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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)

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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 𝐲𝐨𝐮 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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⋆꙳✧༄ Hand mouths

❖ Character: Deidara

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1,4k

❖ Summary: You always wondered what those tongues could do - and you're about to find out

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, mentions of Masturbation

Deidara’s art always drew you in, the way it looked so uniquely him or the way the smallest bits and pieces flew around the scene when he made it explode, his laughter echoing in your ears. It was only a question of time until you begged him to teach you his ways, starting off with a simple pottery class and he was so stoked you wanted to learn. Little did you know that Deidara had been harboring a crush for you ever since he first heard your laugh when one of his pieces exploded right in your face - you understood him or so he thought. But now you're here in his art corner, wearing a cute little apron over your clothes so you won't get too dirty with clay.

“You also should wear one!” You insisted playfully, holding out another apron for him but he gave you a playful glare “i’m a master at this. There won't be a single speck of dirt on me” he reassured you which only made you pout.

“I thought I can get you to take that coat off to see your movements better” you explained, a hint of sheepishness in your voice when you told him a half truth. You did want him to take his coat off but for no other reason that to ogle at his arms while he kneads the clay. The imagination of his muscles rippling beneath his skin with every move, fingers dipping into the softening material made you imagine it was your flesh he's kneading, his fingers dipping into your- snapping yourself out of your lewd little daydream you sat down at the pottery station Deidara had prepared for you, surprised to see him in the apron.

“You're not even gonna freak out?” He asked slightly disappointed when he held his hands out, showing you his secret weapon when it comes to his art and you only cocked your eyebrow. “Did you forget that one of those things licked my hand when you first met me?” You asked amused, playing it cool but these damned hand mouths were your downfall. At night when you tossed and turned, all you could think of was how good they'd make you feel, gliding through your folds or how Deidara would touch himself - tongues lapping at his sensitive tip to push him over the edge, or did he like to tease himself with them? Your mind wandered off again until he snapped in your face, pulling you out of lewd thoughts once more.

“Just start kneading the clay and when you're ready you just… let the creativity flow” he tried to explain as the mouths on his hand wetted the clay he then so skillfully shaped into a small cat like shape. “But I figure you should start with a bowl or vase” his voice was laced with amusement.

When you put the clay onto the spinning part of the station Deidara moved to stand behind you, slender hands carefully guiding your movements as his bare arms flexed at every move of his hands, muscles rippling beneath the skin and you were barely able to concentrate on the clay in front of you. The moment his fingers started digging into the clay as if he was caressing it gently and his breath hit your neck it was over for you. “I wonder what else these hands can do” you thought to yourself, or at least that was the plan but the words slipped right of your mouth as the spinning of the wheel beneath you came to a halt, the room now deadly silent until it was filled with his chuckle. “So eager to find out, hm?” Deidara teased, lips right next to your ear and you had to plan your next move carefully now.

“Would you show me?” You asked with a smirk, trying to sound confident but the small crack in your voice gave it away. “Let me clean my hands and I'll show you” he whispered and just like that his looming presence behind you disappeared for just a moment before he returned.

“Take your clothes off. Show me the beautiful art hidden beneath” he rasped, strong hands slowly tracing over your bare arms and causing goosebumps to raise in their wake. He didn't need to tell you twice, dying to find out what it would feel like and without shame you undressed yourself.

As if you were a sculpture he walked around your naked body, once, twice, eyes raking over your exposed skin in awe. “I can't wait to ruin you” he chuckled more to himself before his lips found their way onto yours in a heated kiss, tongue wasting no time to infiltrate your mouth but you let him. You weren't going to put up a fight or play hard to get, Deidara always had you in the palm of his hands as you were just waiting for him to make a move.

A yelp escaped your lips when you felt a tongue swirl around your hardening nipple before his hand gently kneaded the flesh. You could feel him smirking against your lips at how well you were reacting to him, to the tongues lapping at your little buds until he heard you whimper, hands slowly traveling further down but stopping right at your mound. A small path of saliva shimmered on your skin from where the tongues traveled over your body but it wasn't enough for Deidara. In one swift movement he emptied the small desk where pottery was drying, the shrill sound of parts breaking almost making you flinch but you had no time to react as he already lifted you onto the desk.

“Legs up” he ordered eager and your legs folded towards your chest, leaving your pussy on display to him. You were truly the most beautiful piece of art to ever grace this room.

The blonde man couldn't help himself but to get a taste from your juices that were glistening so perfectly on your folds, eager tongue dipping into your cunt to lick one long stripe from your entrance to your clit before gently sucking on it. “You taste so fucking divine” he moaned against your heat, the mouths on his hands nibbling on your thighs impatiently, dying to have your arousal melt on their tongues as well. Deidara gathered some of your slick on his tongue before standing back up, his body now leaning over yours “open up” he chuckled, waiting for you to open your mouth which you did just as ordered. “You're my good girl, aren't ya? Now swallow” he praised, a glob of his spit mixed with your arousal dropped down onto your awaiting tongue, whimpering at the way he claimed you as his now.

The second you swallowed you were rewarded with a tongue lapping at your puffy clit, a sinister smile spreading on his lips as he watched you moan helplessly as two of his fingers slipped inside of you with ease. It felt far better than you always imagined, his skilled fingers finding your g-spot fast and massaging it with precision that had you squirming on the table. “Is that what you imagined when touching yourself?” He asked teasingly and you had to nod, letting him know that you need him - need his tongues on you and who was he to deny you this experience? Without any further teasing he moved once more, his fingers slotted deep inside of you as one of the mouths of his hands lapped at your clit, Deidara’s own tongue soon joining the other and pushing you over the edge into a mindblowing orgasm. The feeling of two tongues gliding through your folds was almost too much but you didn't want it to end just yet, shaking hands holding onto his hair and pushing him closer into your core. “Don't worry sweets, I said I wanted to break you. Not gonna stop any time soon” he mused between your thighs, his free hand caressing his hardened length as the tongue in his palm drooled all over his cock just like it was on your cunt. You always imagined what it would feel like but actually being his masterpiece meant getting this treatment until you were nothin but a blubbering mess from just a few tongues and two fingers.

@enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

#naruto x reader #naruto smut #deidara x reader #deidara smut #deidara #naruto deidara #deidara x you

[aceopmari]

Perverted Akatsuki X Reader: Upskirt👙

Akatsuki Masterlist

TW: Explicit, upskirts, panties, perversion, face sitting, breast licking, perverted reader, masturbation, sexual harassment. Minors DNI 18+

Akatsuki Baddie Taglist: @ppg-artss @cutebunnygirl02 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai

Sasori:

Sasori was working on Hiruko’s puppet body in the small library at the base. You walked in the room wearing your short skirt and walked towards the bookshelf that was in front of him. You bent over to examine the shelf as you searched for your book.

Sasori’s usual blank and passive stare turned into a naughty smirk the moment he brought his attention to the hemline of your miniskirt.

He got a glimpse of red fabric that barely peeked out from your short skirt. ‘I just wonder what she’s hiding under there…’ he thought.

He raised up his hand a bit and activated his chakra thread that he used to connect to one of the ruffles to your skirt. With a gentle lift of his fingers, he was able to lift up the back of your skirt, just high enough for you not to notice and for Sasori to get a good peek of what was underneath.

Sasori got a good eye full. Underneath your skirt was a pair of sexy red mesh back panties that hugged your cheeks. ‘Naughty girl…’ he thought.

Sasori’s eyes followed your curves as he studied the sparkles that were on the back of the panties. ‘Never would have taken her to have such an artistic taste…’

You felt a small breeze from under your skirt. You were unaware of what was really happening as you believed that the A/C was blowing.

You felt really hot under your skirt from the weather. You bent over a bit further and sighed quietly in satisfaction as you welcomed the breeze.

Sasori’s let out a low hum in amusement at the sight. “Not bad, I’ve got to admit,” he whispered.

“…Huh?” You snap out of your thoughts and turn around to see Sasori using his chakra thread on your skirt. You raised an eyebrow. “Sasori, what are you-?”

“-Your panties were showing. I was simply pulling your skirt down…” Sasori said flatly as his passive blank stare returned to his face. He lowered his fingers making the ruffle of your skirt go down before he disconnects his chakra thread.

Your cheeks flushed. “Oh..t-thank you Sasori…” Feeling embarrassed, you grabbed your book and quickly left. Sasori snickered to himself before going back to work on his puppet.

The moment you left the room, a naughty perverted smirk spread across your face as your clit throbbed from under your skirt.

Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind one bit if Sasori took it upon himself to take a little peek up your skirt. But you knew he was too reserved to try anything like that…

Kakuzu:

Kakuzu sat on the couch in the living room at the base as he counted his money. It was hard to focus with the noise of your vacuuming. He didn’t mind though. After all he had a nice view of the lovely gifts, from the ‘Village Hidden in the Short Skirts…’

Kakuzu glanced up from his wad of ryo to stare up your skirt. You bent over right in front of him as you vacuumed to reach the hard corners.

You had on a sexy pink thong. A color that matched well with your innocence. Kakuzu’s red-green eyes followed the movements of your fluttering skirt as he watched your ass jiggle in your panties. He bit his lip behind his mask.

Kakuzu would never admit, but you were just his type. You were a young and beautiful fine piece of ass. One that was round, ripe, and tight…

If it wasn’t for his greed, he would have spent money on that ass. Kakuzu found himself reaching his hand between his man spread legs as he tended to his aching bulge. “Mmm…” he moaned quietly.

Kakuzu watched as you turned off the vacuum and put it away. You then pulled out a feather duster before walking over to the small coffee table in front of Kakuzu.

You bent over in front of him as you proceeded to dust the table. Your skirt was just a few feet away. Kakuzu gripped his dick through his pants as he looked up your skirt once more as he studied the perfectly sculpted twin full moons that was wrapped by your skimpy fabric.

Kakuzu didn’t hesitate anymore as he reached a hand to smack your ass, enjoying the sight of it jiggling in your thong.

You shrieked as you dropped your feather duster. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you turned back to glare at Kakuzu.

“H-hey! You can’t do that, Kakuzu!” You snapped. “Shut up, Y/N. Get back to work,” Kakuzu says coldly.

You turned away in a huff as Kakuzu smirked in satisfaction. You picked up your duster and went back to cleaning.

You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. You wouldn’t mind it if Kakuzu dragged you to bed to spank you…and with his tendrils no less…

Kisame:

You were painting the walls of the base when you called Kisame over. “Needed something, Sweetheart?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I need to paint up higher but I can’t reach. Think you could give me a boost?” Kisame smiled. “But of course…”

Kisame got on his knees and grabbed a hold of your body to boost you up. He held you tightly by your legs.

“Great! Just keep steady for 5 minutes,” you say before you go ahead to start painting. “Sure, take all the time you need…” Kisame grinned as he glanced up your skirt.

Kisame thought you were rather innocent. He was so surprised when he took a peek of the sexy black thong you had under your short skirt.

The thong hugged your curves and gave your ass a perfect lift. Kisame licked his lips like a hungry shark. He only wished he could sink his teeth into those cheeks for a yummy taste.

His eyes traced to your clothed pussy. It was wet and it seemed to have gotten more soaked by the second.

On top of that, he noticed some sweat beads rolling down your ass cheeks and onto your legs. You must’ve felt pretty hot under your skirt from the weather.

Kisame held back a groan. He glanced at his crotch seeing his ‘little shark’ sticking out. He couldn’t help but snicker. ‘What am I a teenager? Damn…’

“Okay, I’m done. You could put me down now, Kisame,” you say. Kisame snapped out of his thoughts and internally panicked as he glanced up at you.

He then spotted an empty white spot in the corner walls. “Oh um…you missed a spot…”

You followed his gaze and spotted the unpainted corner. “Oh! Thanks!” You then went ahead and started painting the spot. “No problem…” Kisame smirked as he went back to peeking up your skirt.

His eyes fell to your crotch. Your underwear had cute little blue words on the front. ‘Shark Bait, eh? Cute…’ he thought.

You smirk to yourself as you felt your clit throb from the arousal. “I hope your enjoying the view, Sharky~” you say seductively.

Kisame widened his eyes. You had known the whole time that he was watching. He grinned showing his shark teeth some more. “I am…”

You glanced down at him. “Want a little taste?” Kisame chuckled. “But of course…”

You yelped when Kisame repositioned you so that your legs were wrapped around his neck. He brought his head up your skirt and proceeded to lick your clothed pussy.

You were a moaning mess when Kisame dragged his cold tongue up and down your wet clothed clit to taste the juices.

You squealed in delight as Kisame licked the sweat beads off your cheeks. This was just what you needed to cool off for the day.

Hidan:

You were cooking breakfast in your short skirt, swinging your hips to the beat of the music. Hidan was sitting at the table waiting for the meal. He didn’t mind the wait. After all he had a whole ‘ass meal’ in front of him…

With a grin on his face, his magenta eyes followed the sashaying movements of your hips as your skirt swished to the beat of the music. He was hungry for some ass. Hidan spread his legs open as he started to shamelessly rub his dick. “Damn mama, shake that ass…” he whispered.

In his eyes, a short skirt was an invitation. One that leads to fucking. He didn’t waste any time as he walked up to you, eyeing the hemline of your skirt. “Whatchu got under there…?” He asks huskily as he reaches towards the end of your skirt.

