a laugh if you try to seduce him, genuinely. You've misread him in a very pathetic way, it's like you don't know your target at all. Such a callous approach. Oh, but don't take it personally. We all make mistakes, it's just that we also have to suffer their consequences. Mockery is far from the worst thing you can experience. Now, about that artificial life form…
Zetsu. More interesting than I thought. Going to explain in a roundabout way. Traditionally, there are two androgyne archetypes: sexual and neuter. Sexual androgynes are highly sexed, with pronounced, overt primary sexual characteristics, breasted and bepenised (think Satan in Devilman Crybaby). Neuter androgynes are phenomenologically neutral: unbreasted (male chest) and unbepenised, that is to say, nothing is overt, it's all flat. I think he's a perfect example of the latter. An essentially sexless entity. A 'divine' androgyne. It makes sense, Zetsus don't need sex, they don't reproduce in the conventional sense. And while Zetsus do possess intellectual curiosity, I don't think it extends to sexual curiosity, because they don't have the capacity for emotion and therefore don't have libido. But I also don't think it'd be awkward to interact with Zetsu about sex, because it's such a blank: no shame, no ridicule, no risk, nothing. Come to think of it, I bet Zetsu asked Obito a lot about puberty when he was going through his personal boyish hell in that cave. I can already imagine Madara probably pretending to be asleep so he doesn't accidentally become a father figure to Obito by giving him the boy talk lol. Hey, Zetsu would've listened attentively to learn more about this 'hooman' stuff. But yeah, it's a literal alien life form trying to figure out the reproductive behaviors of the human species.
i did my best to base this on their canon personalities, but everything is still filtered through me. i especially put in an effort to write in the character's 'voice', so for example more jokes on the light-hearted personalities and more clinical jargon on the coldly logical types. also don't take this as definitive, it's totally okay to interpret these characters in other ways.
this took way longer than i thought it would, wow. definitely a mental exercise. but it was a lot of fun trying to figure out what the boys might be into.
also, i only wrote for characters that i personally like or are part of the main cast, but it still turned out to be way more work than i bargained for hah 😖
Just for funsies. Kakashi's text might be a bit inclined to fem!reader, but other than that it's g!n | Deidara, Genma, Hidan, Ino, Iruka, Itachi, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kiba, Naruto, Orochimaru, Rock Lee, Sai, Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino & Tobirama
A/n: Today has been a rollercoaster. 2nd time trying to post this. I also got my first Obito request and have been contemplating what I'll eat up now to learn more about him and write it. I'm really excited! I added Genma (finally) in honor of @genmashiranuilover69
This one I dedicate to my queen, the legend, the myth, @arabella0001! 🩷
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hello! Can I request a reaction from muzan, kokushibo, douma, akaza, Gyutaro, chrollo, uvogin, feitan, illumi, pain, deidara, sasori, itachi, Carla and Shin Tsukunami. about how they would react if their loved one were kidnapped because of the "relationship" they have with these characters (the loved one is still not aware of the characters' feelings). In the kidnapping the beloved is subjected to a type of "interrogation" to obtain information and since she does not know anything she ends up being a little tortured.
My limit is 10 characters and you gave me 15. Now, I don't know if you intended for this to be split in 2 requests but since you didn't clarify anything I cut out 5 characters from here.
🌧️Pain at this stage is for you nothing more than a mystery. A shadow in the streets with his presence not detectable yet still omnious. In Amegakure he is hailed as the savior and the judge at the same time though no one can truly attest to whether he is true but only a myth created to scare the crowds. Indeed, you too don't know whether he is real or not. What you don't know is that whilst for you he may be nothing more than a fearful hush on the streets, for Pain you are very real. Don't you sometimes get the feeling that you are being watched even though no one is there? Don't you sometimes imagine a shadow behind you that vanishes the moment you turn around? You are being watched constantly as you have a strange grasp on Nagato's heart yet with his body barely holding together, he can only protect you through the bodies of Pain. All too familiar with the feeling of loss though, you are closely monitored at all times. Threats and minor inconveniences are taken care of with brutal efficiency as Nagato eliminates all before it could escalate into any danger for you. He has learned from the past that the world is cruel and unforgiving so mercy is a good not needed for his vision.
🌧️Yet despite close surveillance one day you simply vanish. He cannot detect you any longer in the rain. Pain is unable to find you. Konan fails to trace you with her paper jutsu. Panic fills Nagato's chest, a familiar tightening around the hole left behind by the loss of someone important. His breath that already fails him at times gets cut off and the moment Konan returns with a look of failure on her face he shortly loses grasp of his control. His quiet and hoarse voice starts talking too fast and too much for someone who rarely uses it anymore, resulting in a coughing fit where Konan has to walk over and calm him down. A few things are obvious immediately though. You could not have left on your own, meaning that another person must have been involved. Whoever it was must have known about him or otherwise they wouldn't have worked so efficiently to escape without leaving any trace behind. There was never any reason to believe you knew you were being watched but whoever took you knew. Nagato fears the worst. That you have been taken to serve as a leverage against him. His mind takes him back to that day where Konan was taken and Yahiko took his own life. Not again.
🌧️What follows after is a terrifying hunt. Nagato is no longer the boy from back then. Konan is no longer that girl she once was. The death of Yahiko and the years that followed have desensitised them. The vision they share have dulled their empathy and the deaths that have piled up for it serves a greater purpose. Nagato doesn't get the Akatsuki involved for this is a personal matter that he himself sees as his responsibility to solve. When Pain discovers the hideout you are kept in, there are no chances he allows for the culprits to plead. He murders all but one for he needs information to figure out how they knew and if there are others still involved and alive. The problem needs to be burned by its roots after all. All of that before he even finds you and sees the torture you were put through because they thought you had information you didn't possess. Pain doesn't show anything, it is Yahiko who panics when he sees what has been done to you. There is no comfort he can give you through Pain though. So you are only untied and lifted up, too weak and dehydrated to walk on your own. You don't know where you are being taken. You only hear Pain stating in an absolute voice that from now on you will be safe.
Sasori
🦂Emotions are nothing more than a liability in Sasori's eyes. Humanity is a flaw that he has believed to have rid himself off a long time ago. Yet then you have to appear before him like a curse of the very life he has rejected. Initially it is your beauty that stirs his interest. It is such a shame to think that you will wither away so soon. But maybe he can do something against that. In Sasori's eyes he is offering an act of mercy to you as he starts watching closely, memorises every inch of your body so he may replicate it truthfully. Yet as he starts practicing and eventually stands above the limp body of a puppet made to be your image, something is terribly off. It shouldn't be. Sasori only ever strikes for perfection yet what he has just made, even if it isn't the final work, is an insult to your beauty. All the meassurements and the colour of your skin, your hair and your eyes are flawless yet it is still lacking. Why is that? This already has Sasori spiraling quiety as he starts observing with a brooding intensity. The answer doesn't give him any closure. In fact it only undoes him more. The very beauty that has so utterly entranced him lies in you being alive and human. He cannot replicate that.
🦂With that you become his greatest obsession and torment. He wants that beauty but he will lose it if he transforms you into a puppet. Sasori doesn't tolerate failure, especially not now that he believes to be so close to perfection. Yet before he can make up his mind about what to do with you now, you are taken. And Sasori? He gets affected by the abduction. Not in the way a human would for he is no longer one. This? It is yet another failure for he was so focused on you that he did n ot pay attention to his surroundings and noticed that others had discovered just whom he had his eyes on. In his mind Sasori has already claimed you as his so now this is far more personal than it normally would be for someone laid hands on his masterpiece in the making. Perhaps the lack of feelings is what helps him for he is able to focus and scheme without ever panicking or his mind scattering. The goal is clear and Sasori knows just as much what he plans to do with those who dared to steal what belongs to him right from under his nose. His pride has been scratched and the very fact that someone dared to do this is only another insult for they believed they could get away with it. Such disrespect has to be punished.
