#Deidara x you

[pfpanimes]

⌕ naruto - deidara.

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[or0ch1maru]

can i request the akatsuki members reaction to the reader wearing a prosthetic mask and having burn scars under it? (like sally face lol)

Omg this yes

The akatsuki has seen and been through A LOT. They may be hardened criminals but they would also be the most understanding about pretty much everything. They would just show it differently.

🏮Tobi:

•I feel like he’d be the most understanding since he wears one for similar reasons. He would never pressure you to remove your mask or show your face. He’d be so patient about it too, even if that meant waiting years.

•when the time comes when you feel comfortable enough to show him, he’d look at you with pride. I could see him gently caressing your scars and telling you how proud he is of you and that you’re so beautiful/ handsome.

•Tobi would never hesitate to show you how much he cares/loves you. Especially if he knows you’re feeling a little insecure. Would plaster your scars with kisses and gentle touches. He would also go out and buy you creams, whether it’s scar cream, or just regular moisturizer. Tobi would take his time massaging it into your skin, not missing a spot.

•he would offer his mask to you(if yours broke or it didn’t feel comfortable against your skin) Tobi would think you’re the cutest person in the world if you took him up on that offer, but yet again he thinks you’re the cutest person ever regardless.

🏮Zetsu:

•I personally feel like white Zetsu would be more comforting towards you about it. He wouldn’t push or pry, he’d be curious yes, but he wouldn’t force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

•black Zetsu would keep his curiosity to himself and would be content either way. If you trusted him enough with showing him your face, he��d never break your trust. He wouldn’t tell anybody, no matter how much they would ask or beg even.

•all in all, Zetsu would be happy as long as you are. He would feel honored that you trusted him.

•has a hard time voicing his affections and feelings so most of the time Zetsu would randomly caress and touch your face, over the mask when around others, and would pull your mask up so he can see your face when you’re alone with him.

🏮Itachi:

•sweet boy.

•just like Tobi, Itachi would never coerce you. Would be so attentive and patient.

•when the day came that you took your mask off in front of him for the first time, he’d fall in love with you all over again. To know that somebody feels so safe around him to show him something nobody else knows, he’d be so happy.

•the first thing he would do is kiss you. Wanting you to know that he loves you no matter what. (We love a non judgmental man)

•Itachi would always ask you before touching your scars and would never get upset if you said no. (If they were still sensitive or you weren’t comfortable with that yet, etc)

🏮Kisame:

•big shark man..oooof. Kisame is the type of man to love you for who you are, no matter what. Even if you had webbed feet or four eyes.

•kisa has gone through moments where he would feel insecure due to his looks and sheer size. Always wondering how he could be loved by somebody.

•so when you decided to take your mask off in front of him for the first time, his eyes would be hearts. No literally ❤️_❤️, this would be how he’d stare at you for the first few minutes after.

•from that point on he would cup your face in his big hands, planting a big ole kiss on you. When it gets colder, he’d use his body heat to keep your face warm. Knows that scars can be sensitive and sometimes even painful when the weather shifts.

🏮Kakuzu

•never really cared for anything or anybody except for money so when you came along, you intrigued him more than cash ever did. Which is rare for him.

•would be very accepting towards the mask, since he wears one too.

•wouldn’t voice it right away but he would think you’re a total badass when he sees you without it for the first time. Makes a comment about you being a mini him. Tends to use humor and soft jokes as his main way of showing affection.

•if you ever felt comfortable enough, would totally let you wear his mask. He would think you look so cute. He’s also a big gift giver so I could imagine him getting you a custom mask. Would make that man feel good seeing you walk around wearing something he gave you.

🏮Hidan:

•our sadistic baby. When you two first met, he made a comment about you being just like Kakuzu. “What’s with you people? Why hide all the time?”

•wouldn’t think much of it at the beginning, only because he’s around a handful of people who wear masks and use other things to hide their identity.

•when he puts 2 and 2 together and realizes you wear it for a different reason, he would be so protective of you. If he sees someone trying to remove your mask, he’d freak. Say bye bye. If he hears others talking bad about you for wearing it, he would make sure they know to keep their mouths shut.

•his protective nature would only increase after you show him your face for the first time.

•whenever the two of you are out and about, he would keep a spare tube of moisturizer on him in case you needed it.

•he’s always seen as some cultist asshole but he has a soft side(if you disagree, argue with the wall lol) would coo cute little praises and compliments towards you. He’d want you to know how pretty you are at all times.

🏮deidara:

•would react similarly to Hidan at the beginning. He’s so used to Sasori hiding his real face/body from the world so he wouldn’t bat an eye towards your mask.

•when you got comfortable around him to show him, you’d be his muse.

•deidara would draw and make small sculptures of you with his clay. Would place them proudly on his desk/bedside table, etc. only if you want him too, of course. he wouldn’t do it if he felt like you weren’t 100% in on the idea.

•would marvel at you anytime he got, even during times when you two were around others and your mask was back on. Deidara loved the idea that he has his own little private art piece that only he sees.

🏮Sasori:

•just like deidara, Sasori wouldn’t think twice about why you keep yourself hidden. Wouldn’t force, push, pry, or beg you to take it off. He wants you to feel safe around him for you to do so.

•Sasori is more reserved and quiet compared to the rest of his akatsuki mates, but that would change the day you showed him your face.

•compliments such as “gods you’re irresistible”, and “come here, let me paint/draw you” would slip past the red heads lips.

•his biggest pride is his art, so just like Dei, you would become Sasori’s muse. Would love nothing more than to sketch your features all the time. He wants you to know that he loves you. So much

•another thing I could see him doing, as long as you’re comfortable with it, would be for him to draw or paint on your scars. His paintbrush would be soft against your skin as he moves the brush all along your face. Sasori would take in the soft hums and contented noises you make as he does this.

🏮Konan:

•would think your mask is cute, especially if you added things to it to make it suit your personality more(stickers, small drawings, etc)

•Konan would compliment your mask all the time. “You’re so cute, you know that right?” Or “I don’t know how much cuter you could get. Mask or not.”

•she would want to add something to your mask, would definitely make an origami butterfly to stick on there somewhere. I could see her choosing your cheek. She would also randomly come up to you and kiss your mask

•the day that you show Konan what you look like without it, she wouldn’t say anything at first. She would simply plant her lips softly against your scars, making sure to cover them completely with little affectionate smooches.