You slowly turn back to him. “Hm?” You gasp as Hidan lifted up your skirt. His grin grew bigger at the sight of your bright red lacy thong. “Hello…”

Your cheeks flushed as you whirled around to slap Hidan across the face. His expression did not falter. “DAMN!” He laughed.

You tugged your skirt down defensively. “Hidan! What the hell is wrong with…you?” You shrink back as Hidan’s eyes darken with lust.

You widened your eyes in horror as you shook your head. “Hidan…Hidan no!” “Bring that ass over here…” Hidan growls hungrily.

In the next instant, your running away from Hidan who immediately starts chasing you. “C’MERE BITCH!” He laughs. Hidan grabs a hold of you and tosses you over his shoulder causing your skirt to flip up.

You hissed when Hidan smacked your ass which echoed in the kitchen. He walked towards the countertop.

“Hidan I’m trying to cook!” You whined. “Fuck that! I’m having that ass for breakfast!” Hidan laughed as he snapped the straps of your thong. The sounds of your cries were music to his ears.

Hidan sets you down in front of the counter. “Bend over, bitch!” He laughs as he smacks your ass again. You flinch at the touch.

As Hidan positions you against the counter, you picked up the smell of smoke. “Hidan! The stove!” You cry. “Don’t worry, Sugar, I’ll be quick,” Hidan says huskily as he peels off your panties.

Your cheeks burn as your felt your heat exposed to the air. You shivered when you felt Hidan rub his bare cock against your ass cheeks. “Damn your warm…let me get a better feel of you, gorgeous…”

You shivered as your decided to accept your fate. “Hidan at least close the door….oooh…” Hidan slid his dick into your ass as the sound of the hot stove sizzled in your ear.

Not a moment later, the sound of the smoke alarm went off as you mouth a “WOW” at the feeling of Hidan’s full length in your ass. It was truly about to get hot in here…

Deidara:

Deidara yawned as he walked through the dark base. He had awoken from a bad dream and decided to calm himself down for a midnight snack.

He made his way towards the dining room and stopped when he heard the sound of erotic moaning. Deidara saw a light from the kitchen. Someone was there.

The continued sounds of moaning piqued his curiosity. He quietly stalked towards the entryway and leaned in for a closer look.

His jaw dropped at the sight. There you were inside the kitchen clad in a sexy lacy red and black bra and panty set.

Not only that, but you were wiggling your ass against the open fridge, eyes closed as you moaned at the sensation of the cool air chilling your sweaty body.

Deidara couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was seeing. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he took in every curve of your body.

He mouthed a “WOW” as he watched you roll your hips against a large cucumber that was sticking out the fridge drawers. His dick twitched every time the cucumber poked between your ass cheeks.

Part of Deidara told him that he should have walked away and forgot what he saw…

…The rest of him reminded him that one: he was an S Class Criminal and two: he was still a man.

Another erotic moan escaped your lips, snapping Deidara out of his thoughts. His blue eyes lit up with excitement when he saw you drag the cold cucumber between your legs. It felt so cool and hard like a full and refrigerated dick.

Deidara’s lips broke into a smirk. Yeah there was no way he was gonna pass out on this particular ‘midnight snack.’

Deidara removed his bangs out of his face a bit as he pressed the button on his scope to zoom in on your breasts.

“Ooh…looks like someone’s been working up a sweat…” Deidara whispered teasingly as he watched the sweat beads roll down your breasts, only to disappear into your bra.

He let out a murmur of approval as he used his other hand to tend to his aching dick inside his boxers.

Deidara who had invented his scope to counter genjutsu, was using it to peep on you from afar. He couldn’t bring himself to feel shame about it, after all he did have a taste for the arts. Your perfect figure was no exception…

Deidara watched as you turned around to stick your head in the fridge. Your thong covered ass stuck out for what Deidara believed: for his own viewing pleasure.

He pressed the button on his scope to scan in every curve of your plump and perfect peach. “Artistically delicious…I’d love a taste…” he whispered.

“Mmm~” Deidara bit his lip as he felt the tongue in his hand begin to taste his dick from inside his boxers. He started to sweat more by the second.

Deidara watched you rummage through the fridge. “You picking out a treat, beautiful? What are we having…?” He whispered huskily as he grinded his hand tongue on his shaft.

As if you were answering his question, you pulled an orange popsicle from the fridge.

You turned back around and stuck your ass against the fridge once more before you proceed to drag the popsicle across your body. You wiggled your ass against the fridge as you did so.

Deidara’s eyes clouded with lust as he followed the swirling movements of the popsicle going down your curves. His tongue in his pants followed the same motions.

‘I wish the popsicle was me…’ he thought as he watched you rub the popsicle between your clothed pussy. “Oh wow~!” You mewled as the popsicle chilled your aching clit.

“Oh wow…” Deidara repeated in a desperate moan as his hand tongue slid across his hardening bulge that leaked out pre cum.

With enough hot strokes against your skin, your popsicle melted against your breasts. You sighed in satisfaction. “Feels good, hm?” Deidara teased as he watched the orange droplets tickle down your curves.

You then dig into the drawers of the fridge and pull out a can of whip cream. Deidara licked his dry lips like a parched puppy waiting on his next meal.

Sweat rolled down his cheek as the mouth in his hand started to suck his throbbing dick. He bit his lip hard to prevent any moans as he rolled his hips against his hand mouth.

You then took the can of whip cream and opened your panties before squirting the cold cream onto your pussy. You squealed in delight at the cold sensation of the cream chilling your pussy lips.

“Mmhm…nice and creamy…” Deidara murmured in approval. His face was burnt red as his dick throbbed painfully. He was so turned on by the display, that he leaned in towards the entryway of the kitchen for a closer look, exposing his head under the light.

You pulled on your bra and squirted the cream all over your breasts before proceeding to massage them after you dropped the can onto the floor.

You were a moaning mess as the cream cooled off your breasts. It felt so good and it was safe to say that you didn’t feel hot and sweaty anymore…unlike Deidara…

Deidara pulled his boxers down and came onto the kitchen floor as he choked. You opened your eyes at the sudden disturbance and that’s when your eyes met Deidara’s who was peeking at you from the dining room.

Cum was on the floor in front of him and he had a hand on his eye scope.

You stared at him completely mortified as you covered your cream coated body before you let out an ear splitting scream.

Deidara widened his eyes as panic filled his mind. “Shit! I-I-I’m sorry!” “GET OUTTTTTT!” You screamed as your face burns a deep red at the sight of Deidara’s cock.

Deidara got up. He stumbled back and instantly slipped on his cum before landing on his back painfully with a loud thud.

You ran out the other entryway of the kitchen, leaving Deidara alone in the room as he groaned painfully at the impact.

From that day forward, Deidara learned never to peep again…

Konan:

The two of you were relaxing on a blanket outside on a hot day. Konan was sucking a popsicle while you were laying on your back.

“I’m so hot!” You complained. Konan turned to you. She had to agree. Her orange eyes fell to your legs that were covered in sweat. Her eyes inch up your thighs a bit only to see a piece of pink lace that was peeking out from under your miniskirt.

Konan sighed. She had already seen up your skirt every chance she got. She wanted to see more…

You groaned as you sat up a bit. You pulled on your top repeatedly in hopes for cool air to come. Konan’s eyes fell to your chest. She could see a bit of your lacey pink bra.

She licked her popsicle as she pretended to taste your boobs. They were so full, lifted, and delicious.

She was jealous of the sweat beads that rolled down your twin mounds. What she wouldn’t give to have a peek.

You turned to Konan, eyeing her tongue on the popsicle. “You’ve been licking that for awhile…” Konan tilted her head in confusion. “Hm?”

Nervousness fills your mind as a naughty idea crosses. Your desperation cancels it out as you found yourself moving closer to Konan.

“Y/N what are you-?” Konan widened her eyes when she saw you lift up your top to reveal your sweaty breasts. Her cheeks flushed a deep red at the delicious sight.

“Do you think you could cool me off with your tongue?” You asked shyly. Konan couldn’t believe her ears. Her heart began to race as she watched more sweat beads dip into your cleavage.

“Please Konan! It’s so hot…” you whined desperately. In the next instant, Konan pulls you into her lap before unclipping your bra from the front.

“I’ll take good care of you…” she whispered as she watches your breasts jiggle out of your bra. “Please…” you whispered.

Konan fluttered her eyes shut as she brought her head close to your breasts. Her tongue slowly slipped out from her lips before she dragged it across your breast.

You mewled at the sensation of the cold tongue swirling against your nipple. “Konan…” you moaned. She looks up at you in a seductive gaze. “Do you like that?”

You hug her head to push it close to your breasts. “More…more…” you moaned. Konan let out a low hum as she snaked out her tongue and slithered it across your breast.

You moaned when she started sucking your nipples. Konan moaned in approval. Your boob sweat tasted so salty yet very sweet…

Konan slid her lips off your breast with a loud POP before she brought her pretty mouth to your other breast. You shuddered as the sensation of her cold lips sucking your nubs.

Even though your goal was to get cooler, your body’s temperature kept rising from the arousal, as did Konan who was also turned on from tasting your delicious boobs.

Konan sucked off the last sweat bead off your breast before pulling her lips off with a loud POP. Your eyes meet hers once again just in time for you to watch her give your breast once last sensual lick. “Wow…” you moaned breathlessly.

You lowered yourself down to Konan’s level as you wrapped your arms around your neck. “Thank you…” you whispered before you brought your lips to Konan.

You lick her lips for entrance and she easily allows you to slide into her mouth. You moaned at the summery taste of the popsicle juice in her mouth. Her cold tongue smoothed against yours to cool it down.

“Mm-!” You widened your eyes when you felt Konan bump her breasts against yours. They felt so full and firm. You eagerly rub your breasts against hers to take in the hot friction.

You felt her nipple piercings press hard against yours through the fabric of her top. You felt your clit throb from the arousal. ‘I want to feel her some more…’ you thought.

You pull away from Konan a bit as you unzipped her top. “Let me taste you…” you say. Konan smiled at you seductively. “But of course…”

Konan helped you remove her top. Her breasts bounced deliciously for your viewing pleasure. She wasn’t wearing a bra. You dove right in as you nuzzled your face against her hot breasts to kiss and suck on the cream colored mounds.

You sniffed them as you moaned. They smelt like flowers and they were as soft as marshmallows.

Konan felt herself soak through her pants as she moaned. She was in for a good time…

Itachi:

Itachi was in the living room reading a book. He glanced up from his novel to see you bent over and cleaning in front of him.

His red eyes went up your thighs. Your skirt was extremely short…

…Short enough to reveal your “hidden clouds…”

Itachi tore his eyes away from the rather sexy view. He was a gentleman…but still…that skirt was all too tempting…

He closed his eyes and activated Tsukuyomi…

Itachi was now in a void. Above him were a pair of giant legs.

He glanced up to see that it was you in your short skirt. You slowly started to lift your skirt.

This time, Itachi couldn’t bring himself to look away as his cheeks started to flush. ‘Just one peek…’ he thought. It couldn’t hurt.

Finally your skirt had been lifted entirely to reveal your bright red thong. Itachi’s eyes scanned your fully plump cheeks.

He licked his lips as you squatted down to give him a better look. “Wow…” Itachi started to sweat as he felt his erect bulge poke out of his pants.

You lowered your hips towards Itachi, allowing your ass to press firmly against his face.

Itachi was crushed between your cheeks, but he didn’t care. Your ass felt so smooth and sooo warm…

You rub your hips against Itachi, flossing his body between your cheeks. The fabric of your thong had tickled his dick stiff.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to feel shame. He couldn’t hold back his moans anymore as he continued to sweat bullets.

“What a naughty dream you’re having, Itachi…my jutsu allows me to read minds you know…” a voice echoed.

Itachi gasped. He opened his eyes which brought him back to reality to see you smirking at him.

He blushed as you giggled. The shame that once disappeared had returned. “I’m…sorry…” he said quietly.

“Don’t be…” you cooed as you teased the hem of your skirt. Itachi raised an eyebrow. You walked closer to his side and place your leg next to him as you lifted your skirt to reveal your red garter straps.

Itachi’s eyes widened as his cheeks darkened. “What are you…?” Itachi watched as you peeled off your skirt to reveal your red thong.

“If you wanted a little peek, I’m happy to give you a show~” you purr seductively. Itachi’s heart thumped wildly as you brought yourself to his lap to straddle him.

His dick twitched when you rubbed your clit on his clothed bulge. You take his hands and brought them to your breasts.

“No ones around…how’s a private dance sound, Itachi?”

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

snapshot.

summary: Deidara meets a superfan

warnings: Smut, 18+, rough sex, choking, pool sex, reader has a bit of a description, reader is complex, mentions of killing

word count: 6.9k

a/n: I had this idea shortly after conceptualizing Apprentice and while I was, like 70 or 80% done with that fic. And now we have this fucking 7k monster. I consider this to be a spiritual successor to Apprentice, maybe a oppositional series of events even? Idk, you decide lol. There are even some similar words and wordy allusions that you may catch haha. Hope you enjoy!

read on ao3 here. (recommended for extra notes)

Kisame’s wicked cackles reverberated across the cavern walls, summoned from the pit of his stomach; Deidara was sure he would pass out sooner rather than later. 

