#hoshigaki kisame x reader

[historicfailure]

Work Under Water

6. Chapter: Washed onto the Next Best Shore

Kisame finally explains why he continues to flirt - and shows it, too.

~ X ~

Hey there, sorry for the long wait. I had lots of stuff going on in my life, and I don't know, possibly had writer's block without even realizing it. Now though, I feel like I can do something about these left and abandoned stories again. If that "something" is good or not, that's not for me to judge. I hope you guys like this new addition. Thanks for reading and have fun :D

~ X ~

The first date was a resounding success. After swimming with Kisame, the two of you laid on the grass and dried under the sun, and even though you hid away beneath your towel, that talk had felt like Kisame truly tried to get to know you on a deeper level. The conversation with him grew deeper as well, continuing all throughout the afternoon and the better part of dinner. The sun nearly vanished in the darkening sky as Kisame dropped you off at the lake again, where your parked car still waited.

As you opened the door of the truck in the nearly empty parking lot and wanted to climb out, Kisame was faster. One hand landed on your arm, holding you back before you could slip away.

“Have a good night, (Y/N).”

The casual touch made your breath hitch. Fuck. How could something so simple as the touch of a hand on your arm could be this fantastic to you? Was it the fact that only a few people ever did this? Touch you just for the sake of touching you?

Fuck, am I really that touch-starved?

He has me in the palm of his hand, for sure.

Does he know? I hope not. 

A smile formed on your face, easy and light. “I hope you have a good night, too.”

His smile turned up a few notches. “Oh, now it definitely is. And think about a second date with me, alright?”

Without a question in your mind, there would be a second date. God, you needed a second date. Like the damned crave for sweets at 2am hit you with a vengeance, you needed that second date. And a third, a fourth, and so on. After just one date with Kisame, you wanted more. More of his voice, more of his touch, more of him in all varieties. Being so addicted to him in a matter of a few hours should scare you, but on the contrary: you felt like you were floating as you walked over the hard parking lot towards your car, got in and waved one last time before you drove off. 

Kisame waited until you left the lot safely, only then he left as well. Making sure you were on your way home, before he went to his own home. A kind gesture, and one you appreciated greatly. On the few dates that you had, the men tended to try to shoot their shot, and when you made clear that nothing sexual would happen on the first date, their play-pretend interest in you evaporated like morning dew under the hot summer sun. 

Barely at home, you fought with yourself a little bit before texting Kisame. Was it too soon? Too rash? Too much? The questions swirled around in your head, but that couldn’t stop your fingers from typing out a message to him and sending it off. 

>It was a wonderful first date. Thank you so much for this day. :)

The answer came in an instant. Like Kisame had waited for your message with his phone in his hands.

>It was my pleasure. Sooo… About that second date…?

A little smile flashed over your face.

> I would love to. If you’re up for it.

> Now that you agreed, you’re not getting off the hook that easily.

It should feel like a threat. Something dangerous and threatening, something anxiety-inducing. Instead, there was a warm tingle spreading from the pit of your stomach all throughout your body. Still in your clothes and with your skin feeling suspiciously like you had a sunburn, you fell into your bed, all the while pressing your phone to your chest. 

You could try. You would, that much was clear. But you didn’t expect that tingle and the warmth, the little fluttering of your heart when Kisame gave again confirmation that he wanted to see you again. 

For the second date, you picked the location. Even though it was tempting to simply pick the secret spot at the lake once more, you went with a simple picnic in the park, followed by a walk through the greenery. Seeing Kisame with clothes on was still a bit weird, and you somehow expected him to wear a pair of swimming shorts beneath the rough jeans he wore to the date. Together with the marine-blue loose t-shirt, which still managed to cling to his muscles in all the right ways, it made Kisame easily the most attractive man in the park. 

A fact a few people also noticed. And they noticed you beside that attractive man, walking beside him, talking with him, being touched by him. And some obviously asked themselves what you had so Kisame spent his time with you.

He noticed. Of course, he did, you weren’t that secretive about your growing insecurity. 

Suddenly, Kisame stopped in his tracks. You nearly walked past him, but paused and turned ever so slightly to him. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.” His askew cheeky grin made your heart pound harder in your chest. He reached out, and when his big fingers closed around your smaller hand, your heart felt like leaping out of your throat. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“And what?” Despite the anxiety chewing at your insides, you dared to raise your chin in defiance. “What could I possibly think?”

“That you’re somehow not worthy to be here with me. That you’re not good enough. That the others look at you with disdain.” Kisame stepped a little bit closer. Just enough for the tips of his shoes to hit yours. Somehow, the new closeness stole your breath away. “But,” he leaned even closer, so close his mouth was tantalizing you with its look, and you could feel his breath ghost over your face, “but I want this. I want you. Only you. Never forget that.”

It didn’t matter anymore that the two of you were standing right on a neatly cared path leading through a wide park, with lots of people nearby to stare at the very open closeness between the two of you. But with your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears, you couldn’t care less. There was only Kisame, his scent, his body. All of him, and you were drowning. 

Will he…?

Oh god, no.

Oh god, yes. Yes, please.

For a few long moments, you wished and prayed that he would lean down further. That  you maybe found some courage and leaned in instead, to do what you wanted to do so desperately that it hurt. To feel his lips against yours, with the knowledge and security that he wanted you, warming you from within. 

But it didn’t happen. Kisame merely winked, like he could read your thoughts down to the comma, before straightening himself out. “I know what you want, little one. But you know what they say.”

“What?” You fell into step beside him, with your hand still held by his, his grip gentle and warm against your skin. 

“Third time, and by that I mean the infamous third date, is the charm.” Your hands, with the fingers tightly yet gently intertwined, swayed between your bodies. Such a nice touch, you forgot about anyone else but him.

It was so terribly easy to believe that it was real. You wanted to believe him, and part of you already did. Still, there was a tiny voice whispering and murmuring in your head. The voice was silent whenever you were with Kisame and talked with him, but it grew louder and louder whenever you were alone. 

Your insecurities were just muted when you were with him, not simply gone. You wished life would be that easy, but it rarely was. That was why you still felt like puking when you pulled up to the lake again, decked out with a two-piece swimsuit, light clothes and some light food, fitting for one of the last days of the summer. The nights got colder, sharp winds blew from time to time, and thankfully, rain started to come down more regularly. The last weeks of the hot drought took a toll on the environment, but in the next few days, the forecast announced rain and thunder.

Maybe, rain would fall even sooner than that. You could feel the humidity on your skin as you slipped out of your car, encompassing you like a coat as you made your way over to the beach. At the top of the hill, which descended into the sandy area, you could overlook the entire beach. Your eyes automatically went to the highest vantage point: the lifeguard seat. And there he was, the man you were casually — or maybe not so casually, as you hoped — seeing. Even over the distance, you could see how the man lounged in his chair, the long legs stretched out and dangling, one arm draped over the armrest, the other loosely holding onto a water bottle. A white tee hung from his shoulders, stuck to his skin in places where the sweat glued it to him. That meant he didn’t have to go into the water at all today, or just very early into his shift. 

You smiled. It also meant Kisame would be antsy to swim a few rounds. By now, you managed to find out one simple truth about the man: he loved to be in the water. A day spent without going for a swim was for him a wasted day. Even worse when it was hot and humid. 

You took a quick peek at your phone. Yeah, Kisame’s shift really was over in a few more minutes. Then, a little idea sparked in your brain. Yes, it was definitely a great idea. Before you knew it, you had opened your messenger app and typed out a quick message. Just a tiny hint of newly discovered cheekiness at play, and your thumb sent out the message before you could think too much about it. 

Of course, Kisame couldn’t really look at his phone. But only a few minutes after your message, the lanky guy with white hair stepped out of the small hut for the lifeguards. Without a hurry, he strolled over to the seat, with his arms crossed behind his head. 

Aah. Shift change. 

A bit late. And not hurrying in the slightest. 

Cheeky little…

Watching from afar was possibly even funnier than being up close. Like this, you could fully take in the scene: Kisame turning his head and spotting the younger lifeguard, who then climbed out of his seat and down from the higher vantage point. There, he waited, and waited, and waited for the younger guy to finally reach the stand, while he crossed his arms over his chest as he saw what you were witnessing. To say that he dressed the younger lifeguard down would be an overstatement. Just a small exchange of words, in which Kisame raised his fingers at the younger man, before walking off with wide strides. His eyes were intently set on his goal: the hut for the lifeguards. Only when he was halfway across the beach, he checked his phone, which he had placed into a small bag, together with his water bottle and sunscreen. All of those items were valuable for his job. 

He stopped in the middle of his tracks. Again, he read over the message, only for his head to snap up and scan his surroundings. 

> you’re looking good up there. Can’t wait to see you in the water, though. ;)

You knew he spotted you when his eyes met yours. Even over the distance, you could feel his look ghost over your body like fingers. From head to toe, he mustered you. A pleasant shudder wandered down your back, goose bumps peppering your arms and legs from the raw intensity of his look. Then, he raised his phone to his mouth, spoke for a moment, only to raise the same hand in a little wave. 

A few moments later, your phone pinged. Without looking, you knew the message was from Kisame. 

Just a short message, merely a few seconds long. You pressed the play button, your heart trembling at the prospect of hearing his voice already, while your eyes followed Kisame’s body, which had continued its way towards the hut.

“I’m looking good up there? Babe, why don’t you tell me stuff like this when I’m with you, huh? Then, I could at least tell you the same.”

A smile flashed over your lips. The way he said it… It sounded like he felt just as impatient as you possibly did. Yeah, you didn’t forget the stuff he said about the “third date”. Back at the park, it had been a promise, and now, it could become reality. 

Something deep down in your stomach curled. Curled and heated up, and the heat spread through all of your limbs. Subconsciously, you gripped your phone tighter. Fuck, you were down bad. Down bad for this man. Really, it was unfair.

Just so me to fall so much for someone.

Even if he’s into me, it’s like comparing an avalanche against some light snow. 

I’m sure I’m way more into him than he’s into me.

Before more doubts could arise, the door of the lifeguard-hut flew open, so hard that when it hit the wood of the wall, the entire building seemed to shake. 

Kisame stepped out, now dressed into a floral Hawaiian shirt, which was still open and fluttered around his naked torso more than it covered him up, and another pair of swimming shorts. 

“Sorry,” he spoke so loudly you could clearly understand him even over the distance, “won’t happen again. Have a nice day!” Before anyone could answer, Kisame threw the door shut again and came towards you in a half-jog, half relaxed walk. 

“Hey there.” His cheeky smile was infectious. Your own smile instantly brightened as he leaned down for a short hug. Just for a second, his arm around your shoulder pressed your body close to his, and the scent of sunscreen, lake water and something deeply musky enveloped you. Before you knew it, you took a deep breath in, and that breath kindled the heat inside of you. 

Yup. You were really down bad for him.

Kisame loosened the hug and stepped a small step back. His eyes flew up and down your figure, something akin to appreciation and possibly even adoration in his eyes. “Finally, I can return the compliment. You’re looking hot as hell today.”

“You’re overreacting.” Despite your insistence, you could feel how your face grew warmer. Such a simple compliment, and you were melting. Damn Kisame and his charm! Only barely, you lowered your eyes, only to flinch the tiniest bit when his fingers gently stopped you from doing so.

“Oh no,” Kisame grinned, “not today. Not when it’s the third date. You might think I have been terrible before, but you have seen nothing, babe.”

Babe. Uuurgh. 

Is it normal to get weak in the knees just because of that?

I never liked that nickname. But… I could get used to it.

And the way Kisame said it… Like he was caressing the syllable with his tongue, tasting every letter with the sensuality of a true, dedicated lover, with attention to detail and all the time on his hands. You really felt a little bit weak in the knees, just enough to excuse leaning into his hand as the one cupping your chin flattened against your face. 

“As much as I would love to stand here and grow roots with you,” his grin revealed more of his unusually sharp teeth, and just for a second, you imagined those teeth lightly digging into the sensitive skin of your shoulder, “I can’t wait to get alone with you. I have so much planned.”

“Planned?” you echoed. Really, it was hard to think at the moment. “What exactly?”

“Not much.” He shrugged. “Just a bit of swimming, relaxing, lying around in the sun, making out… You know, the usual.”

“Wait…” Did you hear that right? But before you could ask about what he said, Kisame’s thumb swiped over your lips, then suddenly fell away. Tingles spread all over your lips, making a whimper rise in your throat. What the hell was going on today with him? 

“I’m afraid I can’t wait. You neither. Let’s go to our spot, alright? Then we can… talk. And do the other things I mentioned.”

Your heart pounded at the speed of lightning as Kisame tugged gently at your hand, then started to walk towards the sandy parking lot. Also, your mind was reeling at the things which just happened. Like he promised, the third date would surely be memorable and a wild ride on top of that.

Heh. Wild ride.

Oh, shut up.

But yes. I hope it will be a wild ride.

Your face grew even warmer as you listened to your own horny thoughts. You definitely enjoyed some written porn occasionally, but your own sexual experiences were kind of limited. So, now, with the prospect of being thrust into that kind of situation, you were overcome with a totally different kind of jitter than before.

The walk back to the car was easily forgotten in your mind. The only part you could concentrate on with crystal-clear clarity was the feeling of your small hand in his, the many calluses, the way his fingers tightened as he led you towards his car, and the way his touch lingered just for a little bit longer before he let go, right when you were about to climb into his truck. 

You were still trying to get your warm face back under control when Kisame slipped into his own seat behind the wheel. But you were unsuccessful, measured at the newly awakened cheeky grin spreading across his face as he glanced at you before starting the engine. 

“Don’t,” you warned him, “just… don’t.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.”

“Believe me,” Kisame craned his neck to leave his parking spot backwards, with one hand safely secured on your seat, the other at the wheel, “if you could truly read my thoughts, then I would be in hot water.”

“Why?”

“Because from the very first moment,” another glance to you, then Kisame turned his eyes completely towards the road ahead of him, “my thoughts about you were completely indecent.”

That did absolutely nothing to calm the raging flush on your face. Nor did it calm you down, with the quickly growing lust burning through your veins like a forest fire. It made you squirm around, wringing your fingers together even though it was in plain sight for Kisame, and the need and want for something you barely really experienced made you press your thighs together.

A sudden hand captured yours, pressing it to the top of your thigh. The touch made the squirming even worse, but you definitely couldn’t wring your hands anymore, not like this. 

“Nothing to say to that revelation?” he asked. His tone was deep and rich, all smooth honey and rich smoke. “Or are you so blown away by that?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, “and, to continue being honest, I’m also really, really overthrown by your sudden… advances.”

“Advances?”

“Yes, advances. I…” You swallowed dryly, all the while your thumb twiddled with his index finger. “I never had someone… saying such things to me.”

“It’s about time, then.”

“But why now?” The pad of your thumb circled the rough knuckle of his index finger. You stopped for a moment, thought and sorted your thoughts, before continuing. Slowly, with every word weighing on your tongue like iron. “Why… The first two dates were, like… They felt like you wanted to get to know me. This… now it feels like you only want to get into my pants.”

He shrugged. “Can’t I want both at the same time?”

“Yes, of course. But… it was never like that with me.”

“And that’s,” he slowed down the truck, preparing to turn into the small pocket leading into the forest, “exactly the reason why I’m doing it.”

His answer confused you even more. What was that supposed to mean? Some kind of twisted pleasure in seeing you all flushed and flustered? Was that it? Deep down, though, you knew that wasn’t the solution. No, the real answer to the question felt like the one thing you feared a little bit, because it would be so hard to accept: that he was genuinely interested in you. In your personality and in your body, desired both, even. 

As you struggled your way through the thought process, Kisame parked the truck between the trees. As he fastened the handbrake, he had to pull his hand away, but as soon as the engine was off, his touch was back. Insistent yet gentle, unfolding your fingers and allowing them to curl around his hand again.

Your eyes were glued to that miraculous sight. A big hand wrapped around yours, obviously enjoying the feel of your hand in his. 

“The reason,” he started, and his voice seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the car, “is so simple. Because you hinted at something like this on our last date.”

“I did?”

As far as his seat and the limited space allowed, Kisame scooted around. “Yeah. Really, only hinted at. Took me some time to get it.”

“What a relief.” Even though you weakly chuckled, your insides seemed to freeze. What could he have possibly been thinking? 

“You don’t have a lot of experience with… things like this. Relationships. Romance.” Kisame paused. “Sex. And together with other, very human insecurities, resulted in you being nervous around me.”

“You noticed?”

“Babe,” another shudder wandered down your back, so strong you had to close your eyes, “it was pretty hard not to notice.”

“Right.” You still didn’t look up, just continued to twiddle with his fingers. “And why now this… this charm-offense?” 

“Cool people also call it flirting, you know? And I want to flirt with you because I hope that it will boost your confidence a bit. And make you actually believe that I’m interested in you. Mind, body, the entire package,” he answered. His fingers flexed around yours, only to gently slip away. “But if you don’t want that, just tell me and I will stop. Alright?”

“Alright,” you mumbled. The heat on your face would probably stay there forever. No chance to go back to your original body temperature, not when Kisame was so close and so charming. As you climbed out of the car, while he was busy unloading the back of his trunk, you tried to make sense of the revelation.

Kisame wants to flirt with me.

Because he wants to give me some confidence in myself.

And because he finds me attractive.

You couldn’t believe it fully, not yet. But maybe, just maybe, you believed it a tiny bit more than before. And as you continued to watch him, with his sweaty muscles moving right below the fabric of his tee, something inside your chest grew. The small spark of hesitant craving, kindled by the touches and his comments and his unwavering want for you to believe in him, grew more and more. 

