#akatsuki oneshot

[13as07]

Object #3

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to mick347]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,558

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no explanation, better luck next time. This is horrible, my apologies

Characters include: Hidan, Kisame, Itachi

Sadism (Hair pulling, death threat, biting, choking)

Nicknames/Name Calling: Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Guppy, Kitten/Kitty, Object, Sweet Girl

Knife/Blood Play (sacrificial use of blood, cut marks, blood used as lube, licking)

Creampie

Domination (different levels)

Praising

Oral/Fingering

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Improper use of the sharingan (not like that, dirty minds)

Breeding Kink

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     "My little Angel!" Hidan's voice calls out, clawing me back out of my lazy sleepy state. One of these days I'll get to have a peaceful nap. Not today though.

     "Just ignore him," Deidara whispers into my skin, tightening his hold around me as he attempts to bury his head further into my neck.

     "Angel!" Hidan calls again, slamming the bedroom door open. "There you are my angel from Jashin," he coos, making quick work towards the bed.

     "Go away," Deidara bitches, tugging me closer as if that'll stop Hidan.

     It doesn't. Hidan's hands wrap around my arms, tugging me from Deidara's hold. "It's time to pray, Angel. We don't want to upset Jashin."

     "Wait your turn, Jashin dick rider," Deidara continues, trying to grab me back from the older member.

     "You've had her long enough," Hidan starts, placing me on his torso. "Besides, we pray to Jashin every day at six. It's almost six, it's time to pray." The younger member cuts his losses, blowing me a kiss and waving before he slumps back over in bed.

     "My pretty Angel," Hidan continues to praise, hands wondering my body as he carries me down the hallway. "Our God would have been angry if you slept through prayer time."

     "Your god," I correct, resting my head on his shoulder to enjoy the last few moments of peace I have.

     "Our God," Hidan barks, yanking my head up by my hair. His tongue clicks a few times, fingers still stiff as they cling to the roots of my hair. "We'll have to ask for your forgiveness. I don't want Jashin taking you back. If he must then it shall be, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't tempt him too."

     Hidan is the only member I think is truly insane. Everyone else is somewhat sane, but from the constant Jashin talk and the weird rituals I'm stuck doing for this 'God', I'm pretty sure Hidan just doesn't have any marbles left. If he had any, to begin with.

     "Alright, Angel," he hums out, releasing my hair to the door to his bedroom. Since the psycho is as close to immortal as possible, Hidan doesn't need to sleep, which leaves his room as a huge shrine to this Jashin entity. "You sit, and pray, and look pretty," he orders, placing me on the ground.

     A triangle trapped in a circle has been drawn out in black paint along the ground, with me slap-dab in the middle, like usual. At each point of the triangle is a bowl, one with dirt, one with water, and one that has a stick of incense burning in it.

     Candles line the circle, candles that Hidan is slowly collecting. My eyes trail after him, watching as he makes his way back to me. "Hello my little sacrifice," he coos, settling the candles down.

     Once they're lined up, Jashin symbol up, Hidan grabs my arms, pulling me towards him. He tugs a knife from his pocket, littering kisses over my wrists as he traces the symbols in the candle, deepening them and removing the wax that seeped into them yesterday.

     "Sit still, Angel," he orders, using his robe to wipe the wax off the knife. Hidan's eyes are dark as he grabs for my arms again, the tip of his knife gently dipping into my skin. Blood trickles out when my skin gives in, only making the psycho’s eyes darker.

     "That hurts," I hiss, trying to tug my arm back.

     "The pain will be minuscule compared to the blessings Jashin will offer you," Hidan answers, his focus on filling the candle carvings with the blood leaking from me. "All he asks for is your loyalty."

     I bite my tongue, keeping the disagreements stuck in my throat. "See? Minuscule," he mutters, setting down the last coated candle. Hidan's tongue slides out, crawling over my wrists, licking up the unneeded blood. His usual olive skin starts to shift, coating him in a dark black with his usual decorative white lines. "My pretty, perfect sacrifice."

     Once the praise is out, I'm left alone in the middle of the ritual circle. The dark room is filled with the soft flames of the candles, Hidan lighting them as he lays them back out. The dark reds of the room are brightened from the new light, but still barely counteract all the black of the space.

     Hands wrap around me from behind, tugging at my shirt. "Hidan," I whisper, squirming in his hold.

"Sit still," he huffs, his hold tightening as he shimmies my shirt off. "Well that’s disgusting," he grumbles, fingertips digging into the still sore wounds caused by Deidara. "That will not do," Hidan continues to grumble to himself. "Jashin will not be pleased."

My skin burns from the constant pressure to the cut marks, and back arches to try and escape the pain. "Please stop touching them," I whimper, tears already prickling my eyes.

"Jashin will not be happy," he repeats, shoving me forward so I fall on all fours. "We got to get rid of that... horrendous attempt at ownership. Jashin owns us, not that dumbass." As the word 'dumbass' spills out, Hidan traces Deidara's careful carving of his name. "We will fix it, stay put."

Hidan disappears, leaving me to ache from the leftover effect of his curious fingertips. Nagato was right, I need a break from the needy and rough Akatsuki members.

"I'm back." The short sentence is followed by my back erupting in pain again. Hidan chips away at Deidara's carvings, making new waves of pain slide out alongside new rivers of my blood.

"Please stop," I whimper, my arms already threatening to give out from the pain blooming down them. My blood coats down my sides, pooling under me. The life liquid is warm but sticky as it coats me.

"If you weren't disrespecting Jashin I wouldn't have to do this. But no, you're an object of service to the Akatsuki instead." Hidan's knife has dropped down to the bird cut into my back, the blade rough like the words of his hateful lecture. He chips at it as well, destroying the artwork left from my time with Deidara.

"See? That's so much better," Hidan says, kisses and his tongue sliding over the open gushing wounds. "Now let us pray." Clothing shifts behind me, his dick pressed to my thigh before my skirt is flipped up. "You need to ask for forgiveness," he adds, fingers dipping into my wounds again, scooping up some of the blood.

I let out a hiss from the pain, my mind scrambling to find a not sarcastic plea for forgiveness. "Jashin," I mutter, my breath heavy as Hidan's blood-coated fingers dip into me. "Please forgive me."

"That is a lousy prayer of forgiveness. Jashin should kill you for that mockery," Hidan grumbles, his fingers pumping slowly. "Maybe I should kill you for him."

"Please don't," I whimper, heart beating and pussy clenching from the mix of the threat and the stretching of my pussy.

"Why shouldn't I? You're mocking our God. Not to mention how much of a whore you've been today. Your cunt is all stretched out and used. You're not an object of choice for sacrificing. Jashin would be disappointed."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, mind going foggy from blood loss and lust. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. Please. Jashin, please?" The name slips out solely on accident, my thoughts getting difficult to keep straight.

Despite it being an accident, Hidan doesn't seem to notice. Quite the opposite. Kisses litter my back again, hands hooked around my hips, shoving me down. My arms and chest clash to the ground, ass still in the air as he shifts around. "Maybe I am wrong," he mutters, sinking his dick into me. "Maybe Jashin sent my Angel to me so I could show you his greatness."

Highly unlikely, but I don't have the strength nor the mental stability at the moment to fight him on it. "Keep praying, Angel. Let Jashin know what you wish for in return for your loyalty."

"A faster pace would be nice," I mutter, managing to piss off Hidan again.

His hand shoots forward, gripping my hair and snapping me upright. "You my dear Angel," he husks out, giving in to my request. "You are going to suffer at Jashin's hands if you keep acting up."

My spine tingles as my blood trickles down my back, shifting from the previous trails down my sides. "I'm sorry. That... that wasn't... please forgive me, Jashin." The words come out sluggish, my mind growing foggier by the second.

Hidan hums in approval, his teeth digging into my shoulder. He rips at the skin, tearing it with his mouth and making more wounds and fresh blood coat my body. "Hidan? Please? I can't," I whisper, my sight starting to go spotty with dark marks.

"You're fine," he mumbles, tilting my head in the other direction before he continues tearing at my shoulders. "Just be silent. Be a pretty sight for Jashin as I pray."

I do as I'm told, falling silent and enjoying Hidan's thrusts. They're sloppy with no rhythm as he prays. Mumbles for prosperity, wealth, and continual immortality spill from him as he uses me.

By the time he's done praying, I can barely keep my eyes open. "Don't go dying on me, Angel," he grumbles, releasing his grip on my hair. I fall forward, face buried into the ground again. Hiden doesn't seem to care though. His hands cling to my back, and dig into my wounds, forcing my blood to spill out faster.

"Thank Jashin." I try to do as I'm told, slurred unfinished words coming out instead. "Maybe I should sacrifice you. Leave you here to bleed to death when I'm done with you. At least then you'd be of some use to our God."

"Tha... thank... you... Jashin," I mutter, letting my eyelids win our battle. I can feel Hidan's smile as he licks the blood off my back, his tongue squirming against my skin as he continues thrusting into me.

I'm slowly shifted forward with each thrust, my pussy tingling in mellowed pain compared to the constant attack on my spine. If I wasn't so fuzzy-minded, I know my insides would be screaming from the lack of preparation and constant rough pumps into me.

Hidan's thrusts fall back to a patternless pace, his dick twitching in me as he starts another prayer. "Thank you, Jashin," he husks, stalling in me. He cums in me, his semen leaking out and mixing with my spilled blood on the ground. "Thank you. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you Jashin," Hidan mutters on repeat, his head resting between my shoulders as his hands continue to dig into my wounds.

The feeling of his weight pressing into me and his hot breath coating my skin only makes it harder not to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I'm about to give in, Hidan jerks me backward, shaking me out of it. "Let's patch you up, Angel. I can't have Jashin's favorite sacrifice dying quite yet."

"Ya... okay," I mutter, leaning back and resting against his chest. As my eyes sink shut again, the soft shifting of black soaking off of Hidan is the last thing I see.

"You'll be okay, Angel. Jashin will take care of you," he whispers into my ear, my limbs feeling light as my body is lifted.

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"It's okay, you're okay," Pain says, the words coming out harsh from his inability to be gentle. "You're fine." It sounds pissy like Nagato is over my whines, but from his carefully placed hands and the way they cling to me, I know he's attempting to be gentle. "The water will help."

I know he's right, I know the water will help with the inflammation of my back, but the pond is so cold that it almost hurts more. Whines and whimpers of pain spill from me as Nagato slowly lowers me into the pond. The water coats me, stinging for a minute or two before I adjust and the pain starts to numb.

"See? You're fine," he mutters, settling on the bank as close to me as he can. His eyes trailing my muscles as they relax in the water, face as stone and unemotional as ever. "Stop being so whiney."

"You're one to talk," I mutter, settling my eyes closed.

"Don't do that," he hisses, leaning forward to grip the chain still hanging around my neck. "Look at me." I do as I'm told, eyes fluttering open to look at the attention-starved man. Pain's face scrunches up, hand drops his hold on me. "Don't... don't do that," he repeats, tone softer this time.

"Pain?" A voice calls out, tugging Nagato's sight away from me. I keep my sights set on him, knowing I'm not able to take the fit he'll throw if I piss him off again. "Konan was asking for you," Kisame continues, the shark-themed man falling into view as he approaches the pond.

"What does she want?" Pain asks, eyes fluttering back to me. The purple swirls of them seem tenser than usual as if I'll disappear if he blinks too slowly.

"I don't know," Kisame grumbles, his eyes flickering between me and the scenery. "Something about Hidan complaining about chains or something."

Nagato exhales through his nose, eyes repeatedly blinking as he looks at me. I have no clue what happened after prayer time with Hidan, but from the lack of the masochist, and me waking up in the med-bay, I assumed Pain wasn't too happy with Hidan. Or that Hidan would still be alive if he was mortal.

"Watch her while I'm away," Pain orders, eyes scanning over me.

"Yes, Sir," the shark man continues to grumble, eyes flickering over me again.

Pain reaches forward, his hand hovering for a second before he pats my head. "Relax. Behave." I nod yes, staring back at him. "I will be back."

"Okay." Pain walks away, continually looking over his shoulder at me.

     "You're bleeding," Kisame mutters, his eyes scanning the water once Nagato is inside the house.

     The watered-down red color of my blood coats a bit of the pond surface, a lot less than before but still present. "Ya, I know. Diedara and Hidan were... a little too much today," I mutter, sinking lower into the water so it settles above my shoulders. "Hence the ice bath."

     Kisame grumbles at my answer, his attention shifting away from me. I paddle around the pond, watching as he shifts out of his mission gear. "What are you doing?" I ask, working my way back to the edge of the water.

     "I'm going to get in with you. You haven't been of use to 'e yet today," he answers, tugging his shirt off.

My eyes jump over his green-tinted skin, taking in the way his muscles are stretched over the stone of his frame. Kisame is a big man, easily towering over almost everyone in the Akatsuki. My sights jump down, continuing to watch him strip. His penis matches the rest of his body, big, long, and a lot to take.

     Once he's nude, I back up so the shark man can slip into the water. He makes it wave as he sinks in. "Come here, Guppy," he husks out, hands wrapping around my arms, and tugging me forward.

     I'm settled against his chest before Kisame sinks, settling on one of the submerged rocks. "You weren't kidding," he says, fingers gentle as they skirt over my back. One of his hands jumps up, tilting my head so he can look at my bruised cheek better. "Is that from Hidan too?"

     "No, that's from Kakuzu," I murmur, shifting on Kisame's lap.

     His head dips down, pressing kisses into my neck, littering the gained bite marks and hickies with softness. "Stop squirming, Guppy," Kisame's calm voice says, the hand not running across my back shooting up to cling to my throat.

     "Sorry," I murmur, letting my eyes flutter shut. I soak in the gentleness of the giant under me, enjoying the way his lips coo and calm my wounds.

     "Sit up," he mutters, using his hold on my neck to lift me off his lap. Kisame shifts us around, settling me on the rock as he squirms out from under me. Kisses continue down my front, littering my breasts as his hands toy with my thighs. Fingers crawl up my legs chased by teeth sinking into my boob. Kisame's sharp teeth quickly make their way through me, coating me with the familiar stickiness of blood.

     "Kisame," I hiss, my hands shooting forward to grip his hair. "That hurts."

     "I know, Guppy. You're doing so well," he praises, his voice husky as his fingertips dip into my pussy. "You'll survive," he hums out, head tilting the other direction. Teeth sink into my other boob, new blood trickling out and being chased by Kisame's tongue.

     He continues kneading my titties with his teeth as his fingers pump in and out of me. Aches erupts from my chest as pleasure erupts from my cunt, the familiar mix of the two filling my body.

     Kisame tugs himself from my boobs, tearing more skin as he lifts his head. His teeth are coated in the red of my blood, the liquid slowly dribbling down his chin as it escapes his mouth. "Sit still and be good," he mutters, covering my face with blood-tinted kisses.

     Once the praise is out, Kisame sinks under the water, his fingers clumsy leaving me before being replaced by his tongue. My knees jerk, clasping around his head. His head tips back out of the water a bit, warning eyes shooting the order at me again before he dips back between my legs.

Kisame's tongue flicks at my clit a few times before sliding down to penetrate me. My hands tighten on his hair, knotting the dark locks around my fingers. My focus is split between not moving and the pleasure tingling in my pussy.

The poking and prodding doesn't last long though. When he's satisfied with my prep, I'm scooped back up and switched back to his lap. I'm settled on his tip, the head of his dick toying my hole as Kisame sits back down. "Are you going to be good at take all of me?"

No. I know I can't. His dick is massive, just like the rest of him. "Yes, Kisame."

He smiles at my answer, pointy teeth beaming as he looks down at me. "That's a good Guppy. Be a pretty object for me to use."

The praises are followed by me slowly lowering on Kisame's dick, the head bullying its way through me. I'm stretched, muscles strained the further I sink onto him. By the time I've settled on his lap again, my breaths come out as hisses.

"Easy Guppy," Kisame coos, a finger falling to rub circles on my clit. His hands keep pace with each other, the circles on my clit matching the pace he forces my hip into.

Kisame's thrusts almost hurt as I'm dropped back down his length, the head of his dick still bullying my pussy into compliance to take him. His head falls back to my boobs, teeth sinking in to tear more skin, and his tongue sliding over the new bite marks to lick up the spilled blood.

My hips ache and my chest is more torn than intact skin by the time Kisame stills in me. "Look at that, Guppy," he coos, hand sliding up to cling to my throat again. "I can see myself," he teases, forcing me to look down as his free hand presses against my stomach

He's right. The faint outline of Kisame's dick is present on my lower stomach. The imprint twitches as he cums deep in me. The mix of his warmth and the evident proof of him in me makes me clench around him, only encouraging Kisame's semen to spill out. "What a good, Guppy," he coos again, littering my face in more blood-tinted kisses.

     "Princess?" Pain's voice echoes from the porch, making Kisame pale.

     "Well, I'm a goner," he mutters, quickly yanking me off of him.

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I can feel eyes on me, the heat path of them jumping around my bare back. "You look terrible, Kitten," comes Itachi's soft noise, his equally soft paces filling the med-bay.

"I know," I whisper, the words getting jumbled up by the pillow my face is buried into.

After being torn from the pond, Pain settled me in the medical room again. Half-assed promises to be back soon and for a soothing night spilling from him as he rushed to go 'ran an errand' with Konan. In his rush, Nagato didn't give me any pain meds and I'd rather deal with the aches than another safety lecture from him if I chose to find medicine myself.