•everyday after that when you two are alone she’d lift your mask slightly, wanting to see your face as it’s her happy place. Would smother you in soft kisses before gently pulling it back down.

🏮pain:

•being the leader of a criminal organization can be hectic, chaotic and stressful. Wouldn’t pay much mind to the mask for quite some time, not because he doesn’t care but he wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if he draws to much attention to it.

•he’d be in his office when you knock. His first thought would be that you’re going to talk to him about a mission but would turn speechless when you take your mask off. His gaze lingers on your scars as he takes in your beauty.

•pain would gesture you to come to him, pulling you into his lap as he gently traces your scars with his finger.

•he would reassure you that you’re beautiful, and that he is so proud of you for taking such a big step in trust.

•eye contact is a big thing for him, as he feels like it’s an intimate connection and would always make sure to look you in the eyes when he compliments you so you know he means it.

I hope you enjoy this, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so excuse this if it sucks. I’d love more soft writing prompts about the akatsuki🥰

[bubuli-3110]

Knead

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Characters: Deidara (Naruto) X Fem! Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.39k

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

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

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

Late again.

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

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

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

You knocked on the door and said,

“Dei? I’m coming in.”

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara walks over to you, pushing up his glasses.

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

“How can I make it up to you?”

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

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

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

He was thinking the same thing.

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

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

Welp, now you’ve done it.

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

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

“Careful what you ask for darling~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He started this and you were going to finish it.

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

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

“Alright dear, message received.” He agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Dei.” You whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara playfully rolls his eyes.

“That’s my muse for you.”

[indigosuvi]

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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[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: Deidara agonizes over how to make a better impression on you. You debate the merits of rebelling against Sasuke.

part four: Flirtiness ensues when he visits you at home. Deidara offers to help you create your own persona.

[immoralimmortals]

I READ THEM TAGS OFFER EM UP MY LEIGE I NEED MARRIAGE HEADCANONS FOR THE AKATSUKI

(EDIT: this is by far my most popular post! If you like this, I have a longform akatsuki x reader fic pinned on my blog and linked here!)

You water my crops and put the stars in the sky. I'm madly in love with you. I'm bringing this post to your feet much like a cat does their favorite toy. I have caught it. Be proud of me, mother.

Even if it's less about the whole life of being married and more about the actual act of marrying, hope that's ok!

Akatsuki Marriage Headcanons, for real this time:

Pain:

I am a huge proponent of the popular fanon opinion that if this man takes you so seriously as to express a label for it (love, spouse, etc.), he is at the brink of worshiping your feet. Don't get me wrong, in terms of the arrangement of proposal and marriage ceremony, the leader is still in charge; however, he is dictating with every detail painstakingly about you. If there is decor, it is your favorite color. If you expressed you like a certain gemstone, he tracks it down for proposal and gets the finest cut upon your finger. You don't want an actual wedding? No problem, you're just going to come home to several thousand lit candles and a profession of commitment as deep from his heart as a corpse is in the grave.

The idea is that it is necessary for this bond to be formalized, at least for his own sake. Pain would refer to it as something you need to hear. If he is nothing else, he is serious about whatever he experiences emotionally; that goes for both his immense suffering and his most delicate of joys. He declares you his, neigh: commands...but only after you assure him yes.

If a traditional proposal is done, it must be in private. He dares not be too exposed. It's already so much that he has become vulnerable to you.

It is a hard privilege to earn. And so, the Akatsuki leader pays you back in kind. As long as you both shall live, you are his deity. You will never want, not as long as he is allowed to bask in you.

Pain kisses you firmly, one hand on your wrist and one on your back. You are to feel both his presence and his commitment.

A wedding song for you: Take me to Church by Hozier (yes I am a sucker for this song, yes yes and yes) or Ship in a Bottle by fin

Konan:

All at once, her heart aches in the best and worst ways, as it is such a curse of the Akatsuki to have had their loves taken too soon. Up till this point, she has been passive, letting you lead the relationship, but now- despite how much she yearns for the same- the angel stands her ground.

"Why?" you ask her in retaliation. She's thin-lipped as she refuses the real answer. It takes a couple tries over a few, staggered moments in private for the truth to tumble out:

She does not want another person she loves to die because of her. It's irrational; your death is not predetermined by the commitment. And yet it remains. She is scared, and the closer you get the more she stings.

But you have to press closer. You have to assure, promise, fight your way back into her heart as it tries to close you out in self protection. You succeed, thanks to one of the reasons you adore Konan: her capacity to hope, no matter the circumstance. Reminder her of that, and she can only be yours.

The wedding is small, the two of you and whomever you deem precious enough to witness. (I imagine probably not even a full handful). It is twilight and the color of the world is shaded blue. Blue as her hair, blue as she feels whenever you're away, blue in the same way the purest of whites are to the human eye. You are pristine. The paper that folds the bouquets that drape around you are spotless and glow in the moonlight in such a way they're almost lanterns. Their starkly pale and crisply folded nature surround as if it is her prayer that everything that is good may stay that way.

Konan kisses you in such a way that no part of you but your lips touch one another. It is chaste, it is soft, it is a seal.

A wedding song for you: Saturn by Sleeping at Last (I cry every single time I hear this in full. I sincerely think there are few songs that have so viscerally touched me like this one has.) or Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie

Obito:

You cannot get his single-mindedness off of Rin. There is no way around it, and anything meant as distraction will not only fail but backfire on you. Therefore, if you are this deep into a partnership, you are there not in spite of her but thanks to her. You will be compared and contrasted to no end; this is not cruel, it is merely how he shapes his worldview in regards to goodness and love. You are his second chance. You are his solitude.

You don't get opportunity to propose. He will tell you first.

It is every definition of a ceremony, almost ritualistic, almost like they're crowning a king/queen. The ceilings are tall and decorated with the visage of ancestors and gods. Incense is lit and the setting sun sets the room on fire with orange and red. You are presented to him, ornate in the way he demands. A masked face cannot hide the lust and satisfaction in his voice. His hand reaches out, and you take it. For perhaps the first time, the mask is tilted to hide from their audience while still showing his scarred face to you.