“It seems,” Pain began, eyeing the sculpture in the center of the room, “you have an admirer, Deidara.” 

Deidara’s brow twitched as a blush snuck across his face. His eyes roved over the sculpture ― the naked sculpture.

Tobi threw up his hands in laudation. “It’s so pretty! ”

Kisame laughed harder ― if it was possible. 

“I have taken it upon myself to apologize to (Y/n),” Pain continued over the cackling. “She’s one of our main contributors, after all; we would be amiss to upset her.” 

“When …” Deidara’s brow held a life of its own, “... did she send this?”

“No clue; I had Kisame retrieve it,” Pain explained. “Apparently, we sent the wrong member to entertain her.”

Kisame’s hand hugged the wall. “You’re damn right! ” 

It was as subtle a joke as could be achieved by Pain and it still wasn’t funny. Deidara’s eyes had not once left the sculpture since Pain had signaled for his attendance, saying it was of the utmost importance he appeared. One arm yawned out to the sky while the other snaked around and brushed against the meat of the breasts ― your breasts. One leg stuck out before the other, the fat of the thigh attached concealing the womanhood. 

Your womanhood. 

Both futile attempts to afford the piece some decency. Futile, Deidara guessed, was the point. It was coquetry. A shameless attempt at flirtation on your part. 

And just in case Deidara was too dense to get the message, you’d taken it upon yourself to leave him one, attached to the foot of the sculpture’s dais:

Hello! Please deliver to Deidara. Thank you.  

It even had a smiley face after the period.

Deidara balled his fist. 

What. The. Fuck.

“(Y/n) must be an incredibly beautiful woman!” Tobi admired the piece with fascination, a sparkling heart encasing his eyehole. “Look at the face, and the hips, and the feet ― ”

“Tobi!” Deidara was beet red. “Shut the hell up!” 

“Deidara,” Pain spoke again, unfazed by the cacophony. “I’m sure you’ll be undertaking a journey west? Since (Y/n) has clearly requested you specifically.”

Deidara’s eyes yo-yoed between their leader and the monstrosity of the naked sculpture. He debated it. Of course, all while fantasizing about shoving explosives down the laughing fishman’s throat and turning him into a pile of sardines. 

Tobi can taste one himself, while I’m at it.  

“What?” Irritation bit Deidara’s tone. “We’re fucking prostitutes now?” 

Pain raised holographic brows. “If it ensures peace, then yes.”

Deidara’s mouth dropped. The audacity of it all. How much was he expected to take? 

“We’re waiting, Deidara.”

A pause. He was no fool. This wasn’t a request, it was an expectation. 

“Fine,” Deidara sighed irritably. “I’ll go, all right?”

“You better,” Kisame said, at last recovering from his fit. “Better get those high heels out and start walking the streets, too!”

Deidara was ready to draw blood ― 

“No need to be crude, Kisame,” Pain’s backdropped against another fit of raucous laughter. 

Says the man who puts a naked STATUE in the room.

“ Honestly, ” Kakuzu spat. “Do the rest of us have to be here for this?” 

“I second that!” Hidan said with relief, “Finally, something we can agree on. ”

“Of course,” Pain said. “You were here in the event Deidara tried to refuse.”

Deidara ignored them all. He gave the sculpture one more scan before swallowing dry and awaiting the end of the call. He could not believe your gall. You were so … brazen . A simple love letter couldn’t have sufficed? No? A naked ― What the fuck was the matter with you?

Still, he was … intrigued. Curiosity was a hooking finger, beckoning him forth. Was that really … your body? Your lips? Your thighs? Your …

Deidara swallowed dry again, his tongue sticking to the top of his palate.

He’d go to the village and put an end to your games. 

And maybe …

He wouldn’t let himself go there ― even if his treacherous mind was wandering already.

<<<>>>

You sat in your museum of sculptures, head tilted up against the gods you had crafted.

The door creaked open.

“I just received Pain’s crow,” your assistant’s voice rang. “Deidara should arrive in another day or so.” 

Stars were in your eyes but you kept your back to her. “Great!”

Your grand plan relied on whether or not Pain, mysterious leader of the Akatsuki, was morally bankrupt enough to hoe out his members. At any point you could’ve been rejected with your sculpture returned swiftly to you. But it worked. You were thrilled. The first part of the plan had succeeded. 

You were going to see him again.

Your assistant’s footsteps tapped repeatedly over the polish floors upon which you now sat. 

“Hmm.” Doubt deflated some of your enthusiasm. “Do you think it was effective enough? You know, for him?”

Your assistant huffed incredulously. “What? Just because Deidara’s a shinobi means he’s immune to pussy? C’mon. You’re not one of those types that thinks all shinobi are noble and stone-faced, are you, (Y/n)-sama?”

  As if. You guffawed. Nobility wasn’t the issue; hundreds of people scoured the red light districts for carnal game. You told your assistant as such. 

“At least seventy percent are shinobi searching for quick thrills,” You joked. “If my math’s correct, anyway. It could be higher. And I know any one of them would be more than happy if a girl simply threw herself at them without need for reimbursement. But still …” You trailed, gaze tailing down the hardened clay of a kimono-garbed sculpture. “I only wondered. It’s been a long time since … I don’t know how dedicated he is to his little terrorist group, is all. He might not be as amused.”

“You answered your own question, ma’am,” your assistant said. “And even if he wasn’t a shinobi, he’s a man. It’ll go down without a hitch! You worry too much.”

You nodded. She was right: despite the years, you wanted to speak to Deidara in his language. Art. How could he resist such an enticement? How could any man, but especially Deidara, due to the manner in which you had sent your little gift. “Okay. Part one of the plan: Complete!”

“What’s the rest of the plan exactly?” You heard the pat, pat, pat and knew from your many years with your assistant that she was thumping her clipboard against her head. “Dinner? Walk on the beach? Or just … Fucking?”

Your smile was evil. “Yes.” 

You held Deidara in your mind’s palm. Blonde hair, gorgeous face .. . One of the most admired artists in Iwakagure ― no, the most. For  could rival Deidara? Even your knees wobbled in the face of his raw talent, even years later. He was still revered in the art community. Of course, his name grew to possess more notoriety than reverence when he started blowing up things ― and people. But, hey everyone was flawed. 

It was only when he went rogue and abandoned the village did you start your own search for him. Years passed and then … reports of a long-haired, blonde shinobi with profound arsonry acuity. Rogue. Affinity for birds.

Bingo. 

Your giggle was shamelessly girlish. “I’d love to woo him.”

Your assistant chuckled. “Aaand you’re not the slightest bit afraid of him? I mean, with all respect, (Y/n)-sama, he’s a criminal. He’s an arsonist. ” 

You licked your lips. “Love me a bad boy.”

“Right,” she said with a chuckle. “Forget I said anything.” 

“I will. Now, let’s get ready.”

<<<>>>

“We’re going to see the girl with the pretty feet, aren’t we, Senpai?” 

“I told you to shut your mouth, Tobi.” 

Deidara’s taller partner buoyed from foot to foot as he tailed behind. Deidara didn’t want to think about your body ― your incredibly artful body, artful in more ways than one … 

The sun crept from the sky as it vivified the color of peachskin. Deidara’s eyes darted hither-thither, collecting information. It was all he could do to not summon one of his explosive birds and fly over this entire, forgotten village. The urge to set it ablaze and go home was immense. A part of him had wanted to make such an entrance, but prudency would never allow it. 

Nor would Leader.

Deidara turned back to Tobi just in time to see him pose, a hand visoring his visible eye while the other landed on his hip. 

“Leader said the pretty naked lady would have someone waiting for us,” Tobi said. 

“Hm,” Deidara said. It was true; they would wait for someone to escort them to you. Until then, they remained lost in one of the village’s districts. The streets were alive with noise and peopled with busy folk. Deidara could tell the amount of businesses actually open were sparse.  Pain had called you one of their main contributors … She must be a big wig to have people doing her dirty work for her. Just who were you? And how were you so familiar with him to send such a thing to the Akatsuki headquarters? 

And if you were so rich, why did you squalor in the dirt with the likes of those in this village?

Thoughts bubbled in the back of Deidara’s mind― 

“Hey …!” 

Outside of a food stall a woman eyed them, holding a curtain back with manicured nails.

Bingo . 

“Tobi,” Deidara gestured. “C’mon.” 

“Okay, senpai!” 

Deidara neared the food stall.

The woman ticked her head to the side with a smile. “Enjoy your gift?”

Pink colored Deidara’s cheeks.

“So, you’re escorting us, right?”

The woman backed away to admit them into the food stall, where the people inside, dining on bowls of ramen and mackerel were too engrossed in their meals to notice the cloaked men enter. 

“You got me,” she winked. “C’mon.”

The woman led them behind the bar, where they slinked through the backdoor into the alley. 

“Don’t need anyone asking questions about the cloaks,” she reasoned. “Surprised you didn’t think of that, Oh Great Deidara of Iwakagure.”

“Of course I did!” Deidara said. “I look stupid to you?”

“No,” the woman’s eyes roamed on Deidara now. “You look cute . My mistress really didn’t lie …” 

Deidara averted his gaze as the woman snickered. Tobi gawked. 

“Does lady think Tobi’s cute, too?” 

“Uh,” she blinked. “Sure.” 

Tobi twirled with a squeal. Deidara rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever,” Deidara said. “Just take us to meet her, all right?”

“Sure …” the woman said. 

They traveled through as street lights blared to life, the sky a bruising purple as evening descended.

“I only wanted us in there to help us blend in a bit,” she guided them through the streets. “I hope it wasn’t too troublesome getting here.” 

“We can care for ourselves,” Deidara said, prickly. 

“You don’t have to be so defensive,” the woman said. “I’m just making conversation.”

“I said don’t worry about it,” Deidara snapped. “So … who is this woman? This mistress of yours?” 

“I’m one of her many assistants, yeah,” the woman said, leading them down a dark street, made darker by the light of day dying faster. “I started working for her years ago. I was so amazed by her art and so intimidated by her talent, I didn’t think she’d accept me. But, surprise surprise.”

“Yeah? So how she so rich? She sell her art?”

“Exactly! People come from all over the world to see her exhibits. She brings so much tourism to this ragtag village. She doesn’t even keep her wealth to herself; she donates so much. She should be much richer than she is! She’s a saint, really.”

So she donates to the Akatsuki, the deadpan of the thought laid flat in his mind. Deidara was silent, tailing shortly behind her. Some saint.

“You called me Deidara of Iwakagure.”

“ … Yes, I suppose I did.”

“So … Your mistress … she knows where I’m from.”

The woman was silent now as she led Deidara and Tobi down street steps to a quieter street, nearly bereft of people beside the occasional deadbeat smoker. 

“She from there, too?” 

Deidara went unanswered. 

Hm, so I’m on to something, Deidara noticed the buildings growing taller, treeing up as the raucous of the village slipped away. They traveled further south. Maybe Pain’s got this wrong; maybe this girl’s a fucking black widow and wants revenge on me for something. Figures, he’s sure he’s broken a few hearts in the past he’d long since forgotten about. But then … Why would she donate so much money to our organization? She clearly believes in it.

“We’re here,” the woman-assistant said.

Deidara raised his head ― and kept raising it. 

Shit . 

The mansion was immaculate, easily the tallest of all of its sisters. Its main building was flanked by towers with onioned tips and was encased in a giant garden, all of it shielded by a surrounding wall. 

Deidara stared, bug-eyed.

The doors to the gate’s entrance burst open and a gaggle of girls filed through. 

“They’re here ―!” 

“Ooh~! there’s two of ‘em!” 

“Mistress will be so pleased!” 

Girls stood star-eyed at Deidara while more hugged themselves to Tobi’s arms. 

“Tobi likes pretty girls!”

“We’ll entertain the other one,” the woman-assistant said with a wink. “You just follow us.”

The woman-assistant led them in where the cult of girls drove Tobi away laughing and giggling. 

“This way,” the woman said. 

Deidara followed her, looking around. From the inside, the mansion opened up like some grand palace from myth, folkloric and mysterious. Columns shouldered the brunt of a ceiling that raised into the darkness. The floors were illustrated scenes from what Deidara recognized as actual myths. Valiant samurais rescued princesses with flaring kimonos, dragons ribboned down hallways. The scenes on the walls diverged from the ones of nobility beneath them, were lavish with depictions of wild courtesans and … 

Deidara blushed. 

Begrudgingly, he had to admit you did have taste; the art was a lot, but wove together into one cohesive masterpiece. The hallways the assistant led him down were flanked by vases winking with sheen and overflowed with bell flowers, roses, sunflowers. The hallway widened into a foyer. Something winked in Deidara’s peripheral and when he looked upward saw that the ceiling domed into a orb of glass, giving way to the first few blink of stars. 

He had entered the lion’s den for sure.

“ Deidara … ” 

The sirenic voice compelled his head to a foyer alcove where a figure shrouded the threshold. 

His eyes widened. 

(E/c) eyes glittered at him. Long legs supported swaying hips. Elegant cleavage sinking into a familiar mound of breasts. Delicate hands, hickey-worthy neck … 

And lovely ― and lovely … 

Inwardly, he sighed, defeated.

Feet.  