🦂As it is a matter of pride and as Sasori doesn't need anyone else finding out about you, he does it all by himself. Mostly to teach the young ones what it means to dare to underestimate him. A small part though needs to prove something to himself too as the very fact that they even succeeded is something that should never have happened in the first place. Everything is claculated. The few seconds of fear that lingers before he poisons them to observe the fear and hear the pleas of mercy before they die with the deepest regret and fear that they ever dared to test him. He's indifferent to your obvious fear when you see him for the first time, or rather Hiruko. Yet he steps out of that puppet and walks over to where you are tied up, brown eyes taking in the damage they laid on you. That is no way to treat a beauty of his. There is maybe the briefest hint of his eyebrow twitching as a wooden hand cradles your cheek, his thumb brushing over a nasty cut on your lips. Whatever plans he had with you, now they need to be delayed. As long as you look like this, he cannot do anything with you. However, he will make sure that from now on no one gets the chance to steal you away from him again.
Deidara
💥Deidara is much more of a social creature than his brooding partner is. His obsession is very much like the explosions he calls his greatest art as well. It's loud and it has his heart shaking. He is almost immediately smitten with you and he is neither shy nor careful about it. In fact he approaches you almost immediately whenever the chance is there with an infatuated grin on his face. The only smart thing that he ends up doing is at the very least shedding his cloak when he approaches you to hide that he is a member of the Akatsuki for now. Then again, with the way he constantly blows things up he isn't doing an excellent job to hide the fact that he is a criminal with a love for bombs either. His passion is hardly hidden either though as he creates fireworks that spill your name in the sky so you are either incredibly dense and refuse to believe that he is serious or you fail to see the deeper obsession that goes off for you at any time of the day. The more you deny that though, the more extreme Deidara becomes in return to have you acknowledge his feelings for you. That entails even more firework and more explosions. He screams his devotion whilst you cover your ears.
💥With all that he is doing it is hardly a surprise that the wrong people take notice of his feelings that are truly everything but subtle. All that they have to do is wait for the perfect opportunity before you are taken away. Deidara stays in denial for quite a while about it. At first he believes you're just playing a prank on him but the more time passes, the more volatile he grows. Eventually he blows up your house and other homes soon follow as if he believes doing so will push you out of your hideout. Yet when there is no sign of you and he is left in the middle of the smoking remains of a village, he is finally forced to confront other explanations. As a man who operates on delusions he cancels out the possibility of you running away so the only possible conclusion he is left with is that someone must have taken you. And that is not funny. Really, not at all. There is no grand plan though. Not if you count blowing up everything in his surroundings is. Deidara just threatens people he comes across as he completely drops any subtle act he has hardly possessed in the first place. It'll all work out somehow in his mind. And surprisingly enough it really does.
💥You hear the screams and explosions, breathe in the scent of curling smoke and burned flesh before Deidara kicks open the door to the cell where you have been chained up and tortured. That optimistic grin he has on his face turns all wrong when he lays eyes on the way you have been treated into something much more angry and violent. Still, he is all sweet reassurances and kisses when he unties you and helps you outside the basement. Outside there is only carnage that awaits you. One of them is still somehow alive and tries to crawl away, wheezing through a bleeding face and punctured lungs. All Deidara does is laugh and unleash a clay spider on him that ends the job and leaves you feeling forever horrified and traumatised. Not that he notices. None of them ever deserved mercy in his eyes, especially by taking you away from him. Outside there is already a large clay bird waiting and he eagerly helps you on it, promising to give you a real show. High in the skies with the wind howling around he keeps that promise as he blows up the entire surroundings, erasing all traces of what happened down there with a bright grin and a sweet promise that now he will keep you properly protected.
Chrollo Lucilfer
📖Chrollo is the master of masks. The greatest pretender of them all as he can mold himself to fit in perfectly and fool everybody. There is no shame to be felt as you too fall initially for the act of this man. It is hard not to get pulled in as he is charismatic and knows exactly what he must say and do to swoon hearts when information is needed. Yet there is no mission around when the two of you meet and there is no need to get so close to you. Yet you remind him of gravity. Whenever you are around his heart and body seem to get pulled closer and instead of it disturbing him, it deeply fascinates him. This fascination is much more damnatory than anything else could ever be for you. Because the moment Chrollo notices something that intrigues him, he doesn't just observe it. He obsesses over it so that he may understand it and with no heist planned you are made the sole object of his intrigue. Around you he feels something he probably has never truly experienced before. It's a taste of something unique and precious that no gold or diamonds could ever replicate and so Chrollo makes the decision to keep you for himself. Around you he feels like he has a heart and one has to keep his heart close, right?
📖It is a grand feat to steal from a thief like him and the tiniest part of him acknowledges that when it turns out that you have been abducted right under his nose. That despite the Phantom Troupe keeping an eye out for him on you. Yet it changes little with the fate that will await those who dared to steal the heart beating outside his chest. Chrollo acts immediately but not irrationally. His spiders are all in and he knows that. Chrollo doesn't operate alone and that makes everything much more efficient and also much more terrifying. Shalnark manages to track you down and locate the place where you are kept in and Pakunoda manages to retrieve vital information from one of the culprits they capture before he is succumbed to a cruel death. Throughout it all Chrollo reminds terrifyingly calm and composed though. There is more at stake than there has ever been before and somewhere within his chest he even feels that but his emotions have never been the kind to burst out. He arrives with the grace of a king at the hideout before he turns to his spiders. His orders are clear. He wants the leader barely alive for more interrogation. But otherwise? No survivors.
📖The place becomes a blood opera in a matter of minutes. A symphony of screams and death fill the building all whilst Chrollo calmly walks over corpses and crawling bodies. It is only when he breaks into the cell where you are being kept that some emotion flickers on his face for a moment. He sees the blood on your body and the injuries inflicted by people who didn't know how to handle you with the care and worship you deserve and a look of ice appears in his eyes. But eventually he gentle kneels down and frees you, his hands all soothing touches and his voice all soft promises of protection and revenge before he carries you outside. You have heard it all whilst you were stuck within but now you actually see it and it terrifies you. Chrollo senses it and shifts you in his arms, murmuring for you to close your eyes. You do. Not only because you don't want to see but because he feels like the only reassurance you have right now even if you know that he is responsible for all of this. There is indeed only the leader left alive though not for too long if you had to guess. None of that will be something you will ever have to witness again though. That's what he promises. You believe him.
Feitan Portor
☠️Feitan is one brooding and quiet mess already. A sadist who only ever feels loyalty for the Phantom Troupe whilst other life is of no meaning for him unless he can torture them. For him to catch feelings, as twisted and messed up as they may be, is a catastrophe already in the waiting and just waiting for the final catalyst. From his side there is only festering resentment though. Those feelings? To him they are worms that have infiltrated his chest and no matter how hard he might yank, they only snake deeper into his heartflesh. There is this very dangerous period where Feitan gets close to murder you in cold and cruel blood more than once as those feelings destabilise him dangerously. He wants to lash out on specifically you but he is unable to do that. So instead he lashes out on other people, whether they are innocent or not. Still, he does not allow you a peaceful life after what you have done to him so he leaves threats written in blood behind or voice mails on your phone where you can only hear hoarse breathing from the other side of the line. He relishes in the fear and paranoia he inflicts on you as he views it as fair payback after what you have done to him.