His kiss is hard. Not sloppy, but hard. His hand is on the back of your head, and he going to press you into him until your soul enters his body.

A wedding song for you: Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake or Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

Bad relationship songs because I can't control myself: Anybody Else by Dom Fera (THE song of all time for me, I love it) or Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Zetsu:

Marriage? That's a fascinating concept. He's never had the desire for this kind of relationship before, but as you talk more and more of it, the more he grasps. In the end, it is a concept that matters to you, and he can appreciate the sentiment of it.

The weirdest part, honestly, is that you reserved such a thing for him.

Though he follows along (you must guide the entire arrangement), he quietly, curiously doubts the whole time. But your guiding hand is so soft as you take him and lead, so nice onto his skin as you select two rings and slide one on each color of hand. You make no mistake: it is both you are marrying. It is both you are committing to. That recognition is his first step into a hesitant acceptance of your eternal love.

When the time comes, you walk him to the first place you met, beside a large tree in a clearing with no human settlement in sight. None of the "don't see the bride/groom" tradition, it has no room here. Any amount of people you want are there, regardless of if it is everyone or no one. (He would prefer no one, but this is all for you, after all). As you're about to kiss him, he makes one request. It is the only thing Zetsu has asked for in all of this time:

Let him taste you.

How can you tell him no?

So his bi-colored lips part, taking your bottom lip into his first, and then rounded teeth gently drag the flesh into his mouth. Pressure is applied and you taste your blood, though fleetingly as he drinks it in. In all the time you've known him, this is the closest Zetsu has ever been to you. In this symbolic action, you have finally gained his full and complete trust.

Zetsu's kiss is metallic but it is not cold. It is pensive, meditative, doing his best to understand that which you crave, and so he does his best to crave you. He cups your face in both of his ringed hands so he need not focus on anything but your taste.

A wedding song for you: & by Tally Hall or Yes to Err is Human, So Don't Be One by Will Wood

Hidan:

At first he's going to make fun of you. He's going to tell you that this is the dumbest idea he's ever heard. And when you go quiet and don't bring it up again, he is going to pin you down and demand to be told why you changed your mind.

This man wants you so much, he can't fathom it. What is marriage if you must slaughter your neighbor? Well...a lover is a step above neighbor, isn't it?

Thank Jashin he doesn't need to kill you to get married.

If you do a traditional wedding, he will drag his feet but he will do it. It's to your detriment alone, really, how obnoxious he'd be. If you pin a flower to his lapel, he'll rip it off. He'll spit to the side in disgust at any mushy gushy talk done in front of others in this bastardization of another religion's ritual. This isn't a real ceremony. Let him show you what a wedding really is:

It's going to end up with your blood on his body and his blood on yours. He makes you straddle his lap, in the middle of the symbol of his lord that he's drawn upon the floor. The same sigil is dangled from a chain, his necklace held between you, from your view right between his intense violet eyes. The metal is cold as it plays a barrier between your lips and his.

Hidan's kiss is reverent. If this Jashinist is marrying you, he fucking means it. Do more than tolerate the cut a knife makes into your palm; pray to it.

...And then he will pray to you.

A wedding song for you: I Wanna Be Your Slave by Maneskin or Misanthrapologist by Will Wood

Bad relationship song I can't help but add: This is Love by Air Traffic Controller

Kakuzu:

Despite popular belief, this is not a man who fusses over money the way Scrooge does over every last coin. By the contrary, it is that he is a man that does not have much to give. This is in every sense, it turns out. Kakuzu is a man that has had all hope in humanity and for himself beat the hell out of him, so it's a shock to him if you hint at a desire for marriage. A mistake, that's what you're trying to make, here. At first he'll rebuff with few words but still sure, but it'll hitch onto him like a tick. A traditional man at heart, you know best to let him propose himself.

And so he does. It is the only time you've ever seen him doubt himself, but of course you tell him yes. As you throw your arms around him, that's when reality hits in the best of ways.

He does not wait, not if you don't oppose him. He takes you to a temple, middle of nowhere with no one either of you or your nations will know. For an old man, it's such a romantic, young man's task to arrange to elope. The priest marries you, as you sit side by side at the break of dawn upon his stoop. He wears his mask, still wears long robes to cover his stitches, but his silky brown hair drifts so beautifully with the wind; he will say this compliment is one he had of you and yours, when he looks back upon today. You are his world, intertwined in an immortal and mortal life.

Kakuzu does not kiss you at the wedding. That comes later, when no one else is there. He pulls down his mask and takes your mouth upon his, tangled until one of you can't breathe anymore.

A wedding song for you: Vanilla Curls by Teddy Hyde or Budapest by George Ezra

Deidara:

A flirt he may be, but a guy of commitment? Hell no. At first he's really flattered, chuckling and letting a large smirk trail up one side of his face. It falls when he realizes you're being serious. "Wait, really?" You nod, and his always-intense stare seems a bit closer to concerned.

"My dear...you're getting carried away, aren't you?" he offers like a second chance to not embarrass yourself.

Everything, as it always has for Deidara, has happened so fast it hits him before he recognizes what it is. Love is included, even and up until the point he's in this deep. Honestly? It terrifies him. He'll laugh and walk away, but it'll fucking haunt him.

A couple days of flying on a bird, all by his lonesome, and he returns with a bit of a different view. Life is short, beauty is fleeting: the opportunity is here and damned if he don't take it. He offers your hand- both in marriage and for a ride- and you soar into the sky.

There's no such thing as a traditional wedding, no need for it when the most beautiful things in the world are you and his art. Explosions and fireworks alike light up the night sky and he leans over to whisper his dedication upon your lips.

Deidara's kiss is, of course, bombastic. It's intense and with tongue and repeats, over and over, never lasting too long as he can't keep his love-drunk words to himself for longer than two seconds. Streamers and confetti flutter around your heads, grander than any parade for any newly wed prince or princess.

A wedding song for you: The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience or Fear and Delight by The Correspondents

Sasori:

Only someone who knows him as well as you will pick up the subtlest shifts of the scorpion's expression, the way brown eyes barely widen. You bring it up, nearly like a dream you had, nearly like you're talking to yourself in your sleep, but he hears it. Sasori continues with his work, the monotony of woodwork allowing him to chew on the idea. A marriage isn't necessary, of course...but he also will lie to himself about how downright alluring the symbolism of a wedding is.

