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Gummi's wittle foot in Toji's hand I'm crying 🥹

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I cant

I cant anymore bro

Shino stans are so real

I need more of that man🤝

I need a fic of shino being jealous of his s/o's childhood boy best friend may be sfw or nsfw

BROSKI IS CUTE AND DOESNT EVEN KNOW IT 💋💗

author's note: thank you so much for this request! I decided to write it as a short sfw scenario, so I do hope you like it! Tbh, I am recently becoming a Shino stan girl, but I still feel he is one of the most difficult characters to write for lol x

warnings: none really (BUT some mentions of being intimate, nothing really nsfw) ; still just in case MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

A loud giggle left your lips and your hand flew towards Shikamaru's shoulder, a low grunt leaving him at the contact. A small blush covered his cheeks, while his eyes focused on the little stones, which he kept kicking with the edge of his shoes.

"I can't believe you said that!", you exclaimed, before another chuckle rumbled from your chest, "You asked her what her favourite cough medicine is?"

Your best friend's face became even redder of the memory and for a second, he regretted sharing with you how his date last night went. He rolled his eyes, his mouth forming a pout.

"I didn't know what to ask... Man, dealing with women is such a drag!"

His words earned him another playful slap from you, which he partly managed to dodge by moving to the side. His hand moved towards your wrist and before you knew it, he spun you around, so you were pressed against his chest, while his arm was wrapped around your torso, keeping you in place.

"Shika, let me go!", you squirmed in his grasp, a gasp leaving your lips once his hand pressed against that one ticklish spot on the side of your waist.

"Are you going to stop hitting me and making fun of me?", he asked with a serious expression, yet his voice carried a note of playfulness. Once you shook your head no, his hand found your ticklish spot again, this time squeezing and you immediately laughed, wiggling in his arms. Shikamaru, however, didn't seem to show even an ounce of mercy, his fingers dancing over your clothed skin.

"Y/N."

The sound of your voice made your best friend immediately release you and you turned around, only to find Shino staring at you. Like usual, half of his face was covered by the shadow of his hood and his dark glasses, but you could see just the slightest frown sitting on his face.

You and Shino had... interesting relationship. You had a crush on the mysterious man since your late teenage years and it wasn't till after the war when Kiba decided to set you a blind date as a joke, that you had the chance to get to know each other. Since that day, you only grew closer, regularly spending your free time together.

To say that you were together, however, would be a lie... or at least not fully the truth. Sure, you did kiss occasionally and he had recently started to spend some of his nights in your bed, but nothing has been officially established between you two. In your mind, your relationship was currently hanging on the border between a beneficial friendship and a romantic relationship.

The dark energy that Shino was currently radiating, however, was anything but friendly.

"Hey, Shino!", you greeted, smiling brightly at him, before scratching the back of your head. For some unknown reason, a feeling of embarrassment has washed over you, almost as if you were caught doing something you shouldn't have.

"What's up, mate?", your best friend greeted next to you, offering a lazy smirk. Shino, however, did not even acknowledge his presence, his attention focused on you.

"We were supposed to meet for lunch", he pointed out while lifting one of his brows, his tone sounding cold. Your eyes widened in surprise and you lifted your hand towards your face, checking the time on your watch.

2 o'clock.

A whole hour later than your scheduled meeting with Shino. You got so caught up listening to Shikamaru's disastrous date, that you completely lost track of time. You lifted your head towards the boy again, giving an apologetic look and opening your mouth to apologize, before your best friend beat you to it.

"Sorry, man, it was my faul-"

"I wasn't talking to you", Shino abruptly snapped at him, finally glancing in his direction. His reaction made you furrow your brows and it seemed to have taken Shikamaru by surprise too, because he lifted his hands in defence, before throwing a questioning glance at you.

All three of you stayed silent for a minute, till you let out a nervous sigh and turned towards your best friend. Quickly wrapping your hands around his torso, you held him in your embrace for just a second, before you stepped back and bid your farewell.

Once Shikamaru was far enough to not hear your conversation, you turned towards Shino and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"What was that about?"

He stared silently at you and you thought he was just formulating his response, but to your surprise, he silently turned around and started to walk away. You stood dumbfounded, mouth falling open in shock by his unusually rude behaviour, before coming back to reality and jogging next to him.

"Hey!", the word came out more sternly than you intended, "I am talking to you!"

Your fingers wrapped around the sleeve of his jacket and he stopped in place, still refusing to pay you any attention. Taking a deep breath, you decided that maybe a gentler approach would be more appropriate.

"Shino", his name sounded almost like a plead coming out of your lips, "Talk to me.."

The man tensed at your words and his hand came to his face, removing his glasses, so you can finally see how irritated he was with you. But behind his dark eyes, there was a strange vulnerability you have never witnessed from him.

"What am I to you?"

His question came out uncertain, almost as if he wasn't sure if he should be asking it. But Shino has always been one to speak his mind and this was one of the things you liked about him.

"What do you mean?", your head titled to the side, inviting him to elaborate.

"Do you see me as your lover? Or just someone to string along, till you decide what do you want?"

Maybe he meant his last words as a genuine ask, but the sharp tone he used made your heart skip a beat. It hurt you that he lacked confidence in your intentions towards him, especially since unlike him, you have openly voiced the fact that you do like him and feel attracted to him.

"String you along? I would never-"

A silent, barely audible scoff left his lips, and you stopped mid-sentence, now feeling more annoyed than anything.

"Honestly, what the hell is your problem?", you moved, so you were standing right in front of him and your eyes bored into his, "You are being a total asshole right now."

"I'm sorry I'm not too thrilled by the fact I just witnessed my girl being in another man's arms."

Oh...

Whatever was about to come out of your mouth, has been long forgotten and now the only thing your brain could focus on was the fact he called you "his girl".

You blinked a few times at him before a teasing smile stretched across your face.

"Your girl?", you leaned towards him, leaving only a step of distance between you two, "Is that who I am to you?"

Shino's cheeks turned into a dark rosy colour, which reached the tip of his ears and he moved his gaze to the side, suddenly finding the trees in the distance way more interesting than looking at you.

"Of course, you are my girl", he grumbled, his right foot now nervously tapping the ground, "I thought that was pretty clear."

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his embarrassed expression. Shino had the strange ability to say bluntly exactly what he was thinking, no matter how inappropriate it was, yet he got all shy and insecure the moment you asked him to confirm his feelings.

"Well, you have never expressly said anything...", you stepped to the side, resulting in blocking his view with your face once again.

"Was sleeping together not enough of a confirmation of the fact that I view you as my partner?", he raised his brow at you and you felt your mouth opening slightly at how straightforward he was, "Why else would I be intimate with you? For the laughs?"

"Well, no...", you muttered, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact that you have even questioned him in the first place, "But you know... A girl cannot be sure, till you explicitly say to her what do you want from her."

His hand reached towards your chin, lifting it and making you look at his brown eyes. His whole aura was now calmer and somewhat back to his usual collected self.

"I am serious about you. I want to be with you", he declared, his thumb gently tracing your jawline, "But I want to know if you are feeling the same way. I can't take being your second option, if your true affection lies with someone else..."

A deep crease appeared between your brows and it took you a few seconds to connect the dots.

"Shikamaru?", you let out a dry laugh, but your expression quickly became serious once you met Shino's unamused face, "Shino, you know both of us for years! I literally view him as my brother."

The dark-haired ninja hummed at your words, his hand moving away and shuffling in his pants' pocket.

"I don't like seeing other men touching you", he admitted, his hand falling away from your face, but before he can pull away, you laced your fingers with his.

"You are the only one I like, Shino! No one else", you assured him, giving him a gentle squeeze. He stared at you, checking your eyes to see how sincere you were, and before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned forward, pressing his lips towards yours.

Pulling away, his whole face was red and he hurriedly put his sunglasses back in an attempt to hide his embarassment.

"Let's go have lunch, you must be starving."

cc artwork: Alben Tan

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I feel like this is very Shino 🥺

Bother | Shino Aburame X GNReader

Masterlist

| REQUESTED, being fed up with Ino, unedited

| "Hey, sorry to bother you." "You're not bothering me! Why would you think that?"

Word Count: 792

“Hey, sorry to bother you.”

You look up with wide eyes from the garden bed. You quickly shake your head upon seeing who it is and smile reassuringly at him. "You're not bothering me! Why would you think that?"

You sit back on your heels, pulling your hands out of the dirt and brushing your hands off rather unceremoniously on your pants.

He doesn’t look as if he believes you, taking in your slightly startled expression as annoyance. He’d been sent to gather some herbs and simply hands you the list Ino had passed him. “I seem to bother everyone else…” He clears his throat and nods to the list in your hand now, “I can help, I just… I’m unfamiliar with two of those herbs there.”