Fuck, you wanted him. Wanted this. And just once, you wanted to… Just once, you wanted to be brave and confident and sexy, all the things you never had been. But somehow, he saw those qualities in you, and when he described you in the brightest colors… you felt instantly ten kilos lighter, with your heart leaping out of your chest and a smile lifting the corners of your mouth.

And you tried. Kisame was still busy unloading the truck, setting down bag after bag onto the ground. So, he didn’t look into your direction when you stepped up behind him, but he definitely noticed your tentative hand reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Just a small touch. Nothing big, merely your fingers gracing over the curve of his shoulder. The first contact initiated by you, because you wanted to. 

The reaction was instant. Kisame stopped all of his movement. A tremble flared through him, but he held impossibly still. A statue, just for you. For you to touch and explore and discover. Again, your hand reached over, followed the sharp curve of his shoulder. Down, to the iron cable of his biceps. The muscle twitched beneath your touch, just a small flare. But you felt it; felt the miniscule motion in the palm of your hand, as well as a wave of heat washing through your veins. 

You continued the careful discovery of Kisame’s arm, while the newly found and small spark of bravery made you open your mouth and form words which forced itself into existence. 

“You make me want to be the person you see in me, Kisame. Really, I want to. But…” You shrugged weakly. “I don’t know how.”

When Kisame moved, your hand fell away. His warmth though didn’t. He turned and stepped closer, so close you were forced to look up into his face as your nose would have otherwise hit his sternum. He looked down on you, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath his gaze. 

If he touches me right now, I will spontaneously combust.

“I can give you a hint, if you want.” His face was suddenly closer. Startled, you stepped backwards, but there was only the side of the truck. Kisame followed, effectively blocking you in, and leaving you with nothing but weak knees, a quickly beating heart and the nervous jitter of anticipation rummaging through your body. He closed in on you, with his arms extending, caging you in between the truck and his naked chest, only framed by the flaps of his floral Hawaiian shirt.

“Is that enough of a hint?” His eyes fluttered down to your mouth, only to flick back up again. “Or do you need… more proof?”

“Yes.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice, all breathless and needy. Barely above a whisper, and despite the closeness, you weren’t sure if Kisame heard you. But before you could speak up again, he leaned in, and you knew.

Knew when his lips met yours. Barely contained hunger, mixed with hard-earned experience, still a bit wet and tasting of the lake, but still so uniquely him — the kiss was all Kisame, and you could do nothing but ride it out. And god, you wanted to ride it out. With a low moan vibrating deep in your throat, you opened your mouth. Needing him, all of him. Your arms came up, small hands splayed across strong shoulders, holding on just barely, clawing into the warm skin and tight cords of muscles. A gasp was drowned in his mouth as his tongue met yours, first shy and playful, only to flick across your lips with devilish intent. Just for a moment, he pulled back, and you could feel his lips smiling against your mouth. 

“You’re burning for me, babe. So eager and innocent to feel.” His grin widened just a fraction, before he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, albeit it wasn’t any less hot and made your toes wiggle in your shoes. It left you dizzy, with your head spinning, and your eyes fluttered open just in time to see Kisame’s half-lidded eyes and the quickest flash of sharp teeth. At that, your knees grew weak. Fuck, now you were happy about the truck in your back as it kept you upright and standing in the face with Kisame’s… entire being.

He’s… so fucking hot. I’m melting.

Am I melting? Yeah, to a freaking puddle right at his feet, begging to be stepped on. 

Internet horniness has ruined me in that regard. Because I’m so close to just asking to be stepped on.

Thankfully, you didn’t actually ask that. Just a pitiful little whimper left your mouth as Kisame stepped away, with his eyebrows wiggling like the devil he was.

“And please believe me when I say,” his eyes raked up and down your figure, taking every little detail — the slightly disheveled hair, the reddened lips, the hazy look in your eyes — in, “that I’m burning for you just as much, babe. Maybe even more so.”

Only slowly, the meaning of his words filtered through the fog of deep craving for another kiss. He wanted you. Wanted to kiss you, wanted to touch you. But the insecurity inside you still reared its ugly head, slithering around and whispering about your size, your looks and your taste in clothes. As you picked up your stuff and followed Kisame down the beaten path into the forest, you were still pondering. Pondering and trying to reason with yourself. 

Will I ever feel secure? Secure enough to not doubt this every minute of the day?

Will Kisame continue to be this understanding? Or will I annoy him soon enough with my constant self-doubt?

I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know. 

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[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 7: I'd Like to Walk Around in Your Mind

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter

Summary of chapter: Uchiha Itachi: intimidating, deadly, and right in front of her. But can she know him at all from reputation alone? (Also Kisame is here and I love him very very much.)

Author's Note: The song for this chapter is I'd Like to Walk Around in Your Mind by Vashti Bunyan. I've been in love with it for a long time, how sweet and eerie it is and that I relate to it a lot, but only recently caught onto me as an Itachi kind of song.

CW for this chapter in specific for references and allusions to abusive situations / physical abuse.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I'd like to walk around in your mind someday

I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Petrichor bakes in the sunshine, onto the earth like coals after a fire: a welcome scent after such destruction. Taking shelter caused the two replacements delay, but at least there was assurance Zetsu would keep their watch in absence. Disconcerting as he may be, it was better than the alternatives that used to be here. Blue toes step into the brief clearing of the forest, this little welcome mat of the abandoned mansion. A straw hat slips off his head, revealing that sharp teeth aren’t his only animalistic quality as gill-lined eyes blink.

It doesn’t take a missing-nin to notice a shape in the window abruptly duck away. The tall man hums.

“Guess she’s a skittish one.”

Pressing her back against the wall, half-slunk to the floor in panic, the woman clutches her racing heart. Oh fuck, oh FUCK he fucking saw her, didn’t he?! Finding him watching— as he seems to always do— she explains herself to Zetsu as if it will make this less sinful:

“I just happened to look out the window- you know, wondering if they’re arriving soon like we thought- and he was THERE, I swear! Just, all of a sudden! God, I made it worse. I just made it worse.” Making it known how jumpy she is, that is. First impressions are everything! And she just HAPPENED to have a good one of killing people and making money the last time! What do fish-men respect? Probably not someone who flees and flops like bleeding prey! But of course, Zetsu has nothing to absolve her of; in fact, this turn of events is quite amusing.

Let’s make it even more worse.

“It’ll be quite an honor, you know,” White Zetsu purrs.

“...Huh?” A performer drunk on sleeplessness is the absolute most malleable subject- that is, easy to scare. Delightful.

“To meet them and live! Especially Uchiha Itachi.” He pauses, analyzing her response. The traveler double-takes a glance out the window, the shark-man looming across the way as if to wait for something before crossing the final gap. His grin is unwavering. She turns back to Zetsu, brow curled in wary curiosity.

“…Who?”

That’s a notch in the “not faking it” counter, he notes. It’s this point on that the woman’s full attention is wrapped in the weavings of her flytrap, allowing a second figure to step out into the drips of sun, unnoticed:

“Well...here we are,” the first one nearly sighs. “The time has come, hasn’t it?” This isn’t exactly his ideal way of spending his days. It’s a civilian, no known enemies: the objective is simply to protect and comprehend. No high stakes, no swordplay, just time and talk. Part of him thinks the gal should just stick with their spy. Now beside him, a pale, ringed hand drops a matching straw hat, smooth black hair swishing with the residual breeze. The elder partner continues to prod the young man for more of his mind.

“Do you think it’s true?” he nearly teases, like an older kid that knows better about monsters under the bed. “The show must have been quite convincing for our leader to take it seriously.”

Itachi exhales behind the cover of his cloak’s neck. “That isn’t something that matters. We have our mission. The truth will come in time.”

Kisame smirks at this play on his own words. Ah, time...how much of his time will be spent in this lull of a daydream? For the other side of the clearing they approach, it feels a bit more like a nightmare.

“Itachi is of great status and fame here. He is a former ANBU member,” the softer Zetsu says in drawling precision, much like telling the younger campers a ghost story at the fire, “The most skilled ninja in all of Konohagakure, arguably the world as we know it. His genjutsu is flawless, second to none.”

The woman takes in his tone, but the words pass through from ear to ear. “...I don’t know what any of these things mean...—”

“He slaughtered his clan.”

Four words that do make sense in that exact order.

“Oh.”

Bump bump bump!

The traveler nearly jumps out of her skin at the knock on the door. Her head twists to Zetsu to open and greet, but he’s keeping them waiting. Oh... Oh… Oh.

“Answer,” Black Zetsu says.

She’s not too keen on her sudden ownership of this house.

Two men wait patiently under the porch awning, in silence, as a little crack in the doorway creaks wider and wider at the breakneck pace of a lazy slug. A shaky eye on half a mousy face appears; the Kirigakure-nin knows it’s square on him. Who can blame her, he guesses, sorta scares everybody outside of the Mist. Only problem is this isn’t a brief encounter: it’s going to be long term. How do you diffuse this sort of timidness?

The staring begins. Speak, either she hears in her head or Zetsu commands. Speak, either he hears in his head or Itachi commands.

“Are you—?” The blue swordsman and the wary house host begin at once. Interrupting one another, the man grunts in response to the woman’s squeaky “eep!”, throwing her hand over her mouth in an apology. Cute if this is a one time thing, annoying if this is going to be the next several weeks of his life. Joking is second nature to him when there’s nothing left to do about such timidness:

“Oh, come now,” he speaks, voice smooth and deep as the sea, “He isn’t as scary as he looks!” He turns to the younger man in a bit of a quiet call for help. The dark-haired one raises a hand, gently pushing open the door for a better view of one another.

He isn’t as scary-? She looks to the second man for the first time at this suggestion, pale with raven tones in his locks and eyes. He...really isn’t scary at all, she decides, taking the taller one too literally. Maybe he’s Itachi’s entourage, since people are so afraid of him.

“Miss Takara.” His voice is velvet, mouth hidden behind his coat. “We’re your guards, assigned by the Akatsuki.” His choice of words, always and forever, purposeful. “May we enter?” By this point, the shorter shinobi has stepped forward, filling most of her sight, but it’s hard to ignore beady white eyes above pearly teeth shadowed as they nearly touch the porch awning. She swallows. She nods. She steps aside and lets them in.

“...Of course. Sorry. I’m just—” Nervous? Can’t admit that. Scared? Even worse. Unused to human contact? Too true and long to explain. “...Sorry.”

The length and girth of the standard Akatsuki attire, of course, is enlarging and intimidating on its own atop whomever’s shoulders bear the burden, but the vast difference between the two gentlemen- shorter one first, then the giant- is staggering. The traveler can see it, the way the latter passes in front of her. The fire, the thunder, the blood, the what have you that accompanied the death of his own family. She imagines it swathing around the shark, those massive hands stabbing or choking to death—

His head turns and meets her eyes again. Hurriedly, the woman dips her gaze, holding her hands obediently. To him, it’s as if she’s too shy to even breathe; Kisame’s used to being intimidating but this is a bit ridiculous. Something else may be going on, and she misses a silent look between the two men to communicate that.

“It's nice to meet you. We apologize for our late arrival,” the pale man says. “The windstorm posed a threat if we didn’t take shelter. Are you well?”

Is she well?

That’s not a question she expected. Fluttering eyelids allow her sight to raise, seeing the speaker intent on her while the azure killer glances about the decrepit entryway; she can sense his disdain for it. The woman nods. There is no option but to nod. It isn’t very convincing. From her view so much lower than he, she can’t tell that the shark’s smile has become a frown. His partner continues.

“We’ve traveled far, many days and nights to make our way to you. Do you have any food to share?”

...And that question is actually a really damn good one! Does she? “I...oh, I actually don’t know. Let me ask Zet—”

The woman turns just in time to see a closed plant finish sinking into the floorboards and disappearing from all of existence.

“...su.”

He left her alone. Zetsu filled her head with fears and left before giving ANY advice on how to handle someone- who by his tongue- is a genius mass murderer. The back of her mouth begins to whine, as if it’ll help her find the words he’d give. She can’t move— she can feel them staring at her. Feet are glued to the ground, and she’s shrinking smaller and smaller as the seconds pass.

Itachi looks to Kisame. “The village nearby should have provisions. I’ll stay with her.” Kisame sighs.

“Of course...” Is that disappointment in his voice? Still frozen, she hears him slink away, as much as someone of his size can, and step out and off. He passes in front of the window where they first spotted one another, and she catches his one glance back.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I'd like to run and jump on your solitude

I'd like to rearrange your attitude to me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A spider greets with empty dishware as light pours into the cabinet, a frantic eye trailing back and forth, up and down for something left to eat. It’s never a good feeling, being a host, and having less than needed to simply be polite. However, she finds it even worse when no one is here on their own free will. She frowns at the creature, humming sadly as its front door closes. Nothing so far, and she’s running out of places to look. As she twists her chin over her shoulder in one last desperate glance, she catches a mouth and chin— finally— peaking out from under the cover of cloth as the man, too, raises his head. It takes a moment before the host realizes he’s staring at the large cracks in her ceiling.

“I— don’t really spend a lot of time in here. Sorry it looks—” A second arachnid creeps out and in two adjacent openings where he looks. “...Like this.” Not knowing what to expect, she finds neither comfort nor fear in his wordless response. His head pans over the corner room of this bottom floor, evaluating its features of broken windows and dripping faucet. He blinks, as if to signify to himself the picture is taken— the evaluation is over— and he speaks ever-so-softly once again.

“Show me the rest of your home.”

From him, it’s not a demand but a request, so she complies easily, gesturing to the exit of this room to the following. Maybe she should be more concerned, given Kakuzu’s final warning, but this man is so...calm. He asks a question, and he listens. Perhaps after so much time with Hidan, the host has forgotten what manners are. Either way, her iceblock of a chip on her shoulder is starting to melt; he can see it carries less tension than when Kisame was there; he had made the right call.

“I haven’t spent much time exploring,” she begins, truthfully, as she leads up the stairs. “I have my space and Hidan and Kakuzu have—...had theirs.” Each creak of the steps is louder now that their arguing is gone. Was it always this bad? The handrail wavers under the guest's feathery touch.

“This is where Kakuzu stayed.” An arm gestures to the closed door. “I. Never was allowed in. And that one was Hidan’s.” A second motion, to yet one more closed door. “He. Never let me in his, either.” But Itachi is not Takara, and he is not afraid even in their absence. The first room’s knob is turned…

“Oh.”

A neatly made bed, a briefcase on top. It almost looks like a businessman left his suitcase in the hotel room and left. She had expected...something? She guessed? From someone so private. She allows herself a shrug before she continues to walk away, while Itachi notes the X-ed out profiles stuck to the wall and studies the scent of rot coming from a mass underneath the bed frame.

Next in line, her hand reaches to Hidan’s door...and before Itachi thinks to stop her, the stench of death floods out, a dusty red circle with an astringent, metallic odor centering the room with splatters every size of blood on every. Damn. Surface. She goes pale and weakens in the knees, prompting the man to bolster her up with an arm around the hip as another decides this room should probably just stay shut.

“Anyway!!!” she panics cheerily, trying to maintain composure while standing up straight out of his hold. “There’s lots of rooms I don’t really use. Some of them have beds if you need—” Of course they’ll need, stupid! “You can use any room you’d like!”

The things untouched by the other Akatsuki are the last thing on Itachi’s mind right now. “Where do you stay?” Perhaps a bit bold to ask himself into a lady’s bedroom, but circumstances will allow. She points up with her index finger.

“I picked the one farthest away. I’m kinda shy— weird, I know, singing and all— so I stay up there and recharge until I’m ready to go!” A fist swings in front of a woman overly-enthusiastic and obviously lacking sleep; Itachi keeps his own placid demeanor in turn.

“Show me.”

And even as that whine begins under her breath again, how can she say no?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You say you just want peace and you'd never hurt anyone

You see the end before the beginning has ever begun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The task is harder than anticipated, Kisame finds. He nearly looks lost, head turning as the bustle of the village is hushed with each coming step of his, every conversation trailing off as he passes. The blue face looks side to side, everyone either making eye contact too long or refusing it altogether. He doesn’t much care for trips like this, without his partner to cushion the blow of social awkwardness. For a missing-nin, he still cares too much about the attention he draws. Ah well. A mission is a mission, no matter how trivial. Food, basics...and something to soften things with the girl. Actions speak louder than words, always— that’s one of many reasons he and Itachi have such mutual respect. If she’s as frightened as a mouse, perhaps a bit of cheese may help her tolerate the fingers who give it.

His wave of indigo hair bobs up and down like a fin as he judges each shop, too damn low for him to see without slouching. Kisame hardly knows this lady. What’s something guaranteed for every woman to like…?

And it comes to him like a prayer answered, cut stems bearing blossoms and blooms, for sale by the bunch.

The florist’s eyes bore into him, of course, as he trails purple-painted nails underneath the leaves of one flower, evaluating its health. Mind his own business, and hopefully she minds hers, that's all there is to it. The bouquet is lifted from the display and set carefully onto the counter.

“How much for this one?”

The florist is dead still in response, no speaking, no moving. Her lips form a straight line.

…This whole routine the village has is getting a touch too dramatic, isn’t it?

“At least say if you aren’t willing to sell to me—”

“Do you know her?”

Kisame grunts in surprise as the abrupt interrogation. He glances her over a second time, more carefully, and understands her tight-fisted stance is more serious than afraid. What should he answer to that?

The association is obvious: “You wear their cloak. She was with others like you. She visited our village alone in the day, and they brought her back by night.”

He blinks. This is the first time he’s heard of them taking her anywhere. Most he heard is that she liked to sing and her singing was weird, and somehow she was still alive despite the company.