If the most beautiful things are eternal, why not your love?

If you've gotten him so far that Sasori will consider whatever form of affection he can manage in his barely organic heart, then he will make every second of your life never-ending bliss.

He decorates you, almost like one of his dolls, in the finest patterns of fabric and sleekest of jewelry. He pains over every inch of skin on top of muscle and bone, the way the ring slips on your finger and the way your wrist bends to do it. The ritual is an art piece, and you gaze upon him so marvelously... Your lips part with such slight but sure poise...

The venue is silent and you both are alone. Not even a bird caws, no insect chirps. Pure, clear as glass silence. You are the only two beings in all of existence. You will ascend time itself. A single candle is lit as you sit in the deepest depths of this cave, where no one may interrupt.

Where no one can hear him confess to you.

Sasori's kiss is soft, far too soft. He holds both of your hands so delicately, like they're on a string. Lines of chakra help you move into him in a way that is just right, just utterly perfect.

A wedding song for you: Thumbnail by Louie Zong and Brian David Gilbert or Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand

Kisame:

Shockingly enough, this guy is going to be your hardest sell. Perhaps predictably, it isn't because he dislikes marriage, settling down, falling in love. Disliking and opposing are very different things.

He panics, at least just a little the first time you mention it. "I'm a shinobi, you know. You won't see me very much." Time passes on, and your desire appears again:

"I'm a rough guy. Just take a second to think about what you're asking for, alright?"

More time, and more desperation on his part with your persistence:

"I am meant to die alone," he finally tells you outright. "Don't bother with me. You could be spending your time so much better than fussing over someone who isn't going to last."

But you do, and he does last. Unfortunately, he does last. It gnaws him to the bone.

"Alright," he'll ask you, a long time since you first expressed your wants, "Are you certain?" You say yes, of course you say yes. Bittersweet, sharp teeth smile. "Very well," the swordsman concedes.

You marry traditionally, though very small. A hood drapes over him, hiding his face as the priest speaks the seal of marriage. His hand clings to yours, so very afraid of losing you. Or worse: making you lose him.

With the formalities out of the way, his own way begins. Finally alone, you both plunge into deep water, a loud splash quickly muting to flooded ears. He holds your face as your hair drifts past him in strands noses nearly touching. Kisame gets a good look at you before he changes everything forever, closing his eyes.

Kisame's kiss is a leap of faith. It tastes like lake water and seaweed and his love. He presses all of you into him like a shell holds a pearl, limbs climbing around you as you suspend in water and sink. Breathe into him, breathe deep. Every last breath in his lungs is just for you.

A wedding song for you: Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood or If I'm Being Honest by dodie

Itachi:

The implications of this circumstance are astounding. He loves you- yes, of course he does- but what's more is that he loves you enough to be so selfish as to gift himself to you, even knowing the fate he's reserved. It is both impressive and heartbreaking. Have hope, you ask of him. That is all you ask of him. Give it a chance. It is what he wants, isn't it?

Of course it is. But are you okay if the inevitable comes true?

You pause, and he studies your naive, innocent eyes. But you know more than perhaps Itachi has realized. You know it is okay to treasure. It is okay to enjoy. The journey matters more than the destination. Yes, it is okay, you tell him, you love to love him all the same.

Dark eyes close. Then he will give you what is desired.

Kisame is present, of course, as well as the ancestors of the Uchiha clan in spirit. You are radiant, and he tells you so. You return the compliment in soft earnest. A single hand cups your cheek as he approaches, pausing to feel and taste your breath as it drifts into his mouth.

Itachi's kiss is barely there, like he's afraid of breaking glass. If you want to kiss deeper, you'll need to go in and get it yourself. Just don't mistake delicacy for a lack of interest. This is the most of his body he has ever given in his entire life. Just give him time.

A wedding song for you: Herbal Tea by Velvet Moon or Here For You by Good Co

[cosmic-glow]

Request: "May I request soft akatsuki headcannons for a reader who loves to bake and cook? It's a passion of mine, and a great stress reliever! There's nothing I won't try and try to make!"

Notes: First of all, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond 😭 I also like cooking and I completely agree with you! I hope you like what I wrote, good reading!

"Are you hungry, love?"- Akatsuki

Warnings: no pronouns; no use of "y/n"; pure cuteness. Gender: Soft Headcanons. Characters: Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Kakuzu; Hidan; Zetsu; Tobi/Obito; Pein; Konan.

Itachi Uchiha

He always offers you help in the kitchen.

He is very picky when cooking for someone but is easily satisfied with whatever you cook for him.

He feels obligated to return the favor by cooking for you too. That's why he took charge of breakfast, always waking up before you to prepare what you like.

Likes hot foods and pasta. Loves handmade sweets.

He prefers traditional foods, but accepts trying new flavors when he's with you.

He loves going out to buy new ingredients with you, he knows a lot about the subject and would be of great help.

Kisame Hoshigaki

You know that popular saying that the best way to conquer a man is through his stomach? It applies very well to this man.

He likes to be spoiled with food and will be grateful for it so.. please cook for him.

His heart feels warm when he comes home and smells something delicious you are preparing.

He likes foods with a sweet and sour taste, and he loves meat. He also loves sweets, so it's not hard to please Kisame.

He loves trying new flavors with you. If you want, he'll even help you in the kitchen, but he's not very good (he's a bit clumsy).

He'll find a way to say thank you, whether it's washing the dishes, giving gifts, taking you out to eat, all of the above, whatever you prefer.

He's the kind of guy who would eat what you prepared even if it was completely burnt if he knew you put effort into it.

Deidara

He likes fast food, but is very happy when you cook for him.

Thanks to you, he's starting to eat more healthily, because he has a childish palate and is very resistant to exploring new flavors.

He likes spicy foods because are like an explosion in the mouth.

"I have to say, honey, your cooking is an art!" - he says with his mouth full when he really likes it.

One of his favorite moments of the day is when you're eating something you've prepared or he's bought, watching a movie and talking about anything.

It's something very simple, but if you make a cake just for him on his birthday, he'll feel so loved that he might even cry a little.

(Sometimes he brags to the other members about having such a skilled s/o in the kitchen).

But please keep this boy the hell away from the kitchen! When I say he's a complete chaos cooking, it's because the kitchen almost always explodes! Literally!