"Poor Kitty," Itachi coos, fingertips gentle as he runs them over my bandages. "Are you alright?"

"No."

My answer is followed by pale arms wrapping around me, gently shifting me so I'm sitting up. He slips onto the bed behind me, hooking my legs over his as I face away from him. "We can fix that, Kitten," Itachi murmurs, hands sliding under my bandages to pull them off.

"Your fingers hurt," I whine, back arching away from his touches.

"I know, I know, it's okay, Kitty," he continues to coo, a hand jumping up to tilt my head backward. The red of his sharingans snags in my sights, filling my mind with the glow of them. My mind goes fuzzy, the forced light in my mind shifts to softer colors. The pastel blues, yellows, and pinks swirl in my head, causing my pains to seep away.

"Better?" Itachi's voice rings out, the soft pitter-patter of fingers shifting a gentle sizzle across my body.

"Better," I mumble, leaning back to rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what you're doing though."

"It's a genjutsu."

"A what?"

"It's control of your senses. I'm controlling your sense of touch, so you can't feel your pain but can feel everything else, so your muscles will calm," Itachi softly explains, hands losing their sizzling feeling but still dancing over my body as his lips brush against my neck. "And I'm controlling your sight so you can see something calming and can't see your injuries."

"Why?" I whisper, his fingers sliding over my legs making it hard to focus.

"It'll help you calm down too. I can't enjoy you if you can't enjoy yourself." The words are hushed, buried into my skin by the kisses continually pressed into me.

Itachi's fingertips ghost through my folds, nimble fingers searching for my clit. "Though," he continues, kisses trailing across my jaw as the controlled images in my head start to filter away. "I would like you to watch."

As the scenery of the room filters back into my sight, his fingertips toy with me. They toy with my hole, massaging it in the same way my clit is rubbed. "Watch Kitten," he says, nuzzling my neck to encourage my head down.

I do what is asked of me, dropping my head down to take in the sight of my skirt balled up my legs and Itachi gently working me. My compliance is rewarded with his fingers thrusting into me. He continues to toy with me, testing curls and paces. "Tach," I moan, my orgasm quickly building up.

"Kitten?" He whispers into my war, nibbling on my earlobe. The gentle coo breaks the band in my stomach, coating Itachi's hand and the medical bed in my cum. "That's a pretty Kitty, ya?" He continues to coo, slipping out from behind me.

Itachi rounds the bed, settling on the floor, kneeling between my legs. His arms wrap under my legs, tugging me closer to the edge before he dips down. His hands slide up from the movement, hooking on my hips as my knees rest on his shoulders. "Keep mewling for me, Kitten," he mumbles, his hot breath coating my mess.

His tongue slides out, focused on cleaning my folds before it skirts over my clit. Once again I do as I'm told, not because of willingness though. Itachi's tongue stays busy, licking circles into my clit and thrusting into my cunt to tongue fuck me. The lack of a cool-down quickly pulls another orgasm from me, this time coating Itachi's face.

His head pops up from between my legs, sharingans glow as a soft smile coats his lips. Kisses lead Itachi's trail up my body, hands sliding down to cup my knees and lock them around his waist.

"Itachi," I whine when his bulge presses into me.

"Oh, I know, Kitty. You're so sensitive aren't you?" He gently mocks, kisses coating my lips as he works himself out of his pants. "You'll be okay. After all, this is what you're for right? A pretty object for me to use. I've been nice to you, haven't I? Be nice back, Kitty."

The soft mockery is followed by Itachi toying with me again, the glow of his eyes watching as I squirm from his tip teasing my hole. His eyes flicker around, catching every one of my movements. His smile is still soft as he sinks into me, eyes running a mile a minute to catch every micro-movement my body makes.

Itachi's pace is slow and gentle, just like everything else he's done today. The clan killer doesn't live up to his reputation, especially in moments like this. His hands are like feathers, costing my body like he's trying to burn the feeling of my skin into them. His mouth does the same to my lips.

My body sizzles on nerves, the constant stimulation almost being too much. "Pretty Kitty," he coos, his thrusts picking up their speed. "My pretty Kitty that's going to have my pretty litter."

Itachi's words make my spine tingle, causing my hips to thrust up. That seems to do it for the masochist, his thrusts jerking before his body is pressed into mine. "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he mutters against me, his nose buried into my cheek. The line of praise is paired with me being filled, not even the thought of pulling out rolling around Itachi's head as his semen fills my cunt.

"Princess?" Nagato's voice echoes in the hallway, causing Itachi's head to rise.

"He's on top of it tonight," Tachi mumbles, tucking himself away and tugging my skirt back into place.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my focus on scanning my body. My deeper wounds have vanished curtsy of the man in front of me, leaving the simpler ones, my hickies, and bite marks.

"Last I knew Hidan was hanging in a tree," Itachi confuses, hand clinging to the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead. "That, and Kisame is in a bit of trouble."

"Oh," I whisper, eyes flickering to the door as the sound of Pain's footsteps creep closer.

"Goodnight, Kitten," he whispers, pecking my lips before vanishing. I don't know how Itachi does that and I'm not sure I want to know.

"Princess?" Pain grumbles again, pushing the door open. "How are you feeling?"

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[cosmic-glow]

Warnings: slightly salacious ending (Minors do not interact!); mention of insecurity, fighting and blood; Kisame x gn!reader.

The cave was shiveringly cold, but you were sweating from the adrenaline rushing through your body after your near death. You and Kisame have been sent on a mission to the Hidden Cloud Village. It seemed like an easy mission, so you were still having a hard time assimilating how Kisame got so injured. It wasn't supposed to have guards in that region, you were taken by surprise, were they warned of your arrival? You didn't have time to think about it, even tired with the unexpectedly intense fight, and also hurt, you needed to help Kisame. After verifying that they didn't follow you and that you were alone and safe, you went to help your colleague.

- Take off your cloak, Kisame, I need to get a better look at the wound - you grabbed the small first aid kit you had, praying you could do something with it.

- No need, I'll be fine - he said breathlessly, leaning against the wall, he was also sweating - I just need to rest a little.

- Stop being an idiot and take off your cloak, you're bleeding!

- Look who's talking, you should see your forehead. Don't waste supplies on me when you need it too.

It was true that there was a small cut on your forehead that was bleeding, but the proportion of the injuries was not comparable. Concern began to share space with the irritation that his stubbornness was causing you.

- Unlike you, I'm actually going to be fine, now stop being so macho and let me see that wound before you get worse!

Amidst grumbling, your colleague took off his cloak, revealing he wasn't wearing his usual "armor" this time, since he also thought it was an easy mission, he wasn't wearing any shirt underneath. The sight made your anger fade and reminded you of your secret crush on your colleague, your face would have been more flushed had your attention not wandered to the large bloodstain on his waist. Promptly, you grabbed the cloth to wipe the area, but before you touched it you whispered an "excuse me", Kisame turned his head to the opposite side of where you were, you then continued.

After cleaning it, you bandaged it, luckily it wasn't a very deep wound, it would take time to heal but he would be fine. You sometimes felt Kisame flinch at your touch, you were taking the utmost care not to make him feel even more pain, but that wasn't the reason. The truth was that Kisame was ashamed, he didn't want you to see his body, he didn't want you to disgust him even more, his monstrous form, his icy blue skin, he was ashamed of his body. How could you be attracted to him like that?

- I'm done - you turned your face shrinking a little, giving him privacy.

- Thanks - he took the cloak to cover himself again - Sorry for having to see this, I know it's not a pleasant sight.

- Oh no! I - you hesitated, but decided to risk it - I actually think you have a very nice body, in shape... - courage vanished and you preferred to remain silent.

- Really? - he smiled, curious - I was talking about the injury actually, but thanks - he laughed.

An awkward silence stretches through the cavern.

- Well... - your voice echoes when you break - ... We should have a fire, right? It's cold.

Kisame agrees and you prepare what is necessary since you are the one with the fire chakra. You tell him he should rest so he can recover and you take over the watch tonight. He doesn't dispute it, he just lays down, as comfortable as he can on a stone floor, but he doesn't sleep right away, he's actually staring at you. You try to ignore it, it's happened before. You have been a duo for a while now, and a great one at that, you understand each other very well, but you still don't know what that look means. You turn to him, determined to find out.

- What?

- Nothing, I was just thinking.

- In what?

- ... If I kissed you, would you kiss me back?

You froze in your place, once again you were taken by surprise that day, since when did Kisame desire you the same way you desire him?

- Why don't you find out? - You disguised the nervousness in your voice well.

Kisame stood up, a different smile on his lips, mischievous, he knelt on one leg to be at the same height as you sitting, leaned down until he was close enough to feel your anxious breathing, stopped and looked into your eyes, asking permission without saying with words. You leaned towards him and with one hand cupped his face, it was enough for him to understand that he should continue. Kisame's lips were warm, wet, he started slow, you could feel his desire build as the kiss developed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, you wanted him closer, Kisame held tight to your waist, you knew there would be a mark, and when you started to gasp he pulled away from your lips, taking leave with a light bite on the lower one.

- I think I already have my answer - he smiled holding your chin.

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[riswippiesx]

Akatsuki no yona males when you're timid and shy

Featuring: Hak,Jaeha,Soo Won x fem! reader(seperately)

Theme: crack and fluff

Warning: slightly suggestive(???), not proof end

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•He teases you, teases you untill your face is all red.

•Hak will cling to you even more and bring his face closer to yours. Thus you will feel his breath on your face and your face will heat up even more.

•Doesn't listen to any of yours "Hak, stop! Stay away!"

•But if you get even more flustered and you look uncomfortable, he asks if you're okay or not.

•Once he is assured that you're fine..haha darling, get ready to face further teasings! This guy loves to be a pain in ass :P

•Sometimes, when he feels more playful, he just pins you against the wall and watch you struggle and blush even harder with a smirk.

Hak: Your face..you look like a tomato..

You: shut up!

Hak: *brings his face close to your ears* ...a delicious one, that I might eat...

You: HAKKK!!

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•Oh boy! Here comes the king of teasing lol!

•Once he finds out that you're shy or timid(which won't take much long for him as he understands people so well), be prepared to get teased to the fullest.

•Jaeha loves to see you flustered red face a lot.

•He wraps one of his hands around your waist and brings your body closer to his. But if he finds out any hint of discomfort in you, he quickly takes his hand off of your body and assures you that he won't ever cross the limit untill you let him.

•Whispers in your ears and says the weirded pick up lines.

•Chuckles every time you try to stand for yourself by saying that you aren't shy and end up blushing.

•He absolutely adores it when you get frustrated by your shyness and act mad. He put his hand on your head to give you a few soft head pats and kiss your temple softly.

Jaeha: Look at you sweetheart, all red and flustered for me..am I that intimidating?

You: Stop speaking nonsense Jaeha

Jaeha: *whispers in your ears* I wonder how would you react if I tell you about the things I want to do to you..

You: JAEHA !!

Jaeha: My my, easy lady..I'm just kidding *chuckles*

You: *sighs* Yeah right.

Jaeha: ...or maybe..I am not? ;)

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•So, the king is here :D Oh he will be so concerned at first when he notices your red face. Are you okay? Are you having a fever?? Do you need any medical help?

•He is so relieved when you tell him that you're okay and quickly finds out that you're a shy type as you blush quite often.

•He chuckles and holds your hand in his own.

•He looks at you. His mind runs crazy as he wants to tease you so bad to see your cute reactions but being a king has it's limitations and he has major control over himself.

•His gaze softens and adores your embarrassed flushed face.

Soo won: No need to be shy, my love.

You: eh? No ..I am not..don't worry *nervous chuckle*

Soo won: *brings your hands closer and plants soft kisses on both of your hands* oh?

You: *face reddens even more*

Soo won: You will still deny that you aren't shy? Hmm?

You: Soo won..stop...

Soo won: *chuckles* got it, love ;)

I will make a part two, maybe??? Not sure :P

Thanks for reading. Take love<3

Reblogs and comments will be much appreciated♡

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[bubuli-3110]

Knead

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Characters: Deidara (Naruto) X Fem! Reader

CW: NSFW MDNI: Explicit sexual content, rubbing, unprotected sex, cum inside, oral, slightly public sex, modern era.

Synopsis: Deidara has this bad habit of coming home late from his art studio, so after putting up with it for almost three nights in a row, you decide to drag him home. not before he makes it up to you though.

Word count: 1.39k

(As of this post) Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, N (Akatsuki only for now), and KNY) Please Check the rules link first.

A/N: Ive been suffering from a sever case of Deidara brain rot recently so here is a drabble I quickly threw out becuase y e s. Hope yall enjoy and suffer with me. ;)

The second hand on the clock ticked away as you impatiently taped your nails on the table.

Late again.

This was far from a normal occurrence for your boyfriend Deidara to be late home, but this was the third time this week and it’s only Wednesday. By the time he usually comes home, you’re already fast asleep. Of course, you love him unconditionally and support his passion for art, but you’d also love to see and spend time with him occasionally.

Rising to your feet and grabbing your keys, you decide to go to the studio and get him. You’d drag him back if you had to. You were already in your sweatpants and loose T-shirt for bed but didn’t care.

When you arrived at the studio, no one was around except for the light in a lone studio which you knew was Deidara’s. Not surprising considering it was near 9pm.

You knocked on the door and said,

“Dei? I’m coming in.”

Inside the room, Deidara was in his usual spot, putting all his focus into the sculpture in front of him. It took a couple of seconds for him to look up and notice you.

“Y/N? Hm. I was just finishing up for the night.” He says.

The boy was covered in clay and glaze from head to toe. Your face fell into a frown, and you responded.

“Uhhuh, you always say that, then walk in at midnight.”

He gets up from his seat and wipes his hand on his towel. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, accompanied by some black glasses and his sweats. You always loved his slightly unkept look.

Deidara walks over to you, pushing up his glasses.

“Don’t be angry Y/N.” He says and pauses for a moment.

“How can I make it up to you?”

An intrusive and teasing thought ran across your mind, and you smiled slightly.

“Well~ since your always out so late, maybe I should make you pleasure me~?”

You looked up to your boyfriend, expecting to find a nervous blush across his face, but it was quite the opposite. Deidara was no prude or child by any means, but he was slightly shy, and an invitation such as this would usually have him an embarrassed mess, but he was looking down at you with lust filled eyes, grinning. This can only mean one thing,

He was thinking the same thing.

It was your turn to blush, before you could wave your hands and explain your teasing Deidara chimes in.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea, hm.”

Welp, now you’ve done it.

“Dei, I was just-” you start with a slight chuckle.

His arm quickly snaked around your waist pulling your bodies flush together. You could feel his already hard cock pressing against your lower stomach through his sweats. Your blush grew a deeper red and your heart picked up speed with anticipation.

“Careful what you ask for darling~”

You feel him nip at your earlobe and that elicited a gasp from your lips. Your arms slide under his and you rested your hands on his shoulders. This cued him to lift you and you then wrapped your legs around his waist.

Deidara took you over to the table where he was working and set you on the edge. He smirked down at you before leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss. His lips were soft and plush. His tongue beckoned to be let into your mouth, and you happily obliged him. You held the edge of the table tightly and began to feel that pulse between your legs.

He pulled away gently and went down on his knees. Your face went red hot again as you thought about where that tongue of his was about to be next.

“Y/N think of this as my apology. Hm?”

His fingers latched onto the waistband of your sweatpants and panties. You lifted yourself slightly so he could pull them down and let them fall to the floor. He places hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes your legs open.

“Someone’s excited.” He smirks up at you after witnessing how wet you were already.

You blushed and frowned down at him for only a second before he pushed his long hair out of the way and his tongue made contact with your most sensitive flesh. Your grip on the table tightened and your toes curled. His tongue lapped at that bundle of nerves at quick pace while his thumbs kneaded your inner thighs in small circles.

You couldn’t suppress the moan that came and as it did, you saw the corner of his mouth turn up in approval. He removed one of his hands and picked up the pace. Using his tongue more quickly now, his free hand made its way to your clit and his thumb went to work.

You felt your climax fast approaching and with it, your hand went to rest on the back of his head. His combination of handwork and beautiful tongue sent your eyes rolling back and body seizing. Deidara pulled back to admire you as you road out your high and smiled, pleased with himself.

As your body finally relaxed, your blonde boyfriend got to his feet.

“All forgiven, hm?” He says licking his lips then kissing your forehead.

He started this and you were going to finish it.

“That’s for Monday, what about Tuesday?” You say smirking, letting your hand wander over that bulge still extending from his sweatpants.

Deidara nods, face twisted as if to say “fair.”

“Alright dear, message received.” He agrees.

You were all to eager. He had to deal with the aftermath of his actions now. You wanted him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, falling back onto the table. He leaned over you exploring your mouth once again. His hand pulls up your shirt to your chin, exposing your breasts and his hand grasps over one of them, causing you to moan into his mouth. You could tell he was getting needy too but he way he slowly became more antsy. You both sat up for just long enough for you pull down his sweats and boxers, exposing his hard cock. He then crawled up on top of the table over you. His tip grazing your entrance.

“Don’t tease now, please.” You say looking up at him.

“Only since you asked nicely.” He smiles before guiding his length inside you until he’s bottomed out.

He releases a low moan. That was nearly enough to make you cum then and there. Your legs wrap around his waist as he begins to move in a rhythm.