☠️And just when he believed that you had been the most stupid person he had ever encountered, someone even more stupid just had to come along too. What competition is this supposed to be? Yes, Feitan despises you but that doesn't change that he has already established you someone only he is allowed to torment and torture. Yet someone believes that they can just grab you and threaten him? As he stares at the recordings of the security system Shalnark has kindly provided for him, he doesn't know what he should be more furious with. The fact that people now start to believe that he can be emotionally guilt-tripped like a fool or the fact that they feared him so little when pulling through with their abduction of you. That fury simmers for painful minutes inside of him as he watches the recording loop from start to end over and over again. Until it finally breaks out of him and leaves him cackling there in ways that would terrify others to their bones. Because it doesn't matter. He knows what to do. He will storm this place. He will murder all of them except maybe keeping the one alive who annoys him the most for some fun later. And you? Oh, he will chain you up in his basement instead.
☠️Feitan storms into that place like a fury incarnate. It's murder on sight. And every time his blade slices through flesh and muscles and every time he hears the pleas and screams of agony, he gets more and more entranced. He taunts. He laughs. One time he even grins which has those spotting it running before they too suffer the same fate as the other bodies laying in puddles of blood. It is the one who rushes to your cell and threatens to end you that Feitan immediately deems as the one he will keep alive for just a while longer. Their fingers are gone before they can even process it and the scream of horror they let out is silenced when Feitan grabs their head and slams it against the wall. And as he stares there in his black coat and with a bloodied blade in his hand, he can see how you start shaking in terror at the sight of him. That's good. Means he won't have to teach you all over again to fear him the most. His rasp voice mutters quiet curses as he frees you before he yanks you up by your hair, demanding you to walk as he drags the unconscious body with him. They barely tortured you in his books. Not like they'll ever do it again. No one besides him does anything to you. You're his.
Tsukinami Carla
🔮You are being considered as his potential wife who will eventually carry his heir and continue his bloodline. Not because you are strong or skilled. You are only human after all. By all accounts nothing more than food for someone like Carla. It is a different fact which has him even considering to take a mortal as his wife and it is one that isn't build on logic in the slightest. No, it is something so utterly ridiculous which has Shin cackling when he first figures it out. Carla feels something whenever he sees you. A dead heart that should belong to no one stirs within his chest whenever there is so much as a trace of your scent in the air. Golden eyes analyse and inspect every twitch of your fingers and the way your lips curl the moment you are within his vision and even in quiet moments you dare to infiltrate his mind. Carla never expected to ever fall for the same foolish disease that inflicts humans in their short lives. Shin probably cannot help himself but mock his older brother for falling in love only for Carla to silence him with one quiet warning. He cannot let go of you. That would require a selflessness he has never possessed and so Carla decides to make you his.
🔮Yet perhaps he simply considered for too long instead of succumbing to his instincts immediately. Because you are stolen just when he has made the decision to make you his wife. Oh, Shin is having the time of his life when he finds out. Carla on the other hand locks himself in his room. Not to grieve. That would be too human for him. No, to scheme. To strategise. To locate those who laid hands on what he has just decided will be his and to plan how to punish and murder all of them in ways they deserve. He doesn't want Shin's help nor does he really require it. Not with the power that he holds. Carla isn't even angered with you. As a human there is nothing you could have done but that only proves why you will need him and his protection the moment he has retrieved you. In fact he isn't even insulted that other forces now try to use his attachment to you as bait against him. He has accepted his feelings for you at this rate and harbors no resentment or anger. No, his wrath is solely directed at those who believe they can steal his spouse away from him and be foolish enough to believe to witness the next sunset. He will make all of them pay to leave a clear message to never touch you again.
🔮There is no commotion. There are no screams. There is no explosive and brute violence. That is beneath Carla. In a way that makes him much more terrifying though. The people who have captured don't even get a chance to run or beg before all of them are erased. There aren't even bodies left as Carla uses magic to not leave anything behind. By the end of it all it is as if none of them have ever existed. There is only one alive though Carla has made sure that he does not speak unless he is being asked. From him he retrieves all the information he needs before that person too vanishes into the nothingness they have always been. Only then does he retrieve you out of the cell you are being kept in. No blood on his hands or clothes. No bodies that could fuel your imagination. Instead he appears before you like an angel sent to rescue you and all of that is a calculated pat of Carla's plan as he takes you with him and nurses you back to health. Because in your eyes in that moment he is the hero who saved you from the savages and the quicker you start adoring him, the sooner he can claim the sole spot in your heart and mind and make you his utterly and completely.
Tsukinami Shin
🐺Shin is a dangerous man. He sees humans as beneath him. As little toys and snacks that he gets to abuse and use freely as he is something better than they could ever dream to be. So when you catch his interest you may as well start counting the last few days of your life that you will end up enjoying as soon enough your life will belong to him. And you better believe that he will have all the fun with it that he can squeeze out of you. You though? You won't have so much fun anymore. In Shin's eyes you become his favorite toy which he always prioritises but not with care and tenderness but sadism and cruelty. He may not immediately take you but he is already playing his twisted little games with you long before you know what he is. He sends his wolves chasing after you, he breaks into your home and even attacks those important to you to break you down and have you cry for him. It all serves as the sole purpose so you may keep him amused and entertained as he has zero remorse and probably laughs in the fact of your tears, demanding for more from you with a grin only a true psychopath could give you. Your entire life becomes hell.
🐺And yet someone snatches you out of his grasp, leaving him clutching empty air. Carla merely reminds him that this is his own fault for Shin has been far too careless with you yet the younger brother is for the first time not feeling quite as carefree and amused as he does mostly. Don't misunderstand. The grin is still on his face but it is twisted with mad fury and disbelief. Seriously? Someone thought they could just take his favorite human toy away from him? For what purposes exactly? You know what, it doesn't matter. Because now they have a problem and Shin will make them pay with blood and tears. There is little Carla can do to remind him that he should make a plan first before storming blindly away but he knows that his little brother wouldn't listen anyways so he just lets him do as he wants. This is Shin's mess to fix after all. Shin immediately lets his wolves track down your scent which they are very familiar with as they have hunted you down for fun multiple times before. Shin meanwhile twists a knife in his hand, mind already racing with all the ways he can and will make each person responsible suffer. He plans for no survivors. None of them are of any use to him.
🐺He announces his presence boldly and loudly and relishes in the mixed expressions of shock, panic and fear on all of their faces, your included, before he creates hell on earth. His wolves tear those they catch apart and purposefully kill the bodies slower to prolong the pain and suffering. Shin assaults them with his knife and stabs them over and over again without going for death blows. He sets some of them on fire and watches as they scream while they burn alive. He laughs and cackles in amusement as people cry and plead and beg yet he gives mercy to none. Some of them he might promise it only to ultimately send his wolves after them. He puts on a show especially because you are there and are forced to listen and watch it all. By the time no one is left there to survive he walks over and kneels in front of you, cutting you free. He comments how he doesn't like how others touched and harmed you because now you remember their pain instead of his. He might even lick a bloody cut or two and sigh in disappointment because you bleed so deliciously for someone who isn't him. He kicks a corpse on his way out and you swear you hear ribs crack as he does. He killed one hell to bring you back to his.
Kibutsuji Muzan
🩸Once upon a time a human himself, Muzan has long since shedded any attachment he has to the life of one. Perhaps he never had any to begin with. He certainly holds no regret over having lost his own so long ago as it finally freed him from the shallow and frail shell he was stuck in from the moment he was conceived. Humans are food and at the most potential foot soldiers when injected with his blood but never anything more. Your life on the other hand? It threatens him in such insignificant yet simultaneously significant ways that offend him even though he tells himself that it shouldn't. Throughout his entire life Muzan has never loved anyone. He has had wives and he has had people warming his bed but never before has anyone gotten as close as him forming something akin to attachment for the only person he truly cares about is he himself. Yet here you are, swimming within his mind and stealing his focus and attention away from the sole goal he has had for centuries now already. So many times already he has been close to odering his demons to kill you only to pause and hesitate. That hesitation is always enough to make him call it off.
