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bubuli-3110 · 10 months

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You are filling my Deidara neeeeeds.

Modern AU fluff with Deidara and a fem reader, he's a gang member with a soft spot for the pastel girl whose shop is under their protection.

Sorry this took forever dear but here you go~!

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Deidara x Fem! Reader

HC: fluffy gang member Deidara would do anything to protect and spoil the cute pastel girl his happened upon by chance. CW: SFW, Some Language. Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, KNY, and N (Akatsuki Only)) Find my rules here.

Deidara and the rest of his gang took their usual patrols of their turf splitting up as per usual into pairs. He was only slightly annoyed by his new partner Tobi. possessing a totally different personality than the prideful artist.

On night patrol he heard the sounds of a struggle down one of the allies. Normally he would pay no heed to others, but when he noticed the brightly pastel dress girl being pursued by a strange man, clearly begging for help. his body seemed to move on its own.

After thoroughly beating the ever living breath the stranger, he kneeled down to the girl sitting in the ally and examined her slowly, checking for injuries.

"That asshole didn't hurt you, did he? hm?"

He cupped her chin gently and wiped her tears away with his thumb. his voice firm and fingers callused, but his eyes were soft and filled with worry.

"Don't worry m'kay? I won't let anyone lay a hand on you."

After the incident that took place behind Y/N's bakery, you received regular visits from your savior. He was quiet and not very talkative at first. Y/N was able to tell right away that he was a gang member without having to ask. The constant appearance of new injuries, and the way he dressed gave it away.

Y/N appreciated Deidara's concern and found him interesting more than anything. She was able to talk to him a lot more calmly after discovering his passion for art. She noticed his intense focus on her as slowly created and decorated unique cookies, cakes, and anything else her customers requested.

He slowly started to open up to Y/N, sharing his ideas of art, helping her with new ideas, the two of them growing ever closer. Y/N's respect and feelings for him are also growing.

Deidara also loved Y/N color palette, though his own mostly consisted of darks and blacks, Y/N's palette was that of bright pastel's matching her sunny and soft personality.

"That's so creative Y/N. I'm sure your customers will love them." He'd say, unable to suppress his smile. You loved to hear his praises.

Y/N no longer felt unsafe at night or any other time for that matter. She could notice the other men who bore the same red cloud symbol on their jackets as Deidara keeping things in check around your area.

Though he'd never show it in front of his other member's or Tobi, He cherished Y/N very much. The other members also indulge in his requests to protect her and her shop when he's away.

"Don't go out alone at night. I'll walk you home. Hm."

His overprotective side often shows through, but never overbearing. She felt safe and relaxed in his presence more than anything. Y/N never refuses his help.

"It's dangerous, stick close to me, ok? I won't let anyone hurt you again. I'm here." He says extending out his arm to let her link her's with him.

The night's when she was too afraid to fall sleep, he'd lay next to Y/N until she drifted of into sleep, running his fingers across her forehead and face gently.

"it's ok. I'm here. I'll always be right here."

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chanfictions · 2 years

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Hidan -#4

This picks up where part 1 left off in the bar and feeds in to the next part of Lucky. Silly Chan tangled the stories together, but man is writing it fun. It's… probably going to get a little dark later. We'll see. Not sure how I'm going to play it yet. Reminder that while the two stories are connected, they can be read independent of each other. I included both in the navigation so the order they should be read in IF read together is clear. Anyway, enjoy!

Love Game Pt. 2 - Dance in the Dark

Love Game - Lucky Pt. 1 - Lucky Pt. 2 - Love Game Pt. 2 - Lucky Pt. 3

Hidan x Reader

Prompt #4 - "What are you looking at?"

18+ Content! Minors, DNI!

Warnings - Smut, drugs, and dirty dubstep. Implied past of self-harm for the reader (nothing graphic, but a reference to scars). Hidan is still a handsome scumbag, and we're a hot fucking mess that can't make good decisions after midnight.

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There you are, pretty girl.

Hidan smirked to himself, circling the floor like the jackal he was, having finally spotted you again. You were his prey tonight. That brash little display at the bar and your coy dismissal of him weren't the deterrent you intended them to be. For Hidan, the fun was in the hunt, and you were taking him on one hell of a chase. And oh, was he ever enjoying himself.

Hidan knew your type – they were his favorite. All of that bristling sass and snark, the forward threats and dramatic displays that screamed stay away – it was all just a tasty facade that protected the soft, vulnerable little creature at your core that he was just dying to sink his teeth into.

Gods, you made him hungry.