Bliss was the only way to describe the feeling. He filled you so completely and perfectly. His face was buried in your neck, grunting and panting against your skin. The heat of his breath causes you to shiver. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his pace increased. Your whimpers are growing louder and louder.

“D-Dei.” You whined.

With his name falling from your lips, his thrusts became harder and deeper making your body tighten as he took you to your climax quickly.

“D-don’t stop-” you managed to get out before turning into a moaning mess, throwing your head back and trying your best not to squirm to no avail.

As your overstimulation closed down around him, it was his turn to turn into a mess. H released a deep moan again as he came into you, body tensing.

“F-fuck.” He said trying to catch his breath.

The two of you relaxed after a few moments and you looked up at your boyfriend smiling as you pushed his hair out of his face and behind his ear. He smiled back down at you, planting a soft kiss on your lips, before climbing off you and the table. The two of you fixed yourselves as best you could and put your clothes back on.

“Now is all forgiven?” He asks again, fixing his glasses.

“Hm, well I suppose, but you still owe me for tonight, we’re both filthy now, so we can shower up together when we get home.” You say with a giggle.

Deidara playfully rolls his eyes.

“That’s my muse for you.”

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[poetryandfluffycats]

Dearer than I?

A/N: im a slut for 'student council member x delinquent' I know its niche but omg

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, angst(?) at the end, eichi mentioned, established relationship

Content: Keitos been hard at work for the student council, nothing unusual. You, as his girlfriend, feel he's working just a bit too hard. A little bit of entertainment wouldn't hurt either of you, right?

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

Keito was a busy man, no doubt about it. So many responsibilities, so little time to juggle them all. Being vice-president of the student council was no joke, and although he was thankful to Eichi for taking on more of the workload since leaving the hospital, he often found that Eichi himself was the source of 80% of his headaches. Not that it was anything worth complaining about; Eichi was a force to be reckoned with, he just had too much power at his disposal.

If Keito could be completely honest with himself, he didn't trust the emperor as far as he could throw him. But in order to keep things civil, and to keep his own unit afloat, he kept his mouth shut. All his hard work would eventually pay off.

But, in the meantime, Keito was left to deal with some of the more bothersome issues of the council. Things like...

"Keito~"

Like you, his clingy girlfriend.

"What do you want, (name)?" He questioned, not bothering to look up and met your eyes. He already knew what kind of face you'd be making, the kind that made him melt into the palm of your hand. Lord, how unprofessional he had become.

You giggled, propping yourself up on the edge of his desk, pushing the paperwork aside to make room for yourself. "Does a girl need a reason to visit her favorite person in the whole wide world?" You batted your eyelashes, leaning forward to steal his glasses from off his face.

Keito growled under his breath, his eyebrows knitting together into a thin line as he finally looked up at you. "You're being disruptive. Unless you need something, I'd suggest you go back to class"

He reached his hand out to snatch his glasses out of your hold, a movement you easily dodged by slipping them onto your face instead. The frame was far too big for you, falling down the bridge of your nose and resting crooked on the tip.

Keito sighed, running a hand through his green locks. "(name), I'm serious" He held out his hand expectedly, just for his frown to deepen when you didn't immediately give back the specs. As if you actually would.

"Why? Don't I look so cute? Hey, I could be your sexy secretary!" You flashed him a wink, adjusting his glasses and posing like a stereotype from one of those cheesy pornos. "How may I serve you, Mr. vice-president~?"

"Go. Away." He demanded, standing up from his chair to loom over you, using his height as an advantage to try intimate you.

However, you had never been one to scare easily. In fact, you found it quite sexy. He'd always been strict with you, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a dynamic you enjoyed, you being his rebellious little girlfriend who couldn't take no for an answer, and him being the no-nonsense authority figure who wasn't afraid to put you in your place. Lucky enough for you, it was all too easy to rile him up. Just a few simple touches, a bat of your eyelashes, maybe a hint of cleavage and he'd be putty in your hands.

Forget Eichi, you were the real reason for Keitos headaches.

"You look great without your glasses, yknow? Such pretty eyes.." You choose to ignore his demands, instead hooking your fingers around his tie and pulling him forward, leaving barely an inch between your lips. "I just can't look away!"

"You shouldn't act like this here, it's highly inappropriate" Keito warned, keeping his hands folded behind his back and his voice steady, even if every fiber in his body was screaming at him to bend you over right then and there.

"Who says it's inappropriate?" You breathed against his lips, placing his glasses back over his eyes. "You're the vice-president, aren't you? You're the boss, you call the shots, do you not? Who's gonna tell you off?"

"That's not the point-"

"Then what is, Keito? Do you just not like me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? Is your work more important than-"

"Stop. Just stop" He sighed, finally allowing himself to move his hands to your hips but still keeping his distance from you. "Of course I still like you, you already know that. But you can't barge in here without a reason whenever you want just because you feel like it"

Your smirk faltered, twisting into a very obvious pout. That wasn't the reaction you had hoped for. Why was he treating you like some annoying kid? Didn't he realize how badly you'd been missing him? A pang of sadness shot through your chest, your hold on his tie loosening as your arms fell limp at your sides.

"I'm sorry. I... I did have a reason, actually" You mumbled, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "It's the notes from class. I thought you might want them, since you're so busy..."

Guilt hit Keito like a ton of bricks as he retrieved the paper from you, the sadness on your face tearing him apart. He has been too hrash, hadn't he? It was something he was constantly aware could happen, losing his temper at you when you were trying to do something considerate. How could he let your teasing get the better of him?

"Thank you" He said softly, trailing his hands down to your thighs and giving them a gentle squeeze before helping you off the desk. "I'll text you later, okay? No, I'll call you. I promise"

You nodded, flashing him a weak smile before turning on your heel and making your way to the door, head hung low like a kicked puppy. The door slammed behind you as you exited, the sound sending waves of guilt down Keitos spine

Keito hated seeing you like that, and he hated even more that he was the cause of your sadness. Looking down at his desk, messy with paperwork and trivial documents, he started to wonder if it was really all worth it.

Sure it was, the work was important and being a member of the student council was an honor to the school. But more important than you?

No. Not a chance.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Mutilated (Sasori x UndergroundDoc!Reader) Part I

Synopsis: Sasori get gravely injured in the early days of his and Deidara's partnership. Luckily, the Akatsuki have a roster of resources to help in case of emergencies. During his stay at your underground clinic, Sasori gets a bit more invested than he intended.

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags/Warnings: Underground Doctor Reader, No Reader Pronouns, Younger!Sasori, Timeline Liberties, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Fake Medical Talk, Kinda Fake Engineering Talk, Prosthetics, Minor Original Characters

Notes: Sometimes, I like to think about if the Akatsuki were treated like One Piece villains. When they're not in the main plot they just go off and became small-town heroes somewhere.

Deidara knelt away from the airstream, holding Sasori’s unconscious form on his back. His blond hair whipped around his face as the wind rushed in his ears, keeping his scope trained on the city below for a place to land. The buildings were packed together. The clouds were thick, and while they provided excellent cover for Deidara’s clay, winged beast, the absence of a moon only proved to impede his landing strategy. 

The giant bird descended, flying quietly among the tall fixtures of the village. Without proper light, the obstructions only became visible as Deidara grew near. Deidara’s bird managed to maneuver them all, artfully dodging tall buildings, statues, and poles with limber aerial acrobatics. 

When it finally grew as close as possible to the ground, Deidara dropped between the buildings with Sasori on his shoulders, landing in a kneeling position as the winged creation swooped back up and out of sight. 

Sasori groaned, causing Deidara to tilt his head to look over his shoulder. Sasori’s eyes were still closed, the slightest bit of tension collected on his furrowed brow. Deidara clutched a small paper between his fingers, holding it up to his face as he tried to reread it in the dimness. He brushed the pad of his finger over it, hoping to get an idea of the writing from the deep pen indentation. 

And in one last moment of deliberation, Deidara hooked his arms around Sasori’s legs and ran off into the night in search of a doctor to help his injured partner.

The streets were empty, and the night would have been still if it weren’t for the wandering searchlights that periodically swept across the roads. Deidara ducked around a corner, squatting by a dumpster as the bright circle of light paced across the road before disappearing at the other end of the street. 

Deidara dashed across, scurrying through the maze of alleyways between buildings with the note clutched in his hand. He kept his eyes on the hanging signs above his head. He rushed past a few circular ones, perhaps a few rectangles, as they wavered in the slight breeze of the night. Those businesses had closed hours before the sun had set.

He took a turn, ducking down next to a compilation of scrapped palette boards as another beam of light flickered across the ground. Lost in the darkness, Deidara had no idea how he managed to stumble upon the oddly shaped sign that hung over a dip in the alley. He could barely distinguish the shape of a snake, the head and the tail hanging by two thick chains connected to a metal rod.

Deidara looked again at the paper, but it was too dark to read. But as the searchlights flashed overhead, Deidara took the leap, descending the steep stairs into the ground where the darkness only deepened. 

A solid mass smacked him in the forehead, his grunt of pain all that seemed to exist in the void. He leaned forward, unhooking an arm from Sasori’s leg to grope around in the shadows. It was a door, a wooden one, and with a few more taps, he managed to find a wobbly doorknob. Deidara turned it, only to smack into the unmoving door again as the knob spun, rattling in the socket with little resistance. Sasori began to slip. Deidara smushed his cheek against the solid wood of the door, fidgeting as he tried to adjust his partner. 

“For being splinters and string, you sure are fuckin’ heavy,” Deidara muttered as he tried again at the knob. Pushing the handle inward seemed to do the trick as he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before the door creaked shut behind him. 

The room was pitch black, even darker than the moonless night outside. Deidara heaved a steady breath, eyes scanning his surroundings for a hint of anything. He fiddled with his scope; sure enough, the green night vision revealed a long hallway before him. Deidara blew a few strands of hair away from his face. They settled back where they had just been. 

“Okay,” he muttered, adjusting Sasori again on his back. “We’re gonna find someone to put you back together again, hm, Humpty Dumpty? Then you owe me big time for makin’ us have to come to a place like this.” 

He started down the hall, and the sound of water rushing through pipes resounded all around, reverberating off the cement walls. He could hear his footsteps and labored breathing as he traveled deeper into the abyss. The single pathway turned into a stairwell, the rusting metal clambering under his step as he nearly tumbled down the two flights. 

Deidara traveled through the cement labyrinth for what felt like hours with nothing to go off of other than the sound of trickling water. His scope showed half battery in the corner of his vision as he took random turns, each hall almost identical to the last. It was cold cement in front and an incomprehensive abyss of darkness behind him. 

Deidara pressed on, running down the halls quicker, turning the corners more sharply as he ran deeper and deeper into the underground network. He had gone too far to turn back now.

His efforts seemed to pay off. Just as the battery of his scope lost another bar of health, he found himself standing in front of another wooden door. The same snake sign hung above this one, the same thick chains connected to the head and tail like the talons of a hawk lifting it into the sky. Deidara adjusted Sasori on his back once more, and with frustration-fueled determination, he kicked down the door. 

The wood flew forward, knocking against a metal railing before tumbling halfway down a set of steel steps. Light flooded into Deidara’s scope, causing him to recoil and move swiftly to turn it off. He looked back into the large room, his eyes adjusting to the warm lantern light. Harsh shadows swiped across his face as he moved to the top of the staircase, the startled people below looking up at him warily. A mother collected her sick child in her arms, already backing toward the opposite exit. 

“Yo!” he exclaimed, kicking his foot onto the lower railing. His brow was furrowed with tension, and his clenched jaw betrayed his cocky smile. “We need the Doc!” Deidara bit the length of torn cloth that hung from Sasori’s shoulder, proudly displaying the red clouds of the Akatsuki organization from his lips. 

You had scrambled from your makeshift office on the ground, staring up at the sight as your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Mercenaries,” you mumbled to yourself. “I should have known.”

“A little help over here!” Deidara called, and you stormed out from under the balcony to make your approach.

“Second room to your right!” you called, and someone threw your medical bag toward you. You caught it without having to look. Deidara turned to his left, despite the railing in his way and lack of platform. “Your other right! And you better have brought quite the sum of cash if you’re bargaining in here and breaking things in my clinic!”

Deidara found the room as you reached the top of the steps. He left a trail of blood in his wake. You made wordless eye contact with a member of your community who had been leaning against the railing just outside the exam room. As a doctor caring for the underprivileged people in your city, they held you in high regard. 

“Go into the Warren and make sure this idiot didn’t leave a trail straight here.” 

She nodded, departing past a few people already working on fixing the broken-in door. 

“Don’t worry, Doc, Kakuzu will shell out for anything your little heart desires.” Deidara laid Sasori down on the table as you entered. 

“I’m sure he would be thrilled to hear you say that,” you scoffed, washing your hands. 

You pushed a few trays of supplies forward. Deidara had no idea what any of them did but considered them to look more like torture tools than medical devices. He tore away Sasori’s robe, balling the blood-soaked fabric in his hands and throwing it into the corner of the room. 

But you didn’t have time to scold him for dirtying your sterile exam room. If you were less composed, your hand might have shot to your mouth in disgust and horror at the sight of Sasori’s shirtless form. You had seen many things during your time in the medical field: stab wounds, projectile wounds, amputations, and raging infections. And yet…

“What the hell happened to him?” Your voice nearly cracked as you immediately put on a pair of gloves. 

“Sword to the liver?” Deidara shrugged, his nonchalant attitude making you stop in your tracks. All of your disbelief manifested in one slow blink. 

“Are you fucking kidding me—?” You shooed him toward the door as you hurried about your little room, pulling all the supplies you’d need for a no doubt lengthy procedure. Even with your complex knowledge of medical ninjutsu, liver damage wasn’t anything to stick your nose up at. “And what about the rest of him?” You adjusted the mask on your face with your shoulder. 

“Eh?” Deidara sounded rudely, cheek scrunched against the lower part of his eye as his nose wrinkled. 

Your eyes darted across Sasori’s body, holding a surgical towel over his side wound as it bubbled with blood.

The man didn’t have any limbs. 

At least not true limbs, nor any prosthetic you had ever seen. All of them appeared to be wooden. The left had been damaged, leaving everything below the elbow missing. You had seen prosthetics before. Hell, you had a good friend who made them for your patients, but these were not prosthetics. 

The joints where the wood met the body were covered with flesh, perfectly soldered to the torso. You could see the intricate network of veins through his pale skin; all inflamed in a mutilated mess of blood, flesh, and wood. His condition was critical, although his partner didn’t seem to understand that. 

“So, can you fix him or not?” Deidara asked from behind you. His footsteps grew nearer. 

“Out!” You turned, pointing toward the door. He tried to protest. “Out!”

With all further distractions out of the way, you began your work. 

***

Sasori awoke about a day later after the exhaustion of a good chunk of your chakra and a few hours of your labor. The ambient noise from the large room rattled around in his pounding skull, his muscles aching as he sat himself up on the cot under him. 

He had been moved from the makeshift exam room upstairs to a cot in the open on the main level, not that he remembered. Two different colored curtains on rusty wheels provided flimsy walls around him. Sasori glanced up at the cement ceiling, making accidental eye contact with various loitering patients staring down from the metal balcony above. He twisted his neck to the side, allowing an audible crack to pop from his joints. Only when he moved to brush over the thick bandages on his torso did he notice the bundle of splinters his forearm had been reduced to. 

“That’s not a kekkei genkai.” You appeared in front of Sasori’s cot, hands tucked in the pockets of your white coat. You didn’t bother hiding your blatant staring as you studied his wooden limbs. Sasori collapsed from his palm to his elbow, fighting back the flinch that scrunched the skin around his eyes. You looked him up and down from where you stood. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your sorry ass.” With three long strides, you moved to the side of Sasori’s cot, placing a palm between his collarbones and pushing him back down against the pillow. Sasori couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his chest as the wound on his side suddenly stretched. 

“Arhg!” Sasori glared at you from behind, squinted eyes, groaning and cursing from behind clenched teeth. You stared at him from above with disdain. You frowned, letting the choice insults roll off your indifferent demeanor. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sasori struggled against you for a moment before he sank into the white sheets in exhaustion. Color drained from his face, leaving him even paler than his complexion usually was. 

“Deidara!” Sasori barked with a snarl. His voice rang out, bouncing across the high ceiling. He moved to sit up again, only to be slammed back down once more. 

“Your partner is busy. Lay back down, or I’ll knock you out myself. I’m not here to catch an attitude.” Sasori huffed, breathing shallowly as his head began to spin. “You need your bandages changed. Or if you insist on being difficult, I can throw you out into the Warren. I’m sure the rats will appreciate eating you from the inside out starting here.”

You pressed down on a section of his bandages, causing a guttural howl to escape his throat. Sasori didn’t acknowledge your threats, dizziness warping his vision. You snapped your fingers in front of his face, but he didn’t appear to respond. You fiddled with something under his cot to Sasori’s left, causing the upper section to decline slightly back. He didn’t fight you as you worked methodically at his bandages, not that he probably could. 

His vision had turned to static, the prickling sensation extending down his numb face to his shoulders. The nerves that connected his flesh to his wood parts tingled and popped, leaving him sore around the circumference of his artificial limbs. 

Your hands were cold as they worked across his torso. He could feel his muscle tissue being stitched together with chakra, leaving an itching sensation in its wake. 

You had him cleaned up and rewrapped just as the dizziness began to fade. Appearing over him, a blue aura radiated from the palm you held over his forehead. 