“Please.” Foolish to beg at the feet of an Akatsuki, she must know, and he picks up desperation beneath the resolve. “If she’s alive…bring her back to me? She loved my flowers. Came by to see them every day. I...— I never had a chance to give her this...—”

Nervous hands fumble behind the counter, and Kisame half-braces for a weapon that doesn’t come. It’s a little jar, cupped in her palms. “She asked me once how I kept my hands soft after working all day in the garden. I promised her I’d make her own jar of the stuff.” Tentatively, the cloaked man plucks up the thing, silly and delicate with its ribbon bow in his roughened grasp. He uses a couple of fingers to twist it in inspection. Sensing possible distrust, the woman is eager to assuage his suspicions.

“It’s lotion— that’s all. I make it myself, with ingredients I grow. If she’s alive, just—” Can’t help but choke up at the question of if. “—Give it to her for me. For us, even? People here miss her. At least when she was here once a night...we knew she was okay...but...Do what you have to do,” the florist adds hurriedly, aware of the little influence she has over a force so tremendous. Kisame contemplates the glass container, flecks of flower petals inside that dye the milky salve as its raised to the sun, and the woman’s shoulders lower in relief as it finds home in his pocket. She complains not as random coin is dropped onto her counter and the man leaves, peace offerings in tow.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I would disturb your easy tranquility

I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile

I'd sit there in the sun of the things I like about you

I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :���ﾟ. ───

They climb yet one more flight and walk past untouched halls and rooms of dust and decay, a pair of yellow eyes caught by black ones before disappearing once more. He continues with no mention. Zetsu’s spying doesn’t bother him nor change his actions. The woman’s hand pulls a lever and she asks him to step back before an angled ladder slides with a thwump! from a hatch in the ceiling. That...looks like an attic, the man ponders, though following her up all the same.

And, as she lights a candle, he sees it is one, too.

“This is where I sleep,” she says, pleasantly. Kisame-height or not, you can’t stand up straight in here, even at the vertex where rooftops meet. Itachi’s eyes follow the dancing light she set on the wall to take in the details: a pile of blankets and pillows; many, many boxes surely from the previous owner with two skittering mice playing king of the hill amongst them; a single, meager window frosted with cobwebs; and then -

“That’s my guitar!” A proud answer, for once, so he pulls himself from the negative and listens well. As eager and anxious as any night at the bar, with her hunched back she slides over to her nest, placing the instrument in her lap. After so long of having the performer routine, it’s almost like putting her face back on, getting to hold its neck again.

Buh, duh, da, dee, dum…~

She strums the chords before thinking, pressing palm flat on the strings to mute further excitement. He didn’t ask. What if he doesn’t want to hear it? What if he’d hate it? Shame washes over as quickly as it left, but just as the woman begins to lift the guitar off her shoulders, she hears a soft “don’t.”

Black eyes even more matte in the dark, they draw closer to the performer as the man joins her where she sits. The motion is so smooth, it's ethereal. And then he’s so close, the sides of their thighs are touching. She contemplates this until he speaks once more, flame-lit gaze meeting hers.

“I’d like to hear it.”

…The lady hesitates. He repeats himself.

“Grace me with your music, Miss Takara.”

She purses her lips. “...I’m not as good as people say I am.” Where did that come from? It’s a fear of hers, deep down- a truth that she’s known from the start. Yeah, she’s known it, but why is she tripping over herself to say it now of all times? “I don’t write anything. They just...haven’t heard it before. And haven’t heard it right.”

“Is that so wrong?” he returns.

…

“It feels like it,” she whispers, having no other answer than this.

…

“Do you fear me?”

The answer is immediate, much to her surprise. “No, I— You’ve been...nothing but nice to me. So far.” Perhaps not long enough to justify this sort of trust, that’s what she actually is afraid of. He radiates peace, stability...it’s something she’s not felt in years, let alone since she’s been here.

"Then I would like to hear your music."

Her mouth twitches. It stills. It twitches again. Finally, she can grimace a smile to the man, hoping she may be safe as long it is just the two of them and the dust motes. It’s known, somehow, in her gut, and she’s okay feeling this way up until she’s proven mistaken and gets slashed wide open. The risk is more comfortable than the alternative.

“...What kind of song?” she offers.

He does something he only does for someone who can keep a secret, and he smiles back.

“The choice is yours.”

So, the song on her mind.

To an audience of one, her heart begins to race. Are there stakes to this game? Should she still be afraid of a bad first impression? It was kind of ruined at having him realize he has to stay here in this grimy, unkempt house she hasn’t even managed to tame. But he’s still here, he still listens. It’ll make staying with Itachi- the scary one on his way back any second now— easier. Maybe he'll be nice, too? We can cross that bridge when we get to it. Her audience right now could be anything or anyone, and yet he chooses to sit beside her, and even if it doesn’t last, he will pay attention. She’d like to walk around in his mind, she confesses. She’d like to know exactly what he thinks of her, nay, choose how she is thought of if the answer scares her. How terrible a confession. She’d like his respect. For his kindness to stay. As she closes her eyes and talks melodies in the dark, a patch of her skin slips out of her sweater. The crow stares, but he says nothing until she’s done swirling her curls of hair around her neck and sweetly requesting, under her breath and in song, to be loved without being too noticed.

That breath hitches as when she’s finished, he approaches closer in her space and lightly pulls a strand of hair off her shoulder. Fingers stretch out to match the space made by her markings, pale ones covering the shadow of Kakuzu’s that were left behind. A wince— sudden chill and the soreness of touch— and she pulls back.

Too close, too intimate. The man sees right through her now, for better or for worse. His black irises raise like moons off the ground, from her bruise to her face. The woman has lived in squalor as the two before him— resilient and unsympathetic as they are— carried on with no worry. What things did she see them do? How much did they hurt her?

“Hey, hey, it’s nothing, see?” She gestures to it, only to surprise herself with how purple and distinct the injury turned out even in such low light, but she has to continue the role of pacifist. “It was...on accident. He was talking about something serious before he left, and—”

And this doesn’t sound so good being said out loud, does it?

The man closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, briefly recentering before they open again. She didn’t notice they had a red tint until now.

“Tell me who.”

Even without him present, she can’t help but repeat her defense for the man who gave her a name. “It’s not a big deal, it was on accident—”

“Who?”

Though spoken soft, the word rings in her head like a bell, and the answer falls from her lips. The woman becomes lightheaded, not noticing she was led back downstairs until she’s fumbling her way onto a couch with the magician in tow. It’s about when she’s registered this change that the front entry closes and a bundle of blue daisies walks itself in. Kisame stops where he sees her, sweater removed and injury obvious, dead in his tracks. She looks nearly delirious, and so he mutters his partner’s name.

“Itachi-san…—”

To her ears, it’s the wrong voice that’s saying it, but the younger man answers in kind:

“Kisame,” he speaks, serious as death, and like she’s waking up, the woman begins to realize who is who. The word is all the swordsman needs to hear for permission, not needing to be asked to set down his bags and drop to his knees at the woman's side. Hypnotized eyes ogle as she reevaluates, first that this is not Itachi, the clan slaughterer—

“Forgive me for getting so close so soon, princess—” He divulges the nickname he originally made to mock her, having time on the road to imagine problems to come. Sharp teeth grit in clear agitation.“Dammit. They said they didn’t touch you… I had my doubts…” It isn’t much, but he has gratitude for the little jar as he picks it from his inner coat and twists it open, the scent of friendly folks forgotten wrapping around her head. "Guess you can't train a zombie after all." Grey-tinted fingers dip into cold lotion, but they retract just as soon as they touch.

“Ah—!”

Kisame hears her hiss and looks to his partner for guidance, abruptly unsure of himself now that the objective is to help instead of harm. The firm gaze he gets instructs him to keep going.

The application of the stuff is like he’s afraid to break the girl, like he too could easily leave these marks without trying. Surprisingly, she allows it. While she’s porcelain, he’s sandpaper. This, unlike him, is someone who is cared for. She’s loved, and yet she is alone. He doesn’t think highly of her— not enough time in the collective couple of minutes they’ve been in the same place— but he finds himself rooted in respect of the wake of her actions. It’s a shame. It’s a shame that she had to spend so long with the zombies. He'll do better— goddammit, he can at least do better, low a bar as it is. It won’t be a fun job, taking care of her, but it’s one Kisame is beginning to find has meaning. In turn, the woman knits her brow, though the rest of her is helpless but to ease under his fingertips as they slide under the strap of her dress and brush the edge of her collarbone.

“Hold on… It's not medicine, but it’s better than nothing. Just stay still a second longer.” The more he massages the bruise, motions gingerly and attentive, the clearer she can tell how warm his hands are, how under his strength is intent and conscientiousness. Kisame is no monster after all, she can see. It fills her to the brim with something overwhelming, though she doesn’t know what. She wants to thank him— she wants to apologize— but her voice is blank as this other emotion takes over, numbing. Briefly, with the soothing rhythm he takes upon her wound, she shuts her eyes. Hardly managing to crack open again, she witnesses two blood red ones return to black.

—Second, that this is the one she was told to fear. Words of pardon and excuses from Kisame become more and more mute as she takes in the sight of he who is stabilizing her by sitting beside again, holding her hand as rays of setting day glow around them. The man is a bloom like datura, alluring and lovely but with so many fallen dead to his feet. But he is so nice. He was nice to her. What Zetsu said can’t be true, can it?

Last thing she thinks before drifting away is that there's no answer on the Uchiha's face.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But most of all I'd like you to be unaware

And I'd just wander away

Trailing palm leaves behind me

So you don't even know that I've been there

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#akatsuki x reader #aswtn fic #songfic #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi x reader #kisame x reader #hoshigaki kisame x reader #blue daisies stand for long term trust btw :)

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Yandere Akatsuki Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ — 🍥 lady l: something I thought about for a while and decided to do it now. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of death, yandere themes, stalking and jealousy.

❝🍥pairing: platonic yandere!akatsuki x gender neutral!reader.

Becoming part of Akatsuki was an important decision and one you knew shouldn't be made lightly. They were wanted and dangerous criminals. Once you decided to join, there would be no going back.

You were not innocent, you had already killed and committed some minor crimes and you were a well-trained ninja. That's why you decided to join Akatsuki. You just didn't know that your life would turn out completely different than you initially thought it would.

Pain was a little wary of allowing you to join Akatsuki, as not only did you not have a little-known reputation but there was something about you that unnerved him. That attracts him. But he decided to agree, after talking to Konan.

That's how you joined the world's most wanted ninja, Akatsuki and became their obsession.

Pain is the leader of Akatsuki and has a god complex. He is serious and distant, rarely approaching other members except to give him missions or orders. However, when he is Nagato he is totally different. Kind and shy. You and Konan are the only people who really know him as Nagato.

Regardless of your identity, he is very protective of you. He sees you as something good, as one of the few remnants of goodness, even if you are a criminal, you are still better than everyone. Besides being quite possessive of you. He wants to become a God and he will, but he sees no point in becoming one if you are not by his side.

Konan possessed a calmness, an admirable and frightening control. She has enviable self-control and this is visible in the way she deals with you. She is very calm around you, offering a kind smile and seeking any form of affection she can get from you.

She is desperate for affection, but she will never admit it. Konan is very intelligent and knows how to manipulate you. Stoic and cold-blooded, she will kill anyone who gets in her way, in your life other than herself and the other members. She takes whatever time she can have by your side.

Tobi has lost a lot during his life and these losses have shaped him into who he is today. He never expected to get attached to someone again, to love someone else after being deprived of someone he loved. This made him paranoid and very overprotective of you. Obito already lost someone he loved once, he won't lose you too.

He is introverted, however, and tries to avoid social interactions with the other Akatsuki members as much as possible, but with you, he is more sociable. Tobi is very possessive and always has one eye on you, especially when you are around the other members.

Itachi is calm and reserved, his feelings for you, the obsession he harbors, are very well hidden behind his mask. Not even the other members know Itachi very well, as he is enigmatic and mysterious. He deals with you the same way he does with everyone else, calmly and without showing much of how he feels. This makes you more distant.

However, he is not a really bad person. He did bad things, things he will regret. He sees a second chance in you, he trusts his intuition and you a lot. Itachi has a strong sense of empathy towards you and he is the one who notices the most if you are uncomfortable or upset about something, usually offering you comfort. He is possessive, however, because he has already lost a lot and wants your attention to him.

Kisame is a tailless tailed beast, a shark in humanoid form and he has strong predator instincts. He is very aggressive and can often be dominated by his bloodlust and desire for death, but he knows how to control himself when he wants to or when ordered to do so. You are one of the few people who can convince him to have mercy.

He's very perceptive, though. Kisame is always on alert and is aware of any danger and his first reaction is to take you away from danger. He is very protective and is also great at analyzing people and will know when you are bad.

Kakuzu only cares about money and himself, an avaricious and greedy man. He used to be like that until you joined Akatsuki and he started to care about you, but like a possession. Something that belonged to him, something to be controlled.

He often says that you can only trust him and money, the only two things you can rely on. Kakuzu is very attached to you and cares in his own way. He has a violent temper and becomes obsessed easily and you are his biggest obsession. He gets jealous very easily and reacts harshly to it.

Zetsu is a duality and only a manipulation, a difficult one to read and understand. White Zetsu is the easiest to deal with, he is playful and carefree, and he loves to tease others. He is very calm and loves to have fun with you, but he is very protective of you and although he doesn't usually use violence, he will.

Black Zetsu is the real problem. He is very intelligent and is the real brain behind many plans, serious and experienced. He is a great manipulator, appearing trustworthy and loyal, but his true loyalty is unknown to you. He is very possessive and a born stalker and will kill anyone who gets too close to you. He gets into several conflicts with White Zetsu because of this.

Deidara is extremely proud and fully believes that the greatest art form is destruction. He does not accept defeat and will always seek revenge. He is very reckless and even impulsive, often acting without thinking and that includes you. But he is not stupid, but rather calculating.

He is easily jealous and no one can insult you around him, as he will go crazy and be willing to sacrifice even himself to destroy the offender. Deidara protects you fiercely and his possessiveness leads him to states of madness that only you or Sasori can control. His favorite activity is the art of explosion with you.

Sasori is devoid of any human emotion, has no feelings of affection and is even considered inhuman. He doesn't feel anything, he never cared about anyone or anything, until he met you. Cold and distant, Sasori just watches from afar, preferring to keep his attention on his puppets.

You made him feel something for the first time in years, someone he could finally have the love he always wanted as a child. Sasori, although distant, still stays close to you when it suits him. He became possessive, even threatening the other Akatsuki members over you. He doesn't care about anything or anyone except you. And he won't let you be taken from him. Even if he has to turn you into a puppet. You will stay together.

Hidan has no respect for anything or anyone, insulting everything and everyone that suits him. Not even his own leader is safe from his insults, considering he doesn't respect him at all. Although a religious ninja, Hidan acts in a manner completely contrary to a religious person. He kills everything and everyone without any remorse.

He is quite easygoing towards you, his insults are never directed at you and he will eviscerate anyone who dares to insult you. Hidan is a sadist, finding pleasure in causing pain and killing his victims in the most painful way possible. He definitely wants to teach you how to be like him.

Akatsuki became more united when you joined and although there will always be conflicts between them, you became the missing piece. Pain would never let you leave, not when you were true peace. You're stuck with them forever.

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[somekisamestuff]

Our shark daddy SERVING LOOKS in Naruto Mobile game. This is almost what i imagine while reading hot fanfictions about him😭💙

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[or0ch1maru]

𝟭𝟴+ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜, 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ;)

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𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 & 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

•these two love nothing more than a brat, someone to challenge them. someone who pushes their limits.

•both are brat tamers, all for punishments and funishments. You want to act out? Too damn bad. They’ll be the first to pull you into their room and snap that mentally right from you.

•toys, being tied up, sensory deprivation, all these among other things they’ll use on and against you. they truly enjoy watching the way you whimper, begging for them to use your holes.

•Kakuzu & Hidan are definitely on the rougher side of things but they both know when you need gentler loving, and won’t hesitate to slow down if they feel that you can’t handle it.

•praising? Forget about it, that won’t come until they’re done with you. “𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹”, “𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?”, “𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲.” Are the comments they’ll coo and mewl into your ears as they mark you up and stuff you.

•are gods at aftercare. Hidan wasn’t aware that it was something that should and needed to be done after a session. Kakuzu had to explain it to him but once he understood, he was the first to jump up and make you comfortable. bubble baths, body massages, playing with you hair. These are just some of the ways to two will take care of you.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶 & 𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

•these two will take their time with you. They say your body is art and will marvel at you like you’re on a pedestal.

•what you would think would be a short and quick fuck, would turn into hours of pleasure. Each whimper, moan, and whine that escapes your lips only eggs them on.

•definitely taking turns. While one fucks you, the other will play with you. They enjoy doing this while in missionary. Deidara will have you up against him while his red haired partner fills you up. The blonde will play with your nipples, stroke your frame, nibble on your ears and leave purple marks on your neck.

•Sasori won’t cum yet. He’ll pull out and let his partner take his turn. Sasori will gently place your hand around his shaft, having you slowly stroke him as a test to your concentration.

•the pair love to praise. Especially when you’re taking both of them. “𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀.”, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆.”. they also love caressing & touching your face any chance they get.

•kisses. whether it’s on your lips or your neck, even your inner thighs, kissing is one thing they can’t go without. eye contact is another thing the two crave. they feel it’s a pure bonding, and intimate connection.

•their version of aftercare involves cuddling and sleeping. once everyone’s been cleaned up, they’ll place you gently between them, wrapping you up under the blanket and they’ll trace over your body and play with your hair until you fall asleep.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 & 𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

•pain will have Konan focus on you first. Watching as his partners face is buried between your legs, causing you to cry out as her tongue flicks over your clit. He enjoys the way you grab onto her hair when she slides her fingers into you, almost as if you want her deeper.