But he needed to behave himself, for now at least, otherwise you might spook and vanish into the night. And that, that wouldn't be any fun at all.

He rustled a little baggie in his pocket, plucking out a small, chalky pill – a peace offering – and rolling it around in his palm as his tongue played over his left canine.

"Here, kitty kitty," he murmured to the dark, his gleaming magenta eyes locked on your blissed-out, dancing form as it swayed and twirled to the thundering beat. The soft blur of the artificial fog rolling through the crowd gave you an ethereal glow. The ominous, pulsing house lights painted you the most delicious shade of red. You moved with such carelessness, such gall. The way your hooded eyes flicked over your shoulder, as if to challenge him, filled him with a perverse sense of self-satisfaction.

She's looking for me, eh? Better not disappoint her, then.

This was a game, and you were taunting him to make the next move.

The strobing lights flickered to the beat, foretelling the coming of the next song – a well-timed pace change that worked in Hidan's favor. He slithered through the writhing mass of inebriated bodies under the disorienting cover of the transition, slinking up behind you as you threw your soul into the pompous DJ's newest release as it began to play - a spicy, heavily remixed cover of Paint It Black. You bumped into him in the rhythmic throes of your dancing, not having a care in the world who was actually behind you, or at least pretending as much. The scent of sweet whiskey hung around you like a cloud. You threw your head back, eyes closed, losing yourself and your balance until Hidan slipped an arm tightly around your waist as your back flattened against his chest.

"Careful, cupcake."

You turned clumsily on your heel, pirouetting in the cage around your middle, a mix between amusement and annoyance playing at your lips when you saw who the arm belonged to. "Aren't you just the persistent little fucker."

Hidan smiled wolfishly. "Hidan, actually, but I've been called worse." He could smell the honey whiskey more strongly now – you must have slunk off to the bar again while he was looking for you. Maybe he would be in luck, and that extra drink would make you a little more friendly.

You eyed him with an arched brow, not having expected that annoyingly attractive asshat to pursue you this late into the night. What's worse, now that you were even closer than before, you were distinctly aware that he was shockingly built under that leather jacket. He probably looked amazing with his shirt off, the slimy prick. Now, you had come to a decision on your earlier conundrum: you definitely wanted to rip his clothes off with your teeth. "What the fuck do want, pretty boy?"

"Got a present for you," Hidan hummed back with a sly curl to his lip, showing you a brightly colored little circle held between two fingers like a cigarette. "But you're gonna have to kiss me if you want it."

A crooked smirk betrayed your growing interest as he popped the pill into his mouth, magenta eyes locked on yours challengingly. Arrogance oozed from every non-existent pore of his frustratingly flawless skin. You knew this game, hell, you played it yourself sometimes. But fuck, did he just look delicious now, and the prospect of the little present he had for you on his tongue was tempting to say the least – or maybe it was just the extra three fingers of liquor you pounded fueling the reckless escapism that always seemed to overpower your ability to reason at this time of night that was calling the shots.

Fuck it, let's play.

Sober you was going to be so pissed about this in the morning.

The raucous beat of the music drowned out the rapid thudding of your heart in your chest as you snatched him by the collar of his coat to pull him down to your level. He grinned wickedly at your enthusiasm before capturing you in an intoxicating kiss. A familiar, bitter taste washed over your tongue as he passed you the mind-altering little pill that would grant you the departure from reality you so wanted. It was a favorite of yours, one that you knew just from the shape and texture of its chalky surface.

The big, bad wolf had excellent taste.

You lost yourself in the flashes of light and deep rumbles of square wave bass, sinking further into the abyss with your handsome demon cloaked in leather. Every one of your senses slowly grew more dull to the grey hum of the present and awakened to a bright fantasy world two feet to the left of where you and Hidan were dancing. It was pure bliss. Textures, sounds, sensations of touch – all slowly twisted and morphed into something so undeniably perfect. Hands climbed and consumed every inch of the fiery heat you were locked against as the music demanded – the ridges and dips hidden beneath that layer of cotton begged to be touched. Fuck, you needed more – more touch, more taste – more, more, more.

The rumble and buzz of the crowded dance floor faded into the background, and the chill of night kissed your sweaty skin as the demon you danced with in the dark devoured you. Fresh, crisp, delicious air – the scents of autumn mixed with whiskey. You opened your eyes, peering out from your fantasy world for just a blink to see the swirling, glittering lights pulsing in the sky, giggling at the absurdity of it all as your back pressed against a cold, damp, metal surface and your eyes met his. "What're you looking at?"