“That feels much better, doesn’t it?” Sasori blinked as you withdrew. His breathing had returned to normal, and as you popped the cot back to standard elevation, he hardly felt a tugging at his wound. His muscles were sore, but the pain had faded. “I have never seen prosthetics like these before.” You traced the seam where the wood met skin. Sasori shivered. “Were you injured in one of the bombings?”

“They aren’t prosthetics,” Sasori said, brushing you off. He held his right arm up, watching the wooden joints as he flexed his knuckles. “They’re my art. I didn’t lose anything anywhere.” He peered at you from between his fingers. 

“You did this to yourself?” 

Sasori propped up on his elbow with a deep frown. Unlike last time, you didn’t try to stop him. 

“I detest what you’re insinuating,” he sneered. Sasori managed to support himself on his palm before he collapsed against the pillow at his back. He could just barely get himself into a sitting position. You didn’t bother to help. “Like a medic who lives in a cave has any right to criticize my craft.”

“Doctor,” you corrected, receiving a scoff in return. “I would have thought that with your level of medical ninjutsu, you could have done the patchwork yourself.” You trailed off, distracted as Deidara ran across the other side of the room with a restocking of sterile bandages. Sasori squinted from his bed, wondering if he had seen his partner correctly. “Overall, I’d say it was good that the kid brought you here. No matter your skill, self-operation would have been quite the undertaking.”

Deidara appeared on the upper balcony with a rag in one hand and a bottle of cleaning spray in the other. He wiped down the railings. 

“He’s working harder than he ever has in the Akatsuki, that’s for sure,” Sasori muttered. He shifted to take the strain off of his tender wound. “Maybe you should keep him.” You let out a shallow chuckle, holding up your hand with a shake of your head. 

“Oh, no, you Akatsuki boys can keep to your own. We already have enough dogs sniffing around this city without you all making a ruckus.” You sat at the foot of the bed, the both of you lost in watching Deidara clean upstairs. You hummed to yourself, turning to glance at Sasori. “You’re sure recruiting them young, huh?”

“I didn’t recruit him at all.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re trying to pawn him off.” You sighed, and with a slight heave, you stood. With a roll of your shoulders, you stretched, surveying the room. “You should get him out of here quickly once you feel better.” You turned to face him with hands in your pockets. “People don’t take kindly to bombers around here. I’ll check on you sometime tomorrow.” 

***

Sasori took the day to mend his arm with a rare disregard for time. He dislodged the ball socket from his bicep before opening one of his scrolls for spare parts. A white puff of smoke materialized over the marking labeled “left arm,” and with a bit of tinkering, he managed to isolate just the hand and the forearm. The extra bicep was sealed back into the scroll. 

The new forearm and hand were lighter in color compared to the battle-worn part they were replacing, but the replacement limb clicked into place without fuss. Sasori was still tightening the joint when two new patients entered the clinic. He could hear you speaking to them from your office, which consisted of little more than a cluttered desk and a few thin metal panels. 

“You just missed him. Shig left yesterday for Rain country,” you said. Your voice was muffled, but Sasori could just make out your words from across the room. 

“Is there anything you could do for her? She can’t even walk. Her legs are giving out on her,” another voice pleaded earnestly through the thin walls. 

“I’m sorry; I wish there was something I could do to help, but that’s just not my field of expertise. The best I can do is let you know when Shig is back.”

“Doctor, please. If she lost her legs again, I—” The second voice’s breath hitched. Light shuffling sounded from your office before Sasori heard a sniffle. —“With everything going on, I just… She can’t make it down the evacuation route. Please, Doctor, they’ve already taken so much from us.”

Sasori perked up as the second voice grew softer. He slowly rose from his bed, crossing the large room on bare feet as he listened closer. 

“Believe me, I understand what the stakes are. My heart goes out to you, and if I could help, I would, but that doesn’t change the fact that I simply don’t know how to fix this. If you’d like to pack some things from the surface, you’re welcome to stay in the Warren until Shig’s return.”

Sasori stopped in front of your office, paying no mind to the other patients in beds despite their gruesome burn scars. He stared at the door, listening to the conversation behind it. 

A metallic click sounded to Sasori’s left, and instinctively, he pivoted into a battle stance, fingertips already spinning chakra threads as he heard a soft thump. But no enemy was to be found. Instead, a young girl cowered on the floor.

Her legs consisted of a dark wood supported by small metal pieces. Or her legs would have been supported by small metal pieces if they weren’t hanging loosely from her knee joints. One appeared worse than the other, as if someone tried to fix them but only served to break the parts further. 

Her eyes widened at the very sight of Sasori, eyes glued to the seam where his torso met his arms. A little gasp escaped her as she tried to stand, but her legs gave out. Sasori frowned; he could see the problem. She scooted back, no doubt at Sasori’s deep scowl and grotesque appearance. 

“You should really know how to fix those things yourself,” he spat, eyes glued to the busted parts of the hastily made joints. If he had to give this Shig character credit for anything, it was the creativity of the build. A union of metal and wood, the girl’s two legs looked more akin to two artisan clocks than a simple and functional prosthetic. The designs were hardly symmetrical, likely because the materials looked like they were dug out of a scrap bin. That was the first issue.

He sighed, squatting down only for the little girl to scoot back. Sasori’s expression sunk in vexation, and the girl’s nervous gulp went unnoticed. 

“You call this art? They’re pitiful.” With a grunt of effort, Sasori sat down on the cold cement floor. The child eyed him skeptically, paralyzed with hesitancy like a groveling deer. 

“Are you Mr. Shig?”

“Hell no.” Sasori’s fingers pressed a few points on his bicep, and the girl watched in disbelief as a panel of Sasori’s wooden skin rose and moved to the side, allowing him to pluck out a small, slender box. Her mouth shut quickly as Sasori’s attention returned to her. He continued to frown, gesturing her toward him as he plucked up a few long tools in his slender fingers. “Do you want your legs fixed or not?”

She approached him warily until she sat with her feet adjacent to Sasori’s waist and her hips next to his knees. Her gaze was glued to Sasori’s own wooden limbs. She paid little mind as Sasori reoriented her legs to face forward, but the broken socket continued to spin. 

He studied the engineering up close. It was unique, nothing like he had ever seen, and most definitely nothing like the standard shinobi-grade prosthetics he had seen in the past, but he could still follow the design. Sasori sat in silence, studying the craftsmanship, and he did not doubt that these makeshift limbs, while they could likely get the job done, were made with thrown-together materials at best. 

“You don’t know how to fix them, do you?” A tiny voice broke Sasori from his deep thinking, much to his disdain. The girl sat up straight at the sight of Sasori’s seething expression. 

“Of course I can fix them,” he snarled, and the child almost jumped. Sasori tugged one of his legs in, tugging one of the girl’s broken ones outward to form a right angle. “You see this? That’s called a nut.” He jiggled one of the loosest parts with his finger. The girl nodded, which, according to Sasori, apparently wasn’t an adequate response. “I want you to say it out loud. This is called a nut.”

“This is called a nut,” she repeated. Sasori hummed in approval, spinning the nut off the bolt before removing the bolt altogether. The girl instinctively lurched forward as a section of her leg weakened.

“This is a bolt.” Sasori tapped the bolt, and with another pointed glare, the girl quickly repeated the word. He didn’t acknowledge her acute panic. Unsure of herself, she repeated his words for the second time.

“That is a bolt.”

Sasori paid little mind, plucking a few items from his little box. He compared them to the size of the existing bolt, placing a few metal pieces back before holding three round items between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“What’s this one?” He gestured to the thicker of the pieces.

“That’s, uh, that one is a nut.”

“Good. This one—” Sasori offered the girl the thinner rings. She held it in her hands, brushing over the smooth surfaces with the pads of her fingers. —“Those are washers.” 

“This one’s a washer,” she repeated with a determined nod. Sasori held his hand out again, and she dropped the washer into his wooden palm. 

“Now, Shig used a bolt that was too big for this joint. Show me the bolt—” The girl pointed at the bolt and received a slight nod. —“And a nut that’s too small. And because this section is made of wood, we’re going to use a washer.” The girl pointed at the washer. Sasori blinked slowly, almost having to collect himself for a second. “Yes, good.”

He placed the washer on the bolt, slotting it back into place. His other hand secured the loose parts of her leg. He held up a second washer and a nut, waving it in front of the girl's face before placing both on the end of the bolt. Sasori gave them a few twirls as they worked down the thread length. The washer dropped to the very end. He gestured toward the half-secured nut, maneuvering his arms out of the way to allow the girl access to the section of leg he was still keeping secured in place.

“You try.” The girl reached down, winding it down until the small nut was secured against the flat wood. “The washer is going to prevent the head of the bolt from digging into the wood. Twist it tight, as tight as you can go.” Sasori reached back into his box to retrieve a small wrench.

“Now repeat after me—” Sasori tightened the bolt. —“‘Only an idiot can’t use a fuckin’ nut and bolt.’” 

“My mom doesn’t let me curse.” 

Sasori looked up from his work with a roll of his eyes. He sighed with a heave of his shoulders. She stared into his honey-colored irises.

“I’m letting you.” He blew a few strands of hair away from his face, nodding with certainty before tinkering again at the inside of the joint. The girl puffed up, gathering courage in her breath as Sasori continued the more intricate repairs. She swiveled her head. 

“Only an idiot can’t use uh— can’t use a f— can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!” she stammered with red cheeks. Sasori didn’t even look up as he offered his hand, and she slammed her hand down across his fingers in victory. 

When you and the girl’s mother exited your office, she was already standing. The two of you stopped in your doorway, exchanging glances as she raved. You tuned it all out, standing at just the angle to make eye contact with Sasori as he sat on his cot. He averted his eyes with a grimace. 

“And Mom! They don’t even squeak anymore! They’re all fixed because only an idiot can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!”

“Reiko!”

***

He thought you’d approach him after the pair left, and Sasori always had a strong intuition.

“Assassins are teaching little kids curse words nowadays?” you mused, a hint of a laugh lacing your voice. Sasori’s closed eyes fluttered open to look at you before closing again. He shifted on his bed, hands nestled behind his head. You were staring up at the door, thumbs looped in the pockets of your jacket. “Is that why you got stuck with the blond kid?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Sasori refused to look at you, instead tinkering away at something under his artificial skin. Several panels rose from his arm, alternating up and down like waves before settling back into his shoulder. He thought that if he ignored you, you would leave, but you stood at the edge of his parallel curtains, simply watching him as he worked. 

Sasori spared a few glances toward you, careful not to meet your gaze. He observed you from his peripheral like an animal, withdrawn and cautious. You didn’t seem to share his tension as you loitered, not even hiding your interest as you watched Sasori tinker. The silence passed for a moment. A low rumble of footsteps and mutterings bounced off the high ceiling. 

“Can I help you?”

“You did a nice thing.” 

Sasori made the mistake of looking up. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his expression drooping at your indifferent demeanor. Sasori huffed, shifting to let one leg hang over the side of his bed. “Are you here to heal me or stare at me all day like some circus freak?”

“Have you ever considered making prosthetics?” 

“Tch, you’re annoying.” Before you could retort, Sasori stood up on his cot, the crosssections under the thin sheets popping as chakra threads manifested at his fingertips. They wrapped around the upper railing, and you gaped, stepping forward as he shot up to land expertly on the balcony.

“You better not reopen anything!” You instinctively stepped forward. The catwalk creaked, clamoring metallically as Sasori strode toward the back exit. You backed up a few steps.

“It’s a good thing there’s a doctor in the room.”

He had just settled into a corner against the wall when you appeared at the top of the stairs. Sasori heaved a deep sigh, taking his time standing as you rushed up to him. 

“Are you always this awkward when you do good things?”

“Jeez, you ask a lot of questions.” Sasori walked briskly down the length of the balcony, and you followed. 

“I’m a doctor. I’d say having an inquisitive nature is a positive.”

“Is that what you call it?” Sasori stopped short, realizing suddenly that the metal walkway didn’t wrap around the room. Instead, one stairwell connected a balcony to the front entrance, and another connected a separate balcony to the back entrance. He pretended not to notice, leaning on the railing and observing the room from above. 

Sasori could see all the patients in their makeshift rooms, all in much worse condition than he was. Some milled around the lower floor, hobbling on makeshift crutches and wrapped in bandages. An overwhelming amount of patients had one thing in common.

“What happened to them?” he asked. His eyes darted from person to person, counting how many lost arms, legs, and eyes before turning to you suddenly.

“We’ve had a serial bomber in the city for quite some time.” Your voice was soft and somber as you stood next to him. You almost melted, shoulders slumping as your chest rose steadily. You leaned forward, gazing out over the room, and Sasori watched, mesmerized by your body language as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “A lot of these people are poor and underprivileged. When they get caught up in the blasts, there’s no one to take care of them, so they come here.”

You shrugged, nodding at him a few times. Sasori frowned.

“Why?” 

You looked at him in confusion as he studied your face. You watched his eyes dart over your features, taking in every fold, tick, and pore. 

“Why do they come here?” you questioned, glancing to your left and right before meeting Sasori’s eye. Were you missing something? Sasori’s expression didn’t change one bit. He simply stared, searching. You took a breath, choosing your words with a hum. “They don’t get adequate care in this sector—”

“Why do they come here?” Sasori leaned forward, his eyes unyielding. Judging. You drummed your fingers on the railing, looking back down at your room full of patients. You let out another sigh.

“You’re passing through. I highly doubt you’re all that interested in the politics of a country that barely makes it on the map.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Sasori interjected harshly, evident impatience adding force to his tone. You shook your head slowly in defeat. You had given him the disclaimer. 

“Well, it’s very simple; people hate the poor…!” You almost laughed, the truth sounding silly in the way it fell from your lips. Your smile faded into a bitter look, and you shook your head again. “For a very long time, you had to make a certain amount of income to vote. It took a lot of fighting for the Senate to balance out like it has, but some members of the old party have resorted to underhanded preventative measures to keep this sector from the polls. I guess that’s the skinny of it.” 

“The girl and her mother?” You turned to gauge Sasori’s reaction again, but he had none. He stared blankly at the patients who rested and milled around on the lower floor. 

“They weren’t even trying to vote. Just… wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I see…” Sasori mumbled but said nothing more. He looked bored, and it made you wonder why he bothered to ask, given his clear indifference.

“Look—” You began again, turning to him with your hand splayed across your chest. —“I know it might not matter much to you, but I believe that everyone has a right to make decisions about the country they’re living in and have access to healthcare. Especially when their government is bombing them left and right; that’s why they come here. That’s why I’m a doctor.”

Sasori remained silent, thinking to himself for a moment. He turned toward you, shoulders somewhat squared with a huff. Sasori took a half step toward you with one hand on the railing as he cocked his head toward you.

“Heal me the rest of the way. I want to get out of here tonight.” 

He brushed past you, heading toward the stairs. 

“I have other places to be, you know. You can’t just make demands—” You stopped short at the sight of Sasori’s severe scowl and menacing expression. You clenched your teeth, the tip of your nose wrinkling. —“Fine. Whatever. I have other patients, and I’ll charge your organization double for your treatment.” 

You stormed forward and down to the lower level as Sasori watched you carefully.

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Notes: I will say, writing the Sasori and Deidara partnership during a timeline where Deidara is 14 and Sasori hasn't completed his puppet body is a guilty pleasure of mine. Maybe someday I'll finish that Sasori x Witch!Reader series.

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[softxsuki]

So I saw that you had I tag I follow and immediately rushed over! So first and foremost...How are you? Are you drinking water daily? And I also wish you a good rest of days.

I was wondering since I rarely see this for Akatsuki no Yona. Like a Chubby reader. That's all. Like didn't they exist back then too?...

So basically Reader was Yona's personal maid, one of her most trusted friends like Hak and Soowon. So now they are apart of the group and basically feel out of place. She has a crush on Jae-ha but knowing he only goes for "attractive" women she doesn't act upon her feelings.

What happens next? 👀

Insecure Chubby!Reader Who Has A Crush On Jae-Ha

Pairing: Jae-ha x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: uh talking down about yourself, insecurities, lowkey suggestive at one point? but nothing crazy

Genre: comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which you confess to Yona that you have a crush on Jae-ha, but he'd never like you back because you're chubby and he only goes for thin women. Little do you know that someone is listening in on all this o.o

[A/N: OMg hi...I KNOW I KNOW. It's been way over a year since you requested it. If you're still around, you're probably wondering what the heck this is as it's been long forgotten. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, I had it half written in my drafts all this time because I started second guessing myself and I really loved this request and didn't think I could do it justice. SO here's my completed version of this. I hope it's decent, and hopefully you're still interesting in reading it :'). Sorry if it's disappointing NFEKJFKAEF <;3]

It was night now. Months had passed since Yona ran out of her castle after her father's murder. Hak had saved the both of you from Soowoon’s revenge on her father as you would not back down and go to their side either. Yona loved and respected you, so you owed her everything, and that still hadn’t changed. You still refer to her as Princess, just like Hak, but the two of you were closer than ever–going beyond the friendship a personal maid and a Princess should probably ever have. 

Owls hooted in the background and the sound of crickets surrounded you. You had all stopped for the night to set up camp, and were currently in your shared tent with Yona and Yoon. The young boy was fast asleep in the far corner of the tent, exhausted from running around all day, but you and Yona were wide awake from the excitement of the day–too pumped to even think about sleeping just yet. Giggles escaped your mouth at the girl-talk that was being exchanged between you both, then Yona began to blush as you asked her about her feelings for Hak. You had noticed the change in the atmosphere between them for a while now.