•Konan is primarily the top with you, taking control until it’s time to take her partner. Sometimes she’ll have you finger fuck her, pleasing her the way she does you. These two also enjoy bringing toys into the mix. Edging you with a vibrator until you’re begging for release.

•Pain never lets either of the girls feel excluded. Giving both Konan and you the same amount of pleasure and attention. Hates when his girls are dissatisfied. While he fucks you, he’ll hold a vibrator to his partners clit, watching as they both become unraveled by his touch.

•when Pain is near his orgasm, he’ll have both of you get on your knees in front of him. The look of his girls this way throws him over the edge. Covering the both of you in his cum. All over your faces, it dripping down your chins and onto your chests.

•their version of aftercare is taking a nice hot shower. It’ll start off innocent, just lathering yourselves in soap to clean yourselves and before you know it, Pain will have you and Konan bent over and mushed against the shower wall.

𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂 & 𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶/𝗢𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗼:

•doms! This pair takes control. Black Zetsu will be the main focus out of him and white Zetsu, but white Zetsu is the one the praise you during your sessions.

•Obito prefers being the ‘sloppy’ second believe it or not. He’ll watch his partner stuff and fill your holes, listening to the way you cry as you take him. He also loves to taunt you when his partner is deep in your cunt. “𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝗺.”, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁.”, “𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝘀 𝘇𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸?”

•they both love choking. Your neck will be red for hours after each session. Any form of marking these two are able to leave on you fuels them. They both have an ownership & possession kink. They’re not satisfied until you’re covered in purple and red marks.

•another thing to two love doing is pulling out and cumming on your entrance. The pair love watching as you go about your daily activities with their cum mixing together in your panties.

•uses each other for punishments. You piss off Obito? You’ll be paying for that as Zetsu stuffs your holes, his partner will be right next to you as your face is mushed on the wall, into the carpet, into a pillow. The usual taunting will continue, becoming harsher with each sentence. Obito knows his words cause you to become soaked, craving nothing but his cock inside you, and that’s what you’re being deprived of.

•Zetsu is the same. If you anger him, you’re out of luck. He’ll have Tobi bending you over a desk, completely wrecking you. Zetsu does taunt, just not as much as Tobi. What he does instead is stroke his cock. Just out of your arms reach. It’s look but don’t touch, which drives you mad.

•at the end of this, they’ll run you a hot bath. Letting you relax and unwind in the warm water. They’ll be found in the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal for after.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 & 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

•just like Deidara & Sasori, these two prefer going slow. They’ll go all day if they choose.

•when there isn’t enough time to have sex, they’ll have you take turns riding their thighs. Leaving stains from your juices on their pant legs.

•these two aren’t ashamed of pushing you against a tree while out on a mission. They also don’t care if anybody discovers the three of you getting it on, whether that’s at home in the compound or while on a task.

•hair pullers. That nice bun, or ponytail you had? It’ll be wrecked by the time these two are done with you.

•late at night, they love when you get on top. Taking your time and doing what movements you need to get your release. They love watching the way your tits bounce as you ride their cocks.

•as much as they love using you, they prefer when you use them. If you crave them in the middle of the night, they’ll be more than happy to give you what you want. You want to sneak off from a group dinner and have a quickie in a bathroom, just give them that look and they’ll find an excuse to leave.

•when it comes to aftercare, they will worship your body like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do. Don’t get me wrong, they worship you while fucking, but seeing your body after, sets them both into overdrive. Body massages, compliments and praises, and kissing.

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #konan headcanons #pain nagato #obito uchiha #zetsu x reader #hidan smut #kakuzu headcanons #kakuzu x hidan #zetsu x tobi #kisame x itachi #pain x Konan #sasori x deidara #deidara smut #Sasori smut #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader

[snuggleboots]

Akatsuki parents? Akatsuki parents.

because I like shoehorning my experiences into my ninja bullshit. Hope y'all enjoy my rambling. : )

Feat. Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Itachi.

Hidan ends up a girl-dad, and a proud one at that, given your daughter is a complete fucking gremlin, just like him. An aggressive toddler that looks like a tiny little sweetheart, with chubby cheeks, gorgeous violet eyes framed by the prettiest eyelashes you'd ever seen, and hair that looks like a carbon copy of your own. Her little smiles are a mixed bag, and you never know whether to expect cute baby affection or chaos that no toddler her size should realistically be capable of bringing into existence.

Nobody expects it when she toddles on up, all tiny, squishy hands and 'awwww, hug?'s, only to turn on a dime and start biting, smacking, or pinching- all while wearing a huge grin that she must have inherited from her dad, or giggling like a squeaky hinge. Babysitters do not last, Hidan finds absolutely nothing more hilarious than seeing another one leave haggard and never pick up jobs from either of you again.

She's a natural climber, knows no fear, and loves nothing more than climbing up onto the back of the couch and waiting. 'Oh no, 'M stuck!' is a goddamn trap. It took a couple pint-sized ambushes, wherein she lunges, catches some serious air, and rams into you or Hidan at full force to learn that lesson. Your natural state becomes STRESSED. Hidan, on the other hand? Constantly entertained. That little girl can do literally no wrong, because, shit, she's just emulating her dad, obviously.

If it's possible for a toddler to be sarcastic, she is, and it's only ever when she's using her manners. One tiny little eyebrow cocked, a crooked smile and cooed, 'Oh, nooo. So-orry!' Hidan has literally cried from laughing so hard, until she turned it on him. One big, angry bitemark on his forearm later, and those tittering giggles and 'Uh-oh, you o'tay? Uh-oh!' felt just a little more irritating than when they were directed towards you. He's even less impressed when you're laughing right alongside your little devil-child.

Older kids tried, once, to pick on the little girl who laughed too loud and played too hard. Unfortunately for them, she's always had a set of lungs and knew damn well how to use them. One blood-chilling shriek- not because she's hurt, but because she knew he'd hear, and haha, there's dad. Big, fat crocodile tears, a quivering pout and squeaky, 'Oh, no!' and it was game on.

Hidan doesn't give a fuck how old a snot-nosed shithead might be, his bullying is indiscriminate and he's had far longer to refine his insults than they have. She's rarely bullied, because word spreads and it's hard for a kid to bounce back from such heated and targeted shit-talk, even harder to bounce back when they watch some whooping, laughing maniac beat the shit out of their dad for trying to step in. You were only slightly surprised, and a little concerned when your little gremlin laughed and squealed over the playground dad on dad beatdown.

Deidara drops by from time to time, and he seems to have as much fun wrangling your tiny little hellion as Hidan does. He doesn't mind the fact that she can be aggressively playful, and takes absolute delight in the way her eyes go wide and shine with awe when he shows off his art. She's fascinated by his hair, and you find some remarkable moments of quiet and peace when she's perched on the couch with him on the floor, her chubby fingers toying with and carding through the golden mane that's somehow smoother and shinier than silk. If he minds the fact that she essentially pets him like a cat, he certainly doesn't mention it. 'Awww! So sof', so sof'.' Between Deidara and Hidan's high energy capacity for mischief, his visits always end up with your daughter properly knackered, and mercifully tame for the rest of the day.

Kakuzu didn't want kids the same way a dad doesn't want the dog his kids inevitably end up bringing home. You two ended up with a daughter, and at some point, somehow, someway, he became begrudgingly attached and takes over everything surrounding that little baby. Maybe it was the fact that when he looks into her eyes, he sees a soft, sweet mirror of his own, moss-green eyes that haven't yet seen the horrors of the world and the awful things that wait within it. Either way, the most miniscule part of him that can still feel love does, and every ounce of it belongs to her. You have your share, but you know that his daughter put the moon and the stars in his sky again.

Your full-time job becomes raising her, the little lady that sees the world with his eyes and speaks remarkably well for a tiny toddler her age. There's not a snowball's chance in hell that he'd trust some random to watch over his girl. You're just lucky that she's an honest delight to raise, although that might be your own bias talking. Kakuzu does a lot of reading with her, and it's almost comical to see a man like him drawling and grumbling through a ten-paged book about a little pig's wild adventures in kindness.

When Kakuzu's balancing books in the evening and she can't sleep, she always seems to find her way to the kitchen table where the old bounty hunter is pouring over expenses and budgets. Tiny fingers count on an abacus while he counts stacks of green, and when he loses count because she's quietly chatting away to the walls and the table and his ears when they listen, he can't even find it in himself to be upset. Not when those pretty eyes turn their gaze to him and she bids her sweet 'uh oh, sorry papa'. For all his power, he can be weak in those moments that make his heart just a little happier.

Innocent, and unacquainted with the temper that almost defines him as a man, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him. Never had she, nor will she ever bear witness to the ugly, vicious face of his short-fuse and hellfire wrath.

That sweet little girl is spoiled, and that's only because she never seems to ask for anything herself. So polite, for one so small. When little green eyes sparkle because they fell upon a pretty dress, a toy, a book that has her oohing and ahhing, a little cup that has a straw 'oh, wow!' and a cute little pig printed on the plastic 'ohh! a piggy! haha, oink oink!' - who is he to turn his head and leave it at that?

She could ask for the moon, and it would be all he could do to bid a slow, pensive nod and murmured assurance, 'It only sits in the sky for you.'

Hidan is a frequent and uninvited visitor, and while normally you'd find that to be cause for concern it's quickly proven pointless to worry given the fact that if Kakuzu isn't grouching him under control, your daughter has a hilarious talent for putting him in his place. Seeing the zealot sat on your couch, being prodded and chided by a girl less than half his size is certainly a sight to behold; hearing her tut and chastise him in a way she must have learned from her dad for putting his feet on the coffee table, shoes on the couch, or his drink on the side table without a coaster is absolutely hysterical. 'Stains are 'spensive! Feet down!'

Kakuzu's sweet little mini-me: breathes

Kakuzu:

Kisame takes on the dad role like he was born for it, after a small period of adjustment. You two end up having a boy and a girl, and he's practically putty in their little hands. Your boy is huge, had been since he was a baby - which is natural, Hoshigaki kids are just... big, generally. Your girl caught both of you off guard, only because she's so tiny. The sibling dynamic is chaos, but a warm one that always seems to leave Kisame cackling or grinning over something ridiculous those two end up getting into.

Your boy is like a walking clone of his dad, and even as a little boy he's already standing as tall as your ribs. Slate-blue hair as soft as cornsilk, teeth that make you grateful he was never a biter, and little gills bracketing his throat. Soft-spoken, a little shy outside of his parents, and constantly looking to wrestle and play. If you're doing something, he's a guaranteed little helper - he likes to help with cooking when you let him. If his baby sister is getting into trouble, he's either helping her do it to make sure she's safe, or he's the one carrying a kicking, griping toddler to one of you two to handle. Yeah, he's a bit of a narc- but it's always for a good cause. He's a fretful big brother.

Your girl is probably the most precious little baby you'd ever met, and Kisame is quite literally helpless against her doe-eyes and deceptively sweet, cheery little voice. Where her brother is quiet, she is loud; where he's happier to follow the rules and keep out of trouble, she's a born rule-breaker that finds boundaries just to test them. When you stumble upon her in the midst of some suspiciously quiet, pint-sized anarchy, she always manages to look surprised that you ever caught her in the first place. She looks like you, if you were knee-height and sporting tiny little daggers for teeth and gills on your cheekbones. Kisame blames you entirely for her gremlin personality.

Kisame does not discipline unless he needs to, because he feels awful when big, sweet baby eyes look at him with complete betrayal that he dared to tell them no, or stop them from pulling off some kind of crazy baby scheme that would make your hair grey from stress. Quivering pouts or teary eyes and he's gotta tap out.

Babysitters adore your kids when they behave, but Kisame vets any you hire thoroughly because he's more than a little protective of his babes. It's like they're each a half of his heart living outside his body and he honestly struggles to manage the overwhelming love and affection they pump into his veins every day. He could, and gladly would break fingers over something as minute as hurt feelings.

You hold the sole rights to discipline outside the house, too. If either of your ankle-biters act out their mischief in public, and someone tries to step up and throw in their two cents, Kisame's massive silhouette and mean, sawtooth grin are very effective deterrents.

Itachi is a semi-frequent visitor, and both of your children love him fiercely. You're half-convinced that he has some kind of Uchiha magnetism, given the fact that he'd won over not one, but three Hoshigaki by the sheer power of his quiet, soothing presence. Kisame takes great amusement in watching your little lady climb all over the poor man, and your son sidle up beside him with his favourite book to chat his ear off about the adventures that lay within it. Itachi, to his credit, never ever seems to mind the undivided attention of the lively gilled babes.

Kisame, and his pint-sized sidekick: getting into Hoshigaki-brand bullshit

You, with your sweet little chore buddy: > : ( no- one hundred times, no!

Kisame, and his tiny co-maker of mayhem: betrayed, bamboozled, and somehow? positively shocked that you found out

Itachi slips seamlessly into a domestic role, despite how long he'd been absent from one. Childrearing almost seems like his god-given purpose in life once he actually sets himself to it, and the second you two brought home your cooing, burbling baby it was on. He's happy, grateful to stay home and take care of your son, tend to the home and make your transition back to work as smooth of a process as possible.

It's an all-too common scene to come home and find the Uchiha at task in the kitchen, tending to a meal simmering on the stove while your squishy, pudgy-cheeked and sleepy eyed boy perched on his hip with a tenderness that makes your heart hurt. Even as a clumsy little toddler, he's never found very far from his dad. If Itachi is cleaning, there's his little mini-me, trying to help and earning gentle encouragement and a soft, fond smile for his efforts.

Honestly, your little guy is the most well-mannered, well-adjusted, well-spoken toddler you've ever met. He genuinely likes to help, to the point that it sometimes becomes a problem because he's very determined when there's any little problem set out in front of him. At the park, playing with other little babes, he's more concerned with making sure everyone's playing fair and playing safe than he is about actually having any fun himself. He's a bit of a worrywart for someone his age, and half the time it feels like he's the self-appointed tiny guardian of his friend group. Someone trips and skins a knee? 'Are you okay? We can sit down for a little. It's okay.' A born father, is your Itachi.

Who, for a man so reserved and soft-spoken, is hellbent on making sure his son has the most peaceful, memorable childhood he can possibly offer. Not a day is wasted in your household, even a lazy day is an opportunity to make memories and spend some honest, quality time with the people he loves most. You three can cook meals together, with your boy set to work at taste-testing and mixing ingredients under the quiet, watchful eye of his dad. He never wants for encouragement, love, affection, or little things that catch his eye; it would be wrong to call him spoiled, because he isn't, but there is little he wants that he doesn't receive.

Your secondary job is bullying Itachi into taking a day to relax and unwind, because although your son is essentially the perfect child, it's still a lot of work to raise him. Even when you're the primary parent on those days off, he's never far away, and always finding sneaky ways to slip back into dad-mode rather than actually relax. Half the time it takes you putting your son on the job of wrangling his dad just to make the man sit down, crack open a book and let himself just be. That typically entails your little boy gently chiding his father in a way you're certain he learned from the Uchiha himself- and god, it makes your heart melt. 'No, no. Gotta have your tea, it's gonna get cold', 'Sit, sit, sit. Sometimes we need to sit, papa. Gotta rest!'

Kisame loves to visit, he makes that fact no secret. For a man so massive, so intimidating, he handles your boy like glass- as if he's afraid a little rough play might break him. And your son, always as sweet as he is smart, adores the company. His questions know no limits, and he's a clever little babe about getting answers without actually asking questions. 'Can we go swimming? You must swim fast- can you swim under water? I can hold my breath longer than you can.' You once got to watch the boy perched at the end of a dock for half an hour, holding a staring contest with the swordsman who'd been stubbornly sat at the bottom of the lake's shallows for at least half an hour. That thoroughly entertained grin on the swordsman's face when he flared his gills told you he knew what exactly your boy was so curious about when he'd challenged him in the first place.

#kakuzu #hidan #kisame #itachi #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #hidan x reader #naruto x reader #itachi x reader #i'm sorry but kakuzu as a dad specifically is my favourite #kisame as a dad and/or an uncle is ALSO my favourite i can't help it #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #kisame hates hiring babysitters and has no shame in offering to call itachi - you try to persuade him not to because itachi's a busy guy #kisame doesn't even have the courtesy to look sheepish when he tells you he'd already called him over to watch the kids for the night #'he's practically their uncle- sweetheart he LIKES watching 'em. it's fine! it's really fine!' #househusband itachi who brings his son along when it's time to go babysit the hoshigaki babes #'is it really work if it's essentially a playdate?' 'yes - and i'd like to pay for the trouble' 'you consider your children trouble?' #'...shut up and TAKE my MONEY PLEASE'

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

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[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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[historicfailure]

Before the date with Kisame, you're incredibly nervous. When the two of you are alone though, you're being pushed to your limits, until all the insecurity breaks free. 

~ X ~

Hey there ^^ Welcome to the next chapter of "Work under Water". I'm really happy with the progress so far, and I really hope I can keep up the posting schedule for the last two chapters as well ^^ Thank you all so much for the support, I love to see all you guys seeing yourself in this fic. It was supposed to be an incredibly self-indulgent fic, but it's wonderful the topics also resonate with so many of you.

Oh man, way too much talk. Onto the story ^^ Have fun!

~ X ~

Time was a strange thing. Even though you wished that the days would stretch into eternity, so you could avoid thinking about the upcoming meeting, they just flew by like the scattering of carefree sparrows on the sidewalk. There was barely time to worry, and like that, you found yourself by the lake on Wednesday, shortly before 2pm. 