🩸Up until now Muzan has been in denial. So when he finds out that you were taken by humans who know of the existence of demons and his existence and want to use you for information, he should let go. After all you don't know anything about him as you aren't even aware that has been watching. It is almost as if the universe tests him by giving him the chance to forget about you and move on as he has been the one blaming everyone and everything except his own heart. Yet what does Muzan do instead? He summons one of his Upper Moons and orders them to retrieve you and to kill everyone who has been involved in your abduction. He doesn't let go. Not at all. Instead he strives to get you back in his hold and is only after the Upper Moon has disappeared to track you down that he has the time to process that he could have just let you be but actively chose against it. He has no way out anymore. There is no denial left anymore yet still he doesn't take it gracefully. He decides to keep you as soon as you have been brought to him but he doesn't plan to be gentle. If you, a mere human, truly have this much of a hold on him then he has to rip the leash out of your hand have you subdue to him instead.
🩸Muzan doesn't get involved in freeing you himself. That much would be beneath him when he has so many paws who will do it for him with a simple command from him. Perhaps he believes it would be too much of a sign of vulnerability if he himself were to appear and free you. In his world it would stand for weakness and the chance of exploitation. But he waits. Every minute is a minute too long for him and when the Upper Moon eventually does bring you with them, they do not receive any praise from him. Instead they receive his anger because they took so long but he lashes out especially once he takes in the sight of your damaged and bloody body. It doesn't matter to him that this damage was inflicted to you before the Upper Moon arrived and that it wasn't their fault as the humans tortured you for information. All Muzan sees is that something belonging to him was damaged and he had no control over it which is in his mind reason enough to lash out in anger. He excuses the Upper Moon after they have regenerated before he finally turns his attention to you. Look at you. So weak. So frail. You should be on your knees and thank him for the fact that he extends his mercy to you by taking you as his pet.
Akaza
👊For Akaza you are a precious and beautiful flower that he has decided to guard so that nothing and no one can ever dare to rip you our and trample on you. He is the silent guardian that watches over you at night and keeps other demons who lurk too closely away from you. The secret admirer who leaves bouquets of flowers or gifts that he stole from others at your door or on your window. Even though he is a demon there is a certain reverence that Akaza exhibits when he thinks of you. He believes that you deserve to be treated with tenderness and care and those who do not treat you with that reverence he expects of them are either killed or scarred and frightened forever if they should be women. You don't know who he is but you are aware of his presence in your life even though he remains invisible to your eyes. Nevertheless, Akaza makes you feel protected and that knowledge alone is motivation enough for the Upper Moon to keep going. Sometimes when you're already asleep he dares to peek through your window and watch you sleep, always quietly swearing to never let anyone touch even a strand of hair on your head wrongly. Not as long as he exists.
👊But then one night he returns to find your house empty. Only the faintest traces of blood linger in the air and he immediately identifies that the scent belongs to you, accompanied by a human scent he does not recognise. Still, that is all that Akaza needs to pick up to piece the rest together himself. Someone took you whilst he wasn't there. He failed. It's anger together with grief and guilt that rapidly fill his veins and chest. He doesn't lash out within your house. It holds too many precious memories of the times he watched and stalked you. So instead Akaza breaks outside. Tree barks splinter and an entire section of a forest is obliterated in his rage and pain which he expresses through violence. Only after does he feel somewhat less angry. He is far from calm. Not with the knowledge that you have been taken away from him. But now he focuses fully on the hunt. Akaza will trace you across the entire continent if he has to do so and he certainly won't rest until he has saved you. Out of guilt for failing the oath to protect you though he starves himself on purpose, punishing himself until he has made up for his previous failure. He will enjoy the flesh of those who touched you wrongly.
👊When Akaza has finally located you after nights of endless searching, he can smell what they have done to you before he even sees it. The scent of illness and blood fills his nostrils and before he knows it, he starts attacking. The demon who normally enjoys battles so much doesn't laugh or smile once. He breaks bones and rips spines apart out of rage. The cowards dare to run away when they spot him with bloody hands but no one will escape him tonight. Not after what they have done to you. Once all signatures of life besides your own have died down Akaza rushes to your side. The guilt on his face is obvious the moment he finds you in the condition you have been left in all because they thought you could give information you did not have. He goes down on his knees, lays his head in your lap and whispers quiet apologies and guilty confessions of failure before he frees you and takes you far away from this place. That night serves forever as a reminder though that he has to become even stronger for you so that something like this can never happen to you again. At the same time on that night you are abducted by him so that he may protect you better from now on and hide you somewhere.
Gyutaro
🟢Gyutaro is a man who is deep down deeply insecure and spiteful all because he is all too aware that people have always despised and hated him for his ugly looks and will continue to do so. In return he has started loathing all of humanity so his feelings for you come as a shock to him and he doesn't know how to deal with them. But he doesn't dare to show his face in front of you because he is anticipating the same look of disgust and fear that he has received so often before in his life. Nowadays he relishes in it as he takes pleasure in the terror he inflicts but thinking seeing that look on your face? It terrifies Gyutaro more than he cares to admit and so he asks Daki to spend more time with you so that he by some extent can be close to you without showing his face or body. She objects obviously but eventually she just gives in after Gyutaro has promised to do something for her. She doesn't see what is so special about you but Gyutaro leans in entranced when you're close to her. He gets rid of anyone who looks at you in admiration and in his creepy desperation he breaks into your house to sniff your stuff and feel somewhat close to you. On somedays you find a weird scent clinging to your sheets.
🟢They don't know of Gyutaro. They are under the misconception that Daki is the one who is the Upper Moon and that she is the one who has such an interest in you when it is in reality Gyutaro who is telling her to do all of those things. Oh, humans really can always get so much more stupid. If they would have known that it is Gyutaro then maybe they would have never dared to even consider it to begin with. But that just means that he gets to kill and devour someone and relish in terror and fear. Daki openly tells him that she will not help him with this matter as this his problem. He is the one who is so creepily obsessed with you so you are his problem to take care of and not hers. Gyutaro decides to not argue with her and instead disappears to do exactly as she has told him to do. Whatever it is that is churning around within his stomach, he hates it though. It almost threatens to ruin his appetite but spite is ultimately always stronger. He knows that this will most likely be the night you will see his face and as much as that thought still frightens him, he decides that ultimately he won't care. After tonight you will be his whether you want to or not. Stockholm Syndrome is a thing, right?
🟢Initially they assume that he is another demon. Until they see his eyes. Gyutaro doesn't elaborate. He taunts them but he never gives them the full explanation. That makes the fear and agony so much more delicious after all as they die screaming their lungs out never finding out why he is here and not his sister. But Gyutaro takes his time. He lives for all they have to offer but he and they know that they won't be alive by the end of this night. He feeds from them whilst they're still conscious and alive, he snaps bones and be crushes throats until no one is left alive anymore. Only after does he make hia way to you. He hesitates briefly as something akin to fear of being seen and rejected creeps in before he enters. Obviously you flinch when you see him and part of him wants to snarl that with the way you currently look, you have no right to judge him for his own appearance. Yet the first question that leaves your lips instead is if they are gone. No comment about his appearance. Because Gyutaro may look like a monster and be one but he isn't the monster that did this to you. He's the one that saved you. And deep down suddenly Gyutaro is almost thankful that those humans treated you so cruelly.
A drinking night with shinobi weary after so many missions was most welcome. You were amused that Shizune had proposed you come in costume — a taboo Halloween celebration in Konoha was hardly the most fitting. Still, who would you hurt for a few shots of sake among loved ones? It merely entertained you to imagine Tsunade clad in a tight red leather outfit with horns atop her head, though most likely it was impossible. She had just told you, annoyed, that she would probably dress as a witch or something; the medical-jutsu potions would likely be reduced to various flavored shots.