“He’s just…different from how I used to see him? Instead of just seeing him as that annoying kid back then, he’s more of a man in my eyes now… He said some uh, lovely things to me the other night and it just made me realize my feelings even more,” She hides her head in her hands, thinking back on the deep conversation she had with the raven haired man a few nights ago, but clears her throat and turns the attention away from herself, “What about you, Y/N? Seen anyone in any villages that have caught your eye? Or perhaps even someone among us, hmm?”

You could hear the slight tease in her voice at her question, she fully knew who you liked, but wanted to hear you say it yourself. After all, what fun is girl-talk if she was the only one dropping juicy information.

“Well…there is someone I like, but he’d never go for a girl like me…” you trail off, looking down at your hands.

“Jae-ha would love you, Y/N. You’re gorgeous, kind, and you have a heart of gold, I see the way he looks at you whenever your back is turned.”

“W-what? How did you know it was Jae-ha?” You ask bewildered.

Yona laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “So it really is him? I was just making a lucky guess, wow.”

You huff. Perhaps it was a little obvious since you always got nervous around him and ONLY him. The slight disappointment that graced your features whenever he spoke of a beautiful woman he ran into in town. The tiny sparks of desire to have him speak to you with those lovely words, but it would never happen.

“He was probably just wondering why I can’t be so open with him like I am with everyone else,” You sigh. “I know I don’t belong here. You’re gorgeous and way above my social status. The other guys in our group are all very attractive as well, I’m the only one who sticks out like a sore thumb, but I guess I just have to deal with it!”

You fake a smile, regretting a little that you opened up too much. 

“Y/N, is that really how you’ve been feeling this whole time?” Yona asks, her voice now softer at your confession.

“It’s alright, really. I’m used to it by now, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to say that all right now. Everything’s okay!”

“No, everything’s not okay. Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I know. I don’t care if you think your extra weight makes you ugly compared to the rest of us, that doesn’t make a difference in my eyes and Jae-ha would be a fool to have that be a difference to him as well! Tell him how you feel! He would treat you like royalty.” Yona explains, a little enraged that you’ve been feeling this way all this time without her realizing it, “And I know we come from different backgrounds, but out here, we’re all the same. You and I are on the same level. You’re my best friend, and that won’t ever change! You are one of us, part of the happy hungry bunch! It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thank you, Princess Yona. You’ve been a great blessing to me and I’m so very grateful to be your friend,” You smile slightly, but it falls again when you think of Jae-ha. “It seems that Jae-ha only goes for thin, beautiful women though. I can’t imagine him directing those compliments to me when I’m the complete opposite of all those women…I- I guess I just wish he could see me as a beautiful woman despite my weight. Even if it was only for a second.”

Yona once again assures you that you are indeed beautiful and that nothing is wrong with you. She was a little lost for words on what else she could say to help you feel better, she just wished you could see yourself the way that she saw you–a beautiful woman, inside and out. 

“If I’m so beautiful, then why won’t he look at me the way I want him to?” You shout in frustration, a little too loudly.

Your conversation is cut short though as the sound of shuffling is heard from outside the tent, along with the distant murmuring of the rest of the boys who were still awake, engaged in small talk.

“Will you both shut your mouths? I’m trying to sleep here. Y/N stop being a wimp and just confess to him already. You’ll never know until you at least try!” Yoon groans out with a huff, before light snores escape his mouth once again. 

“He’s right,” Yona whispers now, not wanting to awaken the tempered boy again, “But I guess this can all wait for another day. Let’s sleep, it’s getting pretty late.”

You both yawn at the same time and laugh lightly to yourselves. Perhaps it could wait…

Sleep consumes Yona pretty quickly, but your mind is plagued with a million thoughts that keep you up all night. It would be a tough day tomorrow.

…

The next day, your journey together continues as you finish packing up the last of your camp and continue forward. 

Yona and Hak had run up ahead of everyone else in the early morning to get in some more arrow shooting practice while the rest of you moved to catch up at a decent pace. You lagged behind a bit, lost in thought of everything you spoke about last night.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to run into a tree and ruin your beautiful face, now would we?” The sudden voice of the man you were thinking of, startles you back to reality along with the gentle touch of his arms around your shoulder, guiding you around a tree that you were seconds from walking straight into.

But all you could think about now was the presence of his warmth on your shoulder along with a word you had always longed to hear addressed to you–beautiful.

“Huh?” You ask a little frazzled, trying to control your breathing from his still present arms around you.

“You almost ran into the tree back there,” He smiles, now removing his arms from around your shoulders and awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

You both were now lagging behind the group who had finally joined back up with Yona and Hak. Yona sends you a quick thumbs up from afar, mouthing a ‘good luck,’ with a wink.

“Thank you,” you mumble to Jae-ha, ignoring Yona’s cheekiness, and continuing to walk to the rest of the group with your eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t tell him.

You hear the man sigh behind you before firm arms pick you up bridal-style, and jump into the air as you let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his chest from being so high up. You were surprised that he was even able to lift you, but I guess all the dragons were fairly strong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest–both from the sudden action of being in the air, but also from being in close proximity to your crush. You could hear his own heart hammering in his chest, probably from having the fatigue of jumping while carrying something heavy (at least that’s what you think, his heart is definitely pounding for other reasons).

You can hear the distant joyful hollering of Yona and Zeno from afar, praising the green-headed man for his bold actions, to which Jae-ha chuckles at. It isn’t long until you’re safe on the ground again, far enough from the group now to have some privacy together. Jae-ha sets you down as you timidly scoot away from him and sit on the grass, trying to calm yourself down.

“What’d you do that for?” You ask hesitantly.

“A little bird told me that you’ve been talking down on yourself, is that true?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoid his eyes. You physically couldn’t look him in the eyes, you were far too embarrassed. Where had he heard that from?

He takes a seat beside you, gently reaching for a strand of your hair and admiring it as he twists it between his fingers. You’re frozen in shock. What was going on? 

His hand abandons your hair and gently grabs your chin to face him as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“And I’d love to know where you heard that I wasn’t completely infatuated by your beauty,” he teases.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“In fact, I love every inch of you, from the plumpness of your thighs to the softness of your stomach, your magnificent chest, and your puffy cheeks. You’re absolutely enchanting– a diamond among stones,” he continues.

“Your eyes, they outshine the beauty of any other woman in this land, you know why? Because they belong to you. I don’t care how big you think you are, but never talk like that about yourself again.” There was a certain sternness behind his voice now, as if he was really serious and hurt that you would think so badly of yourself.

“How did you-”

“I heard everything last night, Y/N. You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not just burst into that tent and tell you everything right then and there. But I’m here now, and I can’t move forward until you know how much I love you. You’re beautiful and I won’t have you think otherwise.”

You were beyond baffled.

“All this out of nowhere? You’re always off fawning over all the beauties in town, but never at me. You’re just saying this to make me feel better, right? Well, it’s okay. I do like you, Jae-ha, but I don’t need your pity. You don’t need to like me back, I’ll be o-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of Jae-ha’s lips on yours. You can feel the emotion behind them as he was almost desperate to show you how real his feelings for you were. You lean into him, wrapping your own arms around him now, fully into the steamy kiss.

He pulls aways with a pant, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he laughs. “I hope you believe me now.”

“And to answer your question, I didn’t want to scare you off. I know how bold I can be, and a part of me loved watching you from afar, loving, admiring you in secret. It was exhilarating trying not to get caught,” he confesses. 

Yona’s words from that night echo in your head of how she had seen him watching you a few times. He really did like you…

“I’m surprised you never caught my wandering eyes. We need to work on you being more aware of your surroundings, darling. What if it was some other man gawking at you, and not me? Not that I’d let that happen…but still.” There he goes again with his teasing.

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” you mumble, very embarrassed by all his words. You still couldn’t believe it, it was like all your dreams became a reality over-night.

Was this a dream? Because if it was, you never wanted to wake up. You cuddle further into him, hiding the heat that was quickly rushing to your face. You were overwhelmed, but in a good way. His own arms slither around you in a tight embrace.

“This is real right? You’re not just saying all this?”

“Of course this is all real, darling. And I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it. You’re under my care now,” He whispers that last part and leaves a peck to the top of your head. 

“I’ll take good care of you,” he confirms again, making sure you know it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/24/2023

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[lycheelune]

Day 2 (posted late again) of my one shot + drawing October challenge, golden.

Accompanying one shot fic is here!

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[like-rain-or-confetti]

Sleep In (Deidara x Reader)

Deidara groggily opened his eyes to the sight of your bare back. He smiled. Even if he couldn't see your face, you were the most beautiful thing in this world and he was fairly confident the next world too. Your left arm was tucked under your body whilst your right was cuddling the corner of the covers. Deidara was conscientious as he reached out his hand. Softly, he ran his fingers up your spine until he reaches your neck. His fingertips brushed through your hair as his fingers moved with the curve of your back to your neck. He was careful not to wake you, not because he was worried you'd be angry that he woke you. That was actually far from his mind. It was more that he wanted to the moment to never end. Having you so relaxed, peaceful and safe beside him. Deidara ran his fingers back down your spine and lingered between your shoulder blades. A soft exhale escaped you as you stirred. "Dei...?" You mumbled, too tired to even so much as roll over. "Hey, hun." Deidara took the opportunity to close the gap between you both and cuddled into your back. 

You felt soft kisses being planted up in the tip of your spine as his arms wound around your body. "Go back to sleep." You mumbled something about the time. Deidara replied "It's around eight."  You let out a tired groan. "I gotta get up." "No, you don't." Deidara said quietly, as he tightened his hold on you. "You need to stay here with me." You shook your head barely managing out a protest. You sat up, aiming to get out of bed only to have two muscular arms wind around you and pull you back down. "I'm not finished loving you!" He said loudly.  You couldn't help but giggle at that. Unexpectedly, Deidara rolled onto you, almost crushing you to the bed, face down. "Uh, that is cheating!" You managed out. "No, it's not." He said quietly. "So you plan to smother me to death?" You asked. "Nah, just block your air way long enough that you'll give in." Deidara smiled when he felt you laugh underneath him.

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[sentinelpri]

When The Smoke Clears

Deidara winces as he sits on the giant bird he’s made of C4 clay, Sasori sat behind him. One of Sasori’s hands is gripping Deidara’s matted shirt for dear life while the other is trailing up and down Deidara’s body. A green glow emits against the night sky of the sand village as they make their escape from the jutsu Sasori is using to heal Deidara’s wounds. 

He wonders where Sasori learned such a thing, but he doesn’t ask. There’s a lot of questions he knows better than to spring on the older (?) man lest he get jabbed with poison. So, he sits there, debating on what to say. At the very least, the silence is uncomfortable. Both of them are low on Chakra, and yet, Sasori is using what little of it he has left to heal the stab wounds Deidara has from Kakashi the Copy Ninja’s kunai. Thousands of feet beneath them, Deidara can hear the chaos coming from The Sand Village. 

“Hm, Sasori, I’m surprised you got us out of that one,” Deidara mutters and scratches his chin. His other hand is used to steer the clay bird. Said bird is flying them back to The Hidden Rain Village where the Akatsuki’s base is, but he knows they’ll have to stop soon to recover their Chakra. Hell, they don’t even have enough Chakra to contact Pein through telepathy jutsu. The image of Sasori sacrificing Hiruko plays back in his mind. Naruto, the ninth Jinchuriki, sent a flying Rasengan Deidara’s way. Deidara had no time to dodge, but before it could hit, Sasori exited Hiruko and sent the puppet in Deidara’s direction to take the hit. Deidara wishes he knew why. “We lost the Kazekage before we could harvest the Jinchuriki, but at least we’re alive, right?”

“I’m surprised we’re alive right now, and I doubt we will be for much longer when the boss sees us, but I suppose we may as well enjoy what time we have left,” Sasori muses with a small smile.

“Well, that’s the point of life, hm,” Deidara grins back. Sasori finishes healing him and snatches his hand away. The one hand is still grasping at what’s left of the back of Deidara’s undershirt. His Akatsuki cloak is long gone, blown to shreds in one of his many explosions. Sasori’s is somehow still intact, draped over his lithe body. “To enjoy it because it’s such a fleeting thing!”

“I sometimes envy that perspective of yours, as much as I’ve also grown to despise it,” Sasori shakes his head, still smiling.

His smile is an odd sight. It’s not one that Deidara sees all that often, to be honest, but he likes it just as much as he likes the rest of Sasori. As much as they tend to clash, he swears that most of it is just acting on their part to keep up the facade of hating each other so they don’t have to admit they’re true feelings. But, there’s a good chance that with this being one of many failed missions in the last couple years, Pein will finally get sick of their shit and choose to do away with them. Deidara decides he may as well blow up the facade while he still has the time to.

“So, think we’ll die in a few days when we get back to base?” Deidara half-jokes.

“Mm, probably. At least if Pein can figure out how to kill me.”

“He doesn’t know?”

“I haven’t told him the details, no,” Sasori shrugs. 

“How come I know and he doesn’t know?”

“You’re my partner. My anatomy is important information for you to know in case something ever happens and you need to rebuild my body for me,” Sasori tries to justify. He thinks Deidara is an idiot, and Deidara knows that, but he doesn’t really care. Most people think he’s dumber than he really is, anyway. There’s a deeper reason than them being partners and tonight, as they leave The Sand Village, he’s determined to find out exactly what it is. “For Pein, however, it bears no relevance- at least not in any way that could benefit the both of us- just him when he eventually decides he’s ready to dispose of me.”

“Hm,” Deidara settles on that answer for now and thinks about the rest of the Akatsuki. Encountering them when he gets back is going to suck to say the least, perhaps even more than Pein’s unbridled fury. “I’m dreading seeing him when we get back.”

“Pein?” Sasori asks and raises an eyebrow.

“No, Itachi,” Deidara grumbles with a roll of his eyes. Sasori is allowed to see both of them, even if his scope and genjutsu training are still incomplete, so he removes his scope and puts it in the large bag that he keeps strapped to his hip. He blinks, relieved to have that damn thing off for once, even if he knows that he’s going to have to put it back on the moment he gets back to base if he wants to feel even remotely comfortable around Itachi. “That little shit annoys the hell outta me.”

“I can’t seem to understand why.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re exactly like him.”

“I doubt that’s true. At the very least, as much as we bicker, you seem to enjoy being in the same room as me,” Sasori points out. He’s not necessarily wrong, either. “When it comes to Itachi, being around him for more than a few minutes upsets you considerably.”

“It makes me break out in a stress rash!” Deidara defends with a pout and scratches his arms. Some of his charcoal nail polish chips off. “Seriously, it’s still really bad.”

“I know. If you’ll recall, you made me rub aloe vera on it last night because you’re still recovering from the one you got when Itachi saw us off.”

Deidara flashes back to last night. They camped out by The Land of Rivers together in one tent. His stress rash was bothering him, but he hates the texture of creams and gels on his fingers, so he asked Sasori to put his aloe on. Surprisingly enough, the redhead acquiesced. It was a little too intimate for two men who are merely supposed to be work partners. Neither of them brought it up then.

“I didn’t make you. I asked, and you agreed.”

“Touche,” Sasori shrugs.

Silence. They’re coming towards the border of The Land of Wind fast. There’s no sign of civilization around and the only things that Deidara can hear now are the flapping of his clay bird’s wings and the gusts of wind that blow past them. Tonight, he feels contemplative and he doesn’t know why. He glances back at Sasori; at feminine taupe eyes adorned with long eyelashes, at too-perfect lips, at fluffy auburn hair and at porcelain skin. Sasori’s anatomy is fascinating. His face still appears to be very much human despite the fact that he’s mostly made of wood. There are many parts about his anatomy that Deidara still fails to understand despite them having known each other for more than five years now. Then again, there’s still a lot of things about Sasori that Deidara fails to understand in general. He’s learned not to ask too many questions.

But, if they’re going to die soon, he might as well.

“If there’s a chance we’re going to die when we return to base and let Pain know about the failed mission, can I ask you something?”

“We don’t have to be at death’s door for you to ask me a question, brat,” Sasori says with a roll of his eyes. He’s pretty, Deidara thinks. “It’s as I said before, you seem like the early death type. You’re reckless and stupid, and while anyone could die any day, you’re at an especially high risk for that. You may as well live your life to the fullest and ask me whatever you want. It’s not like you try to spare my feelings with all of the other offensive nonsense you spew to me about my art, anyway.”

The blond stares straight forward instead of continuing to look back at Sasori. They’re going to have to land soon.

The night sky is clear of clouds and of city pollution. The dark indigo blanket washes over them in a warm, familiar manner that makes Deidara think of the nights he used to spend with Kurotsuchi back in The Stone Village, watching the stars after missions. She must despise him now, he thinks, but he doesn’t care. They were never much more than teammates, anyway.

“If that’s the case, then I’d like to ask… Hm… First, I’d like to ask why you let me see your face.”

“It’s uncomfortable remaining in Hiruko twenty four hours a day. What of it?” Sasori asks like it’s nothing when hardly anyone else in the Akatsuki has seen his true face.

“Uncomfortable? You’re literally a human puppet, Sasori. From my understanding, you don’t feel pain let alone discomfort anymore!”