You deeply breathed in, letting the gust of air settle in your lungs, before pushing the breath out again. It only did little to calm your frayed nerves. 

I’m looking ridiculous. 

I shouldn’t have spent so much money on this outfit.

Why did Maimi convince me to even buy it in the first place? 

On top of buying a new bikini, Maimi also forced you into all kinds of clothing stores. Spending hours and hours of underneath the terrible lighting and inside those stupid small changing cabins, of forcing yourself to not look at the size tables of the clothes and ignoring the pitiful stares of the thin women who worked at the stores and having had to put away all the clothes which didn’t fit. All of that, and even though you liked the new ensemble, it didn’t help that it was so unlike your usual style. 

Your heart fluttered inside your chest. Again, your eyes swept across the packed beach with all the playing children, the relaxing families, the happy people who were just enjoying the summer sun and warmth to the fullest. None of them seemed nervous about anything. 

But none of them had a date there, right?

You reached into the bag hanging by your side. One glance at the phone and you breathed out. A few more minutes until Kisame’s shift ended.

There’s still time to run away. So he doesn’t have to see you like this.

Poor guy. His eyes will bleed.

Nobody wants a cow like me. With a sad smile, you stroked over the fabric of your new clothes. Kisame just wants to be nice. Maimi isn’t always right. She just wants me to feel good about myself. There’s nothing—!

“Hey there. Sorry, did you wait long?” 

You swiveled around, heat already rising onto your face at his voice so unexpectedly close to you. “N-no! I didn’t, just a few minutes…”

An easy smile flashed over his face. “Great! I will be with you in a second, just need to get out of my uniform. Otherwise, the people won’t leave me alone all day. Will you wait for me?”

Indeed, Kisame was still wearing his white tank-top with the red cross boldly printed upon his wide chest, as well as the red swimming shorts. There was a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body, but it especially accentuated his strong arms. Only barely able to form just a single coherent thought, you nodded weakly.

“Nice. Okay, I’ll be back in a second.” His smile didn’t waver as he turned again away to half-jog over to the hut for the lifeguards. He made it look so effortless, when you knew that running on earth and sand was anything but. 

Besides, from behind, you could ogle him at least a little bit before he would turn you down. Something nice to remember when you would tell Kaya about the one time the hot local lifeguard had a pity date with you. 

Your fingers clawed into the strap of your bag a bit harder. Right. Just get through the first few hours, until Kisame had enough, and then you were done with it. A deep breath in, and you turned around to look towards the lifeguard hut. Until then, you could try and enjoy the pseudo-date as much as you could. 

Suddenly, one of the windows opened. It took a few seconds to recognize Ringo, as she had lost her tightly bound hair, but she instantly recognized you. She waved, you waved back, then the woman turned over her shoulder to say something. Probably teasing Kisame somehow. Another wave from Ringo, and the window was shut with way more force than necessary.

It took a few more minutes for Kisame to emerge from the hut. A few more minutes in which you could worry and fret and overthink, but when he walked up, all of that seemed to disappear. Washed away by the sight of him.

A crisp, white, short-sleeved button-up shirt spanned across his wide chest. A few buttons were left undone, so you could catch glimpses of his skin and sometimes even his collarbones when he shifted around. His legs were also only half-covered by a simple pair of royal blue swimming shorts, showing off his muscular legs as well as another tattoo of a set of shark-teeth on his calf. Kisame raised one of his arms, scratching the back of his head with a little cocky grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Well? Am I well-dressed enough to impress?”

Like he even had to ask that. He had to know…

“Yeah.” You felt how the heat creeped up your neck and cheeks, but tried so, so hard to not flail and stutter around. “You are definitely well-dressed.”

“Same to you,” his small grin turned bright, all happy and confident, “You look stunning.”

That was it. Your entire face must’ve turned into a tomato at this point. Unable to meet his eyes, you lowered your head, staring at your feet as you mumbled a quick “Thank you.”

Fuck. Like you could say anything to that. Like you could look him all cool and proper in the eyes, thank him properly and without sounding like you had wool in your mouth, as well as act like nothing ever happened? Even though you knew it was probably a gentle lie to make you feel better about yourself, you couldn’t help but… feel the tiniest bit happy about the compliment. 

That’s it. This one will definitely go into the collection of rare feel-good-moments I will always replay when I’m feeling seriously down. 

Like when my classmate told me I had beautiful eyes. 

When was that? Third or fourth grade?

Before you could get lost in your thoughts, Kisame spoke up again. He pointed towards the parking spots, overrun by cars, bikes and all kinds of vehicles. “If you don’t mind, I know about a peaceful spot at the lake. It’s only a five minutes drive from here. Of course, if you don’t want to get into a car with a stranger and drive to a secondary location, I totally understand that.”

“I mean,” it was hard to speak up, but you did anyway, “I think I know one of your numerous occupations as a lifeguard for sure. Then, Ringo also saw me leave with you, and my sister also knows that I’m here with you. I hope that is enough to not kill me on the spot, so I’m willing to take that risk.”

Kisame whistled. “Lots of preparations. Alright then, I have to restrain myself and not devour you on the spot.”

“A cannibal? At least it will be an original murder-case.” 

“Well, I’m not going to eat you up… on the first date, that is.”

“Aah.” You hummed under your breath as your feet hit the asphalt of the parking slot. “A cannibal with some honor. Well, who am I to deny that invitation?”

His boisterous laughter made you feel all warm and tingly all over. “Now I think I know where Kaya got his humor from.”

“Someone had to teach him how to make people laugh, right?”

Light bantering was easy enough. You were good at that, at least, and secure enough to let go of some of your defenses. Right. Maybe you could enjoy this “date” as much as you could. After all, when would you again have such fit, attractive company? Why not just let go of your inhibitions for once and enjoy life?

It was harder said than done, but you could try. 

“Alright.” Kisame stopped beside a big, fire-red truck. “That’s my car here. I know, I know,” he answered your badly concealed shock, “but I need it for hauling around the boat for the lifeguards. Plus, a small car won’t fit me, my long legs and my big attitude.”

“I noticed.” Another look at the monstrosity of a car, then you nodded. “Okay, let’s go to that mysterious secondary location. I’m ready to get murdered and eaten up.”

His face brightened in an instant. “Nice. Hop in!”

After carefully storing your belongings onto the backseat, Kisame gave you a helping hand in trying to climb into the high passenger seat. His fingers closed around yours like a promise and you were proud of yourself for not blushing like a tomato yet again. Still, Kisame’s silent chuckle as you let go of his hand all too early was enough proof for you to know that he knew what kind of effect he had on your poor mind. 

Just a few precious seconds in which you could calm yourself down, then he easily slid onto the driver's seat. “Well then,” he had the guts to wink full of cheeky confidence, “time for some fun, eh?”

“I’m definitely up for it.” And this time, you even meant it a little bit.

To hell with your insecurities. To hell with your internalized shame. To hell with all of that and more. You wanted to have some fun, and if you forgot about all of that, then you could make taking away a nice memory, which would warm you in nights you were unsure if someone would actually be able to find you attractive, a reality. 

The truck roared to life. With it, the radio also turned on, instantly blaring way too loudly inside the car. So much so, everything seemed to vibrate.

“Oh fuck.” Kisame twitched forward. His hand closed around the little knob controlling the audio level, instantly turning it down to zero. “Sorry. Had a little,” he fiddled with the knob, fingertips barely edging at the metal, “jam session this morning.”

“We all need that from time to time. What was that music?”

“Some dance remixes of the 90s and ‘00s. What can I say, I grew up with those songs. And they are great for workouts.”

“I can only imagine.” A hint of bitterness swung in your voice, but you quickly pushed away every thought of your own fat flabbing around while doing sports. “Do you like anything else? I mean, in music. Or any form of media you like.”

The small smile splayed across his face betrayed nothing of his thoughts. “Oh, already jumping to the typical date-questions, huh?”

“Is that bad?”

“Not necessarily, no. So… I’m into the mentioned ‘90s and ‘00s electronic music, but I also like some songs on the radio. I don’t really have time to watch movies or series really diligently, but sometimes, I like to indulge in some of the more popular series. Whatever is the hype at the moment, to be honest.”

“So, basically everything on Netflix?”

“Almost everything on Netflix,” Kisame chuckled, “and really, only when I have the time. Mostly, I’m out at the lake, swimming, educating myself on the latest discoveries when it comes to water rescue, boot mechanics. There’s no time in between, really.”

“So, pretty much married to your job?”

“Yeah.” He paused for a moment. “Yeah, that actually tracks. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make time for someone special, of course. If I had a girlfriend, I would definitely cut back on some of my habits.” He threw a small glance into your direction, before concentrating on the road again. “I believe that it’s important to spend quality time with my partner.”

“That sounds great.” And you meant it, even though you knew that the “quality time” would never be spent with you. “And like you really want to dedicate yourself to the person you love. That’s a wonderful quality.”

Oddly enough, Kisame didn’t answer. One glance at him and you could spot a smug grin on his face. Though, the smile wavered, his hands on the steering wheel tightened, only to switch positions and turn the entire car left. Right into a small back road, not paved and hidden away between bushes and low-hanging branches. 

“Hang on,” Kisame lowered the speed of the truck, and still, every bump of the road shook you in your seat, “the road is a bit bumpy.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” But you laughed as you said the sharp words, turning them into good-natured banter. “The road is basically as smooth as butter.”

“Damn, you’re mean today.” A flash of his teeth, then he concentrated on the bumpy road again. “I like it. There’s some bite to you, huh?”

“Of course.” Another big jump of the entire truck made you choke your next words. “Ah. Fuck.”

“Sorry. We’re nearly there, so hold on for a second.” Kisame shifted the stick to change gears, drove a few meters forward, only to come to a complete halt. “And the second is over. The last bit of the way, we have to walk.”

Quickly, you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the door before Kisame could even pull the key out of the ignition. The silence of the forest was only disturbed by the faraway screams of delight as children jumped into the cool water, as well as the faint glimmer of blue water glimmering through the trees. 

“My my,” the back of the truck popped open, making you turn around to Kisame, who rummaged through the trunk, “already excited about our little swim? But I definitely understand that.”

“Didn’t you get to jump after overly eager kids and fainting aunts today?”

“More than enough, to be honest.” Kisame laughed while hauling a small cooling bag and a huge backpack out of the trunk. Shouldering both, he managed to close the trunk and locked the car. “But there’s nothing more satisfying than going for a leisurely swim after a day of hard work rescuing people. Especially on a hot day like this, and with company like this.”

You had no idea what to make of his tone when he finished his sentence. There was something lying underneath and you didn’t dare to listen all too closely. Just a small smile flashed over your face, then you turned towards the lake again. No false hopes, no make-believe. Just enjoying the present, nothing else. 

Kisame seemed to sense the shift of atmosphere, but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he shrugged his backpack even more onto his shoulder before brushing past you. The man didn’t show one bit of the weight hanging from his shoulders. For a long moment, you were allowed to appreciate the way his back muscles played beneath the flimsy white fabric of his shirt, only to be caught red-handed. 

He had quickly turned his head, a predator checking out their prey with small, handsome, dark eyes. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” With heat rising into your face, you shook your head. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Kisame took a big step into the forest and you tried to quickly follow him on the same beaten-down path towards the lake. “For looking at me like I’m the last drink before you have to enter a desert? Like I’m a good, raw steak, and you’re a dog? Like I’m—”

“Stop! Oh god, stop. I get it.” Laughter bubbled up in your lungs, easily pearling over your lips. Kisame’s chuckle mixed into your own and you couldn’t help but notice that both of your laughs intermingled, intertwined, and somehow mixed into something… pleasant. 

Lots of dangerous thoughts to your personal inner peace swirled through your head as you followed Kisame onto the overgrown, nearly invisible path. The air was hot and humid, with the promise of some rain in the night, certainly not making the waterfall of sweat pouring down your back feel any better. 

Your eyes snaked over Kisame’s wide back. His white button-down shirt was already see-through in some places, with his muscles rippling right beneath the thin fabric as temptation for your thirsty mind. Not that you hadn’t seen the naked skin already, but with the newly added layer of fabric, looking at Kisame was again worth every moment.

And you looked. You stared, appreciated, and maybe even salivated the tiniest bit. Your focus was entirely on him, so much so, you didn’t watch the path as much as you should.

You merely felt a small tug at your toes. A small tug, then your entire world jerked and stumbled forward. In a matter of split seconds, Kisame’s back rapidly crashed towards you. Or you were tumbling towards his back. It didn’t matter either way.

But before you made contact, Kisame easily turned around and caught you with his free arm. Really, like he had eyes in the back of his head. Safe and secure like a baby, you hung over his arm, still a bit flabbergasted at what just happened, while another part of you swooned at his natural ease and grace. 

He really just… caught me. Right in the air. 

He’s still holding me up! Oh god, he’s still holding me up like it’s nothing!

I really should…

“Oh god, I’m so, so sorry!” You scrambled onto your own two feet, all the while not daring to look into his eyes. The ghost of his arm tingled against your skin, right across the area of your stomach he had to touch to save you from yourself. “I didn’t mean to, I’m just… Sometimes, I just…”

“Hey, no worries there.” His teeth flashed with his little, cheeky grin. “I’m always happy to be of service.”

“Asking you to carry me again would be a bit too much, right?”

The words slipped out faster than you could even think about them. One second, they just emerged from the depths of your consciousness, the next, they already rolled off your tongue and echoed between the silence of trees. Immediately, you wished you could take them back, but no such luck—or mercy. 

Kisame heard them loud and clear. His little grin instantly turned brighter and bigger, revealing more of his teeth and more of his delight. “So, you liked being carried around, hm?”

No way to back down, so the only thing you could do was charge ahead. So, you crossed your arms over your chest, answering his cheeky grin with a defiantly joking glare. “It’s for convenience. How else would I reach that secret spot of yours without falling on my nose?”

“You could always fall on me… or for me.” He shrugged, still grinning like he truly enjoyed the conversation. “I’m not picky.” His eyebrows waggled up and down, cheeky suggestion and perhaps, even a bit of a joke to himself, too. “But I have a bit of a preference, of course.”

“Everybody does.” 

This time, you couldn’t hide the hint of bitterness in your voice. You had tried, but everyone had their limit, right? And this one was yours. Sooner than you wanted or anticipated, but you knew that you would reach it today. How could you not? With this so-called date, or more like, thinly veiled joke on your cost, it had just been a matter of time. 

Kisame’s grin withered away, and suddenly, you had trouble breathing. Fuck. That was your doing, your tone, your bitter words poisoning the easy atmosphere between the two of you. Quickly, you forced a fake smile onto your face while avoiding his inquiring eyes. “Sorry. That was… Let’s just get to your secret spot, alright?”

“(Y/N)...” He reached out, but you stepped aside. 

“No. It’s… it’s fine. Everything is fine. Let’s just forget about this.”

“Okay. If that is what you want.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, before pushing past Kisame. “It’s just straight ahead, right?”

You didn’t wait for an answer. You couldn’t. Not with the sinking feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach. It made you feel sick, with bile rising in your throat and the first tears burning in the corners of your eyes. 

I hate this. I hate feeling like this.

Like I’m just the big, dumb cow who gets played.

I wanted to enjoy this. So why can’t Kisame just stop mocking me with his flirting? 

His sweet words and easy smiles were wasted on you after all. 

You barely heard Kisame follow you through the loud heartbeat thundering in your ears. A small jitter still wandered through your body, mostly settling in your hands and fingers, but you gripped the handle of your bags tighter. It helped. Marginally.

Still fighting the faint trembling in your hands, you didn’t notice how the surrounding forest opened up. Only when the first rays of unfiltered sunlight hit your eyes and you were blinded for a short second, you awoke from your miserable self-pity. 

The first thing you saw was water. Water and the smallest of waves, making the surface glitter in the high afternoon sun, splashed upon a small strip of land. Just a hint of hard sand and dirt, only to directly lead into the water. 

Behind you, Kisame grunted as he also stepped out of the cool shadows of the trees. “Nice. Looks like nobody has been here since last time. It’s still pretty clean.”

“That’s always a relief, yeah.” With a low sigh, you let your bags drop onto the grassy ground, just a few meters away from the sand and the tempting lake. “Is that also a problem at the beach over there?” You jerked your head into the direction of the beach, which you could see from your position, a long strip of beige with some bright-red buoys bobbing up and down in the water.

Kisame chuckled as he dropped his own bags onto the grass. “You have no idea. Every few hours, we have to patrol around the beach and pick up trash. Some people have no thoughts left in their self-absorbed brains to think about the ones visiting the lake after them.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “it’s disgusting. Nobody wants to sit between empty soda cans.”

“Or used condom wrappers.” Again, Kisame’s eyebrows waggled up and down. “You have no idea how horny people get at this lake.”

“No way.” You cringed at the thought. “No… Please, now you put pictures in my head.”

“One time, I was on trash-duty and found an entire string of them. And not only normal ones, no.” He seemed to delight in the chance to gross you out, just the tiniest bit. As he kneeled down and opened one of his bags, he looked up at you, with an absolutely adorable dimple showing in his left cheek. Some strands fell into his sweaty forehead, before he wiped them away with the back of his hand. “Some were of the… kinky kind.”

“Kinky kind? How old are you? Five?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to tell you about all the strawberry-lubricant, the nobs and edges. Had the feeling you would keel over… or something.” Mischief blinked in Kisame’s eyes. “Didn’t want to scare you off.”

You snorted. “Before you can scare me off, you have to try harder.”

“Really?” But just when you thought the banter would continue, just when the man opened his mouth again to fire the next playful words back, a thought flashed through his mind. You almost saw the train of thought race behind his forehead, only for his jaw to tense up and his mouth shut close again.