Your heart aches at his answer but with his change of subject, you don’t really have time to think or react to what he’s said. You glance at the list, only for your face to contort in confusion.

“What?”

“These two don’t exist… At least now in our region. We can’t even recreate the climate here that they need to grow. That’s how fickle they are.” You look up at him, expecting him to be indifferent only to see that he was rather annoyed.

“Oh now I see why she sent me here.” It was like a lightbulb had just gone off in his head. The real reason Ino had been asking specifically him to hand everything the last few weeks. She’s made excuses that Shikamaru refused, which he probably had, and that Choji would taste test everything, which he probably would.

He couldn’t blame her for asking someone else, but he now realizes the real reason to choose him had a lot to do with his crush on you. On someone he didn’t get along with at first because you’d threatened to spray pesticides in the greenhouse if you caught anymore of his bugs munching on your precious flowers. But over time, he grew more fond of you and you of him and his bugs.

“Huh?”

“Ino. She sent me on purpose this time. She has to have the knowledge that you wouldn’t have these two.” He runs a hand over his face before taking the list back from you, turning to leave the greenhouse without another word.

The next time you see him is days later. You’re tending to one of the hanging plants in the back of the greenhouse when you hear his footsteps on the gravel behind you. You sigh, expecting to see anyone else but him after he’d stormed off. “Oh, Shino!”

“Sorry to bother you.”

“You’re not a bother. I really wish you’d stop calling yourself that.” You glance at the folded up strip of paper in his hand. “Let me guess. Another wild goose hunt from Ino?” You smile and hold a hand out for the paper, expecting him to hand it over. When he doesn’t, you tilt your head confused. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t… I know I wouldn’t be able to find the words to explain this to you. So I wrote it down, but Ino said my handwriting was too sloppy so she rewrote it for me. I’m not good with words, I hope you understand. But I want you to wait to read this. Wait until I’m gone. I’ll be back in two weeks from my mission and I hope to have a positive reaction from you.”

He hands the note over and leaves without a word. You’re stunned. He never usually talks that much during a visit. Then again, that’s not where your focus should be. It should be on the note in your hand.

Just like he asked, you don’t open the note until he’s left the Village. You sit on a dirtied bench in the greenhouse, unfolding the piece of paper and gasping as you read the confession from the man.

On the day the man was set to return, you’re waiting at the gates, pacing back and forth for the most part, awaiting his arrival back home to the village. You’d taken the day off from the greenhouse, opting to dress nice for the man despite the fact that he’d probably be in a less than favorable condition, smelly and covered in grime.

In his letter, he’d asked you to wait at the gates on the designated date and time he would return if you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. So when he sees you standing there, bickering quietly with Naruto who’d attempted to get into the basket of treats you prepared for Shino twice now, he can’t help the smile that forms on his face. The first of many during his time with you.

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Shino jealous headcannons??

an: thank you so much for your request! I've never wrote anything for Shino before, so this was a bit challenging, but also very interesting. Hope you enjoy!

Shino is a very calm and collected individual, but that does not mean he never gets jealous. He does, quite often in fact, but it is not always easy to pick up on it.

The things is Shino is somewhat insecure in his relationship. He is aware that he is a bit different from the other people in Konoha and he can't help but sometimes question the way you view him.

Because I imagine him with a s/o who is very cheerful and outgoing, he will easily become jealous when his s/o is in the company of someone like Kiba or Naruto. He would never say it, but he dislikes how easy it is for you to get along, given that it took you years to break Shino's tough exterior.

He may appear confident, but deep inside he is afraid that his s/o may find someone better than him. Someone who is just as outgoing and extroverted as them.

I don't really think he realizes it, but it is very obvious when he is jealous.

If you are in the company of others, his usual silent nature will completely transform and he will provide a snarky or sarcastic comment to almost everything that is said. I don't think that people that know him well, such as his teammates, would take offence to it, but to strangers, he will appear a bit rude.

While not a big fan of PDA, I imagine he would find subtle ways to show that his s/o is his by sitting extra close to them, brushing their hand with his, and maybe even lacing their pinkies together (if he feels someone doesn't get the hints!)

If he is only in the company of his s/o, he is totally the one to give a silent treatment.

He could never be mad at his s/o for long, however. As long as they give him a bit of reassurance and spoil him with attention, he will become very soft, completely forgetting why was he mad in the first place.

He will totally hold grudges towards other people tho, especially Kiba and Naruto (who may or may have not flirted with his s/o as a joke in front of him).

No matter how much he trusts you, however, I don't believe he will ever voice his insecurities out loud. With time his s/o picks up on them and they will know when to reassure them or stop joking around.

Overall, he can become a bit childish when he is jealous, but he is never the one to be very obvious about it.

cc artwork: Marc Simonetti

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The Honey Stand Saga

Honey Stand Synopsis: Working to win stupid perks, you make a bet vowing that you’d do anything to break Shino’s stoic exterior. Determined, you swear that you can pull it off with Shino completely in the dark.

 Part I Part II Part III Part IV Finale?

Honey Cakes Synopsis: You were stupid. You made a stupid choice; it left you with the first real heartache of your life and you could safely admit that you deserved it. But then the war came. And as quickly as it came, it was over. So what about you and Shino? Sequel to Honey Stand.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V

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can i rq shino & sai getting walked in on while in the act with their s/o :3 separate btw

Getting Walked In On

NSFW warning.

GN! Reader

Characters: Shino and Sai (separately)

Shino Aburame

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders as he thrusts into you, letting out soft groans each time. Your head is thrown back onto the pillow. You moan loudly, seeing as it’s your own house and you two are completely alone. His name falls off your tongue like honey as your hands cling to the sheets, gripping them like you’ll fly away if you let go.

You’re both so close, you can feel yourself contracting around him as the edge is in sight. His cock twitches, and it seems like this is it for both of you, but the door hitting the wall and a shouting voice interrupts you both.

It’s Kiba. He’s in shock.

“GET OUT!” You scream, throwing the bedside clock at his face. “YOU CAN’T JUST BARGE IN TO OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES!”

Meanwhile, Shino is covering you both with the comforter, hiding his face. He will not be able to continue after this. And next time, even the bedroom door will be locked even though it’s your own home.

Sai

His hands feel up all your curves, running along them, squeezing them, doing anything he can do, while his mouth leaves pretty, purple marks along your neck. To him, you’re like a blank canvas every time he gets to do this.

Well, not always blank. Sometimes, those marks he leaves are so good they last a while, and the next time, he gets to refresh those marks and leave new ones once he’s done admiring his work.

He trails his kisses down your body, until his head is between your legs. And he gets you so close to your orgasm as he teases you with his tongue and lips before the door opens.

“Hey, Sai have you seen— holy shiT, MAYBE LOCK THE DOOR???” Naruto shouts, covering his eyes and turning around.

Sai looks up, smiling that cheesy, snarky smile with either your slick or his own drool on his lips and dripping off his chin. He’s not ashamed in the least as he speaks, “Maybe you should knock before entering my room. I’m not giving any lessons.”

Naruto shouts back defensively about how he doesn’t need lessons as he fumbles for the door, finally getting it and slamming it shut, running off.

“Sai… that was mean. You cheeky bas—“ You get interrupted by your own gasp as his head returns between your legs.

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Sex with Shino

Warnings: 18+ ,smut from beginning to end, NSFW

Shino really just wants his lap and hands full of ass so he can roughly finger your pussy from the back, watching your ass jiggle and holding you down while you convulse uncontrollably for him. Vibrates his kikaichū while he’s stimulating your clitoris and you’re just orgasming back to back for him. Loves to make you beg and cry for him.

Teases you to no ends so when he sinks his fingers inside of you, you really just wanna crumble up and die because it’s so fucking good. You’re cumming for him hard when he starts relentlessly finger fucking you.

Loves to play with you on his lap like this in the morning just as you’re waking up or during his down time while y’all are hanging out on the couch.

Will do this until you’re literally crying. He’s a very patient man, especially in the sexual arts.

Thinks you’re very beautiful when your pathetically shaking, holding on to his bicep for dear life.

When he’s done he lifts you up and forces you to sit on his heavy erection. He’s very big. For you. Very thick and around six and a half to seven inches when he’s fully erect. Takes you some time to take all of him in but every minute of it requires him to talk to you and caress you as you struggle amidst an amazing orgasm. “That’s it baby girl. You’re almost there…mmm I know you’re doing great baby. I love you”

When you’re fully seated on him, he focuses his attention on your pretty breasts, greedily sucking and nibbling, making you arch on him, his dick buried deep inside of you, making you lightly cum, your pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Here you go baby”, he says, placing his hands on your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down on him. “Ahhhh! God Shino!”, you cry when he starts slowly setting the pace. “Uh uh baby, let’s go”, he says irritably, spanking your thighs, making you whine in his lap. “Ride me baby girl, enough of a all this fussing”, he says right in your ear so you can hear him amidst your squirming and whimpering.