Sasori

He often forgets that he still needs to eat due to his puppet body, so he's grateful that you remind him. He still needs to eat a little every now and then to ensure a bit of vital energy or something.

And yes, that was the lie he invented to not disappoint you. And regardless of whether you believed it or not, he always eats your food, even though he knows how much work it will take to clean his insides afterwards (don't worry, he'll probably come up with something to solve this).

Understand, he lied because he knows how important cooking is to you, he sees how much you work at it, but had the misfortune of being with a guy who doesn't need to eat… but he couldn't risk hurting you for something that's his fault.

Sasori only eats your food and no one else's, no matter how much they insist.

He likes foods with strong spices, he no longer feels flavors in the same way as when he was a human.

At the end of every meal, he politely thanks you for the delicious food and offers to help with the dishes.

Kakuzu

He likes hot, very hot, and traditional foods. Doesn't like sweets.

He's great in the kitchen and sometimes cooks for you too, as a thank you. Kakuzu has many years of experience in the kitchen, take the opportunity to ask questions and get some tips, he may not show it but he really likes to help you.

Maybe you don't know, but Kakuzu practically never eats out, he knows that some people want him dead and could easily poison his food. So for him to eat everything you prepare without hesitation is really a great show of trust.

He is very silent while eating, but he doesn't mind if you want to talk about your day, he will be listening to every part.

He really appreciates your food, getting involved and asking about the spices you used, how you prepared it, he really likes it when you test a new recipe.

Always at the end of every meal he thanks you for the food and gets up before you to clear the table and wash the dishes, a silent way of thanking you.

Hidan

Spicy and crunchy foods and sour desserts, it's true heaven for him...

As incredible as it may seem, Hidan is very picky about his food, it's unbearable to go out to eat with him, it seems like he always makes a point of finding some flaw.

But it's the total opposite with you, he eats everything you prepare without complaining too much, just teasing you a little as always. Except if he is angry with you for some reason, then he will be impossible, no matter what you prepared, he will not eat it.

Hidan has a very annoying childhood palate, so don't force him to eat something he doesn't really like, like vegetables for example.

You'll probably have some arguments about him drink any kind of blood but not wanting to eat the soup you made (for example), but it won't change anything.

Whenever you enter the kitchen, Hidan follows right behind to find out what you're going to prepare and also because he loves to annoy you while you're cooking. He tickles you, bites you, hugs you, kisses you and even steals some utensils to disturb you before you kick him out of the kitchen.

Zetsu

He likes meat a lot, in fact you thought it was the only thing he could eat.

He is very impatient and even hugs you trying to convince you to let him eat before you finish.

"I don't care that it's not ready yet and it's raw, I'm hungry, love. Let me eat it just the way it is."

Not a very good critic of your recipes, he will eat literally anything you put in front of him and thank you for it.

You are the one who teaches him to have a more refined palate and he loves trying new flavors with you.

Zetsu grows a vegetable garden just for you, with everything you need fresh and tasty for your recipes.

Tobi/Obito Uchiha

Tobi >loves< sweets, make sweets for him and you'll have him curled up in the palm of your hand.

Both Tobi and Obito don't like spicy food.

He feels so loved when you cook for him <3 (a tip: prepare ramen for him when he's sad, it'll make him feel better).

Whenever he comes home early he brings you some sweets he bought at the bakery as a treat.

This is another man who is very easy to win over with his stomach. He'll feel very special if you tell him you've prepared something just for him. Make him your guinea pig for new recipes, he really doesn't mind and always gives you great feedback.

He always offers you the first bite out of respect, he is as happy to see you eating and talking about how tasty it is as he is to eat something you prepared.

Pein

Pein went through long periods of starvation as a child, so as much as it may seem, he isn't very picky about what he eats.

Likes hot and spicy foods. Hate sweets.

He is a great fan of your food, even if you've accidentally burnt it or overdone the seasoning, he'll be happy to eat something you've lovingly prepared.

Due to his work as leader of Akatsuki, he often forgets to eat properly. It's you who show up at his office and remind him to eat, with something you've prepared in hand, he's really grateful for your care.

He is always attentive to your needs. Did you like a cuter utensil kit than the ones you have? Are your. Wanting new seasonings? Suddenly they appear in your pantry. Everything you need.

Pein always makes it clear how he likes you to cook but that he doesn't want you to be overwhelmed with it, so he does everything to make this task easier for you, including ordering something from restaurants for you to eat and enjoy your free time together.

Konan

He likes mild sweets and, ironically, spicy foods. (Please make sweets for Konan, she likes a lot).

She will always feel like she is bothering or burdening you when you cook for her.

Konan isn't that good in the kitchen, so she's grateful to have a s/o who cooks so well. Sometimes she watches you cook to try to learn something, in an attempt to return the favor one day.

Buy a lot of sweets for you and make a point of always keeping your pantry well stocked so you don't have to worry about buying ingredients.

As I said, Konan doesn't like to burden you, so very often she takes you on restaurant dates.

Konan loves the culinary tours you plan, she could listen to you talk for hours about techniques, recipes and ideas. She loves seeing how excited you get talking about it.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

Masterlist

[ijustwanttoreadfanfictionplease]

Hey Baby!

My FIRST Naruto Smau ! You text the Akatsuki Short because I was trying out the infamous MeMi messaging app to make this. Again, I've never tried anything like this but I've read a TON of JJK and Naruto Smau (but not much Akatsuki!) And wanted to try 🤞

Features: Madara, Konan, Pein, Tobi /Obito, Zetsu, Sasori, Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Kakuzu

[wing-ed-thing]

Three-Man Squad Relationship Headcanons with Deidara and Sasori

Tags: No Reader Pronouns, Canon-Typical Violence, Poisoning Mentions

𓆃 It’s less like being stuck in the middle of an argument and more like being stuck in the middle of a pseudo-intellectual hell where one side clearly cares a lot more than the other

𓆃 Sure, like with all members of the Akatsuki, you might have to worry about an assassination attempt, but honestly, one of your partners killing you is the least of your worries.