The naked sculpture colored Deidara’s memory. 

“Deidara!” You parroted in awe. Your expression shifted as you came to smolder at him. “In the flesh. And just in time for dinner.”

Your kimono waterfalled as you left the alcove. Deidara gulped, speechless as you sauntered to him.

“It ―” Deidara’s cheeks grew hot. “It really is you …” 

“It really is me …” 

Your woman-assistant's eyes tennis-balled between you and Deidara before bowing respectfully. “I’ll give you two some privacy.” 

She hurried away down a different alcove. 

Deidara shook his head in a desperate attempt to reclaim his senses. Fucking hell, Dei, get a grip.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I ―”

“I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” You began to turn, “Let me show you ―”

“Wait, I think we should discuss monetary terms first,” Deidara said in a futile attempt to hold some ground over the woman. 

“Hm?” You blinked. “Didn’t your leader explain things to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The money comes after the evening,” you winked at him. “Of course.” 

Pain, you fucking ― 

“Deidara …” You revered, pulling the sleeve of your kimono back over your shoulder. “Before dinner, I would love for you to see the rest of my work.” 

“Your,” Deidara deadpanned, blinking, “work?”

“Yes,” You smirked at him. “You enjoyed the piece I already had you review, I presume?” 

Deidara fought to keep things on the issue at hand, but his eyes grew preoccupied with the twinkle in yours. The sky above the two of you had plunged into a chief darkness. Candles flared to life to douse the hall in tangerine light. 

Deidara turned a blind eye to it. “Your assistant called me Deidara of Iwakagure.” 

You eyed him. “Did she …?” you said coyly. “I’m glad she didn’t try and call you anything else; she’s got a mouth on her.”

“How do you know me?” 

You shied away. Your head dipped. Deidara tried to ignore the cuteness of it all. 

Focus, damnit.

“I’m guessing you’re from Iwagakure, too?” Deidara pressed. “What are you playing at?” 

You took your time. “Yeah, Deidara, we have a village in common.” You began to walk, crossing the columns to circle him. “Do you remember the underground competitions that used to be held there?” 

“Hm,” Deidara recalled and relished in the ego trip it afforded him. Dark rooms. Rowdy spectators circled around art pieces under makeshift stage lights like cavemen around fire. It was before he left the Iwagakure, when he was still itching to engage in the village’s indie art scene before growing bored of the whole thing. “I won most of them.” 

“I used to show up early and wait for you to showcase your things,” You glazed with memory. “You were always my favorite.” 

Deidara smirked. “Hm, naturally. So you’re, what, some kind of superfan Not like I’m surprised, but …”

You thread past a column to scoop up a candle holder. 

“You could say that,” you said. I have something to show you, if you follow me.”

He obliged, curiosity hooking him with a second finger. Candle flame lit like thin clovers to ward off the darkness. The flames illuminated the sway of your hips as he trailed. The sleeve of your kimono slipped past your shoulder again, revealing the skin of your neck and shoulder pad to him …

Why am I even noticing? 

You brought him to a room hidden behind a set of rectangular doors.

“This is where I keep them.” 

You pushed the doors open with a strength Deidara wouldn’t have expected. 

Deidara entered ― and stopped.

It was a museum of art; animal pieces blazed his vision; exotic birds in flight, elegant cranes, all shaded and hued with masterful care and, if Deidara hadn’t been who he was, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize them as pieces done with clay. There were apricot-colored foxes, a dragon head amongst a dragon bust. Deidara recognized a few self sculptures in the forest of pieces. Obscure structures too abstract to be assigned to names dotted space, esoteric symbols eluding even him …

“You inspired me to create my own art,” You explained as he gawked. You inched to him and brazenly took his hand in yours.

Deidara jumped from the sudden contact and found your pretty face in the dim light. Stop … stop. A part of him wanted to summon a tongue to taste the salt on your palm. 

“It’s how I’ve made my money,” you continued as you tugged him along the aisles of work like an excited child.

“So you’re that kind of fan,” Deidara said as he recovered. And, what do you want from me?” he chuckled in disbelief, “My critique?”

“Of course.” 

He wasn’t expecting an honest answer forthright. Sincerely, he roved eyes over your work. 

“Hm, well …” he approached one, taking inventory of it head to foot. “Give me the candle.”

You obeyed.

“You’ve got a great understanding of color, I’ll give you that,” Deidara examined. “Painting can be messy, especially on clay ― and honestly so many artists use colors so … bluntly; it makes the whole thing come off as garish.”

“I’ve noticed.”

He laughed at that. “Hm! … You’ve got a great eye. And I don’t hand out compliments easily.” He raised the candle to illuminate another sculpture. “How long did this one take you?” 

“Five weeks,” You answered before chuckling somewhere behind him. “It’s funny, I sketched and re-sketched this one so many times, it was technically seven weeks.”

“A perfectionist. I like that.” 

Deidara found himself smiling. Rarely did he get to talk to someone about art or its many processes. Deidara thought of Sasori and was touched with a tinge of respect for his fallen partner. But, of course, they’re philosophies so often chafed against one another. But you … An image of him helping you craft one of your pieces came to his mind: his hands guiding yours over unsophisticated clay, paint dashing your collarbone, maybe on your lips … 

“Deidara …?”

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts, only for him to realize you were now in front of him. 

“We could talk about this more over dinner.” 

Your hands grazed his forearms and for some reason he didn’t pull away. The alluring scent of your perfume flirted up his nose. 

Deidara’s cock twitched; he kicked himself inwardly. What was he? A fucking teenage boy? He had half of a mind to shove you away, end this … whatever this was.

But none of that happened. Instead, he agreed. And, taking his hand again with fingers threaded through his, you led him out of your museum. 

<<<>>>

You let him to the roof of one of your buildings, where moonlight bestowed diamonds over the still waters of your pool and the dinner table waited, illuminated by more candles. 

“You’re a real hot shot now, aren’t you?” Deidara said.

You blushed as he surveyed dinner. “Is it too much?” 

“Nah, if anything it’s just the artist in you dying to come out,” he shrugged. “I respect that.”

You moved to take a seat, Deidara following you. He stopped you, pulling out the chair for you. 

You sank to your chair with a mixture of surprise and thrill. “What a gentleman. ”

“Just showing my respect, is all.” 

You snapped your fingers and two waiters appeared to kneel before you, plates of food in hand. 

Deidara did a double-take. “Wow.”

The waiters displayed the food and took their leave. His favorite: bakudan.

“You think of everything, don’t you?” Deidara said.

“Yeah.”

“Hm …” he could not pretend as though he was not impressed, but he could try as he took his seat.

He remembered the art shows in Iwagakure. You were always there? Did he ever see you? Even if he had, you would’ve been little more than a nobody to him, another sycophant he rightfully deserved amongst a herd of fawns and nothing more. You’re telling me all that time … I had a groupie groupie?

“Hey,” he said. “Remember when you said you used to attend my showcases.”

You lowered your fork to raise your brows. “I remember ten minutes ago, yeah.”

Deidara’s own brow twitched. Cheeky cunt . Then kicked himself; he didn’t want to think about your cunt. He watched your tongue swipe your plump lower lip ― then kicked himself again. 

“Why didn’t you ever try to talk to me?” Deidara asked. “I mean,” he leaned back in his chair, dangling his fork, “not like I needed any encouragement, even back then, but what gives? If you were such a fan ―”

“I was shy, back then …” You said. You toyed with your food. You had turned bashful, like a schoolgirl. “Still am, to be honest.”

He scoffed. “Hm! Says the woman who sends naked sculptures of herself to people.” 

You waved your fork. “What can I say? You bring out the wild girl in me,” The glint in your eye turned seductive. “Always have …”

Deidara gulped. What did that mean? You play with yourself with me in mind? Is that it?

Thinking that was another mistake;  images of you sieved into his mind. Sweet, feminine hands sinking in between the softness of your thighs, fingers grazing your wet lips to ... 

What did you smell like? Did you smell as good there as you did everywhere else? 

He shook his head. Fuck . 

“So you’re telling me,” Deidara said just to say something, “you have absolutely no issue with what I do.” 

“I don’t know,” You coquetted. “What do you do?”

“Don’t play coy . You contacted Akatsuki. You know damn well what I mean.” 

You were silent. 

“Killing people,” Deidara said. “Blowing them to smithereens. Kidnapping. The gods know what else. You’re cool with all that?”

Your manicured hand wrapped around your wine glass. You raised it, but before bringing it to your lips: 

“Birds of a feather.” 

You drank. 

What? 

“Come again?” 

You smacked your lips. “You’re not the only one who’s killed a few.” 

A pause. You set aside your drink before challenging his gaze. 

“Care to elaborate?” he asked. 

“I had an assistant once,” you began. “She told me she was desperate for a job, but you wouldn’t know by the run of her mouth. She complained, took off without warning. But then it turned out she had sticky fingers; she tried to steal one of my pieces. I’d had enough.” You leaned over the table as though you feared Deidara wouldn’t hear. “So I killed her. Used her for my piece after the last.”

“And,” Deidara swallowed, “your current girl …”

“You’ve already met her,” you said. “She’s mouthy, too ― but not to me.” 

You had killed, not only that ― encased a girl inside your work. She had wanted your art, and she had gotten her wish. 

“That’s …” Deidara trailed. “... Amazing.”

You smiled. “So, you see, I have no problem with what you do. Who am I to judge, am I right?” 

“Do the villagers judge you?”

“This village has seen enough strife for a lifetime,” You said. “I don’t think they’d mind learning about indiscretion ― especially if they knew why I killed her.”

Deidara raised an eyebrow. “So you donate bundles of cash to clear your conscience?”

“My conscience is clear,” You said. “People shouldn’t have to suffer any more than they already do. I want this village to prospect. I donate because I want to.” You popped a piece of food into your mouth. “You never answered me, by the way.”

“About what?” 

“The sculpture,” Your eyes narrowed with coquetry again, a glint especially bright and beautiful in your eye with aid from the moonlight. “Did you like it?” 

Deidara’s heart beat especially loud in his ears ― and this time he didn’t kick himself for it. 

“... Yeah,” he relented. “Yeah, I liked it.” 

“And it’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of your work, Deidara,” You raised to leave your seat. “Why don’t you show me something?” 

Deidara’s eyes widened. Far was he ever from an opportunity to flex his brilliance, especially on someone so appreciative ― so 

deserving. 

“Sure!”

Enthusiasm straightened your shoulders. “Really? I mean, If you need ―”

“I don’t need anything,” he said, waving you away. “Just stand back!” 

You obeyed, eyes bright from the contagion of his excitement. So aptly memorized did he have the hand signs, Deidara didn’t care to glance at them. Instead, he watched you try to futilely follow his movements. 

<<<>>>

Clay spilled like milk from mouths on Deidara’s hands to form into creatures before your eyes ― you blinked furiously and each time you did another creature was born; small dragons, spherical creatures with eyes, birds, and one, growing piece of clay, raising meters above the ground. It looked like a snowman to you but, knowing Deidara, it was leagues more dangerous. 

You stepped back, overwhelmed by the breadth of Deidara’s creation, Deidara’s artistry . 

One of Deidara’s clay birds flapped its wings, swerved in the air and landed gracefully on the cliff of your shoulder. 

“So,” Deidara’s smirk brightened his face and sent a throb to your nether regions, “what do you think?” 

What do I think? You pet the bird’s clay-made wing. What do I think?  

You took a step. The roof crowded with his creatures to dab white ivory among the encroaching night. 

Surely, it helped being a ninja; Deidara possessed powers you could only dream of understanding. Still. Your mouth hung agape at the amount of things he could spring alive from the literal palms of his hand. Your eyes followed up at his bigger piece, more of a monument to you than a mound of clay. 

He’s a god. A god among men. A god of art.

“Hm!” 

Poof.

You startled. Some of the pieces began disappearing. They left the roof choking with smoke until only his large, snowman-like piece remained. 

“I see you’ve been stunned into silence by my art,” Deidara said. 

You didn’t reply, only began to step forward. 

“Hm!” Deidara looked away, crossed his arms. “It’s only natural, after all, to have your breath taken away by my artiste.” 

Another step. Another. 

“I’m sure our leader didn’t even tell you what I’m capable of.”

Another. 

“It’s a good thing, too ―” 

You were running now. 

“It would’ve spoiled the surprise ―” 

You pounced on Deidara. He cried out but you barely heard it as the force propelled you both backward, falling hard and fast into the swimming pool. 

<<<>>>

Bubbles spilled from Deidara’s mouth. He could feel your hands on him, somewhere, everywhere ― 

He looked to the surface of the water and swam toward it. He could not feel your hands anymore.

He came up for air, looking around for you. 

“(Y/n)!” 

Then you emerged ― but he had no time to register it as your arms came around him. You pulled him down toward you, your lips crashing into his in a wet kiss. 

“Mm …!” 

Your tongue ran over the hard shell of his palate. Your hands held his cheeks. Your legs hooked around his waist to trap him between your thighs.

“That was ― mm ― the most ― mm ― amazing thing I’ve ever ― mm! ― seen!”

Deidara’s hands found you ― and immediately met skin; your kimono, having not been able to withstand the pull of the water, slid dangerously past your shoulders, the folds opened wide so he could feel the full cushion of your breasts against him. 