After a short while, Shino is able to get you riding him at a good pace, the big hands on your hips there to make sure you don’t stop when it gets intense. Wherever you start shaking his gets a good grip to start mercilessly thrusting his hips up into you, your puss squirting all over him while you scream and convulse on top of him.

He’s going to Fuck you like this again before he places you on all fours. When he puts you in this position you’re truly done for because he’s backshots are insane! Not even a minute into it and you’re already bringing your hand up to grab his forearm. Hold on tight baby because Shino is about to go crazy.

He loves it slow, deep and hard, pounding you from the back. You can feel every inch of him inside of you, your slick and warm walls sending him to heaven. He’s okay with your screaming and shaking since he just hooks you in place while he’s drilling your shit.

He’s so loving about it. “Baby girl, you feel so good I can’t bring myself to stop”, he moans, placing his hand around your neck and lifting you up so your back is pressed against his chest. “F-feels so g-good uhhhh!”, you try to say, unable to handle the fullness of him inside of you, nevermind his finger rubbing circles on your clit.

“My cute little slut”, he says in that sexy, deep voice in your ear and you’re gushing!

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Yandere shino headcannons!

SFW

-honestly, he’s the type of yandere to be so chill, you don’t even notice how obsessive he is until months into the relationship

-he’ll make sure that people know you’re taken, whether it be his hand resting on the small of your back as you walk (he does that a lot)

-he needs a LOT of reassurance.

-swears you’ll leave him one day, and guilt trips you into feeling bad

-He’s always lingering around you, watching you. You’re never out of his sight.

NSFW

-HES SUCH A DOM.

-if you made him jealous, he’ll be rougher. He’ll thrust while chanting “mine.” Over and over again in your ear

-bugs. I’m sorry. He wants them on you. It’s sexy to him when you’re covered in HIS bugs.

-overall, he just gets off to the fact your HIS.

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Hoshigaki Kisame x female reader

warnings: none, suggestive, 18+mdni

“You’re not an easy girl to find.”

Your shoulders tense as you rise immediately, pulling your tanto from its hold on your bag on the ground.

“Ooh, scary.”

You maintain eye contact with the hulking intruder warily, before lowering your blade and sitting back down, gaze on the fire. “You know what I do for a living, Hoshigaki. I’m not supposed to be easy to find.”

Kisame grins sharply at you, ducking deeper into the cave you were calling home for the night, the ceiling not quite accomodating enough for his impressive height. “You say that every time, but I always find you. Kinda suck at your job, don’tcha?”

“What do you want?”

“What I always want.” He grins at you easily, relaxed. Sure.

You roll your eyes and ignore him, returning to the task of making your dinner. He watches you in silence, save for the sound of his sword being placed against the stone wall, the sound of his supplies as he unloads, to sit against the wall at a respectable distance.

“We have a job for you,” he eventually speaks. His usually playful air is noticeably muted, prompting you to give him a side eye as you begin eating. When you say nothing, he scratches his head. “It’s a tough mark but we’ll pay well.”

“If by ‘we’ you mean your pretty little friend is waiting for you outside this cave, you know I won’t do business with you,” you remark testily, stabbing at a bristle of meat with a little too much energy.

Kisame barks out a laugh. “Put your claws away kitty, I know better from the last time. My “pretty little friend” is miles from here. I’m talking about the boss.”

“Good,” you grumble lowly, going back to your food.

He slowly approaches your fire the way one would approach a wild animal, only a few feet at a time, watching your response with each move. Samehada remains against the wall, casting a long shadow from the crackling flames.

By the time his leg is brushing against yours seated comfortably at your side, Kisame has regained his cocky attitude and you’ve relaxed considerably.

“So, what d'ya say? Ready to talk?”

He hums deeply as you slowly climb into his lap, his black eyes never leaving your face, turning hungry as you pull your top over your head, revealing your mesh undershirt. His hands find your waist, large and imposing, and you’re reminded of the strength he wields even without his sword. His thumbs slip under, toying at your waistline, polite but deeply impatient as you contemplate his question.

His eyes darken with satisfaction when you finally speak, groaning under his breath as you roll your hips over his groin.

“I say…we have plenty of time to discuss your job, so you better start telling me what it is you want me to do.”

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Negotiation Tactics

Kakuzu x Reader

18+ Content! Minors, DNI!

(Not part of my Count series).

First time / don't get shy on me now -- little different from my usual bondagey shenanigans.

This is what happens when Chan tries to write a request from a prompt list. I have zero self control.

Z-E-R-O.

Warnings: Kakuzu being Kakuzu, fingering, creampies, smut, smut, smut.

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Sitting alone in a spacious booth in the quiet, dimly lit lounge, a low, annoyed rumble moved through Kakuzu's chest as he paged through his ledger and took a slow drink from his near-empty tumbler of whiskey that had long since been reduced to a watery mess by ice cubes that melted under the angry heat of his palm that strangled the glass. Eyebrows twisted into knots, he cursed under his breath as he scanned the numbers.

Idiot.

His latest hire had been an utter failure and subsequently "fired" after thoroughly buggering his books, leaving him with an unholy mess to untangle and a body to bury.

"Sir?" Your soft voice cut through the mire of his rage. Intense, emerald eyes snapped to the source of the sound, settling upon you with a burning intensity as you stood before him with a tray tucked under your arm and a fresh drink in hand. "You looked like you needed a refill," you said quickly. Your shift was nearly over, but you couldn't help but notice the strangely handsome, rough-around-the-edges customer who had been parked in that booth for hours was still there, glaring at the mess of papers and books strewn about across his table. You had been eyeing him and those lines of coded text all night, taking in the strings of numbers that made little sense to most people. You, however, we're not most people.

Kakuzu grunted what you assumed was some kind of sound of gratitude and flicked his empty glass your way, taking the fresh one from you with a swift snatch and returning his gaze to the books in front of him. When you remained in your spot after several moments, his vicious gaze met yours again. "What?" He barked gruffly.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but notice what you're working on… and, well…" you shifted uncomfortably under the weight of that glare and twisted your fingers into the lip of the tray you were now holding against your chest.

"Spit it out," he growled, eyes burning holes through your soul, clearly irritated that you were still standing there like you expected a tip or something.

"I, um--" Sweat prickled across the back of your neck as you glanced between his angry face and the pile of papers in front of him. The numbers danced upon the page and into your head, arranging themselves into the proper order right before your eyes. The words you wanted swelled in your chest but stalled in your mouth, as the intimidating leer focused hotly upon you wreaked havoc on your resolve. Chewing your lip, you mumbled while subtly gesturing with your tray, "I can help you with that."

"Speak up, girl," he snapped, eyes narrowing.

Feeling yourself rapidly crumbling under the intensity of his stare, you took a deep breath, snatched the pencil out of his hand and spun his ledger to face you, quickly scribbling corrections lightly in the margins of the page as heat ripped through your cheeks. "I'm really sorry. It's been bugging me all night," you stammered quickly, dropping the pencil and stepping backward, only stopping when an iron grip clamped around your forearm.

"Sit."

"I'm sorry, I can't -- I have another half--"

"I said sit," he snarled.

With wide eyes and a squeak, you slid into the side of the booth opposite the confusing aura of interest and malice. It wasn't until you were seated that you took in the full scope of the man sitting across from you -- tall, burly, and no doubt part of some unsavory business, judging by the scars and strange tattoos that littered his exposed, muscular forearms.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He demanded as his piercing gaze returned to your scribbles, glancing between them and the other numbers scrawled across the pages as if checking your work.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"You did all of those calculations in your head and you're working as a waitress," he spat.

You found yourself struggling to come up with an answer to that. "I'm just kind of good with numbers -- but really, sir, I have to get back to work--"

Kakuzu erupted with mocking laughter. "Work? This job is a waste of your time."

More embarrassed heat simmered under your skin as you tangled your fingers into your apron under the table. "I need the money."

"The money?" he echoed condescendingly. "What are they paying you here?"

Admittedly, the pay here was garbage, but it was just enough to cover your bills and the rent for your shitty studio apartment, and you said as much.

Kakuzu clearly found your salary to be an embarrassment, as he hummed with more taunting buzzes of quiet laughter upon hearing your timidly stated wage. "I'll pay you twice that if you quit now and work for me instead." While a bargain for him, it was a life-changing sum for you, and he knew it.

You balked, unable to fully form an answer initially. "Doing what?" You finally choked out. The prospect of leaving your dead-end job was alluring to say the least.

"I need a new bookkeeper."