𓆃 What you should worry about is the never-ending pissing match between Sasori and Deidara. Not to mention that they’re both on exact opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to interacting with you

𓆃 Deidara is the most vocal about his art and jutsu. He always wants to show you something, usually in the most annoying way possible. Whether it’s waking you up so he can put a literal bomb in your hand or just blowing micro-explosions up in your face, he can and will get your attention

𓆃 You’ll be half asleep, and Deidara will put a clay creation in your hand for you to feel the craftsmanship, and he can and will blow it up when you’re still holding it

𓆃 He actually prefers it that way

𓆃 You definitely have some sort of poisoning from the detonation

𓆃 Sasori is always tinkering with something and barely paying attention to anything you say, which would be tolerable if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s also secretly a show-off

𓆃 Sasori constantly makes snide and passive-aggressive comments, all while holding up his craftsmanship as superior. He won’t outwardly demand that you look at his work, but he will patronize you and step on your mission role to handle things himself

𓆃 It’s easier not to take sides when the bickering happens. Neither can really let it go, despite Sasori always acting like he’s above it. 

𓆃 Deidara never stops talking about art once he’s in the zone, and Sasori’s snide remarks spur him on further. Both of them are too prideful to conceed

𓆃 It’s fun playing referee for their sparring matches. Sometimes, when the conversation gets heated, the two of them fight. They fight until Deidara gets knocked out, Sasori gets bored, or they recklessly get too low on chakra

𓆃 If you’re ever in a pinch and need an assist, Deidara likes to make a big show of saving you. 

𓆃 “That’ll show you to admire my art!” “My superior artwork comes to the rescue yet again!”

𓆃 Sasori is the type to grab you by the back of your collar and drag you out of the way at close range. He thinks it’s funny to attach chakra strings to you before swooping in with his battle puppets

𓆃 In fact, he thinks it’s funny and convenient to do that even when you’re not on the battlefield. If Sasori wants your attention and you don’t hear him, he will physically turn you around from whatever you’re doing

𓆃 You’ve started to feel the tiny attachment of chakra strings in your sleep. You’ve started to brush them away like spiderwebs

𓆃 Deidara likes to walk around with his shirt off. On days he’s feeling generous, he’ll let you do his hair. It’s kinda become a bonding thing between the two of you. Sometimes he’ll yammer on about something, and you pass the time by braiding his hair. 

𓆃 You remembered being able to do Hiruko’s hair once. You don’t remember why Sasori allowed it.

𓆃 “Yeah, whatever, but if you get poisoned I’m not giving you an antidote...” 

𓆃 You’re as close as an Akatsuki three-man squad will get. There’s a certain amount of healthy distrust, but at the end of the day, Sasori and Deidara are sentimental and enjoy the company... for now...

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[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.

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🏮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 😘

[ladykissingfish]

Sasori: Alright, dear, I’ll be going now. *tucks Deidara into his bed and smooths his hair back from his forehead* Sleep well.

Deidara: I’d sleep better if I didn’t know you were going to spend time with him again.

Sasori: Deidara. We’ve been over this and over this, haven’t we? 

Deidara: Yes. Doesn’t make me feel any better about it, hm.

Sasori: Dei. I don’t sleep. Itachi is a chronic insomniac. All we do is sit in the living room and talk about the books we’re reading. That’s all, I promise that’s all. 

Deidara: You know how I feel about that goddamned red-eyed weasel …

Sasori: Well, I hate to inform you, but, that feeling you possess is not mutual. He asks about you all the time. He can’t understand why you avoid him the way you do. And if you’re so worried about the two of us, you know you’re always welcome to join us.

Deidara: And talk about those boring books you guys read? 

Sasori: We can talk about other things, too. Art, for example. He has some pretty interesting opinions on the matter, and I know that he’d be thrilled if you listened to them.

Deidara: You know what? Fine. *gets out of bed* I’ll come out there with you guys tonight, hm.

Sasori: T-tonight? Er, perhaps it should be at a time when you’re a bit more prepared. We sit up fairly late and you don’t do very well with little sleep, and —

Deidara: Too late now, Danna, hm. And I’m not some little baby! I can last with you both!

*some time later, in the living room*

Itachi: — but the use of color is what’s most striking to me. I think the boldness of the reds and golds is really what makes those types of paintings masterpieces. What do you think, Deidara?

Deidara, his entire body slumped against Sasori: *loud snore*

[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."

[bun-parade]

I can't stop thinking about Sukuna forming a mouth in the palm of his hand so he can cup your pussy and eat it til you cry 😵‍💫

Fucker would be telling you how good you taste on his hand while he plucks your nipples almost to the point of pain. And then chuckles and makes fun of you for being such a loud, needy slut as his mouth hand starts tongue fucking you while the teeth graze your clit.

[indigosuvi]

PDA With The Akatsuki - Part 1

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 299 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version | Part 2

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

Deidara

Hand holding, an arm around you, maybe a couple of kisses. It doesn't bother him, but he wouldn't be as extreme as Hidan.

Hidan

An arm around you, a hand up your shirt, a hand on your ass. Would honestly do you in front of everyone, if you let him. If they don't like it, they can leave.

Kakuzu

He's counting his money. Maybe hand holding, but you can wait until later for anything else.

Kisame

Would hold hands, kiss, anything that isn't too extreme and private. As long as you're okay with it.

Nagato (Pain)

An arm around you or hand holding, occasionally. He doesn't like displaying affection but also doesn't want you to think you don't like him.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

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[aquariius-rising]

Studio Sessions - Chapter 1

pairing: Musician!Deidara x Popstar!Reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), alcohol use, drug use, sexual content, explicit language, mention of weight loss/working out to lose weight

wc: 4k+

This is my very first fanfic since I was a teenager, I hope you enjoy &lt;;3 

Deidara stormed into his record label, dressed in the same clothes from the night before and with a screaming hangover. He’d woken (at 1 PM) up to several news outlets reporting that his record label greenlit a collaboration between him and the hottest name in pop music right now, [y/n].

Deidara had several problems with the news, but the fact that he had no idea about the collaboration sent him over the edge. He knew his label wanted to change his image after his most recent EP didn’t chart, but this was too much. 

He passed the receptionist without sparing her more than a withering glare when she tried to ask him to swipe his ID card. The security guard almost stopped him but hesitated when he saw Deidara’s clenched fist. He knew Deidara was an artist, so he’d let the breach go this time. 

He slammed the glass door to his manager’s office open, startling everyone. 