Oh, fuck.

Just as he began to play with your tongue, you broke away.

You faced him with heavy-lidded eyes, drops of water falling from your abused lips. 

“Let me make good on my promises to Pain,” Your hands hooked behind his neck. 

“Wha ― what?”

“Fuck me, Deidara,” Your voice was thick with lust. “I told him the quantity of my donation was completely dependent on how hard you fucked me. It would be an honor to be fucked by such an amazing artist!” 

That sent something to his dick. 

The surprise dissipated. He smirked. “Really …? Is that so …” 

He gripped your throat and hoisted you above him. He heard you gasp and tightened his grip, feeling the twitch of his cock in response to the  victimized sound. 

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“ Oh … ” You whimpered. Your head fell back as Deidara’s hand served as a brace. 

He reached downward and tugged at the wet bow of your kimono. He yanked it and reveled in it coming apart to reveal the rest of you.

“ Beg. For me .”

Everything you did and had done was a plea for him, he admitted, but the idea of you begging vocally made him painfully hard. His eyes drank in your naked form still half submerged in the water. Wet tits in his face. A droplet of water fell away from a nipple. 

“Please …” came your breathless voice. “Please, fuck me ― oh … ” 

He thumbed at the tempting nipple, pert and so responsive to his touch. 

“ Nothing underneath, ” he feigned chastisement, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Fucking slut .” 

He tightened his grip twofold and was pleasantly surprised with the moan you rewarded him with. The strict fit of his pants was becoming too much to bear. You jerked in his hold, tits jiggling in his face. 

“ Please, fuck me, Deidara!” 

Satisfied, He set you down and watched you bounce in the water before yanking you forward. He pressed his mouth against yours once again. You reached for him to no avail; he spun you, your back now pressed hard against the side of the pool. He released your mouth to dabble kisses at your neck, biting at pieces of skin. 

“ Fuck …!” You arched and Deidara fell into the dip of your curve.

You gripped his hand to bring it to your face. He stopped kissing you to look at what you had in mind, his tongue still present at his palm. 

Your lips traced his palm and began to kiss the tongue there. 

“Mmm …”

Deidara laughed as you tongue-kissed his hand. “You really are a fucking weirdo, aren’t you?”

The tongue slithered over your own. You released a moan and closed your mouth over the tongue, a flushed red tainting your cheeks. Your hand pressed behind the back of his hand, forcing it to deepen the kiss, to nibble at his tongue. Deidara hitched a breath. You sucked it further into your mouth. 

“ Ah ― y … you wanna suck on something so badly …” Deidara murmured. “MaybeI should give you something more legit, hm …”

You mewled in approval. His tongue retreated from your mouth and he felt a twinge of triumph when you gasped for air. He approached you. A hand ghosted over your neck before ramming you hard against the wall of the pool, the force with which he’d done it so hard he was sure its cement edge imprinted on your upper back. With his other hand he tugged his trousers down. 

You met his eyes.

“Take a deep breath.” 

And he plunged you into the water.

He looked down, watched the water dance as your squiggly reflection gripped his cock and fit it into your mouth. 

Deidara groaned. His head fell back as you hollowed your cheeks and took him in. The water did nothing to stall your mouth; you bobbed your head, stroking what couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

Deidara steadied himself with a hand at the pool’s edge, entranced by how your tongue rolled back to lick his head each time you pulled away, only to take him deep into the back of your throat when pulling in ― 

“ Nargh …! ” 

A hand palmed at his balls while another tightened around his cock. Deidara reached for your head in the water to thread fingers into your head and force you harder onto his cock. 

“ Aah … shit! ” He wanted you to choke on it. He wanted to own your mouth. 

And apparently you wanted that, too; you popped him from your mouth a few times. You hadn’t come up for air once since he’d submerged you, his cock now your only business. He yanked your head up. He forced a kiss, the taste of himself in your mouth driving him mad.

“Enjoying dinner, I see, hm, hah …” he quipped, eyes heavy on your hand still stroking his cock. “What a pro. ” 

“Only for you, Deidara-senpai. ”

You hand abandoned his cock and you licked him off your palm. Without his help you went under, fitting his cock in your mouth a second time. Deidara kept your hair from your mouth as you sucked him. His cockhead hit the back of your throat and, oh , you didn’t choke, only took more, more. Greedy cunt. 

He imagined you practicing this for him, only for him, your senpai. Your mouth hungering for what wasn’t truly there. Deidara squeezed eyes shut; close, close. You were sucking his cock as though his was the only one in the world, worshiping with your mouth and tongue. He imagined your lungs desperate for air, screaming for them, yet your mouth too transfixed to care. 

A fucking servant for him, obedient to his cock. 

Deidara’s cock twitched. His groan was low and rumbling as he spilled his seed into your willing mouth. You sucked hard, jerked him into your mouth. Your mouth slicked with his cum and grew impossibly warm. Saliva and his own seed coated his cock. 

“Aaah-ha- ahh …! ” 

He scalped you as he emptied into your mouth, cum guzzling down your throat.

At last, you popped him from your mouth and emerged before him, mouth and lips thoroughly abused.

Deidara’s gaze cast down on you. He caught his breath in the seconds absent of words. 

“I could use a girl like you,” Deidara exhaled. 

You popped your lips, eyes dreamy and narrow. “I think you just did,”

“Hm! An apprenticeship, then?”

You recovered immediately. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 

He smirked at his own prospect and pulled you to him. “C’mere.”

He emerged from the pool before helping you follow suit. He removed his black fishnet shirt and flung it away. He drank you in. Naked, in the flesh ― and wet, right when he thought you couldn’t be improved upon.

You settled atop the dinner table and waited for him. Deidara came to you.

“Spread those legs.” 

 You acquiesced. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy, glistening cunt.

“You wouldn’t be my first,” You said, “but you’ll be my last.”

He slotted into the space you afforded him. He caressed your vulva before giving it a firm slap. You yelped and his lip upturned at the sound. He slid a finger between your folds, encouraged by your appreciative mewls. 

He gripped the fat of your cheeks and forced you to look at him and not his adventurous fingers. 

“Your best. ” 

You hooked your legs behind him as he geared his cock grazed your folds ― 

And thought he might cum just from the sound of your drawn out moan when he slid inside you. 

He bucked from instinct, the firm grip of your twat clouding his senses. Again he went for your throat, the appendage becoming its permanent resting place. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Deidara breathed out, thrusting hard. “Leader’s gonna get his fucking money’s worth …” 

Hands gripped his wrists tight as he began to fuck you, the table wobbling slightly underneath your mewling body. 

“Yes …! Ye―Yes, oh!” You clung to him, Deidara’s hands upholding you. “ Fuc ― oh, Yes! I owe Pain my life ― oh! ” 

He released your throat just to bite at it. He sunk his teeth into your skin while his hands committed to making scarlet red prints against your ass.

“ Fuck, you’re ―” Deidara stammered. The feel of your cunt swallowing him was too much. He recalled Kisame’s threat to fuck you himself. Not on your life, sharkman . And he felt himself thrust hard just to affirm you were his. He’d set the entire world ablaze before anyone else could experience the wonderful grip of your cunt. “You’re mine. ”

You tugged him to your lips again and kissed him. A moan from you vibrated against his lips. He reached downward to tease your clit and your legs trembled at his sides.

“ Fuck, Deida ―” You flung your head back. “ I’m ― ”

He knocked you onto the table and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He began to pound you, relishing in the bounce of your tits. Plates fell to the floor and shattered as he wrecked your cunt. 

He choked you again, sure there would be a greater hand-shaped bruise once he was through. He flicked your clit, thumbed it. Your scream rumbled under his grip as his balls slapped your ass. 

Your moans grew shrill, and you clenched ―

“ Fuck …! ” Deidara lost himself in your tight cunt. He slapped your clit, grip dangerously tight at your neck―

“Yes, please!” You called out as you came, “Dei― Deidara!”

Spurts of cum left his cock and sucked into your cunt. You convulsed and convulsed. You showed him the whites of your eyes as you came. Deidara held you to him by your thighs. A few more weak thrusts and he gave out on top of you, his chin hiding in the crook of your shoulder.

A few moments passed. Deidara raised his head, caught you over the corner of his eye. “So … everything you wanted?”

“And more, ” You sang.

He maneuvered to place a kiss at the heart of your collarbone, still so fascinated with it. He removed himself from you before assisting you as best as he could. 

“Did you mean it?” You inquired after a few moments more.

“Hm?” 

“About me being your apprentice?” 

“... Hm,” Deidara shrugged. “Well, I’ll have to check my schedule. But, if it all adds up, I wouldn’t mind having you by my side.” 

You squealed, engulfed him in a hug. 

“Ah, ah!” Deidara fought you off. “Okay, okay, whatever!”

“Oh, I’m so excited! ” You bounced. “So, so ― wait!” 

You pulled back, smirked up at him.

“I almost forgot,” You said. “Your payment … ”

<<<>>>

“Two million yen,” Pain said. “All in a single donation ― our highest to date. I assume it went well?” 

“Hm!” Deidara said. “Very!”

“And Miss (Y/n) tells me she’ll be requesting you monthly from now on,” Pain continued. “Each time with the same donation or higher.” 

“Are you telling me Deidara’s dick is going to fund all our expeditions from now on?” Kisame mocked. 

“And the rest of our lives,” Kakuzu’s voice tipped in interest, “if this goes on …”

“Don’t get any ideas, Kakuzu!” Hidan barked. “We’re not whoring ourselves out.”

“Shut up,” Kakuzu bit back. “I’ve never even thought about it. Unless …”

“What girl would wanna fuck you? ” 

“A satisfied and wealthy client means less worry over how we secure our money,” Pain said, ignoring the bickering, “so, in a manner of speaking, yes. Deidara will aid in contributions― as we all should.” 

“Well, then, we’re all set!” Deidara said. 

“There’s just one thing that irks me about this whole endeavor,” Pain said. “... Where is Tobi?” 

“...”

“... He didn’t come back with you, did he?” 

“... No.”

“...” 

Pain sighed.

“... Go back and get him, Deidara.”

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Knead

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Characters: Deidara (Naruto) X Fem! Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.39k

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

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

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

Late again.

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

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

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

You knocked on the door and said,

“Dei? I’m coming in.”

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara walks over to you, pushing up his glasses.

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

“How can I make it up to you?”

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

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

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

He was thinking the same thing.

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

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

Welp, now you’ve done it.

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

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

“Careful what you ask for darling~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He started this and you were going to finish it.

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

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

“Alright dear, message received.” He agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Dei.” You whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara playfully rolls his eyes.

“That’s my muse for you.”

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Deidara NSFW Alphabet

Deidara x fem!reader || minors dni || 18+ ⚠️

This is my first time doing one of these alphabets, and lemme tell you, I struggled with it! Anyway, I fell in love with this adorable bastard, and couldn’t resist writing one for him.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Post-orgasm Deidara is extremely relaxed, drowsily murmuring about art ideas, and ends up falling asleep curled up with his head nuzzling the crook of your neck, or against your breasts. He always drapes an arm around your waist, and tangles his foot in your legs, as if he’s afraid to lose you in his sleep. He always sleeps deeply afterwards, a slight snore coming from him as his toned chest rises and falls rhythmically, and you enjoy the blissful, quiet moment taking in his soft features beneath his long hair as you drift into your own deep sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Deidara is particularly fond of his long, blonde hair. He loves the way you absentmindedly play with it when the two of you spend time together, and the way you pull on it as he’s going down on you.

As far as your body, he goes crazy for the small of your back and your hipbones, the spaces on your skin that peek out over the top of your pants. He loves when you lay on your stomach and lean on your elbows while studying a book, because it gives him the chance to lean over you, his long hair cascading over your curves, as his fingers gently grip your waist and his lips plant soft, tempestuous kisses along your back. Nothing gets him more excited than when you finally give in to your instincts and curve your back against him. He knows he’s got you riled up, and you laugh quietly as you feel his lips grin against your back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There’s nothing Deidara loves more than to pull out of you at the last second and finish on your back, stomach, face, pretty much anywhere as long as it’s on you. He says it’s the purest form of art, the expression of the passion ignited between the two of you, his artistic expression of devotion to you. Additionally, Deidara loves making you come on his fingers and tongue. He loves gazing up at you as he plunges his tongue deep within you, fingers expertly stroking your needy clit, feeling your tight walls clench around him, your sweet release flowing and flooding his senses.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Deidara really, really loves showing you off. He thought you were the finest form of art, and he took more than a little satisfaction showing you off. He wanted the jealous stares of both men and woman as they can’t keep their eyes off of you. He’d never tell you this, because he didn’t want you to think he viewed you as an object, but he really enjoyed the stroke to his ego knowing he had someone as beautiful as you at his side.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

What Deidara lacked in experience when you two first met, he more than made up for in confidence and natural charisma. Due to his artistic eye, he focuses on what makes drives you wild, and with the finesse of his skilled fingers (and much to your particular delight, the mouths in his hands), he soon had you coming undone time and time again.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Deidara loves any pose that lets him have control, whether it’s doggy style with his fingers wrapped in your hair or around your neck, or with you riding him as he grips your hips and controls your pace, watching your expressions as he pounds into you. He loves the feeling from being the dominant one in the relationship.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aside from a few poorly timed comments about explosions, Deidara mostly takes his experiences with you seriously. He truly admires you and thinks of you as a true artist, and takes pride knowing you chose him as a partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The rest of Deidara’s body is a stark contrast to his long, gorgeous blonde hair. He keeps his body smooth.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As with his art, Deidara is completely consumed with the moments he spends with you. The two of you speak a similar language, and to him, experiencing you is akin to a religious experience. With that being said, he doesn’t hesitate to play rough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When the two of you are separated, Deidara pulls out the letters you wrote him detailing all the ways you touch yourself while he’s not with you. You went into flourished detail, and it read like poetry. It was one of the reasons why he respected you, and originally fell for you. You were a true artist, and the way you formed your words caught his eye. And now, as his hand slicks rapidly over his throbbing member, he thinks of the scenario you painted so painfully clearly, of you with your slender fingers on your body, your eyebrows knit as you focus, the beautiful face you make as you feel waves of pure ecstasy, the way you cry out for him even in his absence, and moans your name as he spills over his hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Deidara has a bit of an exhibitionist side to him, as everything he does is a form of art, and therefore must be acknowledged by an audience. Deidara will happily take you aside for a quick fuck in any public place, and the louder you are, the harder and rougher he gets. More than once, various members of the Akatsuki had the unfortunate honor of walking in on you and Deidara, and now they were painfully familiar with the sounds you make when Deidara finishes in you.