“I suppose you’re correct,” Sasori admits, then continues. Instead of gripping Deidara’s shirt, he’s settled for loosely wrapping his arms around Deidara’s waist from behind. His hands rest on the blond’s abdomen and his chin rests on the blond’s shoulder. Though it makes Deidara’s cheeks flush bright pink underneath the moonlight, he doesn’t point it out. Sasori will probably claim that he’s only doing it to stay secure on the bird. “Well, you are my partner. It’s important for you to know what I look like in case of an emergency.”

“Then can I ask you something else?”

“Fire away.”

“You refer to me as if I’m a lot younger than you, but you look about my age. How old are you?”

“Thirty five,” Sasori answers plainly. Deidara’s jaw goes slack. “You?”

“Nineteen, almost twenty…” He trails off. If Sasori could design himself however he wanted, why would he opt for looking like a teenager instead of an older adult like Pein, Konan, or Orochimaru? Then, he thinks about it a little more. Eternal beauty and all of that has always been Sasori’s motivation. Maybe the older man thinks that youth translates to art somehow. Deidara doesn’t understand that. People changing, evolving, and eventually dying through their lifetime is what makes them art pieces. The way life is so short-lived is what makes it beautiful. He himself appreciates his youth because he knows it’ll only last so long. Sasori, however, decided he wanted to stay youthful forever regardless of the fact that he lives like a bitter old man. “Well, now that I think about it, if I turned myself into a puppet, I guess I’d make myself appear as I did in my prime, too… Not that I’d ever do that. The whole point of life is that you’re supposed to live in the moment because the moment is just that- a moment! Short lived! Life is a fleeting explosion! Then again, I guess we don’t ever see eye to eye on that.”

“Any more questions?”

Deidara pauses. He could probably make a list of at least a hundred questions that he’s wanted to ask Sasori in the years since their partnership started, but there’s one big one that would be at the top of said list. Every night they’re out somewhere they have to camp out at or stay in a hotel, Sasori doesn’t sleep. Sasori’s body apparently doesn’t require it. When Deidara first heard that fact, he assumed that Sasori purposefully engineered his new puppet body that way so he could spend more time working on puppets. And maybe that’s true. But if that’s the case, why instead of working on his creepy puppet projects does Sasori sit beside wherever Deidara is sleeping and watch him? Deidara can feel those taupe eyes every single night before he goes to sleep. It’s creepy yet somehow comforting. Sasori cares.

“You watch me at night, hm,” Deidara mumbles, his voice quieter now. “Why?”

He feels Sasori’s body tense behind him.

“...What?” The redhead asks, and for once, he sounds dumbfounded.

“You watch me at night, and it’s been that way for a very long time. I want to know why you do it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sasori snaps in an attempt to dissuade Deidara from pressing the issue. There’s a slightly rough growl to his voice, which is usually soft and melodic. “You stupid brat.”

Deidara shakes his head.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice, so don’t lie to me! I’m not as ignorant as you think I am, and I’m not that kid you met five years ago anymore either! So, adult to adult, if there’s a chance of one or both of us dying by Pein’s hand soon, I think you owe me the truth.”

After he’s done, he lets out a big huff. Unsurprisingly, Sasori ignores his argument and points down to what looks like an abandoned cabin a few hundred feet below. The matte green of the older man’s fingernail polish glimmers underneath the moonlight.

“We should stop and set up camp for the night. I think this is a good spot,” Sasori states plainly, though there’s an edge of nervousness to his voice that neither of them acknowledge out loud. It reminds Deidara of the few times he’s seen Sasori struggling in battle. “Stop here. Now.”

“Are you just going to ignore what I asked you after telling me I could ask you whatever I want?” Deidara snaps, but he still listens to Sasori’s command and flies the clay bird down to the ground. 

They climb off with Sasori helping Deidara because of the injuries he sustained during the fight that have left him sore and weak. Neither of them bring that up, either. Sasori just walks towards the cabin with Deidara following behind him after he dispels the C4 bird.

“I said you could ask me whatever you wanted, not that I’d answer,” Sasori finally replies. The cabin is seemingly empty, no signs of life anywhere. The door is unlocked and most of the shit inside has collected dust, which is a tell tale sign that they won’t have to worry about anyone coming by any time soon. Deidara just stares at Sasori as the redhead puts their bags in the corner and removes his cloak. He doesn’t expect Sasori to say anything else, but then, Sasori turns with a cold expression and threatens him. “If you keep prying for answers with those eyes of yours, I’ll jab you with poison.”

“Do it, then,” Deidara taunts and walks towards Sasori, placing his hands on his shoulders. Sasori squints his eyes. One of his hands, both of which are made entirely of wood from Deidara’s understanding, is placed on Deidara’s chest, just below his neck. Sasori’s pointer finger brushes his tan skin. It’s intimate- at least until the tip of Sasori’s wooden finger pops off to reveal a pointed knife that he presses against the blond’s pulse. It doesn’t break skin, but the pressure of it acts as a warning. Deidara gulps. He’s confident that there’s some sort of deadly poison in it; there is in almost all of Sasori’s weapons. It would be easy enough for Sasori to kill him, bury his body outside of the cabin, and tell Pein that he died during the mission, that his body wasn’t able to be recovered because he blew himself up. But Sasori doesn’t make the move to do it. He stands there, looking Deidara in the eye. Taupe burns into sky blue. “You’re hesitating. So, you were just bluffing to get me to shut up, hm? It’s unlike you to waste so much time, Sasori.”

“You’re a fool, Deidara,” Sasori hisses and withdraws. Then, he screws his fingertip back onto the middle of his pointer finger like you would the end of a mechanical pencil. If not for the context, Deidara would’ve found it humorous. “One of these days, you’ll get yourself killed by someone less merciful than me.”

“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it? I’ll be the last art piece I get to make,” Deidara grins and lays down on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Assuming that you’re in enough control of the circumstances to blow yourself up,” Sasori dresses down to his pants and sits down next to Deidara on the floor. The blond stares up at him as he rambles about poison. “If I’d decided to poison you just then, you would’ve been done for. The poison that I keep in my finger blades is tetrodotoxin; a toxin poison found in ocean fish and reptiles. I used my Chakra to strengthen its effects, meaning that the second it’s in your system, you’re paralyzed and doomed to die within minutes. You really should be more careful.”

“Being careful isn’t living,” Deidara retorts.

Sasori looks away. His cheeks are flushed red. His joints creak with each little movement he makes, but it’s a familiar sound that Deidara has grown used to over the years.

“I see.”

“You care about me, don’t you?” 

Sasori hesitates and stares straight ahead in an attempt to avoid Deidara’s gaze, but it doesn’t work. The anxiety he’s apparently feeling about this conversation rolls off of him in waves as he swallows deeply and tries to conjure up some sort of believable answer. Meanwhile, Deidara lies there, smirking to himself.

Was being a nosy bitch all he had to do to leave Sasori embarrassed and speechless all these years?

Honestly, he should’ve thought of trying it sooner.

“No. I don’t care about anyone. I got rid of what emotions I had left a very long time ago.”

“You’re lying.”

“Who are you to tell me that I’m lying? You have no idea.”

“I do, though! I’ve seen your art, Sasori, and I sure as hell don’t agree with it, but artists don’t create with no feeling,” Deidara debates rather loudly and sits up. He stretches his legs out, crosses one over the other, and rests most of his weight behind him on his palms. The old rug on the floor is itchy and uncomfortable. “You have emotions. Just because you’re a weird fucking puppet doesn’t mean you’re absolved from the human parts of you that are left.”

“Let’s say you’re right. I’m still cognizant of my emotions after all this time and I do, in fact, care about you. Why does any of that matter to you?”

Deidara blinks and stares over at Sasori, dumbfounded. He’s had a puppy dog crush on Sasori since he was fourteen, but up until recently, Sasori never seemed to reciprocate. Now, Sasori does, and now, that puppy dog crush has turned into something considerably deeper. Sasori is his partner. They bicker, they fight, and they clash on a fundamental level, but they’re partners. So, they love each other. They defend each other to the death, spend all their free time together, and laugh together, too. Why not ask about all of that if there’s a chance they’re going to die soon anyway? Why not act on the feelings they’re both harboring for each other? Why not live in the moment?

“Why do you think, dumbass?” He snarks in disbelief.

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“Maybe it’s because I care about you too and it’d be nice if you reciprocated out loud for once.”

“...Ah. Is that what this is, then?” Sasori mutters and scratches his chin. “You have some sort of feelings for me that you want to feel secure in confessing because you’re afraid of rejection?” 

“I’m not afraid of rejection,” Deidara clarifies with a sardonic laugh. “It’s nothing new to me.”

“Then state your intentions or drop the subject,” Sasori demands and looks over at him, eyes sharp and rosy lips quivering with emotion. “You know I hate it when you waste my time like this, and it feels like this conversation has been ongoing for hours.”

“Fine,” Deidara gulps and throws his hands up in defeat. “I’m in love with you!”

“You’re in love with me,” Sasori blinks and raises his eyebrows. Deidara doesn’t miss how the puppet master scoots a little closer to him. “Why?”

“You’re an artist, hm… You’re a piece of art, too. You’re gorgeous. You take care of me. And I think part of you loves me back.”

Sasori laughs quietly to himself. It’s odd to hear him laugh, but it’s nice. Deidara thinks he could get used to the sound.

“It’s humorous to hear you acknowledge me as art when our opinions on what can be defined as art are so different,” Sasori reaches out. He takes a lock of Deidara’s long blond hair between two of his fingers and starts to play with it. The sensation it brings is calming, even if one of those fingers is the same one that almost poisoned him with the blade of a hidden knife just a few minutes ago. Deidara leans into the touch. “And isn’t it cruel to only love me because you think I reciprocate? Is love not supposed to be unconditional?”

“No one has ever loved me before you. I don’t think you realize the impact that it has.”

“What, didn’t you have parents?” Sasori scoffs.

“No. They died so early on that I don’t remember them, so I was bounced in and out of orphanages and foster care. I never fit in back in school, never made friends. The only reason I didn’t end up dead or homeless was because of my art. It was useful enough- beautiful enough- for the village to want to keep me around so they could use me. But then, I got sick of it and left, and… Then I met you, and whether you want to admit it or not, you’ve loved me from the start.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“You watch over me when I sleep. You heal me when I get injured on missions, even if the injuries aren’t severe. You using your Chakra on me is a big enough gesture as it is, but then there are other times where you pay for my food without me asking or sew up my cloak when it gets torn. You don’t love through your words and your face doesn’t tell me much either, but you love through your actions. You wouldn’t do any of that for anyone else in the Akatsuki.”

“You’re right, but is basic decency really your definition of love? I just treat you like a proper partner. Pein and Konan as well as Itachi and Kisame are more friendly to each other than I am to you,” Sasori tries to play it off. “If that’s your definition of true love, you’ll have to forgive me for being a little concerned about your ability to use context clues.”

“Shut up,” Deidara snaps and rolls his eyes at Sasori. Of course, he’s trying to have a serious conversation for once and the older man is implying that he’s stupid or naive. “Does this even change anything? Us knowing that we love each other?”

“Well, no,” Sasori answers with a blank expression. “I think we both already knew. But, only time will tell… Assuming that Pein lets us have that time after he hears about how we fumbled the Jinchuriki capture.”

“Right,” Deidara sighs. 

“What you should focus on right now is getting some rest. We have a long journey come tomorrow.”

“And you’ll watch over me?”

Sasori smiles back at him.

“As always.”

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[shipping-all-ships]

Akatsuki Roommates AU

The front door banged up open while Deidara was on the leather couch scrolling through twitter, slamming hard against the wall from the kick it had received.

“We’re back, fuckers!” Hidan announced as he sauntered in, a mannequin under one arm and an ice-cream cone in his other hand.

“Kakuzu is going to kill you for putting a hole in the wall, hm.” Deidara said, glancing up from his phone in time to see Sasori enter, two mannequin’s in his arms, and kick the door closed with his foot. “Welcome back, Danna.”

Sasori gave no acknowledgement, throwing his mannequin’s down onto the foyer floor and kneeling, starting to strip them and asses their limbs. Hidan tossed his own onto the pile before turning to glare at Deidara.

“What bullshit, I don’t get a welcome back?” Hidan gripped, slinking over to the couch and leaning against the back, one arm slinging around Deidara’s shoulder and a wide grin stretching across his face. “You know, blondie, I really like hanging out with your man. He’s cool and he even brought me ice-cream. I think I might be in love. He’s our man now.”

Deidara rolled his eyes, irritation and possession crawling under his skin. “Get off, your heavy.”

“Rude. Our man didn’t say that when I leaned on him,” Hidan said, brining the cone to his mouth for a lick, only for Deidara to lean in and bite off the pile of ice-cream on top. Hidan stared at the cone in shock. “My ice-cream.”

“Our ice-cream.” Deidara managed to say around his mouthful, trying not to grimace at the feel of the cold food on his teeth.

“You dick! Give me that back!” Hidan yelled, quickly shoving himself over the back of the couch and onto Deidara, resulting in both of them ending up on the floor, barely missing the coffee table.

They wrestled for a few moments before Hidan got Deidara pinned and squished his cheeks with one hand, leaning down to lick into Deidara’s mouth. Deidara shrieked, which just opened his mouth more, which let more of Hidan’s tongue into his mouth. 

Deidara managed to throw him off, skittering away and wailing in agony, wiping at his tongue. “You licked my mouth! Danna, he frenched me!” 

“You shouldn’t have stole my ice-cream, bitch!” Hidan said around his now mouthful of ice-cream, looking around at the carpet. “Fuck, where did the rest go?”

“Kakuzu is going to kill you for getting ice-cream on his couch and carpet.” Sasori said, finally looking up from his work. There was a pile of clothes in his arms, as well as two seperate piles of mannequin parts. “The couch is easy to wipe off but that carpet is an antique and will likely stain.”

“Fuck me!” Hidan groaned, flopping back onto the floor and glancing under the couch. “Oh, there it is.”

Sasori watched him pick up the cone and start eating it before turning to Deidara. “Here, you can have these. There kids sizes but you never wear real shirts that fit anyway.”

Deidara immediately stopped his wailing, brightening up as he hurried over to Sasori. “Really? Thank you, Danna! I’ve been meaning to go shopping for new shirts, hm!”

His current shirt was a hot pink crop top that read Baby Slut in glittering purple letters, so Sasori agreed with that assessment, even if the shirt was true.

“Wow, you got over that shit fast,” Hidan commented, watching as Sasori gathered up his mannequin parts and Deidara was assessing each shirt. He was still on the floor and munching on his cone.

Both men began to make their way upstairs, leaving Hidan alone until a dark shadow appeared from the kitchen doorway.

“Hidan, what the fuck did you do to my carpet?!”

#naruto #akatsuki #deidara #sasori #hidan #fanfiction #modern sasori steals mannequins from stores and hidan assists him #hidan is a menace and that's why sasori needs him #also he's not afraid to go back to prison like SOME PEOPLE (cough kisame cough) #they have their canon ages so sasori is a deceptively young looking 35 hidan is 23 and deidara is the baby at 19 #i would make this a full story but it might just be a collection of in universe oneshots lol

[13as07]

Object #1

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to sajol201460]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,228

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I have no relational explanation for this short series besides the reoccurring thought of being the akatsuki's free-use doll so sorry not sorry

Characters: Pain/Nagato, Konan, and Sasori

Sadism (biting, choking, hair pulling, slapping)

Blood Play (licking up blood)

Nicknames: Princess, Good Girl, Master, Sir, Lap Dog, Mutt, Puppet

Domination (varies levels)

Oral/Fingering

Cock-warming

Degrading (object, cumdump, whore, bitch, dumb, disgusting)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Bondage (wrist restraints)

Creampie/Cum Shot

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The feeling of teeth grazing my inner thigh roughly snaps me out of sleep. "Who's..." I start, my head still foggy with sleep. My hands sink down my body, being met with a head of hair as I try to push the person off of me.

"Knock it off, Princess," Nagato's voice rings out before his teeth sink back into the tissue of my leg.

As the fog of sleep slips away, my senses start to wake up, painting the unseen picture in the dark room. My thighs tingle in pain, a promise that Nagato has been nibbling at them for a while. His arms are wrapped around my legs, keeping them in place as he does as he pleases.

His room is mostly silent, the only noise being the suction of his mouth on my skin. I shouldn't call it his room, it's our room - unofficially. I don't have a room in the hideout; another degrading reminder that I'm not viewed as a person by its members. I'm not a person here, I'm an object, something to be used as wanted by the murderous group.

Nagato's jaw relaxes for a second, a gentle kiss being pressed into me before his teeth clamp down on the same spot. The warmth of my blood trickles out this time, proof that my skin has been ripped by our lovely leader. Their leader.

I do not leave the grounds of the hide-out unless Pain requests my presence or he accompanies me. I do not fight for whatever cause he formed the group around. I do get to spend my day as I please, filling my time as I wait to be used again. I do not get a say in what happens or when. I am here to be used, to ease the member's needs, to be a warm body for Nagato to sleep next to.

I do get whatever I want; jewels, clothes, food, entertainment, company. Outside of being used, the answer is always yes. I do get to leave on request. My life has led me to many beautiful sights, all it takes is me to ask. I believe it's a fair trade, how wouldn't it be? Most of the time I get pleased as the members' needs are met and I get treated as a princess, as Pain's nickname for me signifies.