“Itachi, tell me you’re fucking joking, yeah,” he said. Itachi Uchiha, ever the stoic, barely registered the blonde’s fury. 

“People have been loving cross-genre collaborations, Deidara,” he said simply. “Your album sales were among the worst across the entire label. We need to broaden your fanbase,”

“No,” Deidara seethed. His band had a cult following for their underground edge, so to collaborate with someone so mainstream would destroy his relationship with his most dedicated fans. 

So what if his last show had to be moved to a downtown bar because they only sold a fraction of tickets at the original venue? In Deidara’s opinion, he’d rather be an unknown than sell out. 

“I’m not collaborating with some goddamn corporate, brainless, incel’s wet dream–”

“I’d like to think I’m more of an e-boy wet dream myself,” you said, twirling a lock of your (h/c) hair. Deidara froze and turned to face you. “But that’s just my opinion,”

Gods. He hadn’t noticed you. Without your usual glam, you looked different. Good different. Though you were in a simple lounge outfit, the fabric clung to your body perfectly. His gaze briefly dropped to your cleavage before his gaze snapped back to yours. 

Of course, you’d seen everything, which somehow made him angrier. There was amusement in your eyes that made it clear that you thought the situation, and therefore Deidara, was a joke. 

At that moment, he knew you’d be a pain in his ass. 

“Anyway,” Itachi continued. Deidara tore his eyes from you to look back at his manager. “With [name] working on her second album, she’d be the perfect match for a collaboration,” 

Itachi watched the artist’s reaction to the news. He figured he’d be pissed because that was Deidara. He had a horrible temper and a habit of becoming destructive when angry. 

His anger and penchant for starting fires helped fuel his sound, so there was a tense acceptance of his horrible public image. 

Lately, his outbursts began to escalate. A journalist panned his work online? The next day, his car exploded mysteriously on his way to work. A concert venue canceled on the band at the last minute to book a comedian? The place burns down the night before the performance. It became a bigger problem than Itachi bargained for. 

Over the years, Itachi advocated for Deidara to the C-suite more than once. The man was an artist in the purest sense, and with refinement, he could become a household name. 

He’d get over the embarrassment of working with someone new because there wasn’t another option. 

Collaborating with you would place Deidara in front of millions of young fans. It was a brilliant marketing move and an easy win for you, Deidara, and Itachi. 

When Itachi first contacted your team, you were conflicted. Unbeknownst to anyone, you’d been a fan of Deidara for years. You knew his reputation from the dozens of tabloids featuring him and a rotating cast of models, actresses, and other singers who’d been unfortunate enough to think they could change him. 

He was known for being a heartbreaker and a menace, someone you’d never be foolish enough to bring home, not even for a night. 

So, why did your skin feel electric when he checked you out a few minutes ago? 

You continued to assess him silently. His ice-blue eyes were sharp with self-righteous anger. You swore you could see the faintest smudge of black liner on his lower eyelids. 

His long blonde hair, tousled from the abrupt start to his day, fell just below his collarbone. You almost wanted to touch it, to feel it between your fingers. 

The man was beautiful. Beautiful and off-limits. 

You cleared your throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“I’m happy to work with Deidara if he’s agreeable,” you said, looking Deidara, then Itachi in the eyes. Itachi nodded, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

“I’m so glad to hear that, y/n. I’ll contact your team later today with the next steps,” Itachi said. You bowed your head in acknowledgment before turning back to Deidara. You wondered what his next move would be, given that his display didn’t scare you. 

Deidara, outnumbered, flopped into an empty chair across from you. “Fine,” he huffed, scowling back at you. “I’m letting you know right now that I won’t make some shitty teenybopper anthem, yeah,” You laughed. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your manager rented studio time for you and Deidara a few days after your first meeting with Deidara in a pretty townhouse downtown. It wasn’t too far from your apartment, so you took advantage of the nice weather and walked. 

Itachi told you he’d be stopping by to check in but never gave you a time. So, here you were, alone - 15 minutes after you’d agreed to meet Deidara. 

The room was silent. You checked your phone for at least the 10th time, disappointed that there were no new notifications. 

Rather than wallow in resentment, you began to scroll Deidara’s Instagram. It was a collection of random moments with no intention, and you wondered if the record label even had access to his account. 

His posts ranged from videos with his tattoo artist to backstage pictures with his band. You zoomed in on a picture of him from about eight months ago. He was performing at a small venue. He held his mic stand above his head, his impressive shoulders on display. You zoomed in on his left arm to look at the tattoo. 

To your horror, a red heart floated in the center of the picture before fading away. You dropped your phone as though the mistake burned your fingertips. 

‘What the hell do I do?!’ 

You’d simply pretend nothing happened. You doubted Deidara even paid attention to his Instagram likes. 

‘No harm, no foul,” you thought to yourself as you began to write.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Deidara’s bedroom was also quiet, besides the lewd sound of sucking. The starlet he’s been fucking on and off wanted to stop by, and he was more than happy to send a car to pick her up. 

They’d seen each other much more frequently after her latest movie was the subject of harsh criticism. It didn’t matter that the critics were correct. What did matter was how her pretty mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as she struggled to take his length.

She struggled to keep his precum and her saliva from making a mess on her face. He continued to push her head down anyway, reveling in the feeling of her very talented tongue on the underside of his cock. Deidara didn’t care if he ruined her makeup. It wasn’t like he needed to preserve her reputation. 

Bucking his hips, he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged, tears beginning to well in the outer corners of her eyes. She looked so dumb, letting Deidara fuck her throat. 

She was kneeling between his legs, one hand pumping his shaft as she sucked him off. He noticed her rubbing her pussy in a vain attempt to make herself cum. Poor thing hadn’t even worn panties underneath her tiny black skirt. He knew she was desperate to be fucked.

“Such a bad girl, touching yourself while you suck me off like a little slut” he spat. She moaned in response, and the vibrations sent shivers down his spine. He continued to bully her mouth, forcing himself deeper into the tight cavern of her throat. 

When she released his length with an obscene pop to lick his balls, Deidara thought he just might die. His nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing to no avail.

Somehow, his thoughts drifted from the woman in his bedroom to you. The way you seemed to be amused by him drove him insane. He thought of how you laughed at his (benign) threat and tensed.