You’ve also found out by accident that Deidara goes completely feral when you bite and kiss him hard enough to leave marks on his skin. He loves showing the marks off, considering himself your masterpiece.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

One of the best spots, according to Deidara, is sex on the back of his large clay bird, underneath the stars and the moon as the nighttime air glides over the two of you. You had to admit that it was on the more romantic side for him, and it was quite an exhilarating experience.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly just seeing you gets Deidara’s blood flowing south. You are his muse, his passion, his reason for breathing. Everything you do turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You’d never seen Deidara so pissed as when you teased him with the idea of shit play. Not that you had been serious, you had no interest in it either, but Deidara was fuming. No, he had shouted, not at you, but more at the idea. “It’s, it’s—uncouth! It’s unrefined!! IT. IS NOT. ART!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Deidara is particularly turned on by recovering oral, especially when he wraps his fingers in your hair, hand firmly on the back of your head, and thrusts roughly into your throat. He loves the way you take him so well, tears welling in your eyes, and his fingers resting on your throat so he can feel how deep you can take him. It drives him wild when you gag on his cock, and he doesn’t last long with his frantic thrusting before he spills his hot seed down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You and Deidara were prone to explosive, rough sessions of loud hard fucking, but you two were also known to have deep, passionate nights of lovemaking in which the two of you moved with intention in every motion. Every breath that pooled over the other’s skin, every brush of lips against panting breasts, every sigh and cry of ecstasy, it was all a deep, emotional experience. Deidara compared it to seeing a life changing piece of art.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nothing Deidara does is half hearted, and fucking you is no exception. He likes to take his time with you, make sure he has you unraveled and trembling by the time he’s done with you. With that being said, Deidara won’t hesitate to spontaneously take you while out, because it comes with the added thrill of risking getting caught.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Deidara is more than willing to experiment. Location, positions, you name it. If it’ll get the both of you off, he’s up for trying anything new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Deidara’s style is to focus on the quality vs quantity, and really take his time with you. By the time you’re both exhausted and drained, he’s had you come undone multiple times, and he finishes with, you called it, a big explosion.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The two of you came to the conclusion that toys were unnecessary in this relationship, unless you count Deidara’s detonating clay, at very, very small amounts?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Deidara has a slightly sadistic side to him, and sometimes he applies that to the bedroom. The two of you have played with edging, and he does it so well with that taunting, sexy voice of his.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

True to his form in battle, Deidara is very vocal during sex. He expresses himself well, moaning your name, and the way he groans when you first start to tease him is truly heavenly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Deidara’s always been interested in a threesome with you and another man. He wants to see you come undone with someone else, wants to take you from behind as the other man shoves his cock down your needy mouth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Underneath Deidara’s Akatsuki robes is a strong and lithe body, flawless from scars due to his tactics as a long range ninja and prowess with explosives. He cares for his body as a temple, as he appreciates the more refined aspects of life. You’ve never been able to pry your eyes away from him form any time he removes articles of clothing, drinking him in as you gaze over his body, the teasing way the v shape on his abdomen leads your eye lower, the way his cock hangs as he doesn’t notice the way the lust shines in your eyes. He’s not large, pretty average as far as you knew, but he knows how to damn well use it to make you come undone over and over.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

To your delight, and sometimes irritation, Deidara has a very high sex drive. He finds not only your body addictive, but your intellect a turn on too. Anytime you two are in the same room, his hands will be all over you, his lips brushing over the sensitive spots on your neck as he tells you all the things he wants to do to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Deidara is always falling asleep on you after sex, but it’s really quite adorable. The way the seriousness fades away, and he’s so completely happy that he drifts off while nuzzling you.

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Sleeping Headcanons - Part 1

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Word Count: 176 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version | Part 2

Featuring: Deidara, Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Nagato (Pain)

Deidara

Sleeps shirtless. Will either cuddle or have an arm around you.

Hidan

Naked, he loves the feeling of your naked body against his. Will cuddle and be very touchy. Plus, sex is a lot easier without the removal of clothes.

Kakuzu

He sleeps shirtless, cuddling s/o or an arm around you.

Kisame

Sleeps naked, cuddling s/o or s/o on top of him.

Nagato (Pain)

He sleeps shirtless or fully clothed and will cuddle you.

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tall.

request ; @sahara-solaris-solace​: may i request yandere!deidara x tall!oc?

# tags: headcanon; friendship & current relationship; romance; bit of comedy; deidara and you are teasing each other; yandere!deidara; simp!deidara too; sfw?

includes: gender neutral reader ft. deidara {naruto}

author’s note: waited so long for this and i’m so sorry! :( but i love u, remeber that!

→ if you are not in a relationship ←

↘ If you work together or just know each other very well, Deidara likes to accost you and always ask what it’s like to be such a tall person. He doesn’t do it to offend you, it’s just that his nature prevents him from complimenting you; he has to make a weird comment or joke instead, but you’re never mad. You know him very well and you know that despite his character, he is a good one for you.

↘ It doesn’t mean you don’t like teasing him either! If you’re in the mood and have the opportunity, you like to pat him on the head or put something high up so he has to reach for it himself. Then he acts like a little gremlin with the urge to kill in his both eyes.

↘ Your relation is a bit funny and at the same time a bit strange for others, but you’re not complaining. You know that just being friends is a feat, let alone making fun of each other. You both have heavy personalities, especially Deidara, who sometimes really wants to destroy you for the stupid things you do or say.

→ if you are in a relationship ←

↘ Likes to call you ‘long leg mommy/daddy/dommy’ and always touches your legs if you are sitting or lying in bed together. He’s a little in love with you, but he pretends not to. His character doesn’t allow him to admit that you are perfect for him and he just likes to look at you.

↘ Deidara, as befits a yandere character, is jealous of you and doesn’t like when others compliment your appearance, face, legs, personality. He is willing to fight to have you by his side.

↘ He likes it when you wear clothes that reveal your legs and always encourages you to dress like that. If you don’t, he’s like a kid; he gets offended and doesn’t want to be around you.

↘ If you are taller than him by having long legs, don’t worry. Deidara will find some useful ways to use your height and perfectly sculpted legs.

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Deidara!!

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[or0ch1maru]

How about Akatsuki members meeting their future lover for the first time?

I love getting requests when I’m the perfect amount of drunk lol

This is honestly so freaking cute. Ugh🥰😩

So I know this is more of a sfw prompt but for hidan I couldn’t help myself. 18+ just for him lmao.

•

🏮Hidan:

•you two would simply start out as friends with benefits. Fucking each other whenever you had the urge or if either of you had a particularly rough week

•both of you say the same thing. “It’s strictly pleasure, no feelings involved”…and the two of you believed that until….

•Hidan was pussy drunk, babbling filthy things in your ear while he has you bent in half in the mating press. Your nails digging into his arms as he tears yet another orgasm out of you

•your thighs soaked with your slick, Hidan’s thrusts becoming sloppy as he nears his orgasm. “Fuck, this pussys so good..gonna’” Hidan mumbles out. “Love you” the two words slip from his lips as he pulls out of you, coming all over your lower stomach

• “love you too” you say softly in return as he presses his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs

•it’s not until you two are nearly dressed that the words register. Neither of you say anything else, at least not until Hidan has his cock buried deep in you once again, this time at a much slower and more passionate pace. Begging to hear you say the words again

🏮Kakuzu:

•he was on his way to meet with his bounty officer, Zangei, only to find out he was off on an errand. He waited silently and to his dismay, patiently in the lobby of the old stone building for Zangei’s return

•it’s not until you slip from one of the back rooms and into the waiting area that Kakuzu was glad his officer was out. He was curious as to why someone so dainty and delicate looking (everybody looks breakable to this man, with his power and sheer size) found themselves in this occupation

•when you finally speak, it snaps him out of his own thoughts and curiosity. “You’re waiting to see Zangei right?” You ask, your tone is soft and kind which only makes Kakuzu even more enthralled by you

• “yea” is all he says in response. “Thought so. Follow me to the back” you reply kindly. Holding the door open for the tall masked man to enter through. Kakuzu stares down at you as he follows behind in the corridor

• “Zangei told me that you’d be joining us today and in his absence, has me handling the dirty work.” You explain, smiling over your shoulder. All Kakuzu can do is nod along, already forgetting the reason why he came here.

•over the course of the next hour, Kakuzu trades his bounty with you as you hand him his cash and handle the annoying paperwork. On his way out, you pat him on the back, wishing him safe travels and hopes of seeing him again.

•which of course, Kakuzu is already one step ahead by planning out his next job on the black market, just to come see you.

🏮Itachi:

•you and Itachi had known each other all through out childhood. Meeting up with each other after hours of being at the academy to play around or train

•as the two of you got older, entering your teen years, the friendship remained, but spending time with each other turned scarce as missions were tossed left and right at you, and Itachi had his own troubles

•it wasn’t until the Uchiha clan massacre that separated the two of you for good. At least that’s what you thought. You heard about what happened when you came home late from running an errand for your parents. They told you to never speak his name or to seek him out, which you obliged

•a few years later, shortly after the sudden death of your parents, you decided to search for your long lost best friend. Even if they were alive, you were 18 now, not having to obey their rules

•to no one’s knowledge but your own, you’d been keeping tabs on Itachis whereabouts since that horrendous night. You knew he joined the organization known as the Akatsuki and got info on an upcoming mission he was going to be sent on with his partner

•so naturally, what any non sane person would do, you packed some items and left the hidden leaf. Keeping to the shadows until you spotted him. He knew you were there of course, due to his visual prowess.

•later, while his partner was sleeping in the tent they set up, Itachi slipped away. Joining you on the tree branch you made your bed for the night. “What are you doing out here? It’s not safe.” Are the first words that slip from his lips. “Looking for you of course” you reply quietly. “But why? After what I’ve done” Itachi questions, his tone almost nervous. “Love makes people do crazy things. I think you know that just as well as I do” you explain, a small smile forming on your lips in the darkness.

🏮Kisame:

•you were recently recruited to join the akatsuki as their medical Shinobi. Your skills and advanced knowledge in medical Ninjutsu is what caught Pain, the leaders attention.

•a week into your new home and new life, two members were returning from a rather sketchy and dangerous mission. You knew of one, Itachi Uchiha, but we’re unfamiliar with his partner, Kisame. As they’ve been on the mission from the day before you moved into the compound

•you’ve been in your lab, sterilizing equipment, since you knew the pair was to return sometime today. You’re washing your hands when you heard their voicing coming down the hallway. “Can’t believe the fucker got me” spoke the deep and unfamiliar voice. “It could have been worse” spoke a voice with a much softer tone.

•the door to the lab opened, heavy footsteps followed by nothing? The Uchiha moves silently, you think to yourself as you turn around. Only to be met with two sets of piercing and curious gazes

•your eyes scan the much taller of the two, a visible gash across his ribs, blood seeping from between his large fingers as he applies pressure. You quickly move into action, getting him to lay down on the bed, Itachi stands by the door, watching as you tend to his comrade, and dearest friend

•you’re so caught up in making sure the shark like man known as Kisame, doesn’t bleed out, that you don’t notice the fact his eyes have been on you ever since he walked in

🏮deidara

•you work as a weapons dealer, and armorer. Repairing, replacing, making, and selling the blades you create. You’re widely known through the many villages, being visited daily by many. And a huge part of your profit comes from rogue ninja. Needing someone who they know won’t snitch or turn them in to collect a bounty

•today was one of your much slower days, and you’re sitting on the stool behind the counter, enjoying a quick snack of onigiri when you hear the familiar chime of the door. Your head perks up, pushing your lunch to the side to greet the customer. “Are you here to pick up or are you in need of a custom?” You ask cheerfully

•a gorgeous, blue eyed young man approaches the counter, you take note of his robes. Black, with red clouds. Another member of the akatsuki, an organization you’ve been working closely with for quite some time

• “custom” he replies back evenly. His tone calm, but on the defensive. “Sounds good, I’ll just need you to fill this form out” you reply, a soft smile forming on your face as you slide a paper, as well as a pen across the counter towards him

•you watch in amazement when you see the mouth on the inner side of his palm. “The hell you lookin’ at?” He remarks harshly. You pay no mind to the attitude as you’ve been around many tough individuals

•you shake your head “sorry, I didn’t mean to stare but that’s kinda mesmerizing” you say gently, gesturing to his hand. “Hmph” is all the blonde says, but you don’t miss the look of pride in his eyes as he finishes the form

•after he hands the paper back to you, you go over the usual, how long it’ll take, pick up time, etc. you always have extra weapons in stock so a lot of the custom work people ask for can be done within the hour.