Was that it? Your stomach curled up as you busied yourself with unpacking the bags you dropped onto the ground. Was that the moment? The moment in which Kisame would call the date off? Or at least, drop the pretense of taking you out because he was interested romantically?

But nothing of that sort happened. Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched the man, who did the same thing as you: unpacking the bags and bringing forth more and more items which were all meant to make the leisurely time spent at the lake as comfortable as possible: a large blanket, a small umbrella to add some shadow for the two of you to relax under, a towel, sunscreen, a small bluetooth-speaker and a sun-powered power-bank…

“You’re fully decked out, I see.” 

He shrugged. “Lots of experience.” He glanced upwards, at your own pile of a few bottles of water and the container with a small cake. “And your favorite cake, I take it?”

“Of course. Someone wanted to taste it, or so I heard,” you added after a long, long second of silence.

Kisame nodded weakly. “And I can’t wait for that. But only after a nice swim, without having to work. What do you say, hm? Care to join me?”

Honestly, you didn’t even think it would get this far. That much had been clear. Now, you were confronted with Kisame’s unwavering willingness to see you swim. 

You swallowed thickly. Fuck. This was it. Your time was up. There wasn’t really a chance to deny him anymore without having to explain yourself. And that was totally out of the question. Way too embarrassing to admit out loud that you felt so insecure about yourself. So, you had no other choice but to nod while your mind went haywire with all the possibilities.

He could laugh.

He could make a comment.

He could say nothing, just look at me with disgust.

I don’t know which one would be the worst, to be honest.

But going for a swim would be so nice. One look at the tempting blue water, and you sighed inwardly. The walk over here together with the humid weather really took its toll on you. Sweat made your clothes stick in the most uncomfortable places, to the point you wanted nothing else but to get rid of the fabric and finally cool down a bit. 

But again: taking off your clothes around Kisame? Carefully, you tried to sneak a little peek at him. Maybe he wasn’t looking. Then you could—!

No such luck. His eyes were fully on you. He even noticed the little sneak-peek, grinning as your eyes met and your head snapped back around to stare intently at the water. 

“Well,” he said behind you, spread out over the big blanket, “go on. The water is nice and cool, that much I can tell you.”

“I believe that in an instant.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I need…” You searched for the right word, but nothing came to mind. “I…”

“Maybe,” Kisame interrupted, his low voice unusually gentle, “I will test the waters for you, hm? Would that make it better?”

Infinitely so. A chance to undress without his full attention on you was exactly what you needed. So, you nodded, while the tips of your fingers were still digging into the flesh of your own palm. 

Kisame didn’t look annoyed or frustrated, just pushed himself off the ground. “Alright. But promise me one thing.”

“What?” you asked after several seconds of heavy silence. “What should I promise you?”

His smile was infectious. “That you will definitely join me in the water.” With that, he reached for the buttons of his shirt and started to unbutton the fabric. One after another, and with each and every button, the white fabric fell more and more open. Your eyes were stuck to the revealed skin, the rippling muscles and the casual way of teasing you with each movement. Was this intentional? You had no idea.

No matter what, Kisame continued to undress with the casualness of someone who was used to the process. As he stripped the shirt off his shoulders, he made the effort to fold the white, sweaty fabric properly, before placing it with a gentle pat onto the blanket. Then, not without a little, cheeky wink, he let the muscles of his chest twitch. Right there, right in front of your eyes and without any shame. 

“Like what you see?” he asked, still without any shame. Again, as it was kind of his signature-pose, he propped his hands into the sharp “V” of his hips. “For more though, you have to join me in the water. Don’t leave me hanging.” 

And before you knew it, the man was gone. Just a big splash as well as boyish, excited laughter which echoed in the air, as Kisame immediately jumped into the water without any regrets. 

You turned fully towards the water. Your eyes followed Kisame, how he dived and swam and moved through the lake like he was born to do so. Meanwhile, your mind still struggled to command your body. Only slowly, your fingers curled around the edges of your clothing, ever so slowly pulling at the fabric. Every fiber of your being protested, howled, screamed at you to not do it, to just grab your stuff and run far, far away and never return to the lake. 

Calm down, you chastisted yourself, calm down for once, alright? 

No need to be so melodramatic. 

Yeah, just moving away would be sufficient.

Nevertheless, your body continued. Your hands moved, revealing more and more of your body until the dreaded moment came. The moment when your clothes dropped to the ground and you were left standing in your bathing suit. It was definitely freeing, but the anxiety about Kisame possibly seeing you was too much to bear to revel in the loss of your sweaty, sticky clothing. You hurried towards the water, not caring that you nearly stumbled again or that you stubbed your toe against some pesky stone in your way. 

The water was lukewarm as you placed your first foot in the shallow waters. The first few steps were easily done, only for you to realize that the water was only warm at the surface. The shore quickly fell off, thankfully, leading your entire body underneath the water and covering every unflattering part of you quickly. After a few more steps, you lost the ground beneath your feet and you started to swim. Calm, collected motions, cutting through the water easily. Just swim. Your muscles moved and your mind drifted off. 

I once loved swimming.

Yeah. Loved.

Until the popular girls at school made fun of me for being fat. Good old school-bullies.

You shoved the painful memories of the sneering, thin girls aside. The more pressing issue was: where was Kisame? Because you sure as hell didn’t spot him anywhere near you or anywhere you looked while paddling away with both of your arms and legs. But he was close, had to be. Even though you couldn’t see him anywhere near you. It was like a distinctive presence in the water, looming beneath the surface. You hadn’t seen him dive beneath the water, but that was the only possibility left. Also, you swam in his direction, so—!

“There you are.”

His voice was way too close. You yelped and flinched away from Kisame’s voice, only to slowly turn yourself around. Fuck, your heart jumped right into your throat there. 

Kisame didn’t look one bit apologetic. On the contrary: the same cheeky grin you already knew so well tugged at the corners of his mouth, like he had to suppress a full, throaty laughter. Then, like a sea monster in the old movies, his body rose over the water level. None of you could stand here out in the water, but Kisame still easily held himself upright and calmly, while you had to work a bit harder. His face was way closer than usual, stealing your breath away for entirely different reasons than the scare.

Still paddling, you glared at him. “Not funny.”

He cocked his head to the side, grinning and with a spark of mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Eh, kind of. Your little yelp was very cute.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It totally was.” His eyes twinkled even more at your denial. “Because you’re cute.”

If your stomach could turn into sour milk, it would have. Everything inside of you turned sour, curdled up, and just straight up wanting to vanish. Because you knew, you just fucking knew Kisame was lying to you.

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled as you softly floated backwards, away from the man and his lies, “just… don’t say that again. Please.”

“What?” He shrugged. “You are cute. I can’t do anything about that, so I just point it out.”

“It’s just…” A few more meters of distance between the two of you and you tried not to show how hurt you were. Just by being lied to. “It’s just that that is not… It’s not true.”

Kisame paused. “What?”

“I’m not cute. I’m not pretty. I know that, okay? For a fact.” You raised one arm above the water, showing off the fat and let it drop again, where it was covered by the water with a big splash. “I’m fat. No one ever told me I was cute, because that’s simply not the truth. And no one ever did go on a true date with me, because of the same reasons. It was always just a pity-date, or to get with one of my friends, or anything but another person being interested in me. By lying to me, you’re just making everything worse in the long run, so just say straight up what you want to achieve by doing this,” you gestured around, the water splashing and sloshing with every of your motions, “and then we can be done with it.”

The words spilled faster over your tongue and lips than you could control them. All the frustration, nervousness and bad premonitions over this “date” finally erupted, as you paddled there and stared up to Kisame, who loomed over you, casting a long shadow over the water.

He listened to your rambling without a word. The cheeky grin on his face faded away, getting replaced by a slightly confused and even hurt look in his eyes. A small wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows, growing deeper and bigger the longer you went on. At the end of your tirade, Kisame almost looked downright offended.

But that couldn’t be, right? 

“So,” you sputtered, “I would really appreciate it if you could just stop leading me on and say what you are planning, so I can go back to my life with cakes and cookies and all of my fat, while dreaming about the day an absolutely gorgeous lifeguard asked me out, pretending he’s interested in me.”

Only the gentle murmur of the waves as well as the faraway laughter of children echoed in the deafening silence between the two of you. Looking up, you could read nothing on his face. None of his earlier cheeky chagrin. None of the frustration born from your words, not even a hint of any emotion visible. Just a stony face, with small, cold eyes looking you up and down. It felt like he could even look beneath the water surface, to parts of your body you didn’t want him to look at.

When he opened his mouth, the entire world seemed to pause, just for a few seconds. “Why do you think I am pretending?”

“Because…” You gestured towards him; all of him in all of his glory. “You are… you. And I am me. You, the attractive lifeguard, fit and kind and good with children versus me, the sugar-loving cow who does nothing but eat and is so insecure she can’t even find a single good thing about herself.”

“And?”

“And it’s just impossible that you want me when you could have any women or men under the sun!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” You glared up to him as the acid in your stomach slowly crawled up into your throat. “So just spit it out! I’m a big girl as you can see without a doubt, so I can take it. And fuck, I get it, I wouldn’t date myself either! Who would seriously want me when I look like this?”

“But,” he sighed weakly, “I would date you.”

“What?” That took all the wind out of your sails. Did he just… “What did you…?”

“I think it’s a mistake to think no one wants to date you. I want to.”

“Why?” Like a stubborn donkey, you dug your heels in—metaphorically speaking, as you were still swimming. “No one ever showed interest in me, so I’m pretty sure of my assumption.”

“But I do. I want to date you,” he repeated for the third time, as calm and reassuring as one could be, and with the patience of a hunting predator.

“Why?”

Again, Kisame sighed, this time a lot heavier. “Because I’m into you.”

Your mind went blank for a moment. To think that he was still lying, right into your face… Your eyes narrowed. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.” 

“Why?”

“Because I think you’re hot as hell, have a sharp wit—if it’s not diminished by crippling self-doubts—and bake like a goddess.” He shrugged, the water rippling around his body. “Is that enough? I can make a longer list, if you want.”

The flames of your anger and frustration should burn brighter than the summer sun hanging above your head, but instead, you felt how your entire body warmed up. Somehow, your mind wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe, desperately so, that Kisame saw something in you that many others didn’t. That he was romantically attracted to you and not disgusted. That he was actually serious and somehow, that thought alone scared you to death. 

Because it meant that your attraction to him already went far deeper than you initially planned.

Instead of denying everything and anything, instead of showing some of that praised wit, instead of just simply swimming away and leaving Kisame in the dust, you stayed there, looked up into his face and felt like melting against him. “You think that?”

“I do,” he answered simply, “and, as we’re being honest here, all the guys who said “pass” when it comes to you have no clue what was in front of them.”

“But…” 

“No.” He cut you off, his voice soft and gentle. Just like the hand which rose from the water, its fingers followed the contour of your shoulder. From the biceps up to the curve, then dipping an inch lower to your collarbone. Before, when he caught you from stumbling over that damned root, the touch was almost accidental and casual. Now, the touch was deliberate, full of tension and definitive purpose. The purpose of touching you, experiencing the feel of your skin and seeing your reaction to his touch. 

You first flinched at the sensation on your skin, caught off guard and confused, before looking up and holding his gaze. You didn’t want to back down, wanting to prove your thoughts right—as weakly as that argument was holding in your mind. The trail of his finger slid higher again, up to your neck and jaw. There, Kisame stopped, with his index finger right beneath your chin and his thumb drawing tiny circles onto you. His touch burned your skin, leaving thousands of tingles and an instant craving for more in its wake. He gently forced you to continue looking at him, and without a chance or will to escape, you did. 

“No,” he repeated, “they had no clue. Because if they saw what I see, then they would have snatched you up the moment you stepped into their lives. Fuck, just look at you.”

His thumb stopped for the blink of an eye, only to pick up the soothing back-and-forth motion against your jaw. Out of instinct, you leaned into his hand.

It felt good. Great, even. Great enough to become addicted really quickly. But you weren’t strong enough to pull away, and Kisame didn’t let go as he continued to talk to you in the same calm, gentle tone he used before.

“I want you. And if I can erase your self-doubts along the way, fine. But don’t push me away before you even have the chance to get to know me, and before I have the chance to get to know you more.” His thumb stopped and just for a second, swiped over your bottom lip. You gasped again. Your mouth opened and like the wing of a butterfly, his thumb ran across the sensitive flesh again. Just the hint of a touch, without any real pressure behind it, and yet making your heart beat like you ran five flights of steps. 

Without realizing it, you nodded. Didn’t matter that he didn’t ask a question. The resounding belief that he truly meant it vibrated through your chest with a need to break free. 

Kisame’s smile grew. “I take that as some compliance on your part. My proposition to you, with absolutely no pressure: we continue this date, have a nice afternoon, then we can go to the next restaurant, sit down, talk and get to know each other. Tomorrow, you can think about it and if you want to continue, then I’m more than happy to.”

Not able to speak up, you nodded once more. 

His eyes closed with his smile; the biggest smile you had seen so far, with teeth and all. “Great. Now, I don’t know about you, but I will go for another round of swimming. You can join me if you want.”

“I…” Your voice was raspy and thick, so you coughed and tried again. “I would like that.”

Another swipe of his thumb over your bottom lip, now heavy, deliberate and pregnant with meaning. A meaning you hoped to finally have deciphered, now that Kisame told you his truth. Only then, he stepped backwards, leaving you fully exposed to the sun and the sight of his upper chest glistening beneath the sunlight.

As you followed him into the deep water of the lake, your insecurities still screamed at you. That he was probably still lying, that nothing he said could be possibly true, that you should leave and never see him again. A much bigger part of you, emboldened by his words and his tender touch, was intoxicated to the point of being able to ignore your self-doubts without a second thought.

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Naruto Love Languages (Akatsuki)

Pein/Nagato - Physical Touch

Nagato struggles with his public image and personal image. When he is around others he is a god, a highly power who will bring peace. He is held to such a high standard and that comes with a lot of pressure. Inside he feels like just another person, but knows he has to keep up the persona to execute his plan. When you join him in public he boosts you up as his equal, an equal god to rule with him. But when you two get away from others and back into solitude, Nagato just collapses into your arms and wants to stay there all day. Sure he was tons of paperwork to do, but god dammit have you see the state his body is in? He deserves ONE day off. Loves it when you let him lay down on your lap and you play with his hair. While he is definitely more touchy in private, you do notice that in public he will quietly snake his hand into yours and not let go the whole meeting

Konan - Gift Giving

Konan is stoic but very sweet. She's been hurt quite a bit and is afraid to reach out again. Even when dating you for awhile she occasionally catches herself getting comfortable and retreats a bit. You know she means well and understand her struggles, but it does get sad sometimes. Something that doesn't go away though is her gifts to you. Konan loves to make origami for you, and larger paper creations as well. Your favorite animals, your favorite anime characters, she even makes statues of you two together. Seeing your smile when you recieve these makes her heart soar. Giving you gifts is her one way to confidently express her love, and will bring out the most genuine smiles she ever gives

Itachi Uchiha - Acts of Service

Itachi has some issues showing his emotions more directly. He's a man of few words. But what he doesn't say in words he says in actions. He adores taking care of you. He misses taking care of a younger sibling, or just family in general, it makes him feel important. So caring for you feels just as good, even better since you guys get to kiss and cuddle and stuff. Itachi will always be cooking meals for you and picking up around the house. If you ever get sick this man will be at your side the whole time, I'm talking fresh soup and blankets. Sure he may be a full time Akatsuki member, but with you he's like a housewife. And he wouldn't have it any other way!