"I'm not exactly qualified--"

"Bullshit," he snorted. "Do you want to leave this dump or not?"

You glanced around the room, subtly searching nervously for your boss. This offer sounded too good to be true, and you had been warned once about human-traffickers that occasionally passed through this part of town. "What happened to your old one?" You inquired carefully.

"The old one made this mess."

The fact that he didn't directly answer your question made you a touch uneasy. "I don't know," you mumbled quietly. "What's the company? What village?"

"You ask too many questions," he gruffed, taking a drink from his fresh glass as he leered your way. "You'd be working for me, not some company affiliated with a village." While still tempting, his offer still sounded unnervingly suspicious. "Either give me an answer or go back to doing your pitiful job and bring me my damn bill so I can leave."

With a deep breath, you mustered all of your courage and stumbled over your flustered reply. "I'll do it for three times my current wage."

Kakuzu quirked a brow at your sudden counter-offer. Without missing a beat, he countered you again. "Two."

"Three," you stated as firmly as you could, clenching your shaking fists around your apron under the table in an effort to keep your nerves in check. "You said yourself you think I'm qualified."

Kakuzu snickered in amusement at your little display of bravado and leaned toward you intimidatingly as he spoke. "And you're shaking under the table because you don't. Two."

"Three, or I walk and I tell my boss to bill you twice that for the help I already gave you," you squeaked, struggling to hold your ground.

"Two, or I tell your boss you've been job hunting on his dime," he sneered.

Heat bubbled under your skin as you glanced around the lounge again, hoping your absence in the back wasn't noticed. "Two and a half," you conceded quietly.

"Done. Ditch the apron."

*~○••●••○~*

It had been a month since Kakuzu discovered you, his little diamond in the rough, working at that dingey little lounge, and what an interesting month it had been. You unexpectedly found yourself packing most of your life up into a bag and following the strange man whose name you only learned after taking his job offer and heading out of town. Only as you were cramming clothes into a bag did you really realize how insane you were for doing this, but it wasn't like you had much tying you down to your crappy studio apartment. The roof leaked. The walls were drafty. You shared the space with more creepy crawlies than you cared to think about. It was just a roof over your head, nothing more.

"Hurry up," the gruff voice barked from ahead of you as its owner paused to leer at you over his shoulder. The sun was beginning to set, and a storm was brewing on the horizon. Tonight was not a night to be spent in the woods.

With a squeak, you faltered under the weight of the documents you were tasked with carrying, teetering precariously as the bag you struggled to adjust threatened to topple you over sideways. "Just a sec--" Just as you thought you were about to right yourself, your foot caught a root and you tumbled into the dirt in an ungraceful heap.

Heavy footsteps tracked over to you, bringing with them the rolling thunder of Kakuzu's annoyance. With one hand, he grabbed you by the handle at the top of your backpack and hauled you up onto your feet, eyeing you critically as you stumbled to get your legs under you properly. "What's the matter, is that too heavy for you?" He inquired in an almost mocking tone, though he knew the answer to his question already. Of course it was too heavy for you. He was curious to see how long it would take before you admitted defeat, but you were more stubborn than he gave you credit for. The pack you were struggling to carry weighed almost as much as you did, and you were not accustomed to this sort of thing. Sure, you could balance a tray of ten drinks without spilling a drop, but this was another beast entirely.

Heat washed over your face as Kakuzu reset you like a rag doll and that piercing, jade gaze lingered on you just a bit longer than it needed to. Admittedly, the bag was digging painfully into your shoulders and had done a number on your back, but you hadn't said a word about it. "It's just a little awkward. It's fine," you breathed rather unconvincing, eyeing the dark clouds rolling in the distance.

"We have another mile to go before we reach the inn," he grunted, peeling it roughly off of your back and casually slinging it over his shoulder while thrusting a much lighter suitcase at your chest instead. "Pick up the pace unless you want to get soaked."

"Sorry," you muttered quietly, suddenly feeling quite light now that the weight had literally been lifted from your shoulders. You grasped the suitcase firmly, getting your fingers around the slick, metal handle as you regained your footing and resumed following him. You arrived just as fat, heavy droplets of water began pelting the awning, which sent you scampering inside just behind Kakuzu to avoid the coming torrential downpour. Pulling back your hood, you heard the words from the innkeeper's mouth that you had been dreading.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one vacancy."

Heat flooded your face again. Great. Your eyes traveled up Kakuzu's strong, broad back as you listened to him growl at the poor attendant and felt your ears catch fire. Now, you were going to have to share a room with him and the indecent thoughts that had been simmering in your skull ever since you spotted him at his booth at your old job. While he was surly and rather rough around the edges, something about him made your heart pound and turned words on your tongue into mush. Maybe it was because he saw your worth as more than just a good-looking waitress. Or maybe it was just those massive biceps, rippling forearms, and that deliciously imposing aura he exuded. You hadn't quite settled on which yet. Shaking your head, you tried to evict those images from your mind before he turned around and read the embarrassment on your face.

"Let's go." That deep, gravelly voice snapped you out of the lecherous thoughts that had you drifting in fantasy-land, prompting you to quickly follow him up the creaking flight of steps to the left of the check in desk. You nearly ran into him when he paused to unlock the door. It took you a moment to collect yourself and to will the flaming heat to leave your cheeks. Kakuzu slid the monstrous pack full of paperwork from his shoulder onto the table situated in a corner of the room, making it groan in protest under the weight. Thunder crashed loudly outside behind the accompanying lighting strike that illuminated the entire area through the window, startling you so thoroughly that you nearly dropped the suitcase you'd been handed earlier. A low snicker hissed from his lips as his gaze traveled over your wide eyes and momentarily frightened expression. "What, afraid of a little thunder?"

That damn heat rushed through your face again. "No, it just startled me," you mumbled, closing the door behind you and setting the case upon the table next to the bag. Scanning the room, you took in the sleeping arrangements. A couch that had definitely seen better days was tucked against the window flickering with lightning and a single bed was positioned on an adjacent wall. No doubt Kakuzu would claim the bed for himself despite the fact that you knew he split the cost of the room with you by taking it from your pay. He would find some excuse or another, probably citing having to carry your load of paperwork for part of the trip as his justification for taking the better sleeping surface. No matter. At least you weren't outside. That couch was probably still more comfortable than your old bed, anyway.

"Stay here while I deal with the exchange," Kakuzu ordered tersely, swiping the metal case from the table. "Don't open that door for anyone."

"I know," you waved your hand dismissively. This was a conversation he often had with you before meeting with his more unsavory clients.

"I mean it, girl," he snapped, eyes focused hotly on you.

"I'm going to be too busy showering and getting this paperwork in order to worry about answering the door," you smiled weakly under the intensity of his glaring.

With a grunt, he turned to the door, pausing only to bark one last order at you. "I'll be back in a few hours. Don't even think about taking that bed--"

There it is. "--I'm on the couch, I know," you called over your shoulder as you began unpacking a few things from your bag of personal belongings. After Kakuzu left, you locked the door as per his orders and breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least you would have a few hours to yourself to soak in hot water and go over the numbers once more without worrying about a certain pair of eyes following your movements. Kakuzu's heated gaze always left you flustered, and you often wondered if he did it on purpose. He was so damn hard to read that you couldn't quite tell if he was glaring at you angrily or if he was just staring because he just wanted to look at you. Asking him as much was entirely out of the question, though, as you felt you might never recover from the mockery that would surely ensue.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, you gathered your soap and shampoo before heading into the bathroom. Mercifully, the room came with a tub. You filled the basin with hot, steamy water and groaned quietly as you had yourself a nice soak. This was a luxury that you weren't often able to enjoy, so you were going to savor this. With that savoring of the hot water lapping at your skin returned your sinful thoughts of Kakuzu. Stolen glimpses of exposed flesh left your imagination filling in the gaps. Images of those rough hands and thick, strong arms encircling your body flashed behind your eyelids intrusively, leaving you with an unexpected ache swelling in your core as your own hand trailed lightly over your skin, half intending to wash away grime but really mimicking the playback in your head. With your imagination holding the reins, your mind swiftly went elsewhere. You weren't thinking about your comparatively small palms smoothing over your body under the soft weight of the surrounding water. You were thinking about his -- large, calloused hands, toughened by years of fighting and hard work...

"What the hell is wrong with me?" You squeaked out loud, eyes snapping open suddenly as you caught yourself mid-fantasy and abruptly sat upright, splashing water over the side of the tub with your movement. Your heart pounded in your chest and breath caught in your throat as you struggled to get yourself together and finished cleaning up, draining the tub and wrapping yourself in a robe as you climbed out. Shaking your head, you hung your towel and padded into the main room, adjusting the knot around your waist as you stood at the edge of the table. With a quiet groan, you dug through the stupidly heavy bag of paperwork, digging out the ledgers you needed and flipped them open in a neat array across the table. Eyes focused intensely on the strings of numbers, you slipped into a deep state of concentration, gnawing absentmindedly on a pencil as you muttered to yourself and made slight adjustments to the numbers. You became so thoroughly engrossed in your work that you completely lost track of time. The sound of the lock rattling and twisting caused you to snap your head up, wide-eyed and surprised when Kakuzu's masked face appeared in the widening gap.