•time passed, and deidara comes back at the time you gave him. His eyes land on you, strands of hair sticking to your face from sweat, the sleeves of your shirt rolled up to your elbows, dirt coating your hands, while a small rag sits on your shoulders. Deidara gets so lost in staring that it takes you nudging him carefully on the arm to hand over his work. He takes the box from you, opening it up. “Looks good, thanks” he says evenly, a faint blush forming on his cheeks as he pays you, before hastily leaving.

🏮Sasori:

•Sasori made his way into the hidden leaf, under a disguise of course. Each month, he sneaks into the village as they have one of the best and most stocked up craft stores

•with how many puppets he makes, he goes through supplies very very quickly, needing to restock every few weeks

•normally, he’s in and out without a hitch. Grabbing the few items he needs right off the shelves, making his way to the cashier, giving exact change before dipping

•today, would of gone smoothly, if one of the tools he needed was actually on the shelf. But to Sasori’s displeasure, he realized he actually needs a worker to ask when they’ll be in stock next so he can return

•he walked around until he spotted you. Currently kneeling in front of an end-cap, stocking glue. You cocked your head up towards him when you heard his voice. You returned his question with a kind smile. “We actually have those in the back, I just haven’t gotten around to putting them on the floor yet. Wait here a second, I’ll grab one”

•Sasori watches as you disappear into a back room, returning with a big smile on your face as you hold the package in your hand.

•something about your kind eyes and genuine smile made sasori feel something he’s only heard about from others. He follows you up to the register where you bag his merchandise and then take his cash

•you wish him safe travels as you know he’s not from the village, since you’ve never seen him before. You’d remember him if he was. As he leaves, Sasori thinks about the next time he’ll visit, even if he has no reason to

🏮Tobi:

•you’re currently on a mission, and have been for two days, eating some of the snacks you brought with you. On the third day, you grew tired of the food you brought, so you decided on stopping at the small dango bar you passed not too long ago

•you come to a stop, turning around and running back in the direction from which you just came. Your stomach rumbling more and more the closer you get. Before you know it, the smell of the dumplings are filling your nose and right when you think you’ll keel over from lack of food, you arrive

•a kind older woman takes your order, she then hands you your correct change.

•no more than ten minutes later, she comes out with a small bowl, the delicious looking food on a skewer. You thank her kindly before deciding to eat closer to the lake, a mere twenty feet away

•as you’re making way to the cozy spot under a tree that you had your eyes on, your body collides with something firm, a yelp coming from whatever you walked into. You glance up and your eyes land on an orange mask.

• “shit I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” You babble out quickly. Many Shinobi tend to be rude, only because it’s sometimes hard to know who wants to kill you or not. “I-it’s okay” a child like voice stammers out from behind the spiral mask

•luckily for both of you, your food didn’t spill, nor did any of the sauce spill onto his clothes. “Let me buy you something to eat for the inconvenience” your words coming out quickly. The figure before you tilts his head in a playful manner

• “t-that would be amazing. Tha-thank you” he seems just as nervous as you seem to be. You relax a little after you pay for a second helping, handing the man his food. It’s hard to see how he feels about you as his face is covered, even the hole of his mask makes it difficult to see his eye.

•the two of you sit quietly under the tree, both enjoying your food and talking about why you’re out in the middle of nowhere. You purposely look away to give him the privacy to eat his food, knowing that he wears his mask for a reason. Tobi picks up on that and decides a meet up with you a few weeks from now at the same place

🏮Zetsu:

•you decided to skip on going to the flower shop in town, venturing outside the village walls to the huge flower field two miles out. A few months ago, while returning home from a mission, you passed the beautiful field, a mixture of daffodils, poppy’s, clovers, dahlia’s and many more are mixed together in an untouched space

•you never pick them, you find a spot to sit, admiring and smelling the many floral scents

•for as long as you can remember, flowers, and plants in general have always peaked your interests having many books back at home about all the different kinds. The ones that are safe and harmless while others are poisonous and could be deadly is consumed

•you have yet to meet someone with the same interest as you, that is, until this evening

•sketchbook in hand, the lead from your pencil skittering across an empty page as you focus on a stunning blue dahlia, copying its details on the paper. “May I join you?” A voice rings out from ten feet away, causing you to jump slightly

•you peer up, seeing the figure. What catches your attention is the man’s outer layer that looks like a sort of plant. You nod, watching as he slowly approaches you, not wanting to scare you away. Your kunai sits in a holster on your hip, just in case

•over the next hour, you learn the man’s name. Zetsu. You beam when you discover he also enjoys plants, just the same way you do. He researches, reads, and writes about all the plants he sees.

•Zetsu tells you that he comes here every Wednesday, his only off day between his tasks and invites you to hang out with him when you can. He has the idea that after you two become more acquainted and comfortable around each other that he’ll invite you back to the compound. Wanting to show you his works and the sweet little garden he has

🏮Konan & Pain (a couple looking for a third<3)

•they’d spoken about this hundreds of times over the past year. Both wanting another partner, but never finding someone who isn’t just wanting the thrill of a threesome and then bolting through the door(let alone with the two main faces of the akatsuki)

•pain and Konan decided on having a nice little date night at a restaurant in the hidden rain. Wanting to unwind from all their duties with a drink and yummy food

•they both freeze in wonder when you, their waiter/waitress approaches the table. “Good evening” you start cheerfully, your underlying tone calm. You introduce yourself before asking “what can I get you to drink?” After answering, they watch you scribble on your note pad before leaving with a smile

•after you walk away, pain and Konan confirm they both share the same sentiment towards you and plan on the best course of action

•when you return with their drinks, you write down what food they want and once again, disappear to the back of the restaurant. “If you need anything else, feel free to flag me down” you remark with a sweet smile after you place their meals on the table in front of them

•after dropping the bill off, Konan and pain leave. Leaving you an extra hefty tip and a cute message on a napkin. “Here’s our address, we’ll expect a letter soon cutie xoxo, pain & Konan” said the note. You smile and tuck the now folded napkin into your pocket

•

If you made it this far, here’s a big smooch 😘

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Freaky Times They Fuck You On Missions💦

Akatsuki Masterlist

TW: Spanking, tail sex, poison play, blow job, public fucking, tsukuyomi sex. Minors DNI! 18+

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Sasori:

You, Sasori, and Deidara were on your way to the Hidden Sand to capture Gaara. Deidara had just finished making his clay bird.

“You two can watch from here,” Deidara said confidently. “Take all the time you need…Deidara…” Sasori said in his raspy voice.

You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘What…?’

Deidara turned to his partner as his own brow raised. “‘Take your time?’ I thought you hated it when others kept you waiting, hm.”

“I’ll be fine. Go capture the One Tail,” Sasori said. Deidara’s lips formed a grin. He turned to direct it at you as his eyes lidded in amusement.

“Well now, it seems that our girl, Y/N seems to be quite a good influence on you, Sasori my man.” You crossed your arms as you rolled your eyes at the blonde.

“Don’t push it. Now get going,” Sasori hissed. Deidara snickered a bit before hopping onto his clay bird and flying towards the skies.

You stood there as you stare off into the distance. You sighed. “Knowing Deidara, this is gonna take awhile…”

“We have all the time in the world…” Sasori said suddenly. You were about to say something when you heard the sound of metal sliding through the sand.

“Mm-!”

You shrieked a bit feeling the sensation of cold metal slide up against your ankle. You glanced down to see how Sasori slipped his tail up your cloak. He tickled the metallic tip against your inner thigh. The way it moved was rather sensual.

You widened your eyes. ‘Oh no…not here!’

“Take off your cloak…” Sasori ordered. You say nothing as you bit your lip nervously. “Don’t keep me waiting, Y/N…” he warned.

You turned to glare at him as you felt your face slowly start to heat up. “Sasori, we’re on a mission and-AAH!”

You shrieked when you felt Sasori spanked your ass with his tail, causing you to cry out. You hissed feeling the pain of the metal stinging your cheeks.

“Spread your legs…” Sasori growled in his raspy voice.

Sasori then slithered his tail between your legs. The cold metal left you a shuddering mess as it went up your skirt you had underneath.

You knew what Sasori wanted, but this wasn’t the appropriate time. But as much as you didn’t want to engage in some sensual tail fucking, your sexual urges got the best of you as the metallic tip of Sasori’s tail flicked at your clit through your panties.

You let out a moan as your legs trembled. Now you were feeling needy as you desperately craved more friction.

You undid you cloak and quickly rolled up your skirt you had underneath. “Nice panties…” Sasori said quietly.

Before you could do anything else, Sasori used his tail to tear off your panties into ribbons.

You widened your eyes. “Sasori! Those were my favorite-ooh…”

Your eyes hooded with lust as you felt Sasori floss his tail between your legs as the metallic ball of his tail rubs against your clit.

“Oh wow~” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut. Sasori snickered as he repeatedly rubbed the tail through your pussy lips.

“You’re a dirty girl…” he says.

“Mmm…I’m you’re dirty girl, Sasori my man~” you moaned seductively. It was starting to get hotter from under Sasori’s armor as his cheeks flushed even further at your words.

You felt warm liquid lube up your pussy. You knew it was the poison from Sasori’s tail. It was a good thing that you were immune to poison, because it felt amazing!

From underneath Hiruko’s armor, Sasori was enjoying the sight of you being masturbated by his tail. He reached towards his crotch and started to stroke his dick.

Sasori then used his tail to raise you high in the air a bit. “Ride it,” he says as he continued to floss his tail between your pussy lips. You easily comply, moaning as you started to hump the tail.

The two of you moan in unison. You came all over the tail which mixed in with with the poison. Sasori came next inside of Hiruko’s armor.

He immediately lowered his tail to set you down, leaving you a panting mess, but not before giving your clit one last affectionate stroke. Sasori then stepped out of Hiruko’s armor. You saw that his cloak was covered in cum.

“I’m messy…” he said with a blank stare.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah? And who’s fault is that, Sasori?”

Itachi:

You were all at the base after bringing the One Tail. Leader had informed you that dealing Gaara would take 3 days. That didn’t sit well with you.

“3 DAYS?! Oh c’mon!” You complained. Leader ignored you as he and everyone else got in position. You rolled your eyes and did the same.

You closed your eyes for the moment snd in the next instance you saw a naked Itachi approaching you in a dark void. “Itachi?” You asked.

You glanced down at yourself and gasped seeing that you were also naked. “What the-?!” You then recalled how you looked into Itachi’s eyes earlier and added 2 and 2 together. “Is this Tsukuyomi?!”

You yelped feeling something hard and firm slide into your backside. You look over your shoulder and saw another naked Itachi fucking you from behind.

“Only 72 hours and 59 minutes of pleasure, remain.”

You moan as he slides deeper inside of you while grabbing your hips. “I-ItaCHIIII-!” You squeal out. Itachi smirks at that and lifts you up a bit while still keeping his dick inside of you.

“I-I don’t know if I can even last that long in heREEEEEE!” You screeched out again seeing how another Itachi appeared in front of you to grip your hips as he stuck his dick in your front entrance.

“We know how much you hate sealing Jinchuriki for 3 days…” one Itachi began.

“…So we brought you in here to pass the time…” the other Itachi finished.

With that, both Itachi’s thrusted themselves into you simultaneously. Your moans echo in the void as pre cum starts to leak out your sweet holes.

“Do you like that?” One Itachi asked as he rolls his hips into you. “Itachi’s…” you moaned. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the bliss. The other Itachi pounded into you deeply, hitting your g spot causing your moans to become screams of pleasure.

“Itachi’s! I can’t take it!” You cry. Itachi smirked as he leaned towards your ear to lick its shell, causing you to shudder. “Don’t give out just yet,” he said.

“That’s right. You have to pleasure the rest of us too y’know,” the other Itachi said.

You finally opened your eyes and gasped seeing hundreds of naked Itachi’s lined up waiting to be fucked. Some of them stroked their dicks in anticipation while some of them lubed themselves up in preparation.

You didn’t know whether to be turned on or freaked out. “Only 72 hours and 45 minutes remain,” both Itachi’s said.

The two of them pound into you once more causing you to cum all over the ground as you moan out in both pain and pleasure.

Deidara:

After sealing the One Tail, Leader tasked you and Deidara to wait it out at the hideout and take out the Hidden Leaf and lure out the Nine Tails.

The two of you sat in silence with Gaara’s corpse that Deidara was sitting on. Said Akatsuki was started to get impatient. “Ugh, what’s taking them, hm?”

“I wish they would just hurry up and get in here,” he added.