"Good girl," he mumbles against the torn skin, his tongue sliding out to lick it up.

Once the blood is done leaking out of my wound, Pain shifts his attention to my other thigh and quickly lives up to his name. Bites are littered over my skin until he finds the spot that satisfies his requirements. He goes back to his favorite pastime, bruising my skin with his teeth until it gives away and tears.

I let my mind wander, trying to keep my focus off the sizzling pain between my legs. With Nagato keeping the room so dark I never know how early or late it is. Is my day starting early? Or right on time? Is it even the daytime? Perhaps it's the nighttime and Nagato simply needs some relief.

"Pull your head out of the clouds," he orders, a usual demand from him. Pain thrives on attention, most notably mine, as do most of the members.

I do as I'm told, despite my want to ignore him. As I focus back on my metaphorical leash holder, the burning from my marks fills my head again. His hands push up my nightgown, resting it just below my chest. The chilled air of the room brushes over my usual bareness.

I don't see a point in keeping myself covered if I'm going to spend a good chunk of my day uncovered. This mindset has led to a lack of underwear and a lot of dresses and skirts.

Fingers ghost over my pussy as Nagato nibbles his way up my stomach. Not many of the members are gentle with me, but a good handful are nice, occasionally pleasing or stretching me to take them easier. Part of me thinks it's cause they care, but most of me knows it's so they don't hurt me. What use does a broken toy have, even if it is your favorite?

     "You'll be my breakfast today," Pain whispers into my skin, kissing his way back down my body. "Stay still, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir," I answer back, sliding my hands into his hair. I keep my fingers light, not wanting him to misinterpret it. He doesn't, which means he's in a good mood today.

     Nagato's lip piercings snag as he dips down, tearing a strip of skin on my stomach. This seems to only improve his mood, small licks working to clean up the accidental mess. When he's happy with his clean-up duty, his head jumps down to hover over my pussy. "Princess?"

     "Naga?" I hum out, testing the waters for today.

     He stills for a moment, processing the nickname. The thought of today being good is set in stone when Pain presses a kiss into my torso. "I would like to hear about your plans for today."

     "Well, Sasori is off duty today so I'm sure I'll spend a good chunk of it with him," I say, starting my ramble. I don't know why but Nagato seems to like hearing my voice as he pleases me.

     A reward for my compliance comes, a soft lick to my clitoris. Once the kitty lick is over, Pain wraps his mouth around it, gently sucking on me. "I'll probably take a hot shower when Sasori gets bored of me. He tends to leave a mess." He hums a slight encouragement to keep going. The vibrations jerk my legs closed, squeezing the head of the man between my thighs.

     A pop fills the room when I'm released from Nagato's mouth, signifying the end of his gentleness for now. "How disappointing," he mutters to himself before dipping back down.

     This time around his head doesn't hover as much. He dives right in, head buried deep to ensure his face piercings snag on me. They do snag, tugging at the skin of my pussy as he continues his meal.

      Pain sets a constant pace, his tongue swirling around the rim of my hole a couple of times before dipping the tip of it in. His head nods, his nose clumsily rubbing my clit, and his piercings tugging on my folds as he moves. The constant snagging releases small sparks of pain, not enough to hurt but enough to cause discomfort.

     "Continue," he orders, his hot breath coating my growing slick.

     "I... um..." The words stick in my throat as I flutter my eyes shut, in an attempt to focus out my sentence.

     "Why are you being difficult today?" He asks, head lifting to look at me. "I'm being nice because you had a rough day yesterday and you can't even obey enough to watch me please you."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, blinking my eyes open and coasting them downward.

     A hum of disapproval leaves his lips, quickly followed by his tongue poking out. It slides over my clit again, this time with a lot more pressure. "Perhaps we need to take a trip. Maybe you're being used too much. You shall pick a place by dinner." The order is clipped and matter-of-fact. Nothing more than needed maintenance.

     "If you act like this all day, we might have to leave tomorrow. You will be sore," his tone is calm, still even, and straight to the point. "Continue."

     Nagato's head dips down again, this time hovering so that the metal punched into his face doesn't cause me more discomfort. It's a bit disappointing since his tongue can't plunge as deep as it could before, but I don't complain. Pain is right, he is being rather nice today.

     "I... I might... reread my newest book," my eyes flicker with the sentence but I make sure they don't stay closed too long. I don't want my orgasm to be taken away, especially since it might be the only one I get today.

     "Reread?" He asks, tongue stopping long enough to get the word out. Naga starts nodding his head again, stimulating my clit as he slurps me up.

     "Ya... I... finished it yesterday." My fingers tighten around the red locks wrapped up in my hands.

     Pain stales for a second, eyes glancing up at me in a warning before he goes back to pleasing me. "Do you not have another?"

     I hum a no, trying to focus on not letting my legs shake. I hate how easily I cum, the disadvantage being courtesy of nonexistent attention to my needs most days. "No... I finished... all my new... books." My heavy breath fills my ears as my lungs pump faster.

     Naga shifts back up, his mouth wrapping around my clit again. The feeling of him sucking on me and his tongue swirling over it is enough to finish me off. Despite my efforts, my legs cage his head again and my hands shove his face down further.

     His hands rub my thighs as he stays put, letting me do as I please, not for very long though. As soon as my pleasure is washed out of me, dripping down Pain's chin, I'm met with a pissed of Akatsuki member. "You are quite the disappointment today. You will not get any more attention from me today."

     That's a lie and we both know it. Before bed tonight he'll be buried between my thighs again. If I wake up to head, I'll be put to sleep with head too. After all, Nagato is a man of routine.

     "I shall be back," he tells me before climbing out of our bed. My eyes trail after him, enjoying his bare back as he walks away.

     With the attention-hungry man off the bed, I let my eyes close once again. The couple minutes of peace soak into my body, almost putting me back to sleep. "We are awake for the day. Be awake," my needy master says, tugging me to the edge of the mattress.

     "I am awake," I mock, sitting up straight.

     Pain is pissed again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looks at me. Like I said, he's a man of routine. Every semi-nice thing he does for me is followed by unprovoked anger.

     He drops what he's holding into my lap before leaving me again for the closet. I look at the pile of cloth now present in my view. It's Pain's - unofficial - favorite skirt and one of his nightshirts.

     Maybe he doesn't think I need a break, maybe he's just pissy I've been busy with the other members of his 'Make the World Great Again' group. I don't know though, Pain is too bi-polar for me to keep up with his mood swings, let alone what he wants.

     When Nagato flips the lights on, the room starts buzzing with us getting ready for the day.

     It's the same routine every day. Pain picks my clothes, then his clothes, somehow 'accidentally' matching me every day, even if you can't see it under his robes. He dresses me, and then himself before doing my hair in whatever way he wishes. The last stop of the morning is his steady hand painting my face before he does his eyeliner. The whole time I stay under his feet, following him around the room as he moves around.

     On days I get used enough to shower before he gets home, I'm always met with his usual pissy look. Pain doesn't like it when I change his choices throughout the day, but he's never told me not to.

     "Princess," he calls, making me perk up from my resting spot. As he did his makeup today I decided on sitting on the floor, resting my body weight against his legs. "It is time for breakfast."

     I follow the routine, crawling to my feet and waiting for Pain to lead the way. Once his eyeliner pen is tucked back into place, he stands up too, hand sliding under my collar to hold onto my throat. Naga decided on a thinner one today, a light-weight black chain to match his face piercing; another unofficial favorite.

     His hand stays light as we putter our way down the hallways, occasionally squeezing my throat as a reminder I'm there. The walk is boring, nothing new to look at or talk about.

     When I'm tugged into the kitchen area, it takes me a second to adjust to the natural light outside. The sun shines through the huge windows of the kitchen, my first notification that it is morning time.

     "Sit," I'm ordered, being shoved into Pain's chair before he disappears into the cooking area.

     Eyes of the Akatsuki snap to me, all of them present for their mission orders. I happily smile, waving at all of them. "Good morning my boys! And Konan!" I get a range of reactions from 'Good morning beautiful' to ignorance.

     A cough from the kitchen echoes throughout the room, ripping 'good morning's from the half that didn't respond. Aside from that, the members ignore me, knowing better than to play with me until Pain has had his fill.

     Soon Mr Bi-Polar is back, pissy face as present as ever. "Up," the order comes, one in which I quickly respond to. Nagato sits down in his chair, tugging me into his lap after setting down his coffee and my breakfast. Scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and bacon; it must be Tuesday.

     I'm shifted around, placed how the head of the table wants before he turns his attention to his coffee. "Eat quickly, Princess." I'm ordered like I am every day. My plate must be cleaned and Pain must be buried deep into me before he starts his morning meeting.

     Eyes flicker to me as the members enjoy their breakfasts and conversations. Everyone knows that everyone else uses me, but that doesn't mean any of them would be caught dead using me by Pain. It's a confusing demonic. I'm public property, but only when Naga says so. Naga who hates me half the time and plans his decisions around me the other half.

     Once my plate is clean, Pain's coffee cup is lowered to me. It's half full like I expected. I let the bitter taste slide down my throat as the sound of Naga's clothes shifting slid into my ears.

     A hand is placed against my hips, pushing me upwards. I follow the movement, leaning over the table as the man under me adjusts himself. When he's ready, I'm pulled back down, Pain's dick burying itself into me. "Don't be a distraction, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir." I stay put like I'm supposed to, being nothing more than a sleeve to keep Nagato warm. My mind wanders, scanning over the room and the members as everyone drains on about the plans for today, none of which concern me.

     This little scene is Pain's reminder to the members that he's in charge, that he's the boss. It's a test for disobedience of his employees. When someone's eyes flicker to me, I'm used until everyone looks away. Some days we make it through the whole meeting, leaving me to be used afterward. Some days we don't make it past the first thirty seconds.

     I scan the members again, being met with the newest member's eyes. Deidara's cheeks go pink, not unnoticed by Pain. "Princess."

The single word puts me into motion. I rock my hips, shifting myself up and down Pain's dick. More eyes snag on me as whimpers and moans tumble out, the whole time Deidara's eyes stay locked on mine. I swear that boy never learns.

When people don't fall back into place fast enough, hands grip my hips, slamming me down faster than I can move on my own. "Pain," I whine, glancing behind me at him. That gets eyes snapped away from me. No man likes hearing someone else's name fall for the lips of their lover.

"Silence," Nagato hisses, anger back on his face as he drops me on him again, hands keeping my hips pressed down.

The rest of the meeting is uneventful, everyone keeping their eyes off of me and Deidara's staying locked on the table.

"Dismissed." Chairs screech as people rush out of the room, leaving Pain, Konan, and me behind.

"Princess." My hips shoot up, jumping back into motion. Konan's eyes are locked on me, watching me fuck myself on her leader's penis.

     She's interesting, partly because she uses me the least and partly because I know my very being pisses her off.

Just like before, Nagato's hands grip my hips, moving me at the pace he likes. I let my focus stay on the woman across the table from me, my noises and calls for her boss purposely coming out louder and needier than they usually do. I find it entertaining, watching her get pisser and pisser.

     "Princess," Pain hisses, dropping me backward again before keeping me in place. His head dips, lying against my shoulder as his warmth spills into me. "Perhaps you're not as disappointing today as I thought," he mutters, hands snaking up to cling to my throat again.

     "Thank you, Naga," I purr, shifting myself on his lap.

     He stays like this, buried into me and panting against my shoulder. It's almost sweet, aside from the pity party being thrown at the other end of the table. "What a pretty little object," he whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my jaw before shoving me onto the table again.

     I stay leaned over as Pain slides out of me, using my thighs to clean himself off.

     "I must go. Be good," he orders, hands gripping me as he picks me up, placing me on my feet before he disappears to do God knows what.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" I ask Konan once I'm sure Pain is out of earshot. I don't need a lecture about my attitude or for Konan to get into trouble because I feel like picking a fight.

     "Aren't you disgusted with yourself?" She asks with venom in her words.

     "Aren't you pissy cause Pain will fuck me but not you?" I throw back, a smirk crawling across my face. Konan's face scrunches up as she climbs to her feet. "Oh no," I tease, a giggle following my words. "I'm oh so scared of you. Please don't hurt me, paper lady. I don't want to have to spray you with a water bottle."

     "You really think you're hot shit don't you?" She asks, stomping over to me.

     "No, but Pain's semen sure as hell is." That gets me a jaw click from the angry lady, how fun.

     "Don't forget you're nothing but a lap dog. At least he trusts me enough to help the Akatsuki."

     "Oh yes, how I crave to go commit murder instead of living my best life as a house pet."

     My eyes light up at the sight of Konan's fists clenching. They light up even more as she huffs in anger. "Listen here you little lap dog. I am treated with respect, I am Pain's right-hand man. You are nothing but a cumdump, a sex toy, a fucking object to be used. You're nothing."

     "Ya? Then why are you so mad? Are you pissy 'cause none of the guys will eat your pussy?"

     That gets a reaction out of her. Konan leaps forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair and snapping my head backward. "Fine, you want to act like a fucking mutt, I'll treat you like a fucking mutt." The words make me tingle, my pussy clenching, forcing Pain's cum to leak out of me faster.

     Konan uses my hair to drag me down to my knees. "Dogs belong at our feet," she hisses, eyes sharp as she looks at me. "Stick your tongue out, Lap Dog," she orders, face still drowning in anger.

     "And why would I do that?" Once the question is out, I'm slapped across the face.

     I whimper as my cheek stings with pain, all of which seem to encourage her more. "I said, stick. Your. Tongue. Out. Mutt." The words are hissed, as my hair is pulled harder. I silently curse at Pain for leaving my hair loose today.

     Reluctantly, I do as told, sliding my tongue out of my mouth. "Look at what a whore you are. Big 'fuck me' eyes with your mouth wide open. A dumb little bitch in heat." Konan's hand dips down as she degrades me, her pants being tugged to her knees. "Sniff, dumb dog," she orders, using my hair to shove my nose into her pussy.

     I clumsily fall forward from the movement, my nose falling right where she wants it and my hands clinging to her legs for stability. "Fuck you," I hiss, digging my nails into her thighs.

     "Just a little reminder, Lap Dog, but you're here to serve me as much as you're here to serve the guys. We'll spend all day like this if we have to. Sniff."

     The repeated order is followed by me being shoved further into her pussy. I go to nip at her, but Konan beats me to it. She moves her hips, her clothed pussy falling against my mouth. Against my wants, her pussy is pressed on my tongue, the salty wet spot of her underwear soaking against it.

     "Go on, Lap Dog. Eat my pussy. Act like the dumb mutt you are." Konan uses my hair to shove my face up and down herself, my tongue sliding against her as she does so. "That's it you fucking cum dump," she moans, her head leaning back as she uses me to get off.

     I'm shifted again, pulled away from her long enough for her panties to be pushing down to join her pants. My face is pressed back into place, her juices leaking onto my tongue. "Lick, Dog." I try to tug back but fail miserably because of Konan's hold on me. "Go on, dumb dog. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can go back to being a dump for the male members."

My eyes jump up to her face, sending a glare Konan's way as I slide my tongue out. The sour taste of her coats it as I slide it through her folds.

"Fucking mutt," she moans, hips bucking forward. "You're nothing but a dumb object, aren't you?" She continues, voice pitched as she grinds against my tongue.

     My pussy drips as I'm being used, making the spot between my legs burn with need. "Rub yourself, Lap Dog. I'm sure you're getting off on this too, mutt," Konan orders, eyes flickering open long enough to look down at me.

     This time I'm not as reluctant to do as ordered. I reach my hand between my legs, my fingers eagerly colliding with my clit. I rub circles into myself, using my tongue at the same pace on Konan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her being shot towards the ceiling.

     When that's not enough, I slide my fingers backward, plunging them into my pussy. A greedy moan slips from my lips, colliding into Konan's pussy. Like before, I slip my tongue down to keep pace.

     My tongue plunges into her, pumping and curling the same as my fingers. "Fucking Christ," she mutters, her pussy starting to clench around me.

     Unlucky for me, my orgasm comes before Konan's, filling the kitchen with the sound of my cum dripping to the floor. "What a dumb dog, making yourself finish before me," she hisses, tugging on my hair before grinding against my mouth again.

     Despite her bitching, I keep slurping her juices up, working quicker to push her over the edge too. It doesn't take long for Konan to come undone, her tangy juices draining down my throat. "Dumb fucking Lap Dog," she bitches, keeping me in place as she catches her breath.

     "A greedy, disobedient dog," Konan continues, pulling me off of her before dragging me backward. "Look at what you did," she barks, shoving my face into the mess I left on the floor. "Look at the mess you made. Lick it up, mutt." My face is still shoved against the floor, mine and Pain's cum rubbing against my cheek.

     "Lick it up," she repeats, picking my head up just to shove it back down. I let my mouth fall open, my tongue slithering out to desperately clean up my mess. The taste of Nagato's cum mixed with mine relights the fire in me, quickly making me horny again.

     "What a good, Lap Dog, cleaning up after your disgusting self," Konan teases, finally letting go of my hair. "Dumb bitch," she mumbles, straightening herself and her clothes before walking away, leaving me a spread-out, horny mess on the kitchen floor.

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The feeling of Sasori's paintbrush sliding over my bare stomach is soothing, as is the cold paint being gently placed on my skin. I like when Sasori has a day off or is on medical leave. He's one of the gentler members, both in and out of his use of me. That, and the fact he usually spends our time together covering my skin in whatever new paint idea he has.