Kisame Hoshigaki - Quality Time

Kisame is the definition of loyalty. He is already loyal to his friends and teammates, but to you he is unwavering. He'll never lie to you, sell you out, cheat on you, nothing. You're the only one for him. You're so special and are so interesting to him. Spending time with you is bliss for him, even when you just sit around and casually chat. Kisame could listen to your voice and stare at your beautiful face for hours on end. You'll often find him just staring at you smiling sweetly (much to your embarrassment). He'll back off if you tell him to, but will be back at it the next day

Sasori - Quality Time

Sasori values eternity over everything, that's why he turned himself into a puppet. The passage of time won't affect him, and he doesn't want it to affect your relationship either. He's not big on talking or touching, it's more just existing with you that makes him happy. Whenever he works on his puppets he likes to have you in his studio doing your own thing (with the occasional small talk if you catch him on a good day). Sasori thinks in the long term as well, not worrying if you guys just spend a day doing nothing. You have years and years ahead of you, you can spend a day just doing nothing and relaxing. Just be aware he will consistantly try to convince you to become a puppet so you guys can really live for eternity forever

Deidara - Gift Giving

When you and Deidara started dating, he definitely was showing off awkwardly. I'm talking bragging about his achievements, hyping up his fighting skills, stuff like that. He's lucky he's cute cause he could kinda be insufferable lol. But once he got comfortable around you he mellowed out a lot. More genuine conversations, wider range of emotions and vulnerability, and more confident touches as well. Now he can hold your hand without freaking out. Deidara adores giving you gifts most of all though. His art is obviously the best, and you're the best, so you are worthy of it! His gifts range from tiny little birds that tweet your favorite song before poofing into smoke, or a whole giant dragon doing a show and exploding into colorful fireworks. All of Deidara's creations have tons of time and effort put into them to make sure they are the highest quality for you. Everytime there is a new surprise in his clay, and you look forward to it every day

Hidan - Physical Touch

...Are you surprised? Come on let's be real here. Hidan appreciates the more sinful things in life, and that includes your body. He's kind of a douchebag and you each piss each other off alot, but he DOES care for you. He wouldn't want any other partner, you're his favorite little shit and he couldn't dream of losing you. Not to mention this man worships your body. Everything about you is just perfectly carved by Jashin just for him. Pretty much anything you do will turn him on, you're just that sexy to him. Hidan has no shame and will actively start making out and feeling you up in public. Why should he have to wait to get home to ravish you, you look so good right here right now! And he isn't ashamed to show the world how much he loves you, fuck them all. If you manage to hold him off till you get home, the moment you walk in the door he is throwing you over his shoulder and parading to the bedroom

Kakuzu - Quality Time

Kakuzu isn't the most... romantic person in the world. He's a bit difficult to deal with, even in a relationship. Sometimes you wonder why you fell for this guy in the first place. But then he'll ask you to stay with him while he counts money and talk. The whole time he is attentive and engaged, surprising you with his sincerity. He likes to have you around him a lot and will sometimes drag you into the same room as him with no words. Just sit next to him and he's satisfied. Kakuzu is also protective of you more than anyone in his life. Most people he gives no shits about, just ask his previous teammates. But you don't annoy him as much and he found himself genuinely caring for you. So in return he will kill anyone who dares to threaten or hurt you. News flash though, you will always play second fiddle to money

Tobi/Obito - Words of Affirmation

Either persona he chooses uses words to show his affection, just in drastically different ways. As Tobi, he is waaaaaaay more open and extravagent about it. He is gushing about you all the time in front of everyone, constantly bragging about you during meetings, he will not shut the fuck up. The world will KNOW how cool and funny and hot you are. But when he is back to regular Obito, he definitely calms down. He is still very affectionate and vocal, but in a more private way. He saves this sincerity for alone time and very rare outings. These times he feels open to be vulnerable with you and enjoys telling you all the things he holds inside. So no matter what side of Obito you have, you are gonna be treated like a national treasure (Oh but uh, another problem with Tobi is that uh... nothing you guys do will be private. Everything is gonna be broadcasted to the rest of the Akatsuki, so get used to the group knowing what color panties you were wearing)

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Konoha 12 + Sand Siblings | Shinobi & Founders | Akatsuki

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Three-Man Squad Relationship Headcanons with Itachi and Kisame

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Language, Canon-Typical Violence

𓆃 Oh, you thought you were safe because you got placed with these two? 

𓆃 You thought they were level headed? You thought that because Itachi seemed the quiet and respectable type that you were placed in a normal team? Yeah, that’s called a false sense of security.

𓆃 Kisame is the most personable by default since he’ll talk more and it’s not horribly difficult to build a working friendship based on mutual respect and sparring to pass the time.

𓆃 With lots of time and how boring travel is, Kisame is all too happy to suggest that you test your skills against each other. The more evenly matched, the better. Whether it’s hand to hand or weapon to weapon, Kisame insists on making it a game to pass the time.

𓆃 Each time, he’ll push it a bit further. Maybe he’ll continue to swing when you’ve tapped out. He couldn’t “hear you.” Perhaps he’ll initiate a surprise attack to start your sparring session, shouting out only a word of warning before swinging Samehada at your head.

𓆃 Each swing is a death blow. Kisame does not hold back during sparring. He does not consider sparring practice in the sense that he is conscious of your safety. 

𓆃 Every time he initiates fighting with you, the closer he toes the line to actually killing you. He plays rough and if it’s allowed to go on without you noticing, it will never stop.

𓆃 Luckily, he seems to get bored quickly. Pulling out too many new or otherwise flashy moves is sure to hold his interest and elongate the match. 

𓆃 Your abilities will garner great respect from Kisame and he’s not afraid to praise you often. This praise often comes with sharp slaps to the back, head, and behind as he seems to genuinely enjoy having a buddy who he perceives to be on the same wavelength as him.

𓆃 High respect, high loyalty, strong friendship, and killing you is a part of the circle of life. If you don’t want to die, then don’t!

𓆃 Itachi is quieter but arguably worse. He’ll hardly engage you, which often includes flat out ignoring many of the things you say. 

𓆃 He’ll give you the cold shoulder to the point where it’s almost easier to talk at him. Sometimes when Itachi’s alone, you’ll join him where he is to talk. And he won’t stop you. He’ll never say you’re disturbing him, and just let you talk at him about whatever you want.

𓆃 And then when he does say something to you, he’ll sprinkle in little personal details you completely forgot you told him.

𓆃 “Don’t you have a great aunt from this village?” “I thought you didn’t like that kind of grain.” “This is why you have acute shoulder pain and soreness in your knee—”

𓆃 You used to complain about the things in your life that were bothering you until you realized that Itachi didn’t pull his punches. Everything is on the table from your relationship history, to psychoanalysis, to dissections of your every decision. It doesn’t matter what it is because Itachi has honed into it and will place you on the hot seat with just a few brutal words.

𓆃 And then sometimes, you won’t remember interactions with Itachi at all. Sometimes, you are somewhere else completely and you snap back to reality just in time to see Itachi’s sharingan extinguish.

𓆃 How long were you gone? Where did you go? What caused it? Who knows. You’ll never know if Itachi got annoyed or if you fought or even if he was just messing around with you. Itachi is not above flexing that he is ultimately in control of the team.

𓆃 He’ll just show you things under his superior genjutsu. That’s his fun. He likes to sit across from you showing you things and you know what? You’re none the wiser

𓆃 You’ll bring something up that “happened” on your travels to Kisame and he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about.

𓆃 Welcome to Team Mind-Fuck

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𝟭𝟴+ 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲.

(sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, Sʜɪʙᴀʀɪ, ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏʏs, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛs, ʙᴅsᴍ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ sᴇx, ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ)

𖦹

𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

-You had acted up during an outing with your partner and some of the Akatsuki. Konan played it off at the time, already planning your punishment for when the two of you got home, and that’s how you ended up in your predicament.

-one thing about Konan is that she’s into Shibari. She loves watching the way you squirm while you’re tied up, and loves the small red and purple marks that stay on your skin long after taking away the ropes.

-today, she tied the rope around your breasts and chest, leaving your arms restrained behind you. She also wrapped the lilac colored rope around your legs, making them bend which is leaving you in a sitting position on the bed. Konan, also enjoys using toys on you, especially when you act up.

-part of your punishment insists of sitting on the vibrator that’s tied between your legs. With the way your body is positioned, it leaves you with no possibility of running. Your lover sits in her chair at her desk, working and watching as you cry out from overstimulation.

-“Ko..Konan, pl-please.” You cry out as the vibrator rips another orgasm from your overused clit. Tears ready to fall from the intensity. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.“ Your partner replies in her soft voice. What she says is true, you know better than to cause a disruption while you’re out with her and the team, but you couldn’t help it. You were feeling needy in more than just one way.

-Her voice and the way she looked over your naked, tied up sweaty body caused another release. The tears spilling out as the overwhelming warmth and feeling come. “𝑶-𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊!“ You cry. Your body feeling weak from the constant over use. At the sound of your safe word, your lover bolts over to you. She reaches her hand underneath your legs, turning the vibrator off at once.

-your breathing slows as you feel her soft hands caress your body as the ropes fall. “𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?’’Konan asks, her eyes full of worry that she might of hurt you in some way. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you to her chest. All you’re able to do is nod. As worn out as you are, all you want to do is be able to please your partner.

-as Konan holds you, she starts playing and massaging your scalp. “𝙖𝙬 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝘼𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝙄𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩.’’ Konan coos into your ear as she felt your hand travel to the waistband of her pants. Your lover starts rubbing her hand up and down your back, drawing little circles over your skin to help bring you down from your high. With the combination of this and your hair being played with, you fell asleep.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻:

-behind closed doors your lover can be very needy and gentle with you. But he can also be pretty intense when it comes to punishment. Today you forgot he was in the middle of a meeting when you barged through the door in nothing but the little black night gown he gave to you for only his eyes only. You see, your shared bedroom is connected to the office by a small hallway. And only you or Pain can come in and out through that door, the rest of the members use the other.

-You left immediately when you met the eyes of your now annoyed partner and waited for him in the room. You found yourself on your knees by the bed, the usual position when it’s time for a punishment. With Pain, it can either be spanking and counting, or something as intense as edging and denial. Not long after, you hear the knob of the door turn and you look up to find your red headed love approaching.

-“𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗽. 𝗡𝗼𝘄.’’ Pain commanded as he sat down on the bed behind you. You did what you were told, positioning yourself on his legs. A shiver rolls down your spine as you felt his large hands pull up your night gown, and removing your matching panties, revealing your plump cheeks. “𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁.’’ He demands. *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* “One.” *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* “Two.” The counting goes on until you’ve gotten to ten. With each swift smack to your ass, the pressure has gotten harder. Your cheeks bright red and tender.

-In one swift movement, Pain has you on your back with his thumb circling your clit, sliding two digits into your tight hole. You cry out in response to the pleasure, your moan becoming louder the closer to your release. Pain must of felt the way you clenched around him, pulling his hand away. You must of really pissed him off today, to get spanks and denial.

-As soon as your body came down from the almost high, you found his fingers back inside of you. Curling up just the right way for you to cum. Yet again, when your lover feels you get close, he rips his hand away. This goes on and on for quite some time, the heat in your lower belly becoming so overwhelming at the constant denial that you can’t help but cry.

-“𝑷-𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈!’’ You managed to say through a whine. Pain stopped what he was doing at the sound of your safe word, grabbing you and pulling you to him. “𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.’’ Said Pain, feeling bad for making you have to result to it. Despite his rough nature, causing you pain in any way, shape, or form causes him great discomfort. It’s rare that the intensity of your punishments have made you use the safe word but since you were already feeling needy and tired, you couldn’t hold out.

-“𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲����𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈? ’’ Your lover asks. “No.” You mutter out, a wave of exhaustion coming over you. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.’’ Pain cooed to you. Apologizing while explaining to be careful. He is in charge of the Akatsuki, the one to plan out missions and takes cares of nine other people, one being you. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, feeling bad for possibly embarrassing him in front of his comrades. Pain senses your emotion and pulls you closer to him, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around you as you unwind.

𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶/𝗢𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗼:

-part of him thought your little ‘act out’ earlier was rather funny, but the other part knew that as much as he loves that side of you, that there’s a time and place. And today, wasn’t one of those times. Back in your shared room, Obito has you on your side, his cock buried deep inside you. Your arms are being held together by a restraint behind you.

-rather than thrusting, you’re being used as his cock warmer. Obito can’t help the joy he receives as he watches you squirm next to him, craving to be used as a toy. Your whimpers continue as the overwhelming urge to fuck yourself becomes unbearable. Your masked partner knows just the way to punish and tease you, giving you what you want but denying you of the fun.

-your body pushes itself back, shoving his cock deeper, desperate to achieve your release. You moan out at the pleasure. “𝙪𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙝? 𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.’’ Murmurs your partner, wrapping his arm around your waist and thrusting once before stopping. You whine at the sudden denial. “𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.’’ Demands Obito. Thrusting into you yet again and stopping. Your whines and pleas sound like a musical to him, wanting to hear you beg and apologize to win your reward.

-the heat in your lower belly intensifies and you can’t hold back your orgasm any longer, covering his cock in your juices. Your partner pulls himself from you, sitting himself up, grabbing you by your hair and pulling your face down to pleasure him. “𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.’’ Remarks Obito. You begin to gag as his cock reaches the back of your throat, spit and drool covering his member and his lap. *𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠* a hard lash strikes across your ass, causing you to whimper. The spanking continues as you suck him.

-as one hand decorates your cheeks with purple and red marks, the other holds your head down. “𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩.’’ Obito commands as he cums in your mouth, releasing you as soon as his high slows. By now, the intense pressure in your clit and walls have become almost painful from the need to be filled and fucked. “Obi-please.” You try to plea, but your shot down by another swift spank to your already tender behind. Your head sits on his thigh, looking up at his masked face through tears and your messy hair.

-Obito loved seeing you like this, a whimpering, begging, wet mess. He couldn’t help but fall more in love with you when you looked at him the way you do. “𝑫-𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔..’’ you mutter, giving up on trying to win. Your lover sits up, pulling you onto his lap, and bringing you down to his chest. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡?’’ Obito asks, his tone full of concern. His hands find the knot of your restraint, undoing you of your confinement. He allows you to reposition and stretch your arms. “Tobi. I need you, please.” You begin to coo, still craving fulfillment. “𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚.’’ Talks your lover, his hands massaging your hips and sides as you breathe into his chest. Tobi begins to mewl sweet nothings and praises into your ear to help you focus.

𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂:

-the two of you ended up in a small and petty disagreement last night, resulting in you ignoring him. And one thing Zetsu can’t stand, is being ignored. After pulling you into his room, he began to tease you, despite still being irritated, you became a wet mess. As your orgasm neared, instead of giving you the release you very much needed, he slipped one of his favorite toys into you. A vibrator that only Zetsu has control over. You could be in the kitchen making something to eat and it’ll go off, causing you to stumble as you force yourself to silence your moans.

-after pulling your pants back up, he sent you on your way. Watching as you went about your business from the walls, hitting the button anytime you got too comfortable, and stopping each time an orgasm drew near. As the day continued, your walls have become unbearably sensitive, your juices dripping from you as you walk.

-it was sometime after dinner that you couldn’t take it anymore, being edged all day with no form of release or help. You didn’t want to be the first to talk but at this point you couldn’t help it. You found yourself knocking on the door to your lovers room. “Zetsu..please.” You begged when he opened up. “𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲? 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ He scoffed as he let you in, locking the door behind you. “𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵.’’ He demanded. As you sat down on the loveseat he has in his room, he tied each arm up to the bolt on both the left and right side.

-He also tied your ankles to the bolts on the floor, leaving them spread open for him to see you. “𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ Black Zetsu spoke. He watched as you threw your head back at the orgasm finally washing over you. This torment went on and on until you felt you couldn’t cum again, until tears were rolling down your face from the overuse of your pussy. “𝑷-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔!’’ You managed to cry out as your final orgasm came.

-your lover was on you in a second. Undoing your restraints and gently removing the toys from within you. He picked you up and dropped down onto the couch with you wrapped in his arms. “𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀.’’ White Zetsu cooed as his palms massaged your hips. “Can’t cum anymore..” You muttered into his ear, receiving a small laugh from your partner. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲..’’ Replied Zetsu, feeling bad. As the two of you laid there, White Zetsu mewled sweet praises to you until you fell asleep.

𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻:

-one thing Hidan loves the most is a brat, and that’s what you decided on being today. Acting out, catching little attitudes with him, and outright not listening to him. Inside his head he was planning out the perfect punishment for his partner. Knowing that by the end of it, you’ll be apologizing on your knees to him.

-he finally lost it when you decided to snap at him in front of his partner and long time friend, Kakuzu. “𝗕𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁.’’ He barked at you. You decided to take it up a notch by ignoring his command and going about your business. This just ticked him off more. Instead of telling you, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him before plopping you on the bed.

-he grabbed you cuffs and attached them to the bolt that hangs from the ceiling, put together and made for times like this. He picked you up again, standing you in front of him. He brought your arms up and clicked the lock closed around your wrists. “𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿.’’ Spoke Hidan as he removed your pants and undid the buttons of your top. He started off easy, applying little taps and spanks to your ass and thighs. Letting you ease into your session.

-next thing you know, your legs are being shoved apart as a vibrator is held to your clit. The strength of the vibrations already making you cry out. Hidan grips your chin between his fingers, making you look at him as he uses you. “𝗙𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹.’’ He says, pulling the toy from you when he could sense your orgasm approaching. “𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.’’ He continues, letting you know you’re in for it. He applies the vibrator back to your aching clit, watching you as you struggle to do as your told.

-Your eyes shut and then quickly open when you catch yourself. But by then it was too late. Your silver haired lover removed the toy right as you were about to cum. You watched as he turned it off and tossed it on the bed. A gasp left your mouth when you felt two of his large fingers slide inside of you. Your walls clenching around his digits as he curled them. Hidan allowed you to cum since you kept your eyes open, and once you did he pulled away. The paddle he bought for times like this sits pretty in his hand. “𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗹? 𝗛𝗺?’’ Questions Hidan as he walks around you. You tried collecting your thoughts but in his mind you were purposely ignoring him, in which he rewarded you with a spank to the ass, and one to your thigh.

-this little game went on, your purple eyed lover leaving red and purple marks on your body when you took to long to answer his questions. “𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱? 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲?’’ Hidan taunted. “𝗛𝗶-𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗜-.’’ You sputtered, becoming light headed. “𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?’’ On most days you love his teasing, listening to him speak to you like this always made you wet. But after hours of this, you’re tired. “𝑺𝒄𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆.’’ You mutter as you try to keep focused.

-as much as Hidan loves tormenting you this way, he dropped everything. Removing your cuffs and carrying you to bed. He quickly grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge he has in the room. Helping you sit up and take sips from it. “𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ He questioned, pushing back the strands of hair that stick to your face from sweat. “Mhm.” You mumble. “𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.’’ He explained, disappearing into the bathroom. Inside he added bubbles, using your favorite lavender scented soap. Once the tub filled up, he retrieved you from the room and lowered you gently into the water, removing his clothes afterwards and joining you.

𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

-most of the day you were out, running errands with your partner, Kakuzu. As the two of you roamed the nearby village, he thought it would be funny to use his tendrils to tease you at any open opportunity, and by the time you two came back home you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

-the two of you couldn’t even make it to the bed. Your lover has your face mushed into your carpet as he takes you from behind. Your moans and whimpers being muffled into the rug as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot, causing orgasm after orgasm. Chills go down your spine as you feel his tendrils wrap around your throat and arms, pulling you up against his chest. Another release creeps up on you as you feel your lovers fingers dance over your clit.