"Just you, pretty girl." A crooked smile and a flash of teeth – an almost affectionate thumbing of your cheek before the intensity returned and his mouth was on yours again. Hot, hot, hot – everything was so inviting and soft. You wanted to crawl into a blanket of him and die there. "Come home with me," he purred against your throat, trailing teeth and tongue in a warm, wet line of open-mouthed kisses.

"Why not here?" You whispered back, head lulling to the side as the fires of lust consumed you.

"You're gonna want a bed, cupcake. Trust me," he grinned wickedly, pulling you into his chest to open the door.

"Trust you? Dangerous game," you exhaled into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes again to reality as you fell back through the rabbit's hole into Wonderland, holding the Devil's hand.

The drive to Hidan's apartment felt more like flying – the cool, sweet air gushing in through the cracked window blowing across your steamy cheeks was nothing short of euphoric – hell, everything was – from the supple texture of the leather seats to the warm hand sliding over your thigh. You were almost disappointed when the carriage ride stopped and the wind fizzled away to nothing.

Hidan didn't give you long to stew in that momentary sadness – instead, coaxing you back into the intoxicating heat that had consumed you on the dance floor. You growled against his throat, pushing his back to a wall to devour him in a hungry kiss as soon as you reached his apartment, digging your nails into his shirt and grazing his neck with your teeth as he spun you around, pinning you instead.

The way your chest heaved as you stared dreamily up at him with lust-glazed eyes was just exquisite. The hunt was over, and you were his perfect, needy prize. Now, it was just a matter of finding the soft little creature hiding masked by a facade of ill-temperedness and snark. He wanted to see you give in to your demons – to feel that soul-shattering ecstasy with you as you fell apart beneath him.

You tore off each other's clothes in a heated flurry, turning his apartment into a warzone of discarded fabric and out-of-place chairs as you stumbled through the dark. Moans and mewls and gasping whines filled the room, a symphony that Hidan was quite proud of. Such a needy little thing you were, all but begging for him to ruin you.

His perfect, perfect prize.

You followed his lead like a good little pet, too lost in your euphoric haze to care one way or the other, as long as the warmth of his skin was on yours. His hands, his mouth – fuck – they were everywhere all at once, and you couldn't get enough. He pushed you down onto his bed, that wolfish smile pointed at your lust-drunk little face as he loomed from above. The world around you had all but disappeared, and he was all that was left.

Moonlight shone through the cracked window, throwing shadows over your panting bodies. He could see every inch of you now so clearly. And there it was – your soft little creature – the weakness you so carefully kept hidden beneath long sleeves.

His eerie smile eclipsed the sparse spread of light, becoming the center of your focus as he captured you in another kiss, rough palms claiming your naked torso. You arched into his hand as it snaked between your thighs, a breathy moan leaving your lips as your urgent need to be possessed by him roared to the surface. There was nothing else – only him. The heat, the need, the crushing ache–

"Fuck," you rasped into the crook of his neck, clawing at his shoulders and biting your lip.

"Come on, pretty girl," he cooed cruelly against your cheek, playing his fingers through your slick and teasing your puffy clit. "Give in," he murmured in your ear, not letting up for a moment as he took in your shuddery little breaths and the tension rolling up your spine. "I know you're a screamer. I want to hear you let go."

The brazen girl who broke the fingers of unwanted suitors and dumped drinks on their shell-shocked faces was long gone. All that remained was this desperate little thing panting beneath him – soaked and sweating with those lust-stricken doe eyes staring skyward. Hidan practically groaned in satisfaction. It felt so fucking good to have such complete control. As your head tipped back and you sucked in a harsh breath, he plunged into you – letting you ride out that screaming orgasm on his cock instead of his fingers.

This, arguably, was just as much fun as the hunt. Watching you crumble and squirm, climbing his torso as he set the pace that would leave you in a sweaty, useless heap by the end of the night. You clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he pounded you into the bed and possessed you like the demon he was, all the while you begged him for more.

You had no idea which way was up, nor did you particularly give a shit. The burning, tingling, rapturous insanity Hidan was inflicting was the nexus of your being. You tasted God and heard in color as the foggy moonlight rolled across your skin and Hidan railed you into the next life – it was fucking bliss. The way he stole your breath and swallowed your cries as though they were all that sustained him – this man wasn't human. He couldn't be.

Time lost all meaning, and your voice had long since gone hoarse when you were left crumpled, sticky, and delirious beside Hidan on his twisted sheets. His fingers played over your cheek and down the exposed underside of your forearm, trailing almost lovingly over the off-color echoes of anguish and regret that scarred your otherwise flawless skin.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Breaking you is going to be so much fun.

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