Oh, hell. You were still in your goddamn robe.

With a squeak, you dropped what you were working on, trying to ignore the low, amused laughter rolling from your companion's chest as he closed the door behind him with a foot, as he now bore two suitcases instead of the one he left with. Always in a better mood after completing these exchanges and having payment in hand, Kakuzu's eyes remained unnervingly focused on you, keenly taking in the sight before him. He quite liked the view and unsurprisingly enjoyed how flustered you became under his leering. It was almost cute. "What, finished with the books already?" He inquired roughly as he peeled off his cloak and mask and tossed them over the back of a chair, revealing the strong, muscular arms and broad chest that had been plaguing your fantasies as he walked toward you.

Heat washed through your cheeks again, as you were definitely caught staring. "I was just double-checking some things," you muttered, trying to find something else to focus on but failing miserably.

A smirk pulled at the stitched corners of his mouth as Kakuzu noticed what you were so intently fixated on. Him. It was no secret to him that you were stealing not-so-subtle glances whenever you could, but oh, did he enjoy tormenting you about it. "Can I help you with something?" He sneered in amusement.

Confused arousal shuddered through your body in a rippling wave as he loomed over you. "N-nope, just about done here," you stammered as you stared up at him, taking a step back toward the wall.

"I wasn't referring to your work," he grunted, closing the gap and grasping your chin with that same crooked smirk pulling at his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

The surprisingly gentle grip he had on your face had you quickly unraveling under his fingertips. You swallowed hard, eyes shifting over the landscape of rippling muscle that was now planted right in front of you as your heart fluttered into your mouth. The scent of sandalwood filled your head as the immense heat radiating from his body seemed to consume you. The plush robe covering you now felt woefully inadequate, leaving you clutching at the top edge to pull it more firmly over yourself.

Planting his other hand against the wall next to your head, he leaned in closer, head tilted slightly as those intense green eyes locked onto yours. This tension between you had been thicker than ever in the last week, and Kakuzu had had enough. Your brain malfunctioned as you stood there, caged in by the subject of your embarrassingly lewd fantasies. Every response you tried to come up with fell apart in your mouth before you could say anything meaningful. He was so warm. So close. So intolerably hot.

"You've been staring at me like a starving dog after a steak for weeks," he growled in that gravelly tone that left knots of delicious heat coiling in your belly, still with that soft grip on your chin.

"Have not," you lied unconvincingly, the pulse of your undeniable lust continuing to build.

Kakuzu snorted, fingertips ghosting your throat so faintly that you shuddered with a confused need. "Liar," he rumbled in your ear. "You're not as subtle as you think you are."

You bit your lip as you stared up at him, feeling the intensity of his own burning desire radiating from his chiseled form. "Kakuzu..." you breathed nervously, shrinking back into the wall slightly. Even without malicious intent, your boss had an undeniably imposing presence about him.

"What?" He taunted you in what might have almost been a playful tone.

"You're a little intimidating," you admitted finally with a nervous, breathy laugh.

A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his mouth as the hand on your face trailed slowly down the front of your robe toward the knot that was currently keeping you decent. "And?"

"That's all," you squeaked, biting your lip to contain the lusty little sound you knew you would make if it weren't stifled as the warm palm of your fantasies gripped the cloth belt around your waist.

"Tell me what you want, girl," he murmured against your neck.

Your knees almost buckled under the weight of his inquiry as his lips grazed your soft skin. "You first," you stammered, hoping to turn the tables on him.

He chucked lowly. "You're cute when you think you can negotiate."

Damn.

"Now, either answer me or put some damn clothes on."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to form the single word you needed to satisfy his question. Having him this close to you completely short-circuited your brain. How on earth could you possibly tell him that you'd been fantasizing about this sort of thing for weeks? Chewing the inside of your cheek, it took you a moment to gather your resolve. "You," you spoke quietly.

"Speak up," he gruffed with a wicked smirk pulling at his lips.

"I want you." You stammered with a bit more volume as heat flooded your face.

With an amused hum, he tugged the belt of your robe by one free tail, unraveling the knot in a swift motion. Slipping his hand between the two folds of fabric, he trailed that warm, rough palm over the curve of your hip to squeeze your bare ass, leaving you gasping in surprise and pleasantly stunned at the sensation. "Sitting around in nothing but this knowing I was going to be back soon," he mused, still caging you in against the wall with his other hand pressed to its surface next to your head.

"That's not--"

You were swiftly interrupted by his low, rumbling laughter and a deliciously spine-tingling order. "Lose the robe."

You froze.

"Don't get shy on me now," he murmured, sliding the hand on your hip up the front of your body, taking his sweet time to reach your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tiniest whimper of a moan escaped your lips despite your best efforts to stifle the sound. His touch felt exactly the way you imagined it would, and gods have mercy did you ever like it. Kakuzu brushed his thumb across your lip, taking in your bashful expression when you opened your eyes again. "What, never had a man touch you like that before?" He taunted with a crooked smirk.

"Well..." At this point, you weren't sure your face could get any hotter.

"You chose a rough first ride," he hummed in a mocking tone at your growing embarrassment, still cupping your face in his large hand.

Chewing your lip, your eyes flicked down for a moment, catching a brief glimpse of the immense bulge straining the fabric of his pants. Oh.

Chuckling darkly, he tilted your gaze upward away from the intimidating heat he was packing. "Be a good girl for me, and maybe I'll consider being gentle."

Swallowing hard, you nodded, entirely immobilized by the intensity of the gaze set upon you. Still biting your lip, your heart pounded madly as heat pooled and throbbed between your legs. You hesitantly traced your hand over what you thought were just tattoos of stitches on his forearms, only to be completely startled upon feeling ridges instead. Even more surprisingly, a single, seemingly sentient thread untangled itself from his skin and coiled around your wrist teasingly before winding itself back into place. You couldn't even get your head around what you just saw and momentarily jerked your hand back until the thread vanished.

He smirked, pulling your attention away from the shocking discovery by snaking the hand cupping your cheek around the back of your head, pulling you into a rough, heated kiss that completely ejected all thoughts of those wiggly tendrils from your mind. Your entire body hummed to life in his grip as he shuffled you where you were more or less pinned against the wall, slipping his rough palms under your robe and picking you up off the ground with each hand firmly cupping an ass cheek. You squeaked in surprise into his mouth, tangling your arms around his neck as your feet were unexpectedly removed from the floor. That little squeak quickly rolled into a quiet moan that he greedily swallowed as your bare cunt brushed against the cloth containing the heavy bulge you spotted earlier.

The next thing you knew, your back landed on the bed with your legs dangling partly off the edge, and you were being framed by the strong, thick arms that plagued your fantasies as he loomed over you like a hungry wolf. A few stray locks of hair escaped the bun on the back of Kakuzu's head and tickled your cheeks as a deep growl rumbled from his chest. Running your hands up his well-muscled torso, you panted lightly upon feeling a rough palm slide under your robe, flipping one panel open, unwrapping you like a present and exposing you to his hungry eyes with a satisfied hum. With one of your legs trapped between his, the trails of his calloused touches moved across your body in firm waves, leaving you squirming, breathless, and throbbing with need.

Kakuzu hummed in amusement as he palmed your soaked pussy, tracing a thick finger along your glossy folds, leaving you shuddering with anticipation. "You've been thinking about this the whole time we've been here." A statement, not a question. That gravelly voice hummed through your entire being on the tail of a wicked smirk. Before you had a chance to formulate a response, he sunk a thick digit into your core, leaving you gasping his name and gripping at his shirt. It felt divine. Your dirty daydreams no longer did him justice as he strummed you like an instrument and murmured mocking praises in your ear, adding a second digit to the mix. "Don't tell me that's too much for you already," he taunted lowly, drawing slow circles around your clit and enjoying every little mewl and moan that made its way past your parted lips.

"N-no, just really--" What you wanted to say was good, but the sound that came out of your mouth as he curled those fingers inside your pulsing heat and ground the heel of his hand against your clit hardly resembled a word at all and just rolled into a breathy moan that left a wild arch in your back.

"Really what?" He gruffed wickedly, a smirk pulling at the corner of his stitched mouth as you clenched around his fingers like a vice.

"Fuck," you squeaked, unable to finish your earlier statement and whimpering as he added a third. You gasped and squirmed under the intense stretch of his skillful fingers as he hummed taunts in your ear.