-you feel your partners release coming as his strokes started becoming so poppy and irregular. But the way he’s hitting your clit and g-spot at the same time causes you to cum at the same time he does.

-once your highs come down, the two of you are back at it. This time he’s got you bent over his desk, hand gripping your neck as his cock fills you. “K-Kakuzu I’m c-.” You begin to say as your lover steals another orgasm from you. The pleasure fills your entire body, warmth spreads throughout. Before you know it, your clit is throbbing from the sensitivity, causing you to be so overwhelmed that you feel as if you’ll explode from the sensation.

“𝑴𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚.’’ You whimper when you feel yourself overused. Not being able to take anymore until your body’s calmed down. Kakuzu pulls out, picking you up and holding you close. “𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ Asks your gentle giant. All you’re able to produce is a small nod as you rest your head on his shoulder. “𝗔𝘄. 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.’’ He suggests as he’s walking over to the bed. Once under the covers, he traces his finger around on your cheek and forehead, applying a gentle pressure to your temples.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲:

-you and you lover started the day off with a rigorous training session. Wanting to see who would beat the other in a match. At the end, Kisame and yourself shared a laugh since yet again, you came to a draw. Back inside the compound, Kisame started the shower of your shared room as you undressed in the room, tossing your sweat covered clothes into the hamper. You joined him under the warm water, rinsing away the days dirt.

-one thing you both loved is shower sex, and before you know it, Kisame has you pinned against the shower tile. His cock buried deep within your walls. The bathroom fills with steam as your session continued. Kisame’s hands grip your waist as he holds you steady. The look on your face as you came could finish him off right then. Looking so pretty and pathetic as you took your boyfriends cock.

-you sense what feels like another orgasm approaching until a sharp pain shoots through your lower abdomen. “𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂!’’ You whimper as the pain becomes stronger. Kisame pulls out and sees the blood, realizing you started your period. He holds himself together as the scent of your blood fills his nose. “𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳.’’ He replies, planting a kiss on your head before hopping out.

-as you wait for your lover to return, your stand under the hot water, feeling a tiny bit better as the cramping subsided. You cleaned yourself again to remove any blood that covered your inner thighs. Kisame smiles as he helps you out of the tub. Your cheeks flush a little as he starts drying your hair. You pop two pills into your mouth before you continue drying.

-back in the shared bedroom, Kisame has some of your favorite snacks laid out on the bed, as well as a heating pad for your back. This may be a challenging time for your boyfriend, due to the scent, but you feel warmth knowing he’s helping you, and wanting you to be as comfortable as possible. I’m bed, he wraps an arm around you shoulder, holding you against his side as you treat yourself to some cuddles and food. “𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?’’ He asks after you swallow your bite. “Much, thanks to you.” You say as you smile up at him. He can’t help but plant kisses all over your face, wanting to see your blush.

𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

-one thing about Itachi is he gets jealous. Rather easily might I add. But he’ll never voice it. He’s the type to show you that you belong to him and him only. If he sees you talk too long with another Akatsuki member, by that night you’ll be covered in hickeys. All over your neck, stomach, and thighs.

-he watched as you chatted in the kitchen with Deidara and his partner Kisame. The words of Zetsu and Sasori going in one ear and right out the other as he waited for you. The longer you were in there, the more jealous he became. It wasn’t until he marched into the kitchen, leaving the two men mid conversation that he picked you up and marched down to your shared room. “Itachi. That was rude.” You commented as he sat down in his chair, straddling you to his lap. “𝗥𝗶𝗱𝗲.’’ He commanded of you. Pulling your dress up around your waist, exposing you lace panties.

-his large hands gripping your waist as he helped adjust to the speed he knows will get you there. He stared at you as your head fell back, allowing the pleasure to flow. “𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.’’ You could hear the jealousy in his tone, pushing his leg into your core as you rode against him. Whimpering his name when you felt his lips suck and nip at the skin of your neck.

-“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.’’ He taunted as you came all over his thigh. Moving from spot to spot, covering your throat in different sized purple marks. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲. 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲’’. He growled in your ear, holding you firmly against his leg, watching as another orgasm tore through you. “𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗛𝗺? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂?’’ Itachi remarked, enjoying the view as you stained his pant leg with your juices.

“T-tachi” You whined his nickname as your orgasm became more intense. You hips and thighs beginning to burn. You cried loudly as he pushed your hips back and forth, stealing another release. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you tried coming down from your latest high, but being denied that as your partner kept moving you. “𝒄𝒓𝒐-𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔. ’’ You whimpered, not being able to hold out any longer.

-“𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆.’’ Cooed Itachi, helping you adjust your clothes. He lifted you up in one swift movement so your legs are now off to one side. He gently pulled you back so he could see your face. Eyes glossed over and cheeks flushed. “𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.’’ He mewled to you. You and Itachi have been together for three years, knowing his jealousy comes from a place of care. His life was never easy, not in the slightest and you did all that you could to show him that you have no plans on leaving.

-you never got irritated with him when he got like this. You never judged him for being overly possessive at times. In all honesty, it’s one of your favorite things about him.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶:

-for as long as you two have been together, one thing has never changed. Sasori’s desire to learn and relearn every inch of your body. He craves to watch the way you react to his touch. He lives for the reactions you give to him whenever you two try new things, discovering what other pleasures he can inflict upon you. Tonight, while the compound sits quiet and empty, Sasori decided on trying different toys on you. At the beginning of your relationship, you knew of his love to learn and you both decided on a safe word in case something you tried was too much.

-“Sas-ori.” You dragged his name out as he tore another orgasm from you. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, and how your tits bounced perfectly as he thrusted into you. He took in how your whimpers changed with each setting the vibrator has against your clit. “𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘁.’’ He said encouragingly, changing the pressure with a quick flick of his thumb. “I- cu-.” You stuttered as your release came. Your clit swollen from the non-stop pleasure.

-Sasori turned off the vibrator, dropping it off to the side so he could hold you tighter as he fucked you. He felt the way your walls started to flutter around his cock and knew you were close yet again. “𝗖𝘂𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁’’ He whispered as you screamed, every orgasm stronger than the last. He thrusting slowed as he leaned forward, pulling a new toy from the pile beside you.

-your body covered in goosebumps and your head spinning that you didn’t feel what he was doing to your nipples. “𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆?’’ He asked, his voice helping you come too. You glanced down at your breasts, noticing small metal things on your nipples, you nodded when you saw they were clamps. The pressure from the clamps was different. A pleasure you didn’t think you needed until now. Sasori noticed the way your eyes rolled back when he massaged each tit, tugging gently on your nipple.

-the red head picked up his speed, slamming his cock deeper, the room filling up with the lewd noises you made as the head kissed your cervix. You saw stars when you felt your lovers fingers dance over your clit, rubbing circles over it. “𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑-𝒆𝒕𝒔.’’ You cried out as your orgasm ripped from you. Sasori slowed as he removed the clamps from your nipples, pulling out and away from you. Giving you a second to catch your breath.

-“𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴? 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?’’ Your lover asked nervously. Always careful to avoid accidents and never wanting you in pain. “Felt-too good. Can’t. Continue.” You said through hitched breaths. Sasori planted kisses along your jawline as you slowed your breathing. “𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱?’’ He questions in surprise. “Yes.” You reply back honestly. You wished your body would calm down faster, so you could feel your boyfriends hands and cock in you again. But for now you simply rested your head on his arm, breathing with him as he put his forehead to yours.

𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

-despite his cocky and stubborn nature, one wouldn’t expect Deidara to be soft and subbed behind closed doors. Deidara is needy and you love that about your partner. In public he acts tough but the second the two of you are alone he can’t help but touch you and explain how he needs to be since of you. Once the two of you got home, the fun started. You had Deidara on his back as you sucked his balls, stroking his cock. Your heat wet as you watched him twitch below you and start to whimper.

-“𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” Deidara begged as you teased him, rubbing the tip against your soaking lips. At his plea you lowered yourself, the two of you gasping as you took him in and as he felt your tight walls grip him. You motions started slow, watching as his eyes begged for you to pick up the pace.

-something changed inside Deidara, he wasn’t sure if it was because of how much you were teasing him or just his urge to try it but out of no where, you’re now on your back, your lovers hand tight around your neck, as his cock abused your walls. “𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲.” Murmured the blonde. He watched as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, loving every second of him fucking you.

-his squeezed your throat tighter, cutting off your air flow a bit too much for it to be pleasurable, not realizing he’s smushing the wrong spot down. “𝒂-𝒂𝒓𝒕.” You word came out muffled but loud enough for your love to hear you. He quickly let go and stopped, frightened that he injured you. “𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗔-𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?” He asked nervously. It took you a moment to catch your breathe and before you were able to answer.

-“I’m okay. I couldn’t breathe for a second there.” You explained. Deidara looks scared, back away from you, thinking if by sitting beside you, you’d end up hurt. “𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴?” Deidara asked. Wondering how you ended up without air. “Deidara, please relax, I’m okay. You pushed down on my windpipe. You’re supposed to squeeze the side only.” You started to explain, demonstrating on him. You let him test it on on you a few times before getting back to business.

-your body couldn’t stop the never ending orgasms as your partner fucked you, choking you with the right pressure. As you both came, and once your body’s relaxed, Deidara dropped onto the mattress beside you. “𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲?” You partner asked. You nodded as you leaned over to kiss him. The kissing got steamier and next thing you know, you’re riding your boyfriends cock, watching his facial expressions as your hand wrapped around his throat.

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♡ in which i'm still having big feelings about kisame. naturally, i'm cramming the reader into said big feelings. have some genin and newly-graduated chunin kisame and reader, his one and only friend (´。＿。｀) it's dark, lots of death, so huge dni to minors. ♡

♡ might make this a dumb little series of drabbles, maybe? i'm sure as hell not dropping a whole thing in one post when it turned entirely into a chunin selection thing. it's choppy, probs has mistakes, but that's because i wrote it here and i am dogshit tired and slightly scared to post smth i just roughed out here :' ) ♡

Tags: kid kisame (6-10), kid reader (6-10), reader-insert, canon/reader friendship, dark themes, such as kiri's chunin selection, mentioned child deaths (the chunin selection), angst, shock/trauma.

It's a death of spirit, slow to manifest, to make your home in another person. The innocence of youth was never something fostered in the Land of Water, reclusive and cutthroat was the village that stands bastion in the heart of the island nation. Those of the Mist learn young that survival is a series of little deaths, each one an intangible shepherd to the next that awaits them.

Kirigakure, where connection is granted to budding shinobi for the sake of becoming one of life's many harsh lessons. It's when you're small, and your childish sense of hope is somehow still naïve and alive, that something so treasured as a comrade is allowed to be anything more than a means to an end. Sharing meals, and clinging to life by the skin of your teeth through missions too gruesome for children so young, one's genin team is often one's first true taste of friendship.

He was so young when you met, six years old at best; a competitive thing- oblivious of his own strength and rough at times, but fierce in his loyalty. It started then, a boy with a gruff heart too big for his body, and a sawtooth grin that looked more frightening than he ever bothered to actually be. He was your friend, with cute ears that stuck out and gills that sometimes flared in a way that made you helpless but to laugh, and an unyielding sense of self-assurance that made missions less frightening, so long as it was him that fought at your side.

Hoshigaki Kisame was not a monster. Not as you knew him.

Companions in a shared misery back then, you were each other's determined and desperate support through the trials of your paths; assurances shared with conviction carried you through the horrors that no heart so soft as yours should ever have been forced to witness. You wanted to heal, he strove to conquer the art of blades.

Children are, unfortunately, as precious as they are blind, and their pride is earned hard through enduring that which would cull their lessers. Together though, there was nothing that could stop the unbeatable two that made him and you. It was a connection found only by the miracle of chance, a friendship forged through the four years shared as junior shinobi. Your sensei, your third man - they existed beyond the bubble of two.

You were children together, once.

But in the Bloody Mist, you fight or you die. It was a death of heart to swallow the fear in your throat when it came time for selection. Ten years old by then; it was cold that day, and the pit in your stomach was nearly all-consuming when Kisame bid you the first of many goodbyes. 'Just in case', he'd said - his voice quiet, and heavier than you'd ever heard it then - just in case one of you failed to survive. It was better to say goodbye now than risk losing his chance if it had come down to facing you.

Through the chūnin selection your three-man squad became a bitterly victorious two-man cell. It was only a small mercy given to you by chance that you weren't forced to face Kisame, and not yet was he forced to turn his strength on his team. He survived by the ferocity of his blade whereas you weathered the terrified betrayal of your third man, a soft-spoken boy no older than you. A tracker - or, at least he would have been.

Surviving that was the first time you saw Kisame's eyes feral and searching, his developing muscles drawn taut and teeth bared like a wild animal as he tore through the small ceremony of fellow children-turned-soldiers that had proved their mettle in the slaughter, each newly minted journeymen shinobi drenched in the blood of their friends.

Some were too stunned from the shock of their own actions, most too numb to react to the Hoshigaki boy who sought you out like one drowning sought the ocean's surface. There was no pretence of honour or achievement to be found in the way his hands, still slick and stinking of iron, had gripped your shoulders when he finally found you, as if you were the only tether he had left to anything good.

Neither of you smiled that day. There was no crooked grin that greeted you there, and no stifled tittering that followed the frenzied flaring of his gills to welcome him in turn, not that time. Finding each other through the bloodshed as official chūnin, you both learned that no amount of conditioning could have prepared either of you for the reality of taking the lives of your compatriots. It felt different, somehow more visceral, compared to cutting down someone marked an enemy.

Kill or be killed, neither of you had any other choice. That day would not be the one that marked his end, nor your own. Not yet - he was manic and peaked, you were despondent and spiralling - not yet. You weren't ready. He wasn't ready. Not yet. It was a shame that you weren't built for killing, and an even greater one that Kisame's concept of a comrade, that day, began chipping down to you. You became the exception.

Fear is something any child is bound to experience in life; a crawling dread felt in their bones when something goes bump in the night. It wasn't fear he had felt, and he was a child no longer when he emerged as one of the several victorious. No, the young swordsman-to-be was a selfish boy, he knew, because what he felt when he'd shoved his face into your hair and squished his nose into the crown of your head was the shameful sensation of relief. So many had died horrible, gruesome deaths - but not you. You lived, you breathed, you were shaking like a leaf and staring through him, but at least you were alive.

He was surely broken, and at that point so were you, but at least you had survived.

Your body moved through the motions of a person after the fact, while each champion was recognised, your stare one thousand yards detached from the moment when the weight of your certificate soaked up the death from your killing hands. You hadn't had it a moment, hadn't had the chance to exchange it for your hitai-ate, and already it was marked with blood. You were meant to feel proud, strong for having outwitted and overpowered the others, too weak to serve the village - yet, you'd felt sick. Bile burned the back of your throat, swallowed down hard while your brain marked you a hypocrite that day, despite the ceremony of congratulations thrown in the faces of you and your peers.

It was a blur, what little remained of that day. You have no memory now, nor did you then, of dragging yourself to the baths, but you know that every time you closed your eyes you saw the faces of those you'd defeated. Their faces stricken with panic or wet with desperate tears, voices squeaky or hoarse in their last moments - your kunai buried deep in the throat of your squadmate, his tantō skewered through the fleshy part of your waist. Pain, in every manner of which it existed.

No matter how desperately you'd scrubbed, your skin left raw and burning, your breathing haggard and unbearably tight, the blood never seemed to wash clean from your hands. Kisame was a persistent one, perceptive for his age and unwilling to part while his brain somehow struggled to rationalise that you lived, even if you'd left his sight. He'd scrubbed your back and bid the little comfort of his company - a silent sentinel that never once mentioned the strangled sobs that wracked your body when finally, you'd worn through what little energy you had left.

You couldn't understand why you cried.

And he had no answer as to why you didn't feel clean - he didn't either, though it bothered him somewhat less than it did you. Then, he'd never had as optimistic an ambition as yourself. His path was always of the sword.

You'd managed to patch your own wounds, and then Kisame's - because that was meant to be your path. The medic, the healer, a preserver of life. The death of hope was dealt through the cold realisation that you would never truly be that. At least, not in this lifetime. Not like this.

You were naïve to have ever thought that the path of a medic was above the demand of bloodshed.

It was he who helped you fix your clothes when your fingers refused to, no words exchanged when he pulled you under his arm and guided you from the baths - it was good, at least, that you'd washed up before heading for home. The silence shared between you, then, remained unbroken out of respect for those unfortunate dead. Loyal to a fault, and in search of an excuse to be near, he'd helped you back to the tiny apartment you called your own.

You felt many things that he didn't, then - but it didn't make you weak. You survived selection, you'd survive this too, he knew.

Your home was empty, polluted with noise from the market district beyond your windows, inhabited at that point only by yourself - still a child, yet so alone. Long had the Land of Water suffered civil wars - and your parents' lives were claimed somewhere along the line, but at the very least he was there. This world had no shortage of children orphaned, and like you, there was no one left alive to have awaited his return.

His home was with you. At least, it was then.

You were children together, once.

That day, through a series of deaths both tangible and in spirit, began the first of many goodbyes. To childhood, to juvenile altruism, and to the hope of most things good.

But not Kisame.

Kisame was not a monster, not then, at least. Not ever when you knew him.

#kisame #kisame x reader #akatsuki #naruto #naruto x reader #writing tag #kisame hoshigaki #reader insert #the night we met by lord huron carried me thru this one #really want to work on making my writing more narrative rather than w/e it usually ends up being ugh #also want to write some comfort as an addition to this but that'll come later maybe #this is dark - but i cannot see anyone having a good time in the bloody mist era #i rly dont think they went easy on their genin given the whole - y'know - chunin selection being what it is