As you changed, garbed like a delinquent — black stockings beneath a tight short red dress, strapped with leather bandages above the breasts and at the thighs, a fake pistol in hand and black high heels reaching past the knees.
You told Kakashi to wait a bit, and when you called him in while you were still arranging your sleeves, you only heard him when he was behind you, making you gasp.
“You’re under arrest, pretty lady. I suggest you cooperate.”
A smooth motion, a clasp, and your wrists were cuffed behind your back. Your eyes widened, looking over your shoulder at your lover. His eyes were half-closed, smiling beneath his mask.
“Kakashi.”
Kakashi chuckled at the shock on your face, knowing you had not expected him to actually comply and play along with your silly game.
Your heartbeat fluttered; his clothing was that of a policeman, yet elegant. A shirt with a necktie tucked into a black vest that hugged his muscular torso beneath a quilted, refined jacket. He even had gloves, and at his waist a pistol lay in a neat holster.
You stared at him, cheeks flushed.
“Well? Did I rise to the expectations?”
He remained amused. Until your words rendered the situation less innocent.
“Fuck, yes. You look so hot.”
His dark grey eyes glittered with wicked intent, matching yours. He leaned in, his face close to yours, whispering.
“Yes? Who would have guessed a delinquent would yield so easily.”
You chuckled, yet your veins pumped fiercely. He knew precisely what he was doing. He knew you. No use protesting, since he was as much a fiend as you were.
You whispered, teasing as you regarded him.
“And what will happen, Mr. Policeman? Will I be punished?”
His mouth twitched, making you gasp as he began caressing your arms, your waist until he pushed you over the desk, a surprised sound escaping your lips.
Kakashi’s laugh was dangerous, placing his hand over your cuffed wrist, while the others touched your body teasingly, massaging your ass just before a slap came as announced.
“Kakashi!”
“Mhm, I reconsidered and you deserve a graver punishment…according to the evidence.”
The evidence being your legs already parted, trembling while Kakashi could glimpse your red panties, a dampness already forming there.
Itachi Uchiha
“Is this necessary?”
Itachi couldn’t fathom the thrill behind the childish “celebration.” It was probably for children, especially to receive multiple dango while trying to frighten people though they were garden gnomes. Why would an adult do that merely for the sake of it?
You raised your arms, annoyed just like a child, yet Itachi found it endearing when you behaved so because he knew your vexation was not serious, especially when your voice was completely… ecstatic?
“Please, Itachi! It’s just a night that could be truly enjoyable.” He doubted it. “Also, I don’t think you want to lose, right?” Itachi tilted an eyebrow at your grin. “I would win regardless, but if you dress up good enough, maybe you have a chance to scare me.”
His eyes shimmered at your challenge, not that he believed your words. You would never manage to frighten him and take him by surprise. He huffed, closing his eyes and inclining his head slightly toward the floor.
“Alright, [Name].” You squinted; your eyes really looked like a child who had eaten too many sweets. He asked you, curious, unfamiliar with the rules, not knowing if any existed. “How should I dress?”
Your eyes were wicked, teasing.
“Surprise me.”
But Itachi did not know how; rummaging through shops to find such a thing seemed sufficient only once, noticing the childish garments—utterly unserious. Sighing, he hung his coat on the rack, until he paused. In the upper left, arranged probably by you, lay his former ANBU mask. He raised an eyebrow before deciding to pick it up.
You had just returned from shopping, carrying the bags in to set them down before closing the door, the lights inside extinguished, only the streetlight outside limning the living room.
As you turned to lock the door, you froze.
A worn white mask, mottled with reddish stains that extended down the neck of the man before you, where his body was not visible—only a fitted uniform beneath a black cloak cinched at the waist. Leaning against the door, he toyed with a red ring on his ring finger. You stepped back when you perceived the sword at his back, only the hilt protruding. His face was shadowed by the moon.
“H-hello?”
Your hands twitched, alertness suffusing your frame as you considered whether to reach for your kunai at your thigh where it was secured or to flee. When the tomoe circled his pupil, now aflame, you felt your breath halt, not yet realizing whose eyes they were, since you had not seen them in so long. Especially when they were fixed upon you.
Itachi waited for you to discern it, though when he sensed your chakra irregularity he withdrew his Sharingan. When his hand went slowly to lift the mask, you had the impulse to reach for your kunai.
“Don’t move!”
Your panicked expression shifted to confusion as you heard a chuckle. A familiar chuckle. Then, slowly, realization dawned.
Your lover stood in his old ANBU attire, the painted mask included.
“Itachi?! What the—You scared me.”
He left his mask on the table before turning back to you. A faint smile lingered on his lips as he shook his head.
“So I suppose I’ve won? Already?”
You pouted, pushing his chest playfully, though annoyed. You leaned against the outer arm of the couch, your breath still uneven.
“That doesn’t count!”
He caressed your cheek with his gloved hand, smiling at your perturbed expression. A small, darker part of him appreciated seeing your face startled by his presence for a second—more as teasing, given he knew you were easily intimidated in the beginning.
“Why wouldn’t it count, my love? Are you upset that I frightened you?”
He bent to kiss your cheek gently, the gesture flushing your skin. You avoided his gaze, tilting your face upward coyly.
“Yes.”
He cupped your cheek, tilting your head back toward him.
“Hm. And how might I make amends?”
You melted beneath his touch.
He could feel it, and yet he could also see in your eyes that a mischievous notion had flared in your mind again. His gaze dropped slightly, looking down at you while your inviting lips were parted, warm air escaping, your body positioned so that your legs were slightly parted, your hands braced behind you as Itachi had innocently found himself between your thighs earlier.
He anticipated your next words.
“Put the mask on.”
Sasuke Uchiha
Sasuke was very reluctant to participate in such rituals, which were very much contradictory with his style. Yet, when you opened the door and step in his room with a brush and watercolors in hand, Sasuke was a man undone. That’s how it appeared externally, but internally, his heart was hammering.
You were dressed in a form-fitting black dress, encircled with delicate wire. Your black tights were equally provocative, just above your knees. Around your neck coiled a black small serpent reminiscent of his snake, Aoda. Your face was painted a dark green, evocative of scales. One artificial eye gleamed metallically, contrasting starkly with the innocence of your natural eye.
He lingered at the edge of the bed, hands instinctively reaching for your form, grasping your waist as he lifted his gaze to your evil smile.
“Well? Can I?”
He could only speak it in a hesitant, disapproving tone, weak with restraint.
“[Name]...”
“That’s closer to a ‘yes’!”
He exhaled, too hypnotized to say anything more as you start your little project. A long time interval passed in this position, one hand sweeping hair from his face, the other drawing a lot of black flames across half his face, extending to his shoulders and slightly onto his chest.
Controlling his breath was torture while his blood boil from your proximity. It felt pathetic that even a trace of vulnerability lingered upon his lips, bothered since he saw you.
“Do you intend to wear that tonight?”
You fixed him with a piercing gaze, straightening your form between his legs as you lowered your face nearer to his.
“Hmm? Why do you mean? You don’t like it?”
He nearly choked, his cheek flushing a tender, compromised red.
“That’s not it…”
Your own cheeks mirrored his, your body start warming, expecially lower. Although you needed to focus on his makeup mask, the tension made you breathless now.
He immediately put his hands to support your body as you settled upon his lap. Gently placing the watercolors and brush beside you, still indifferent to soiling the sheets.
“Then?”
He swallowed, spowly shifting his gaze from your lips to your eyes.
“You are captivating. Maybe… too much.”