"You'll thank me for this later."

That voice sent lusty shivers up your spine. You clawed at his clothes, needing something to hang on to as he dragged you toward a mind-boggling peak that had your eyes rolling back in your head, inhuman sounds breezing through your lips, and hips bucking into his hand. Stars exploded behind your eyes when the coil of heat in your belly finally burst and your core fluttered and clenched with rippling pulses that left you breathless and coated in sweat.

"What do you say?" That deep voice gruffly rumbled through your entire being as he roughly curled his fingers again for dramatic effect.

"T-thank you, s-sir," you stammered through gaspy pants.

"Good girl," he murmured in your ear, withdrawing his fingers after you finished riding out those waves and leaving you achingly empty to begin peeling off his clothes. Breathing heavily, you stared up at him with a lusty awe. That man had no business looking as good as he did, sentient threads or not. You ran your hands over his firm, scarred body, unable to take your eyes off him as he took his sweet time undressing before leaning down and caging you in again. Your eyes widened as his hot, heavy cock slapped against your belly. The expression on your face must have been amusing to him, as he chuckled lowly, tangling one hand in your hair behind your head while swiping his fat tip through your slick. "Relax," he hummed, his breath tickling your ear as yours caught in your throat.

Easier said than done. Thick arms coiled around your body as the broad head of his thick cock slowly pressed into you. The stretch was intense. A little whimper vibrated in your chest as you held your breath and dug your fingers into his shoulder with tears threatening to prickle at the corners of your eyes. "K-kakuzu, 's too much--"

"Breathe." The gruff order lacked the usual bite with which he generally spoke. He was being shockingly gentle with you, despite his earlier taunts that such a thing would only be considered. Sliding forward painstakingly slowly into your tight, pulsing heat, his deep voice rumbled through you as his large, calloused palm moved soothingly over your skin. "Good girl."

Something about those little praises from him left your heart fluttering in delight. The intense stretch you felt as he parted your silky walls slowly melted into a deliciously full sensation that you just couldn't get enough of when your hips finally met. Your pained little whimpers morphed into pleasure-drunk mewls as you buried your face against the curve of Kakuzu's shoulder.

"Fuck," he growled under his breath, running his hand up your torso to lightly squeeze a breast as he gave you a moment to adjust. The tight grip your little pussy had on him and the breathy little moans escaping your lips were maddening. It took every ounce of his self-control to not just pin your legs to your chest and fuck your soul from your body. You squirmed under his weight, the absolute fullness you felt driving you to need motion. Soft pleas fell from your lips against his throat as you tangled your arms around his neck. Those little sounds were met with low, hums of lightly taunting laughter that were more typical of the Kakuzu you knew as he obliged. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He gruffed in your ear, one hand wrapping teasingly around your throat.

You fumbled over the sounds that should have made your broken confirmation to his question, but the syllables were lost amidst the delicious feeling of being entirely possessed by the man pinning you to that bed. The impressive girth dragging along your tight, fluttering walls occupied every ounce of your attention, leaving you gasping and clinging to him as he took you on the white-knuckled ride of your life. Every motion of his hips and yours dragged delightful friction across your puffy clit that surged through every nerve in your body. There was no containing your breathy moans as you dug your nails into his back. Heat began knotting in your core again. "F-fuck -- so good, I--" You bit your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as an arch rolled up your spine.

Kakuzu groaned through gritted teeth as your walls clenched tightly around his impressive girth, rutting his hips into your soaked, pulsing core more roughly in response, which only seemed to escalate the lewd sounds you were making. The bed creaked in protest as its posts repeatedly struck the wall with the increasing intensity of your movements. With a stifled growl, he grabbed one of your knees and pressed it to your chest, achieving more depth that sent another round of fireworks bursting behind your eyes as he swallowed your lewd cries with another bruising kiss. Your bodies became a heated tangle as he crushed you against the bed and you breathed heavily in stuttered gasps, tearing little red lines into his skin in a desperate attempt to hold on as he railed you into oblivion. His thrusts gained depth and became more frantic, driving you toward the brink as you lost yourself, feeling you almost couldn't take any more. His name left your lips like a desperate prayer, only to be muffled by his palm clamping over your mouth to smother the loud wail that tore from your throat as he grappled with your other leg to strike a new depth that left you screaming into his hand. With a rumbling snarl against your neck, his rhythm faltered and he gripped you tightly while he fucked you through his own release, painting your walls with thick ropes of white.

You whined pathetically, struggling to regain your breath and your hold on reality as he slowly lowered your legs back down onto the bed and eased his length from your still fluttering core. Warm hands moved soothingly over your skin as raspy praises rumbled into your head to bring you back down from space. You rolled against his firm body, nuzzling your face into his shoulder for a moment to ground yourself in the grip of those thick, muscular arms as your frantic heartbeat gradually slowed.

"You need another shower," he gruffed, amusement lingering in his voice.

"No way, not getting up," you breathed, pressing yourself into him stubbornly with your eyes closed.

A snort breezed past your ear as those delightful, rough hands moved slowly over your fatigued body. "You do if you want to sleep in this bed."

You cracked an eye open upon hearing his offer. "You're going to share," you mumbled flatly in disbelief, tilting your head out of its little nook to gaze up at him.

A smirk cracked at the corner of his mouth as he teasingly trailed his hand up your torso, playing his fingertips lightly over your throat. "You've gotten better at negotiating, but I suggest you do as I say before I decide to change the terms."

With a giggle, you reluctantly shifted sideways out of his grip onto your belly, turning your head to face him as you tucked an arm under your chin with a bashful smile. "Fine, but you're coming with me."

"Deal."

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[keisukebajimipatron]

i fucking love deidara from naruto..them mouths on his hands, yeaaa….

modern au kinda ish

okay but can you imagine sitting watching a movie with him, the movie theatre is basically empty and he made you sit in the way back with him. as you get engrossed in movie you feel his hand on your thigh. as you look over you see a stupid smirk on his face as he pushes his hand up your skirt and pulls your panties to the side. those stupid mouths in his hands eagerly began to lick and suck at your clit as you try your best to keep yourself quiet.

feel like he would do this quite often, always in places that could get you caught. oh my god and those hands always feel so good on you as well.

[keisukebajimipatron]

|| love rival || Akatsuki x reader

They're now realizing what a mistake it was to introduce you to the group, now they have competition with their own teammate.

tags: former ninja!reader, gn! civilian reader, established relationships, threats, violence, protective!akatsuki, slightly suggestive in Sasori's || MDNI

Pain

He knows that Konan is harmless and she's not the sort of disrespectful person to go sniffing about where she doesn't belong, especially where he and his partner are concerned. Pain, however, cannot tolerate the lingering touches Konan gives you as she passes by. Her hand brushing yours, guiding you with an arm around your shoulders, and blushing at you. He feels a warning is warranted.

"You are my dear friend, Konan, I have known you many years, but this simply won't do. You are better than how you are acting. Be respectful and leave them alone, and I won't need to inflict pain upon you."

Konan

Oh, well isn't this troublesome. Konan isn't the type to make idle threats, but Pain is her commander and leader. That would not be a wise decision on her part, but she does trust her long-time friend to be somewhat respectful and not place you in any situation where you would be uncomfortable. She's not above putting her foot down if she really must.

"Sir, with all due respect, my partner isn't interested and we would both appreciate you to mind your manners."

Obito

You are his everything. He would destroy the entire world for you. Level mountains, tame seas, there isn't anything he wouldn't do as long as it's within his power. He's pretty surprised that Zetsu even took a liking to you, as he's not one that's expressed interest in most anything other than his eating habits.

"Surely Zetsu is mistaken. My partner isn't a corpse for you to munch on you, nor are they yours for the taking. Keep your distance and I won't have to bloody you up too much."

Zetsu

As with anything, both sides of him are at a near constant quarrel with each other. His light side trying to reassure his darker side that Tobi is harmless and doesn't mean anything malicious by taking interest in you.

"Tobi is a good boy, he means no harm." "His harm is his unwarranted interest in our beloved partner. Fool! You have no sense, do you?"

Hidan

Honestly he could laugh so hard he may undo the stitches in his neck. That old fucker wants his partner?? Is he actually serious?

"Haha! That's fucking rich! You've gotta be at least one-hundred by now, huh? Fuck off, geezer! They're not yours!"

Kakuzu

Clearly decapitating Hidan over and over doesn't make him talk any less. Neither does stabbing him-- but it sure does take the edge off. Kakuzu would rather not deal with the younger man's insufferable stubbornness. You are his lover, his alone, and Hidan had no chance in whatever the fuck kind of afterlife his mighty lord Jashin provides. None. Fuck off, Hidan.