Deidara turned to you seeing how you were sitting next to him, patiently waiting for your enemies to arrive.

His eyes fell to your figure and not too long after a naughty smirk appeared on his face. Deidara brought his hand to your lap and stroked it.

This alerted your attention. You turn to look at Deidara incredulously. “Deidara, what are you doing?!”

His visible blue eye lidded in amusement. “Y/N, what’s the matter, my girl? Can’t we have a little fun while we wait, hm?”

He brought his hand up your cloak as your cheeks flushed. You glare at him. “Deidara this isn’t the time for-AAH!”

You moaned when you felt Deidara’s hand tongue lick at your clothed pussy. “It will only take a minute, hm,” Deidara teased.

You whimpered in defeat as Deidara started to help you out of your clothes. It wouldn’t be so bad to blow off some steam. 3 days of sealing a tailed beast had made you a little frustrated.

Deidara was already on top of you. The teeth in his hand mouths tore at your bra straps causing it to fall to the ground.

“You owe me a new bra,” you hissed as you grip Deidara’s shoulders tightly. He snickered. “You look better without clothes on anyway, hm.”

He brought one hand mouth to your panties and tore at them before using a tongue to lick at your clit. He then brought his other hand mouth to suck and pump your breast.

“Deidara,” you moaned. Deidara brings you in for a quick kiss before he removes his pants and slides in home.

Deidara pounds into you as both of your moans echo throughout the entire cave. “Y-Y/N I’m about to-“

Deidara pulled out and came all over the floor. You turned and gasped seeing how lots of the cum was all over Gaara’s face.

Deidara snickered at the sight before turning back to you. “Hey don’t worry, this is a good thing. It will only make the Nine Tails even angrier and lure him straight to us!”

With that, Deidara helps you put your clothes back on being fixing himself up. He then fixes himself up before carrying you bridal style and walking over to sit on Gaara’s corpse as he sets you on his lap.

Immediately after, the hole finally came crashing down where you saw Naruto and his friends. He saw Gaara’s cum coated face before directing his anger at you both.

“YOU BASTARDS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO GAARA?! WHY IS THERE CUM ALL OVER HIS FACE?!”

Hidan:

You were sitting on the steps outside the collection office waiting for Hidan and Kakuzu to finish their business.

“Hey, Sugar,” you heard a voice purr.

You turned around and saw Hidan stark naked with a grin on his face, wearing just his necklace. His Akatsuki cloak was lying on the floor in the bathroom.

Your eyes widened as your face became red at the sight. “Hidan?! What the hell?! Put some clothes on!”

Despite your words, your eyes immediately fell to his dick and he was hard. “No can do, baby. My clothes are all smelly from being inside the stinky collection office,” Hidan says huskily.

You get up and back away a little as Hidan makes his way towards you. “Hidan…Hidan no! Not here!” You warn. Your eyes kept trailing back to his dick.

Hidan snickered as he finally got close enough to you and grab you tightly by your hips to pull you closer, pressing your clit to his dick.

“C’mon Doll…it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun while Kakuzu takes his time to count his money, right?” Hidan teases.

You moaned when he rubbed his dick against your entrance. Hidan brought his lips to your ear. “What do ya say?” With that he licks your ear making you shudder.

“Five. Minutes,” you hissed. Hidan chuckles, “you got it gorgeous.” He had your clothes off in seconds. Hidan then grabbed a hold of you and lifted you up. You secure yourself tightly and wrap your legs around his hips.

Hidan didn’t waste any time as he pounded his dick inside of you. You threw your head back, moaning in delight as Hidan filled your gummy walls, effectively stretching them out with his hard erection.

He came inside of you. You didn’t care though. You wouldn’t mind raising a little immortal baby.

“Um…” a voice said awkwardly. The two of you stop and turned to see Asuma standing there by the collection office doors. His blinking eyes were widened as his cheeks were flushed.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you hug Hidan tightly to cover your nude figure. Hidan placed his hand on your ass protectively as he gave Asuma an unimpressed look.

“Oi! Fucker! Give us some privacy dammit! Can’t you see we’re fucking over here?!”

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[aquariius-rising]

Studio Sessions || Masterlist

pairing: Musician!Deidara x Popstar!Reader

summary: after a series of costly PR disasters, Deidara’s manager offers him an ultimatum: work with the label’s darling, [y/n], on a collaboration or be dropped altogether. You, on the other hand, have your own motives for working alongside the troubled musician.

part one: Deidara finds out he has to either create a pop song with the media sensation [name], or his dream is finished. You, on the other hand, are soaring from the success of your first studio album and are looking to find inspiration for your next phase.

part two: After your disastrous first meeting, Deidara tries to be better. You contemplate being a little more edgy. 

part three

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[bubuli-3110]

You are filling my Deidara neeeeeds.

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

Sorry this took forever dear but here you go~!

Pop Art

Deidara x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mrs-barnes-library]

What about a hc of Deidara with s/o who has similar powers like Danny Rand/Iron Fist?

Having The Same Powers As Iron Fist || Deidara x reader

A/n : I'm a real Marvel fan but I had to make some researches in the comics and the series lmao because I didn't know anything about his powers. It was really fun though :3c

THANK YOU so much for the ask ! It was a real pleasure to write 😍🔥

OUTFIT REFERENCES : You can either imagine you're wearing THIS inside the Akatsuki robe OR that you have your own type of robe like THIS

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : Mention of fight and injuries but it's soft

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1161

First of all for me it's logical to think that you are part of the fearsome fighters of the Akatsuki. Proudly wearing your black outfit with a red cloud pattern so recognizable everywhere you went. It's your boyfriend, the explosive artist Deidara who designated it, as it was a bit too long for you and was getting in the way when you were fighting

Even though it looked great on you, he liked it better when you took it off, revealing your yellow and green outfit, matching the color of his hair and ring. With a black tattooed dragon resting proudly on your chest, which he was trying to replicate with his clay

He sees you as a real masterpiece, his masterpiece

On the other hand you prefer to think of yourself as a Swiss Army knife and you have good reason. You have already mastered a great number of martial arts. In fact all the most important ones. Jujustu, easy, taekwondo, a piece of cake and not only that. You proudly add kung-fu, boxing, judo, karate, muay thai, savate… you have enough to say for an hour

That's the reason why you were able to join Akatsuki, they realized that your fighting skills were beyond comprehension. You were very grateful, because you were surrounded by ninja deserters, nukenin, like you and especially because you met your soul mate, the beautiful Deidara, the artist who gave back its colors to your life

At that time, however, no one suspected that your fighting abilities were not at all due to a particular power but only to your training and that you were saving your true potential for an

emergency case. Only if the fight became really out of hands

If your allies didn't know the extent of your powers, how would the enemies know ?

So for a long time your comrades only saw you fighting hand to hand with nunchakus or a stick

Deidara was amazed every time he attended your fights when you were paired together. One day you caught a kunai thrown at full speed towards your eye with only two fingers. He felt that sometimes it was almost too easy for you. It's true that with your stamina, your speed, your agility and your 5 fives multiplied like that no enemy could compete with you

That is, until the Konoha ninjas got involved

The problem is that this is the village you deserted and they, at least the older ones, already know your secret power and your level of fighting

That is to say that somersaults and baton twirling were useless against opponents like Guy Maito or Kakashi Hatake who once trained with you

Using your secret weapon was your only way to get the upper hand in the fight, as you had never used it on them for fear of hurting them. However times had changed and now you were part of the Akatsuki

For the first time you revealed to your fellow Akatsuki your true power as you clenched your

fist to concentrate your chakra - or chi as you liked to call it - lighting it up before punching the ground. This created a mini earthquake, as the shockwave blew your enemies backwards, giving you time to recover

The fight had ended very badly. Deidara had lost his arms and he was waiting for the enemies to leave to recover them. But in the meantime he was suffering the martyrdom. So you hid behind a tree and put your shining hand on the place where his arm should be and eased his pain. To his surprise he relaxed immediately and gave you a loving and affectionate toothy grin. Until he realized that it was you that was taking the pain for him

"Sunshine please don't hurt for me" he said to you while moving back slightly to cancel the effect of your power but you came closer and resumed what you were doing brushing one of his gold strand behind his ear. He looked at you with hearts in his eyes before kissing your cheek

After the fiasco of this mission you decided to train even harder to make sure to never see him hurt like that

You managed to master the Iron Fist with your second hand. Being able to concentrate your vital energy to strike without taking a momentum with that one too

You took a cue from Guy and Rock Lee's kicking style attacks for the rest of your training. Trying to concentrate your chakra in your foot so that it can blow through walls and metal doors

Deidara loves to call you "The queen of the grand entrance"

The last step of your training was the most difficult. This is the mental side of your power

You realized that in a moment of stress you could communicate mentally with your boyfriend

The first time it happened you were 500 meters ( 0.007 miles ) away from him and he heard you yell a mentally directed insult at your opponent but he could have sworn you were screaming next to him, turning around to make sure you weren't there but of course you weren't. In the evening he had asked you about it and that's when you realized your potential

After weeks of training you were able to establish a psychic link with your allies enough for them to respond to you in battle

In everyday life it was quite practical to exchange sweet words with Deidara without the others hearing or just when you wanted to see the pink rise on his cheeks and his eyes turn to the other side as the pink turned red

It's in the extension of this ability that Itachi came to talk to you. Indeed, he was wondering if your pshychic ability could be close to his hypnotic Sharingan. Two hypnotists in the ranks of the Akatsuki was better than one

So you started to train with him and after much effort you were able to master light effects that had the ability to hypnotize your enemies

Deidara was a bit jealous during the time you were training. He felt that you were spending all your time with the Uchiwa. But the truth was that he wasn't going easy on you and the training was more torture than fun as Deidara feared

At least, thanks to Itachi, you were able to improve your kunai throwing and your psychic abilities

All the members of the Akatsuki were pleased to have a member as powerful as you

Soon you would be able to rule the world with the help of you and your powers

And Deidara couldn't be prouder of you. He never stopped reminding people that you were his muse, his sorcery of inspiration and above all the love of his life

"On your knees all of you ! The muse of destruction is going to take over your lives on behalf of the Akatsuki !"

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 👅🍭 Again my requests are open 🥝🍯

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[blasphemecel]

oughh i just saw u write for deidara.. can i rq a deidara reader insert where the reader has a bet with tobi on who can irritate him the most (nothing is off limits) before getting blown up

"But this is cheating," Tobi exclaims in his usual whiny voice that grates on everyone's nerves. Not yours, though. You're not sure if you're the only person who understands he acts irritating on purpose, but sometimes it sure feels that way. "If you're the one to blow yourself up, it doesn't count. [Y/n]-senpai is a cheater!"

"Nah," you say intelligently before you wag your finger at him. "I'll just make him want to kill me after I blow this up."

The mission has been dry. You and Tobi often resort to moronic methods of entertainment ― much to Deidara's chagrin, since he has to get paired with you both, and sometimes he thinks Pain is trying to drive him to murder-suicide ― and the latest is your ongoing bet. He wanted to see who can piss off Deidara the most until he caves in and throws explosives at one of you.

Maybe that doesn't seem all that fun, but boredom changes a person. Or maybe it doesn't, and you and Tobi are just irrational. Tobi's in the lead since he'd gotten the closest to getting Deidara to snap, but it is a bit unfair because he hasn't done anything in particular besides act like himself. So, you need a game changer.

Deidara barges inside the inn and his dismay at the prospect of being stuck somewhere with you both is clear on his face. "What are you morons doing?" he asks, though there is disinterest in his tone. He's probably looking for an excuse to lash out. It's the perfect opportunity.

You blink at him, trying to look all innocent (one of the things Tobi does that he hates) before you prepare to jab your finger in one of the clay figurines he left behind. Like a man possessed, Deidara lunges across the room and grabs it out of your grasp before you can cause an explosion so massive, everyone in the vicinity would die. He scowls. "What's wrong with you," he demands.

Is that it?

Several calculations run through your head as you come up with a response which is likely to get you in deep shit. "It's ugly," you say. "I don't wanna look at it."

Deidara appears to be restraining himself since he doesn't act on whatever violent urges he may be feeling at the moment. Instead he stares at you with freaky bloodshot bug eyes and an uncomfortable silence settles until he turns around to leave. He huffs, "Whatever. You don't even know what you're talking about."

You watch him stomp away and grind your teeth together and your nostrils flare. "Why does he never get mad?" Well, it's not that he doesn't get mad, but he appears to be more lenient on you. Usually you'd be grateful to be the specialest person in the world or whatever, but right now it's not working in your favor.

"Tobi is gonna win the bet," he says with a laugh and spins around the room. "Because Tobi's a good boy!"

"Are you sabotaging me? Is he in on this?"

"No, no." Tobi staggers backwards at the suggestion and trips over despite the barren state of the floor. "Tobi would never do anything like that! Tobi's a good boy."

"I'm so going to win this," you say. "You know I don't play around about 5,000 ryo."

"Tobi's a-"

"Stop saying that!"

He pretends to cry. You ignore him to contemplate your next move.

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I've been stuck on this but here's the drabble I wrote for your request, I'm just not really sure how to continue it, but don't want it to go to waste. Maybe if I get any more ideas I could add onto it lol anyway hopefully it's not too bad and again I'm sorry it ended up so short

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