Your lips twitched as his grasp tightened when you detected a subtle jealousy. Leaning close to his ear, Sasuke twitched under you.
“Then it’s good I have you, Sasuke. Only you may enjoy this.”
Fuck it.
He give up all the restraint, discarding the shame accumulating within him as you grind a little—intentional or not. Sasuke’s hand met the nape of your neck, drawing you into a hungry kiss. The innocence is gone.
“W-wait, the makeup—”
Barely parting your lips from his, Sasuke spoke against them with an urgency that left your body pliant in his hands.
“Fuck the makeup.”
Madara Uchiha
“Where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere tonight. Tch, as I expected.”
You tossed your phone onto the bed after sending the message, breathing heavily after tonight’s escapade. You pulled the curtains from the window so your room would be lit by the full moon, its glow reflecting only against the half-open door.
You kept thinking about how Madara hadn’t answered all night. That asshole.
And yet, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were being watched throughout the night. You didn’t notice how Madara, from the far corner of the room, had been watching you the entire time.
Nor did you notice that someone was watching you even now, only hearing the faint creak of the door when it finally swung open.
“Who are you?”
Your eyes widened, your body moving too slowly, though still alert to the figure leaning against the doorframe, hands clasped at his chest.
Your gaze traveled slowly down his body, your heartbeat scattering your breath. When it reached the masked face, the ghost-like expression made your skin prickle.
“Madara?”
Only then did he move, his steps deliberate, as if analyzing the first prey of the night. Your body froze, muscles tense as your back pressed into the headboard, legs slightly parted. Only when he leaned over you did Madara’s deep voice rumble.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
You gulped. Even though your stare was defiant, you couldn’t stop your body from reacting more shamefully than normal—something about him hidden behind that mask made your thighs clench.
He lowered over you, his large, firm hands sliding down your trembling legs, humming.
“Do you know how hard it was not to catch you back there?” His gaze dropped toward your parted legs, smirking behind the mask at the sight of the wetness staining your panties. “But I decided to play your little game.”
You didn’t regret anything that night, unable to tear your eyes from him even though you couldn’t see him, while his mean, rough thrusts pounded into your swollen pussy, lifting your legs over his shoulders as you clawed at his back, begging for the soreness tomorrow not to be too unbearable.
Obito Uchiha
“I have a scenario in mind!”
You turned your head toward your lover, looking at him with a spark of excitement clearly visible in your eyes, like a child looking at a shelf full of candy.
Obito laughed softly, pulling your body closer into his arms. You both hugged each other in bed. "Oh, no...”
You sighed, playfully punching him in the chest. Obito pressed his fingers between your furrowed eyebrows, waiting to hear your probably silly idea.
"What do you mean by that?"
He caressed your cheek, making your lower lip disappear as he kissed your temple.
"Nothing, baby. You know I'll do anything you tell me to."
The mischievous look you gave him surprised Obito, perhaps even making him regret his words a little.
"Really? Anything? Then..." You cupped his cheek, leaning closer to whisper as if it were the biggest secret in the world. "Let me tell you what I want for the Halloween party."
The Halloween party?
Obito couldn’t deny he was affected by your idea, to conceal himself and become unrecognizable in the shadows of the place, disappearing among the chatter of the people. To watch you. To follow you everywhere you went, yet every time you turned around, he was invisible.
The thrill that you didn’t know who was around you, the uncertainty sending a shiver down your spine. So, a little surprise could make things even more exciting.
Dressed intentionally in a not-so-innocent outfit. Short enough to make it difficult to bend without your panties being seen, mismatched stockings—some with lace, others with black stripes, and a few above the knees. Black boots with a bit of a heel, a choker around your neck with a heart in the center. Your hair tied into two ponytails, with two wavy lines drawn from the corners of your mouth down under your eyes and over your eyebrows, a spot of fake blood beneath your lips—perfect for a little interpretation of a teasing clown.
You didn’t know exactly who it was when you touched the masked policeman’s shoulder, but you realized too late that it was Kakashi.
“Oh, Kakashi?”
Kakashi blinked, surprised that you had come to him, smiling kindly.
“Ah, hello, [Name]. Nice to see you here.”You smiled back, yet the disappointment on your face was clear, though he couldn’t quite decipher it. “Everything okay? Where’s Obito? I haven’t seen him all night.”
You decided to play along, the conversation remaining as platonic as ever. After all, he was Obito’s childhood friend. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to pull Kakashi into this game too. You leaned in, your hand covering your mouth, and Kakashi lowered himself so you could whisper in his ear.
“We decided to play a game. He’s watching me even though I don’t know where he is. So, I wanted to win a little faster.”
Kakashi’s expression widened in realization, now understanding why you had come to him and why you seemed disappointed earlier. He smiled, turning his head so he could whisper back close to your lips, in a way that could look suggestive to onlookers.
“I see. Well, I hope I helped you win.”
Letting him linger in his thoughts, you started walking toward the bathroom, goosebumps rising on your skin from the sudden drop in temperature caused by the lack of people. Still, that wasn’t the only reason. He was here.
Before closing the door, you tilted your head slightly, your lips twitching.
Meanwhile, Obito was so enraged he could barely breathe under his mask. It was unbearable not to touch you all night, especially since you were punishing him indirectly with the way you dressed. And that stunt you pulled with his friend? Unforgivable. He needed to remind you what you meant to him. That you were his. Only his.
Your breath caught, while his came out ragged, as though time itself had frozen. It took you a full minute to turn toward him completely, deliberately slow.
His hand gripped the top edge of the door, a weapon held behind his back, his fingers tightening as if to maintain control.
He wore a tight suit covering his whole body up to his neck; his pectorals sharply accentuated, dangerously visible. The yellow mask with a single visible eye—now crimson—made your breath hitch again, leaving you aware only of the warmth between your thighs and the buzzing in your ears.
His voice was deeper, making your thighs press together lightly.
“Did you have fun, baby?”
You swallowed when he started stepping toward you, not before placing the weapon above the handle, blocking the bathroom door.
“Very much.”
His smile was wicked beneath the mask—fortunately, you couldn’t see it. Yet his eye alone sent a threatening signal of obsession.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
You backed away until you reached the sink, your hands gripping its edge. You looked up at him, hypnotized by the black tomoe swirling in the red of his eye. You gasped when his hand came up, cupping your cheek. His thumb pressed against your lips, parting them slightly.
“Did you enjoy being followed that much? Knowing I could catch you anytime I wanted, without you expecting it?”
“Y-yes.”
Fuck, you were so aroused. And Obito could see it—the way your thighs pressed for relief, how your chest rose and fell rapidly, his gaze lingering with hunger.
“And this is how you repay me? I thought I was enough for you.”
Your eyes widened at his serious tone, ready to defend your innocence.
“Obito, I was just playing with you. You know you’re the only one for me—”
You gasped as his other hand lifted you until your ass met the cold surface beside the sink, his muscles contracting as he used only one arm, the other still holding your face.
“I don’t know what to say, love. Maybe you need a reminder.”
His finger slipped into your mouth, and you swirled your tongue around it in response, looking up at him with innocent eyes, pleading your case. You loved seeing this side of him once in a while.
“So do I, baby. I’ve been a bad, bad girlfriend.”
His dick twitched at the sight of you as you began to suck his finger, letting out a groan. His grip on your thigh was firm, leaving a mark of his lovely touch.
You clamped your legs around him, pulling him closer, and he immobilized you, cupping both your cheeks. He leaned into your ear, whispering.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard that the only man's name you'll ever know will be mine."
Naruto
Naruto didn’t have a care in the world, seemingly amused as he was telling Shikamaru how much Sakura tormented Sasuke to come, both of them laughing knowing that most likely Sasuke gave in to her whims and was going to be her doll for the night. He didn’t even notice how his lover stopped in place, ears pricking.