     "Puppet?" He calls, making my eyes snap open. "Are you sleeping?"

     "No, just resting my eyes, Ori."

     He hums in disapproval, getting upset with the lack of my attention on him. I swear this whole murder band is attention-starved. "Don't do that."

     I don't, instead, I let my eyes trail down to my stomach, taking in Sasori's newest artwork. I'm not quite sure what it is that he's painted today. It kind of looks like a raccoon made out of sand. "Ori?" Another hum is my answer, the murderer too busy adding in his details to pay me much mind. "What are you painting on me?"

     "The one-tailed beast." Well, that's not a raccoon, though I did get the sand part right.

     My eyes trail after Sasori's hands, watching the way they dip and flow over me as he paints. Once he's done, I'm left to continue lying in the grass as he cleans up his supplies.

     Ori doesn't like being cooped up inside, which usually leaves us in the stretched-out field surrounding the hideout or next to the lake a couple of yards away. He insists being outside helps the paint dry better, but I think that's just an excuse.

     When my current companion comes back, he slides himself back between my legs, hands on my knees to press them against his sides. "I'm bored, be of use." He orders, head tilting to scan over his work again.

     "How would you like me to do that?" I ask, squeezing his sides with my legs. Another hum, this one long and drawn out as Sasori's eyes dance over me. Hands slide down my legs, clinging to my thighs before pushing them wider. "Ori?" I call, trying to shift his hand off of the open bite mark gifted to me by Nagato earlier today.

     "Be quiet, we wouldn't want someone finding our headquarters because you can't keep your mouth shut," he says, the slightest bit of teasing laced into his words. This is another reason I think Sasori likes to spend time with me outside. I think the thrill of possibly being caught in the act by an enemy ninja excites him.

     He shifts around, body lying on top of me and arms scooping my knees from underneath. "You've had an eventful day," Ori mutters, his lips brushing against my thighs, purposely kissing every bite and bruise left behind by Pain.

     "I guess you could say that," I whisper, hands snaking down to grab ahold of him. Sasori tips his head, letting my fingers come into contact with his hair. It's ironic, that the puppet master enjoying being puppeteered while between my legs.

     His kisses trail up me, the final one being pressed to my pussy before his tongue replaces it. It swirls around, skirting across my clit before sliding down to tongue fuck me. "Ori," I whine, bucking my hips upward.

     I don't get a verbal response, but Sasori does tighten his grasp on my legs. He keeps himself busy, skipping between fucking me with his tongue and licking at my clit. Strings of whimpers and whines pull out from me because of this.

     "You are taking forever," he groans, head raising to look at me. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

     "I am, I swear," I murmur between huffs of air.

     "Doesn't seem like it," Ori says, sitting back up.

     "Hey!" I whine, gripping his shirt and trying to pull him back down.

     He clicks his tongue in disapproval, hand shooting up to clench my wrists. "Stop doing that. Don't let my kindness make you forget you're an object for my use. My little puppet." The words make me squirm, my teased orgasm very evident to being left unfinished.

     Sosari's free hand dips under me, flipping me over. I land on my knees, my ass prepped up as the top half of myself is pressed against the soft grass. He shifts my hands behind my back, crossing them before the familiar warmth of his chakra threads wraps around my wrists, keeping them in place. "How pretty," he mutters, hands falling to my hips.

     They only stay there for a second before they're pulled away. Clothes shift behind me before my skirt is flipped up. The first approving hum of the day falls from Sasori, a hand wrapping around my bound wrists as he enjoys the view. I'm tugged backward, his dick quickly slipping into me as I'm manhandled.

     "Ori," I whine, squirming around under him.

     "Puppet," he sighs, hand holding on to my wrists tighter as his other one settles on my hip. Sasori sets a slow pace, thrusting into me at a steady pace as I'm held still. Kisses are pressed along my spine, paired with murmured praises.

     A grunt falls from Ori, his thrusts suddenly stopping. "Damn it, Puppet," he hisses, pulling himself out of me. The hand on my hips falls away again, soon falling to jack Sasori to his finish, evident from the sloppy sounds that were previously being made by my pussy. “Puppet,” he hisses again, the back of my thighs being coated with his semen.

The field is left silent, Sasori leaning against me as he tries to calm his breath. His hands wander across me, clinging to any skin can get in contact with.

“I’ve made a mess of you,” he mutters, his head finally lifting. “I’m sorry,” the apology is followed by the sounds of his chakra strings snapping, letting my hands lose once again.

“It’s fine, Ori,” I coo, shifting my joints around. They ache and creak as they’re shifted around.

Another line of kisses is pressed against my back as his hands work on tugging my skirt down and pulling the shirt he discarded forever ago back on. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he orders, a kiss pressed into my neck and a soft hip tap to encourage me to my feet. “Then I’ll repaint you, puppet.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, shakily climbing to my feet. Today is going to be a very long day it seems.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #akatsuki #akatsuki oneshot #akatsuki x reader #nagato uzumaki #nagato x reader #nagato uzumaki x reader #nagato oneshot #nagato uzumaki oneshot #konan #konan oneshot #konan x reader #nagato smut #nagato uzumaki smut #naruto shippuden smut #sasori #sasori oneshot #sasori x reader #sasori smut

[obitoslover]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Obito, Hoshigaki Kisame & Uchiha Obito Characters: Uchiha Obito, Hoshigaki Kisame, Uchiha Madara (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Comfort, Comfort Food, Birthday Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Hoshigaki Clan has some shark characteristics, Obito was raised by Madara and then went to Konoha Summary:

Obito was chilling at his office, hoping this day ended as fast as possible; he definitely doesn't like his birthday. Fortunately for him, Kisame has other plans today.

#kisaobi #kisame x obito #obikisa #naruto fanfiction #akatsuki #oneshot #my work

[katnissimabottom]

Sasori x fem!Reader

"WHYYYY," you whined.

"Do not complain. We chose these groups randomly," said the orange-haired man.

"Easy for you to say, you got Konan..." you mumbled.

"Are you testing me, L/N?" said Pain firmly.

You sat next to this ugly ahh shinobi, Sasori. What was up with his hair? He was annoying too. All he ever said was "iM VeRy iMpAtIEnt" or "dOnt kEEp mE WaIting."

Everyone ELSE was paired up perfectly. Hidan and Kakuzu, Pain and Konan, Itachi and Kisame, Deidara and Tobi (Deidara wasn't too happy), and Zetsu didn't come for some reason. You and Sasori just seemed random.

Itachi was driving. The reason is self-explanatory.

"Come on Sasori, don't do this to the girl," Deidara nagged. "You might as well be honest with her." You were really confused. What did he mean?

Apparently, Hidan was part of this too.

"Yeah... take it off."

"Take what o- AHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you questioned quite loudly.

"What do you mean?" Sasori puzzled, Hiruko now half-way off, enough to see his face.

"HOW DO U-"

You sat in denial for a moment asking yourself what in the world just happened. Were you the only Akatsuki member who'd never seen Sasori's true appearance? You weren't even a new member!

"You're adorable..."

Your cheeks burned a furious red. Sasori, the impatient lunatic had just called you adorable? 

You tried not to think about it too much. You wouldn't be productive otherwise. But he crossed your mind too much, and your daydreaming was noticeable to the other members. 

Had you really gained a crush on Sasori?

#sasori #akatsuki #sasoriakatsuki #sasorioftheredsand #oneshot #narutoshippuden #narutoshippudenxreader #sunagakure #suna #sasorixreader #reader #x reader #konansfavoritewife

[autisticmao]

GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: akehoshi, hidaka, yuki, hasumi, kiryu, kanzaki, ritsu (fricking heck-)

WARNINGS: none!

PROMPT: a small percentage of the human population has a life companion or a few named a ryune, mao is one of those people, and this is one of his many daily moments with them (and friends!)

WORD COUNT: 1,520

✎: the daily life of mao and the ryune's

"Wait... Subaru! No! Don't tear that... apart... too late." A sigh of defeat leaves in between the small gaps of his lips. Three levitating figures zoomed around his bedroom. "I swear you guys get more chaotic with each day that passes! Is that how you Ryune's really grow?"

Ryune's are little mythical creatures that live alongside humans. They're like humans, but much smaller — like the size of fairies, and they don't speak any human language other than in some tones of squeaks. A Ryune is like a companion that only a few people in the world are born with the power to summon.

Isara walked over to his desk in the corner of his room, grabbing the manga book he left wide open from a few nights ago, staring with a frown as he grabbed the said manga by its few pages and shaking his head in disappointment. "Looks like I'll be spending my pocket money on buying a copy of this manga for Sazanami... again. He's already mad at me for having the original one I borrowed all wrecked. Thanks to none other than you, Akehoshi Subaru."

A high-pitched squeak comes from an orange haired Ryune who floated towards Isara, sitting on the said teenagers shoulder in triumph. A smile of pride wiping over his facial features. "That... wasn't of gratitude, I was being sarcastic~" he places the torn manga book down onto his desk and glances around his room, a thought hitting his mind.

He got distracted with scolding Akehoshi off, that he forgot what he was almost doing... getting ready for school. He checks over himself, seeing that he has his bag over his shoulder, shoes done up, and wearing them, his phone in his school blazers pocket as he situated the hood of his pink jacket from under his blazers more comfortably and soon begins walking towards his bedroom door.

He only takes a couple of steps, reaches for the door handle, and pulls the door open when he's suddenly halted to a stop by his two other Ryune's squeaking loudly, practically scolding at him in someway, as they held something in their tiny hands, struggling to carry it by just the two of them. Ryune's aren't exactly the strongest creatures in the world... they barely have any strength as is, other than for the see-through wings they could carry on their backs all their lives.

"Oh - right... I almost forgot my tie! That would have been stupid, I wouldn't want to get another scolding from Hasumi because of it, thanks, Hokuto and Makoto." He takes the coloured tie from their tiny holds gently, the two bow their heads at him once the tie had been taken as he lifts the white collar pieces of his school shirt up a bit, wrapping the tie around his neck and begins doing it up and pushes the collar pieces back down not long after, pulling the tie to a comfortable knot at the front.

"At last, let's go!" He smiled towards his trio of Ryune's.

...

"Isara, you're late."

"I know... and I'm sorry. I tried getting here on time, but these idiots just don't know how to behave most of the time. So I had to keep stalling by telling them off." Isara apologises to the vice president of the student council, Hasumi Keito, as soon as he walks through the door whilst pointing to his Ryune's that always seemed to be curious about every object within the room no matter how many times Isara has entered the student council room.

"You should take them to a facility to get them trained for their manners. I've done so with mine, and cope well with them."

"Not to break your bubble, Hasumi, but... I don't think your two Ryune's are exactly behaving well right now." Isara points out to behind the taller student, where a redhead Ryune seems to be fighting with a purple one who was chewing on the corner of a handle belonging to the big window at the back of the room, wishing to go outside and do something fun and free.

A sound of frustration leaves from Hasumi Keito as he walked towards his little Ryune's, grabbing them both by their small collars of their clothing. "What have I said about this, you two? Souma, stop chewing on everything you see. You'll get your free time soon!"

In the meantime, Isara turned around and walked towards his desk, ready to catch up on some paperwork that needed to be done for the day, and to move onto other subjects for his role in the student council as quickly as possible.

...

"Mao~!"

"Ritsu! Don't sneak up behind me like that!"

"Couldn't help it. The pathway was too easy to manoeuvre through, plus you're just so easy to scare." The carnelian eyed friend mentions as a yawn escapes between his lips as he slumps his taller figure over Isara's back. "Take me to the lunch hall with you, please."

"Can't you walk yourself this time around? The hall is just literally right around that corner."

"Is Mao learning to backchat me now? Rude~"

"No! I'm just... you know what, never mind, there's no winning to this battle. At least you said please this time."

Isara positions himself properly, so he is holding Sakuma Ritsu on his back, his heart racing of hope that he doesn't drop the older boy at all during the short walk. "Anyways, where are your Ryune's? Don't tell me you've lost them again."

Ritsu hums, "I don't know."

"You... don't know?" Isara glances over his shoulder for a second towards the older teenager and then forwards again as he rounds the corner, feeling thankful that the lunch hall was at the end of the corridor he now walked upon.

"I let Izumi take charge for a bit with the others. Taking charge is too tiring... and boring." Ritsu mutters at the end.

"You let... Izumi... out of all four of them to take charge, really? Don't you remember what happened last time you let that happen?"

"Uh... nope. Mind reminding me?"

A noise emits from Isara of frustration, "he almost hurt Makoto! Along with threatening Subaru to an all-out fight that caused them both to be on the brink of death!"

"Pretty sure your Subaru Ryune started that one. My Izumi is innocent~"

"Ritsu-"

"Hush~, go buy some nice food. I want you to feed me for backchatting a lot this week."

...

A cough emits deep from his throat from where he sits on his bed, his winters' thick duvet covering his whole figure, his figure shaking from the cold that surrounds the room as a sniffle reaches from his being.

A tiny squeak sounds from Isara's left. He looks over to see Yuki Makoto holding a white powdered tablet in his hold, whilst Akehoshi Subaru and Hidaka Hokuto were pushing a bottle of water from one end of the bedside table to the other where Isara could more so reach it from. Isara reaches one hand out from underneath the duvet and grabbed the tablet out of Yuki's hands, along with the bottle of water that Hidaka and Akehoshi had unscrewed the lid from.

"Thanks again, you guys." He smiled down at his Ryune's. "This sickness sucks... I don't even know where I got it from." He places the tablet on the back of his tongue, sipping some water and tilting his head back and attempts at swallowing the tablet. He groans out of annoyance when it doesn't go down the first time, so he tries swallowing the tablet down again with more water and felt pride in the success of it going down at a second attempt.

Isara then places his bottle of water back onto the bedside table, screwing the lid tightly back onto it so the water doesn't spill from it for whatever reason.

He reaches over his bed a second after, noticing another manga lying on his floor. He goes to grab it to read it but gets stopped by his three Ryune's squeaking loudly in madness once again, but at him this time of around. "Am I not allowed to read before bed now?"

That question got even more multiple squeaks from the three, causing Isara to back away his hand up from the floor and to lie down on the mattress of his bed. "Alright... fine." He turns himself around to his other side, pulling his duvet up to under his chin as he stares blankly at the wall for a moment. "I guess... going to sleep early isn't so bad." A yawn emits from the thin gaps of his lips, a noise following with it as his kelly green eyes blinked closed a couple of times.

Just as Isara let's the sleep begin to take over, his little Ryune's: Akehoshi, Yuki, and Hidaka flutter down to the side of his pillows that Isara wasn't laying on, the trio sat in a triangular shape with one another, their bodies stiffening as they fell asleep with Isara, with their protective modes still engaged for any reason possible.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars game #ensemble stars trickstar #enstars #fanfic #mao isara #oneshot #isara centric #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #trickstar enstars #fandom writing #ensemble stars fanfic #enstars fanfic #fanfiction #ritsu sakuma #keito hasumi #trickstar #akatsuki #knights #akatsuki enstars #knights enstars

[riswippiesx]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ :ᴅ

✮ᴍy ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:

yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʀɪʀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍy ᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ 19(ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴ 20 ɪɴ 2024). ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰᴩ :/ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ🇮🇳

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ɪɴ ᴍy ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ, ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ. ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍy ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴy ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ.

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ 1-2 yᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴ ᴍy ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴy ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.

ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴋᴇᴛᴄʜ. ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪᴄ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍy ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ :ᴅ

ɪ ʜᴏᴩᴇ yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴩᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴍy ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ..

✮ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

♡ʙᴜɴɢᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀy ᴅᴏɢꜱ

♡ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ

♡yᴏɴᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ/ᴀᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ɴᴏ yᴏɴᴀ

♡ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

♡ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜʟᴛᴇʀ

♡ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ

♡ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

♡ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅy ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀꜱ

♡ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛy ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴀᴛʀɪᴏᴛ

♡ᴛʜᴇ yᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ'ꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʙyꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ

♡ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀɢᴜꜱ' ʙʀɪᴅᴇ

♡ꜱᴇʀᴀᴩʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ :ᴩ

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ, ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ— ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʀy ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟy.

ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ.

yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ yᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ.

•ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍy ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴩᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴀᴍ

ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴩᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ•

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ⊹ ͝ ִֶָ ͝ ͝ ִֶָ ͝ ིྀ ͝ ִֶָ ͝ ͝ ִֶָ ͝⊹

yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍy ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ.

ɪ ᴍᴀy ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴍy ᴀʀᴛ(???) ᴏʀ ᴍy ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴩᴇɴᴅꜱ ^~^

✮ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ:

1. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱʀᴇꜱᴩᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴyᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴy ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀɴy ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.

2. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ɪᴍᴩᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍy ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴩʟy.

3. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴩᴇʀꜱᴏɴ.

4. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍy ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴩᴏꜱᴛꜱ ɪꜰ yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ yᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ yᴏᴜʀ ʙɪᴏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ yᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍy ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴩᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴏʀ yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

5. yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴍ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ʀᴇꜱᴩᴇᴄᴛ ᴍy ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ.

6. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴩy ᴍy ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀɴy ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴩᴇᴄᴛ.

✩ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴩʀᴇᴛᴛy ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴩ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ "ꜱᴩᴏɪʟᴇʀ-ꜰʀᴇᴇ" !

ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍy ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴy ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ yᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ♡ ᴇɴᴊᴏy yᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀy, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ :ᴅ

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