"As if they'd want someone as lowly as you. You don't even pay for your own shit. Remember your place or I won't hesitate to remove you from this world permanently. One swipe and your head will be freed from your miserable shoulders. I'm sure all sorts of insects would love to burrow inside of that hollow space."

Itachi

For a moment he's reminded of Sasuke's little schoolboy crush on you, except Kisame isn't Sasuke. He is a grown adult capable of getting in the way of Itachi's livelihood. Threatening the sanctity of his relationship. He's unlikely to do much other than step in if he crosses any boundaries or makes you uncomfortable. So until something is said, it's just this weird, heavy atmosphere. Kisame starts to speak but Itachi cuts him off immediately.

"Keep their name out of your mouth, Kisame. I won't warn you again."

Kisame

Oftentimes he wonders how lonely Itachi is. He annihilated his entire clan save for his younger brother in a single night. He took away everything he loved and for what? He can appreciate Itachi's past but Kisame doesn't take too kindly to the eldest Uchiha brother being a bit too welcoming and protective of his partner.

"Itachi, a word of advice. Don't shit where you eat. And keep your nose out of other's relationships. You're a good, respectable man and I appreciate your concern in my partner's well-being. Let me handle it from here."

Sasori

There's still the age-old artistic view difference between the two: eternal art vs shortlived art. One could argue both have their merits, but even after all these years it was a sore subject between the blonde and redhead duo. And now you were thrown into the mix.

"If you truly think you're so superior to me, Deidara, then perhaps you'd be more open to what a waste your art truly is. My partner prefers eternal, long-lasting, but there's nothing long nor lasting about, is there?"

Deidara

This was great. Jusssst great. Sasori had been hanging around his area of the hideout more and for what, Deidara wasn't sure. Until he recalled that you had been given special permission to visit from Pain himself. You'd forsaken your village long ago and clearly had no interest in reporting them, so it was allowed. Sasori had begun skulking about ever since and the blonde could guess why he might be drawn to you.

"If you even think about turning my partner into a fuckin' puppet, I won't hesitate to kill you, Sasori. No matter which way I go about it, you'll end up in splinters. So, I repeat. Stay the fuck away from them, hmm."

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[keisukebajimipatron]

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[keisukebajimipatron]

play wrestling that turns serious that turns sexy works so well with kisame. he’s all muscle and veins and so easy to banter back and forth with until one day you smack his shoulder and he laughs and says you’re gonna have to do better than that so next time you actually punch his shoulder, but not that hard, and he still laughs and swats your hand away so now it’s your mission to make something hurt.

it turns into a game between you two.

you pinch his side and he snorts and barely bats an eye, you flick his forehead and he grabs your wrist and tosses it, and your all time favorite; smacking him in the stomach with the back of your hand. you can rarely catch him off guard enough to land a solid hit but when you do it feels good, but he always smiles in that lopsided way of his and says nice try girlie

until one day you’re sitting next to him and he says something annoying so you turn and kick him. only this time he grabs your ankle and yanks, so that your leg is draped across his lap. and the position is awkward so you move your other leg to try and wiggle out, but he grabs that leg too, so now both of your legs are draped across his thighs, one beefy arm pinning them down, and he’s scrolling on his phone like nothing happened.

one minute passes and neither of you say anything so you just … do the same. and now whenever you hang out you’re touching. it starts with you trying to pull at his ear, to which he responds by tangling your fingers with his, only now he holds them under the table. for safe keeping since you wanna be childish he says, and you let him because let’s face it you can’t pull away and there’s something about it that just feels good.

and the next time you’re walking together you try and elbow him in the side, but he snags you and now you’re walking arm in arm, like this is an every day thing. and then the next day you poke his waist, hoping your bony finger inflicts some sort of pain, only to make a noise in your throat when he grabs your hand and holds it in his, telling you that you can’t be trusted to have free reign. on and on the game goes until one day you try and shove him over while you’re sitting in the grass, which of course shouldn’t work, but he falls to his back easily and pulls you with him. now you’re on top of him and you should feel victorious but something tells you that you’re right where he wants you. he’s grinning, all teeth and sharp angles, and now you’re on your back, head spinning, and he’s on top of you and right by your ear, breaths leaving both of you in sharp pants. he whispers something to you that makes you shudder before he rolls off of you with a chuckle.

next time let’s do this at my place, yeah?

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[keisukebajimipatron]

mdni 18+ content

don’t mind me, just thinking about kisame as your older brother’s best friend who is accidentally your first kiss. you didn’t mean for him to be but it was a party, bottles were being spun, and your brother boo’d the whole time. you both laughed about it and that was that.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally receives a text that was not meant for him. you immediately tell him “wrong number oh my god” and apologize for telling him that your bed is broken and asking if you can try his. kisame finds himself laughing at your ridiculous pick up line and tells you that there’s no way you’ll pull with that to which you respond with “tell that to my date Friday night” and suddenly kisame isn’t laughing anymore. very randomly the next day your brother tells you you’re not allowed to date until you’re married while kisame cackles from the kitchen and you call kisame a tattle tale rat and all is right in the world.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally walks in on you changing. and, okay, you weren’t naked. just indecent. kisame’s seen you in a bathing suit and hardly batted an eye but catching you lifting your sweatshirt half way up and seeing your uncovered back and the underside of your breasts has him choking on his saliva. you let out a petrified noise and slam your door shut over the sounds of him coughing and apologizing. no one else is home, he’d let himself in to grab a charger he’d left behind, and is about halfway down the stairs when a pillow hits him on the back of his head. you’re calling him names and swearing and chasing him around with another pillow, and he’s dodging you and telling you he didn’t see anything until you’re both laughing and out of breath. things go back to normal. kind of. only now kisame knows what certain parts of you look like. but you don’t bring it back up and neither does he.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally kisses you, again. only this time it really was an accident, he’d hadn’t seen you in a couple weeks and the family gathering he invited himself to had drinks and games and he’s letting loose, relaxing in a way he can’t in his own home. you’re not even supposed to be there, sometime about a girls trip he tries not to think about, but you show up anyway with a big smile and a hard jab to his side with your elbow. he catches you in a side hug and goes to plant a very brotherly kiss to the top of your head, because he’s kisame and he’s like a brother to you, images of the under side of your breasts be damned, only to miss completely and clumsily catch the side of your mouth. you’d titled your head up towards him at the wrong or maybe right moment and he pulls away blinking. you’re staring at him in shock before laughing and asking him how much he’s had to drink. he doesn’t answer and removes himself, not before ruffling your hair to re-establish the friendly line drawn between you. he tries and fails to not think about it for the rest of the night and things are … weird.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally sees you on a date. he’s picking up takeout and stares unabashedly at you and some guy who’d look great with a broken jaw. before he can really process what he’s seeing and the burning twist in his gut he’s texting your brother who responds with a “yeah i know it’s some prick she knew in school” and kisame leaves, agitated and no longer hungry. he sees you a couple days later and asks about it before he can think better of it and you roll your eyes and tell him it was a one time thing, you were giving the guy a chance, but the whole thing was a bust. kisame ignores the elation he feels in his chest and the weight that slides off his shoulders and happily accepts part of the apple you’re cutting up. things are normal but not and kisame is too preoccupied with the way you delicately bite into the fruit to notice.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally tells some he’s your boyfriend. only he didn’t say it, the old lady implied it and kisame just didn’t think to answer. you had just signed a lease on a tiny studio apartment and he was helping you move boxes from the street while your brother and mom returned the moving truck. he’d been bringing up the last box when the tiniest old lady he’s ever seen gives him a crinkled smile and tells him what a good boyfriend he was and about how lucky you were to have a gentleman like him around. all he can do is nod and pointedly ignore how warm the assumption makes him feel as he continues up the stairs. he opens his mouth to tell you what happened, no doubt you’ll make a joke about it and hopefully rid him of the buzzing in his ears, only you’ve replaced the shirt you were wearing with a tank top while you unpacked dishes. there’s a curious bead of sweat trailing down the middle of your back, a back kisame has memorized since he stumbled upon you in your bedroom, and he can’t find it in himself to mention it. it’s then he realizes that things are not normal anymore, not by a long shot.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who accidentally thinks about you while he’s … taking care of himself. he’d waken up uncomfortable and hard and didn’t have to be at work until later so he takes it slow. let’s his mind wander only to hiss when he thinks of you, peeling off that sweater completely. he thinks of what that bead of sweat would taste like and how far it fell down your back. he thinks about your mouth around the apple slice, about your mouth against his. twice he’s been there, twice he’s felt it, and it’s enough to make him finish with a groan, only to sink into his sheets as the guilt takes over. he slings an arm over his face and sighs, accepting this as his new reality.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully begins to put himself between you and anyone he thinks shouldn’t be next to you. you don’t notice because it’s kisame and he’s always been there and life goes on.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully switches up nicknames just to watch the surprise flit across your face. girlie turns to darlin’ and he grins around the toothpick in his mouth when you fumble the red solo cup in your hands, beer spilling into the sink while you both clean up after another family party.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully presses his leg against yours under the table. kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully adds a layer of suggestion to your usual banter that has you blinking as if to make sure you heard him correctly. kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully slings an arm around the back of your chair, to make himself comfortable he’s a big guy, and flashes anyone who looks at you a grin with way too many teeth.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully is trying to make you see him as someone other than just your older brother’s best friend. kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully becomes the only guy in your life outside of your family. kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully toys with you just outside of your brother’s gaze until you snap and you’re both kissing in the kitchen. he’s got you trapped against the pantry door, the same one his height’s recorded on right next to yours in faded marker, and his mouth is hot against your lips, your jaw, your neck.