Naruto had decided to play it safe, as a vampire. He made his whiskers more accentuated, with red and black as if wounded, droplets of blood dripping down his neck. From beneath his full lips as well, artificial fangs showing when he laughed or smiled like he usually did anyway.
When he reached you, he nodded at Shikamaru taking the other direction, his eyes shamelessly traveling over your body before he grinned, turning to the side to show you the cape he wore, an elegant black one fit for a count, with a black open shirt that revealed his chest.
“Eh? Isn’t this the best costume you’ve ever seen?” He laughed, adding full of himself. “The scariest shinobi that could be found tonight. Boo-ho!”
You laughed softly, yet your flushed cheeks at seeing Naruto so fucking… sexy. Not that you weren’t usually very attracted to him, but now? Your sinful thoughts didn’t even allow you to throw a teasing remark, like you usually did.
Naruto wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“What do we have here? It smells delicious! I just found my prey for tonight… and the last one.”
Your hand immediately went to Naruto’s head when he kissed softly and then bit way too faintly for you to gasp like that.
He raised his head curiously, looking at your face.
“[Name]? Did I make you mad or something?”
Naruto searched all over your face, cautiously, for any sign of an answer. His eyes widened when he saw the neediness in yours.
“Fuck, baby. Are you turned on?”
He knew you two were in public and for hell he didn’t want someone to see you like that. He grabbed your hand, walking faster through the multiple people that gave you curious glances as you forced a smile. Naruto took you somewhere hidden, in the restaurant’s storage room. Luckily, he knew the owner of Ichiraku Ramen.
He lifted you with his big arms right onto the first box he saw, kissing you immediately. His mouth was urgent from the start, already leaking in his pants as your reaction completely took him aback, his tongue slipping hungrily and swirling around yours.
You moaned when his fingers lifted your skirt, pressing on your wet pussy through your panties. He groaned into your mouth at the feeling, before panting with a cracked voice in your ear.
“Damn, [Name]. Your pretty pussy is so wet.” He lowered his face until his mouth found your neck while his fingers started circling your clit, pushing your panties aside. He bit into your neck, completing your fantasy as you drowned in his touch.
“Naruto! Please—finger me, baby.”
His dick ached at that, wanting to break free and fuck you so hard against those boxes that you wouldn’t even be able to speak. But he adored making you feel good, his fingers sliding into you one by one, from slow to crying in pleasure from his rough pumping until he had to put his hand over your mouth.
He looked into your lustful, lovely eyes as you screamed into his palm. He licked his dry lips, feeling a need he couldn’t control. “Can I taste her, baby? My sweet pussy?”
You shook your head in approval, feeling your pussy clench at his words. He dropped to his knees in an instant, parting your legs as he carefully positioned you so you wouldn’t fall. Your cheeks crimson red as he looked so feral, appreciating the view.
His finger touched between your folds, to the clit and below until he teased your hole too.
“Missed her so fucking much.” Your hips buckled, feeling yourself leaking more wetness. “Mhm. I think she missed me too. Don’t you think, baby?”
“Yes, fuck yes! Please baby, eat me. Eat my pussy!”
He hushed you as your pleading voice invaded his ears like a lullaby, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. His tongue flickered around your clit until he began sucking it like he was making out, devouring you completely.
You leaned your head back, unable to even look at Naruto while he stared at you. Only at his fingers in your needy hole and his desperate tongue.
Surely, Naruto wouldn’t stop until you were completely satisfied. Or until his hunger was sated.
Shikamaru
Shikamaru scratched the back of his head, tension evident as he looked ar the two suits you had meticulously put on the hanger.
A mad scientist—or perhaps a doctor, blood spattered across over a white coat, the bothersome mask adding insult to injury—or a pirate costume, tattered and frayed, with a missing eye and, undoubtedly, a wound you would sketch onto his cheek.
“Do I really have to—”
You flung the outfits onto the bed, already irritated by the minimal effort required for a single evening. One fucking evening, goddammit!
“[Name]—“
He hadn’t even finished his words before you left, vanishing from sight. He followed you later to Ino’s house, knowing full well you would be dress hp with her. Choji lounged in a chair, listening as Ino explained the evening’s plan. Shikamaru open the door and he was just as you had anticipated, undressed and with a cigarette between his lips.
“Hey, read the room, Shikamaru! Put that out! I can’t stand the smell!”
Ino waved her hand impatiently, her annoyance visible.
Shikamaru raised his hands, extinguishing the cigarette in an almost-empty paper cup.
“Okay, okay. Jeez.”
Only then did he had the courage to meet your gaze, though you looked at him from the start. You averted your eyes with disinterest, yet internally, frustration simmered at his undressed state. You leaned against Ino’s makeup table, teasing the tip of the lollipop with your tongue.
“So, where was…”
So, what were you saying? Shikamaru couldn’t decipher a word; he was fully captivated by the languid, purposeful or not movements of your tongue across the candy, and the occasional soft suck make it worse. The sight of you, so beautiful and effortlessly hot, left him speechless. Please, don’t go out like that.
Only when you began to bristle with irritation—pressure building between your thighs—did you finally speak.
“What’s your problem?”
Ah, he was staring too much. He start speaking while looking only ar you.
“Can you leave us alone in this room for at least ten minutes?”
Ino spun on him, immediately objecting—after all, it was her room—but Shikamaru elbowed Choji sharply in the stomach, prompting him to cough up the chip in his mouth.
The unspoken signal made Choji help him.
“Ino, let’s let them alone. Maybe opening the windows will cool the room down from the nicotine.
Ino rolled her eyes but was not naive; she knew you are mad at her friend.
“Fine.” She pointed a finger at him before slamming the door shut. “Only ten minutes, asshole!”
Shikamaru waved dismissively, then bis hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned against the chair back, eyes fixed on you.
“What do you want?”
He approached cautiously, embarrassment flickering across his features. Still, even someone so logical could have his judgment clouded by you.
“I’m sorry.”
“No shit, you always are.” You rolled your eyes, averting your gaze while noticing how he watched your subtle movements with the lollipop. You smirked, though anger lingered. “Ah, you’re turned on so now, suddenly, you’re sorry?”
Shikamaru’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded. When you tried to push him away, he grasped your hands, grounding you in reality.
“Yes… no. I mean, I was sorry before, baby. That’s why I came here. And yes… you are beautiful.”
You ignored the compliment, though your pulse quickened.
“Undressed. You came undressed.”
He leaned close to your ear, your eyes widening at his bold, uncharacteristically demeanor.
“Don’t you prefer naked?”
“Shikamaru, what—”
You gasped as his fingers brushed the bar of your lollipop, tugging it gently from your mouth, eyes tracing your lips and face. Rarely did he act so impulsively, unguarded by embarrassment or logic. He returned the lollipop to his mouth, sucking thoughtfully while gazing at you.
Now you understood why he behaved like this. Your pussy throbbed at the sight.
Shikamaru captured your lips the moment you pulled at his shirt, kissing with such hunger that you contemplated asking Ino to add more minutes. But, you remained serious; mere compliments and kisses could not stop you.
A string of saliva connected your lips, both of you breathing heavily, his dazed eyes locked on yours.
“Get dressed, or I swear I’ll ban you from touching me all night.”
He nodded, completely entranced.
“You can bet on it. I will.”
Gaara
Gaara shifted his vampiric fang, scrutinizing his reflection in the mirror, a flush of embarrassment coloring his features.
“[Name], are you certain it isn’t foolish to dress this way as a Kazekage?”
You approached him, touching his waist and resting your head upon his shoulder.
“On the contrary. Especially since you accept my suggestion and chose to host a new celebration in the village! It will draw attention and foster closer bonds among the people. Especially when guided by a strong leader who knows both how to command and how to inspire joy in the hearts of others. Especially children.”