kisame as your older brother’s best friend who purposefully gets you alone when he can. he’s grinding into you from behind in the guest bathroom at thanksgiving, muttering filth into your ear as he toys with your sweater, ignoring your hushed whisper that you two probably shouldn’t be doing this, and holding back a groan at the whimpers you let out. he’s got you crowded against the wall of your family’s garage, hand shoved up your ugly Christmas sweater to ply with those breasts he can’t stop dreaming about and trailing fire down your neck. you’ve got a leg hooked over his waist, rubbing your sweet cunt over his covered cock, still telling him that this has to stop. he chuckles against your jaw and tells you that he’s waited way too long to stop now. and you’re shoving him off only to turn around and undo your belt, your tight jeans pooling at your ankles. kisame snarls into your hair when he sees you weren’t wearing anything underneath and slips his cock from his pants, leaking and throbbing and so sensitive he thinks he might cum before even getting all the way inside you. you arch your back and muffle your whimpers with the back of your hand, eyes closing as kisame teases your entrance. he’s about to press into you, willing himself to get it together, only to fly off of you when he hears your brother just outside the garage door. you both recover just as he enters, throwing you a snarky remark and grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. you and kisame exchange a look as you follow him out, plans to continue as soon as possible written clearly on both your faces 💙

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[keisukebajimipatron]

I don't know if you're still doing requests but ahhhh

Could you maybe do one with the Akatsuki where y/n and a member are having play banter/teasing eachother for a bit but then one says something too far/or mentioned something their sensitive about and it hurts the others feelings? .3.

I love your writing:3 especially Kisame stuff *giggles*

Here’s a big smooch *MWAHH😘*thank you so much love😩 I love kisa so much and I feel like he’s SUPER underrated.

Here’s a gift from me to you as I write about our big teddy bear🧸

•you’ve been with the akatsuki for about two years now, and they’ve become more than just comrades. They’re family

•and with family comes some hardships, arguing about something like bills, or missions

•then there are the times people bicker between each other like siblings; some that you’ve heard or been apart of that consisted of “move your fat ass Tobi, I wanna sit down” said by Deidara when he wanted a spot on the couch. Then there was the one time someone ate your Onigiri, you questioned everybody and couldn’t find out who the culprit was

•but for the other 95% of the time, you guys love each other and get along as best friends

•today is like any other day

•you find yourself looking for a snack in the kitchen

• “whatcha lookin’ for short stop?” Asks Kisame when he enters, watching you rummage around for something that catches your interest

•everybody, except for Kakuzu is short compared to Kisa, you just happened to be the shortest. Which of course Kisame finds hilarious, but also really adorable.

• “I need sustenance” you comment back lightly, pushing boxes of pancake mix out of the way in the closet to see what’s behind them

•you take a step back, your body hitting Kisame’s torso, you tilt your head, craning to look up at him as he starts shifting things around on the higher shelves. Helping you out

• “we’ve got chicken noodle soup, clam chowder. I’ll actually take that. We also have a few boxes of noodles up here with sauce if you don’t mind waiting a bit.” He lists off

• “hand me a box of noodles, don’t care which, we got pesto up there?” You ask, trying to see if there’s a jar of the green sauce. “Hm” Kisame hums out as he searches. “Ah, here we are. He grabs a container and brings it down to you. You take the jar of pesto and the noodles from him and slip out of the pantry

•as you put a pot of water on to boil you hear the snap of the can opening behind you. You watch as Kisame grabs a clean spoon from a drawer and digs into his soup

•you roll your eyes playfully, “do you not want to heat that up? Or at least put it in a bowl or something?” You ask. Most of the time when out on missions, all you guys bring are canned food, or things that are premade. Not really having much time for anything else.

•you’d think at home, most of your comrades would put a little more time into what they eat

•he shrugs, finishing up the last of the chowder by drinking it out of the can, tossing the spoon into the sink.

• “so uncivilized” you mutter playfully as you dump the noodles into the water. You put another pot on the stove, this one much smaller as you dump the pesto in it. Keeping it on Low so it can be nice and warm

• “I am civilized” Kisame responded, his tone cheerful as it is most of the time, especially when around you

• “hm, whatever you say” you joke, now stirring your pasta to keep the noodles from sticking to the bottom

• “list five times where I came off uncivilized” Kisa says from behind you, leaning up against the counters on the opposite side of the kitchen

• “I’m not gonna go into full detail but you remember that one time Pain decided to treat us to a nice dinner in that village nearby?” You start, holding back giggles when you remember how bad that dinner ended up

• “oh fuck” Kisame replies, trying and failing at holding in his laugh. “It wasn’t my fault their chairs weren’t up to the task of holding me. I didn’t mean to crash into the waiter!” He exclaims, holding his sides as he defends himself.

• as the two of you calm down from laughing , you dump the noodles into the strainer.

• “but but-..” Kisame starts, clearly getting ready to burst into laughter with whatever he’s going to say next. “You remember when we were visiting the Hidden Leaf and you snapped at the waitress because she spilled hot tea in your lap? She looked so embarrassed. Think it musta been her first day or something”

•you shake your head, “yea yea, get it oughta your system. I apologized to her” you mutter as you scoop noodles into a bowl and cover them evenly with your sauce. You mimic Kisame’s earlier movements and grab a fork from the same drawer before haphazardly blowing on a mouthful of noodles

•you shove the still hot food into your mouth, puffing your cheeks out as it burns your tongue. You turn away and swallow, not wanting Kisa to see how ridiculous you just looked as you burned your mouth

• “then remeber when we had that one mission where it was you, Konan, me, and Itachi?” He asks, small giggles slipping between his lips

• “you and Konan were both irritable as fuck because of your periods syncing up or some shit like that?” You freeze, you tried pushing that out of your head. Mid travel, Kisame had noticed that you got blood on your cloak, and he thought it was from the enemy you had taken out an hour prior. He even tried using an old rag to scrub it out for you

•it wasn’t until he saw the look of horror and embarrassment on your face that he knew he was missing out on something

• “I can still remember the face you made. Oh my fuck, it was so funny” Kisame blurbs out, and your face heats up with embarrassment. You and Konan sent Itachi and Kisame off ahead of you two while Konan gave you a spare tampon since you had bled through the one you were wearing.

•it definitely wasn’t one of your proudest moments but you gotta do what you gotta do

•luckily your back is still turned towards your large comrade, giving you a chance to blink away the tears that are now burning your eyes, threatening to fall

•you sniffle, bringing your sleeve up to wipe them away quickly. Acting like you got food on your face. But even you know, the effort is futile

•Kisame is always able to pick up on mood swings(before they even happen), can hear when one’s heart rate changes, and you’re pretty sure he knows whenever you or Konan are ovulating(only because he’s always distant during that time)

• “ah shit…” you hear Kisame mutter quietly. You go to turn, ready to act like you’re fine, putting on a brave face when you’re met with Kisame’s torso right in front of you

• “I realize now what happened. I’m sorry” Kisa says from above you. Your cheeks flush and you cock your head to the side, trying to hide your slight embarrassment

•you feel two large hands on your back, pulling you towards him until your face is buried in his chest. The scent of his cologne filling your nose. Something about that and being wrapped up in his arms is soothing.

• “it’s ’Kay” you mutter into his chest, your words coming out muffled.

•something about how you sounded causes both you and Kisame to burst out into another laughing fit.

•Kisame bends down to hug you tighter, causing your giggles to hitch, and come out sounding broken, which in turn, make you two laugh even harder. Your sides hurt, and you know his must too

• “if you-ever-bring that story up again, I will kill you” you threaten playfully from his chest.

• “I’ll hold you to that short stop”

(Guys guys! Who here would like a Kisame x ovulating reader blurb?!?! Because it came to me when I was writing this and omg)

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[keisukebajimipatron]

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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