Gaara exhaled, a weight lifting from him at your few reassuring words. He froze when your lips grazed his earlobe, your warm breath sending a shiver down his spine. “Especially mine.”
“Y-yes?”
He inclined his head toward you, and you could not suppress the tender warmth elicited by his cute demeanor.
“Yes, my love. Even more, you look very attractive.”
He swallowed, turning his body towards you and placing his hands upon your waist.
“You are beautiful as well, my love.”
You smiled, making him to mirror your expression as he rested his temple against yours, then pressing a gentle kiss.
“Should we arrive at the celebration alittle bit late, hm?”
“What do you have in mind?”
You tugged him by the ribbon at his back, guiding him until you lowered yourself onto the bed, with him following on top of you.
“I can think of several possibilities…”
Gaara was a man of discipline, punctual, who had spent years mastering control over his instincts. Yet… you were the sole person who allowed him to relinquish that restraint, feeling an intimate sense of solace in the trust you bestowed upon him.
Special guest: Deidara
With your legs elegantly crossed and one hand resting on your knee, you steal Deidara’s nail polish, painting your nails black. A final touch
“Deidara! Thirty minutes!”
From the other room, only a casual “Hmm?” reached you before he appeared, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. You exhaled, bracing yourself for the inevitable chaos.
Deidara sat cross-legged on the floor, a carved pumpkin resting before him—the same one he had been laboring over since you began preparing for the Akatsuki gathering that evening. A modest little party, nothing extraordinary. You were already irritated at the hours wasted while he didn’t dress.
“Wait, wait! This will be my ultimate masterpiece of the year. Halloween edition!”
You could not hide your annoyance; it was written all across your face. Yet, ever supportive, you regarded his pumpkin, intrigued by something inside that wasn’t quite seen.
“What’s inside?”
Deidara’s grin widened, mischievous.
“That, babe, is the perfect detail that make my art the best.”
You barely had time to be confused before Deidara’s hands shot through the air.
“Katsu!”
Shards of pumpkin erupted in a chaotic culinary explosion. Juice and strands of seeds splattered across your carefully applied makeup, your dress,a modest one bought from the surrounding villages with the few coins you had saved over the months.
Your anger was entirely justified. No, at this moment, you wanted to kill him.
Though Deidara was usually self-absorbed, he realized he fuck up. Yet he was too enraptured by his art to avoid the disaster. The realization struck him immediately.
When your eyes darkened, mirroring your smeared makeup, Deidara’s own widened in fear. He jumped atop you, pinning you firmly to the floor.
“Shh, no, no! I’m sorry! I swear! I’ll do anything you want, fuck—“
“Get off me, Deidara!”
He restrained your wrists to prevent any jutsu, his voice carried a passive aggressive edge.
“Baaby, I said sorry! I swear I’ll dress you in anything you want! I’ll be ready in a flash! You won’t even have time to blink!”
“What about my fucking dress, Deidara?”
He bit his lip, eyes roaming over your form. Though your face radiated anger, your body betrayed a very different response—an annoying one. Yet the transition from aroused to angry happened again in the blink of an eye, prompted by his words.
“Should I buy you another? Nah… I don’t have enough money. But wasn’t it magnificent art? You have to admit it.”
Ignoring your outraged expression, he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you like a fragile doll.
“Hm, I know! I’ll clean you up in the bathroom.”
“What the fuck are you—“
He draped you over his shoulder, your face pressed down while your legs rested across his chest, secured by his hand. Deidara kissed your waist, striding toward the bathroom with deliberate, confident steps.
“Shh… I’ll make you look even more beautiful, baby. My perfect work of art.”
a/n: This is my personal take on the characters. If it's not your vibe, that's cool, no need to hate. XOXO
Itachi: MIRROR SEX
Itachi would love making you watch what he does to you. First time, you would be so shy.
He talked into your ear, undressing you, slow and deliberate, until you remained stark naked, while he was still dressed. Then started stroking your clit leisurely, until you shook uncontrollably.
He bent you over, hands on the glass, as he unbuttoned his pants, sliding in unhurried but deep. His eyes never left yours in the reflection. Dark. Hungry. Completely in control.
“You feel so good, my love. Look at that face. You like it, don’t you, baby? Yes, you do.”
Yahiko/Tendo Pain: FACE FUCKING
Oh, this guy loves eating pussy, and when I say this, I mean it.
He loves his face drenched in you, your hips moving in circles while he switches between his nose and tongue to flick your bud, the cold metal of his piercings dragging against you each time. He even gets hysterical, heart pounding and all, if you squirt on his face. He loves being suffocated by your pussy. He doesn't care if he can't breathe. He doesn't want to
“Yes baby. That’s it. Fuck, don’t you dare stoppping. Let go for me.”
Nagato: BODY WORSHIP
He loves you. Your personality, your smile, your eyes, your cute face, and your body. That’s why he would take his time every time - kissing every inch of you, complimenting even your scars and marks. He sees them as unique parts of you.
“You are so beautiful baby. Look at this tummy. These hips. You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Sasori: Somnophilia
He's the type to wake in the middle of the night and crave that sweet pussy. Once you agree to it, he's the happiest man alive, starting by planning it in silence. He doesn't rush. He never rushes.
That night, you feel his tongue first. Slow. Flat. Dragging through your folds like he has all night. "Tastes so fucking good, princess."
His voice is low, rough, barely a whisper. "C'mon. Wake up."
You stir. His mouth doesn't stop. "That's it. Good girl, baby."
Deidara: MUTUAL MASTURBATION
He would definitely get off just by watching you, sitting on a futon across from the bed.
You, toying your clit with three fingers, whispering his name all the while, he, stroking his length, in the same rhythm you do, the tongue in his palm following the thick veins that scream with want.
Your breaths syncing. Your moans echoing each other.
“Spread your legs wide. Yeah, exactly like that. Fuck, you’re soaked princess. All that for me, hm?”
Hidan: EDGING
Hidan is completely merciless, liking to be in control of your body. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how tears stream down your cheeks, drenching your desperate face.
No. He would play with you as much as he wants, giving you hope, feeling the orgasm near and nearer, and then he would stop, slapping your cunt slightly. And he’d laugh, that unhinged, gleeful laugh.
He would do this until he thinks that you deserve to cum, but it would be worth all the desperation in the end.
“What was that? You can't wait anymore? Ohhh, but you can. Yes, you can. Say it. 'Yes, I can.' Louder. 'YES, I CAN.' There's my good little girl.”
Suigetsu: ROLEPLAYING
I feel like Suigetsu would be the type of submissive catboy boyfriend, but he wouldn't hesitate to take the lead if you wanted him to. He does pretty much whatever you want.
Ears on. Tail on. Whining when you tug his leash. He'll hate how much he likes it.
And when he is in charge? He's not mean. He's earnest. "Tell me if it's too much. Wait — was that hot? Did that sound hot? I'm trying."
He'll be anyone. Anything. Just tell him the script.
Madara: BREATH PLAYING
The moment you agree to his request, because you are down bad for this too, it wouldn’t be a time when this won’t happen.
Fucking you into the mattress, Madara would switch from cutting the air from your lungs, or letting you exhale small amounts of it, a crude smile on his face. His palm pressed flat against your throat. Thumb and fingers curled around the sides. Not squeezing yet, just resting there. A promise.
“Breathe for me. That's it. Now hold it. Good girl.”
The same goes while you ride him, or as you take it from behind.
The reaction of your body would make your pussy squeeze him so hard, that he would not be able to thrust all the way inside you. Your nails would dig into his shoulders. Your mouth would fall open, searching for air that isn't there. And he'd watch, hungry, drinking in every desperate sound.