His grip on her hair tightened as he felt pressure build at the base of his stomach. 

Before he could refocus, he felt himself cum all over the woman’s face and hair. He checked his clock. It was the time he was supposed to meet you. Oops.

“I have somewhere to be,” Deidara said to his companion, who began to protest, much to his annoyance. 

He ignored her complaints as he grabbed a towel from his bedside table, cleaned himself, and tossed it to her.  

“I can’t do this anymore, Deidara,” she whined. “You’ve ruined my hair!” Deidara rolled his eyes. Somehow, this woman was more dramatic in real life than onscreen. 

“You texted me, remember?” he asked, barely looking at her as he changed clothes. He grabbed his phone and checked his notifications. Nothing unusual.

 Nothing, except a new Instagram like from you. 

‘Interesting,’ he mused. 

Deidara hated social media for the most part. It was only good for picking a groupie to fuck when he was on tour or to contact his dealer. The only reason he even made an Instagram account was because Itachi forced him to. 

When he clicked on the notification, he was surprised to see which photo you liked. It was an older photo that would have required you to scroll for a while. 

‘Very interesting,’ he thought to himself. It seems that you were more curious than you let on this morning. 

“-Are you even fucking listening to me?” Deidara was brought back to reality by his guest, whose face was bright red. Her eyes were nearly bulging from yelling at him. She was on the verge of tears. Again. 

He grabbed his keys and jacket and opened the front door, motioning for her to leave.  

“Whatever, Sakura, I’ll pay for your Uber home, then we can call it even,”

“MY NAME IS INO, ASSHOLE,”

—----------------------------------------------------------------------

You were beginning to lose patience. It was an hour past your agreed-upon meeting time, and you were ready to call it a night. You considered calling Itachi to explain what happened when you heard a knock. 

You hesitantly opened the door to see Deidara leaning casually against the door frame. He looked more rested than this afternoon, relaxed even. He’d changed into a fitted white t-shirt and low-rise dark jeans. His bomber jacket, which had become somewhat of a signature look for him, was slung over his shoulder. He looked good. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t enjoy taking time out of your day to wait on someone who didn’t even have the decency to let you know he’d be late. 

“What took you so long? You’re over an hour late,” you asked. Deidara raised an eyebrow. He was always late to his sessions. It was his trademark. Frankly, he was irritated that you’d rather waste time arguing about this. 

“I’m always late. You can get over it or leave,” he replied, walking past you. You glared at the back of his head. You were hopeful that you’d be able to work together, but this was not getting off to a good start. 

 “I got started while I was waiting. You can look at what I’ve got,” you mumbled, motioning toward your workspace. Deidara picked up your notebook and read your writing silently, his face expressionless. 

“S’pretty good so far,” he said after a few minutes. You sighed in relief. 

“Pretty good for some fucking advertisement, un,” he chuckled, tossing the notebook aside. The nerve of this guy! You sat back down, shell-shocked at Deidara’s audacity. You took a deep breath to control the anger that was forming. 

“Well,” you said carefully. “What were you thinking?” 

‘Put the ball back in his court, make him feel special. Guys love that’ you thought. 

Deidara thought for a moment before he pulled what appeared to be a rolled cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He took a deep drag and exhaled toward you. 

‘Is that – ?!’ Drug use was an inevitable part of being in the music industry. While you weren’t one to judge, you didn’t partake in anything besides alcohol. 

You fanned the foul-smelling smoke from your face. Deidara chuckled at your discomfort and offered the joint to you. 

“D’you smoke, un?” he asked, pretending he didn’t see your horrified reaction. You shook your head. 

“I don’t, but thanks anyway,” you said, smiling weakly. “Did you have any ideas for our single?” you asked, trying to change the subject. Deidara took another hit.

“Nah, I prefer to let inspiration hit me, yeah,” he replied. His eyes looked far away. 

You didn’t want to ruin his vibe, but your patience had worn thin. If he had shown up on time, or at least let you know he was running late, you might be more amenable to his “creative process” 

You stood from the table. “I’m going to take a quick break,” you said curtly, grabbing your phone and jacket before walking outside. You didn’t wait to hear a reaction or response.

The sun had set, draping the city in a deep violet color. You loved how nighttime transformed everything about where you lived. The buildings twinkled, reflecting headlights and neon signs. The city slowed down as people were no longer rushing to get to and from work. 

Running your fingers through your hair, you pulled out your phone and called your manager, Sasuke Uchiha. 

“[y/n]? Is everything okay?” he asked. Sasuke had been the person to discover you. He’d been a great friend and a steady presence in your rapidly changing life. 

“No, Sasuke, everything is not okay,” you said, finally allowing your voice to break. “Deidara is the most arrogant and disrespectful asshole I’ve ever met. He came an hour late, without calling, and called my writing ‘advertisement music’! I don’t know if we can work together,” you said. Sasuke was silent for a minute before sighing. 

“Go home for the night. I’ll speak to Itachi,” he said. “Please don’t give up on this until we talk again, okay?” You took a steadying breath.

“Okay,” you affirmed. Sasuke has always maintained your best interest; if he wants you to try to stick it out, you could do that for him. 

You glanced back at the brownstone apartment, unsure for the first time in your career. This feature wasn’t necessary for you, but you wanted to work with an artist whose discography you admired. It would be a creative exercise, a challenge. It was so disappointing he couldn’t try to be cordial. 

You returned to your shared space with a meek smile. Deidara was leaning back in his chair, on his phone. He looked immune to the tension between you. 

“I think you’re right,” you said, packing your things. “I’m going to head home tonight. Maybe we can do some brainstorming on our own before we meet up again,” 

Deidara was a little taken aback. He hadn’t meant to upset you; his antipathy wasn’t toward you; no, it was toward his label for coming up with such a stupid idea in the first place. 

He watched you silently as you packed your bag and left, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

“Night,” you said, opening the front door and walking out. You didn’t bother to close the door behind you. 

Deidara watched you from the threshold as you disappeared into the night before his vision focused on a particularly irritated Itachi Uchiha, who stood in front of his black car across the street with his arms crossed. 

His eyes, the color of freshly spilled blood, bore into his blue ones. Deidara could feel the anger rolling off of the quiet man as he approached. Itachi stalked into the studio and pulled the door closed behind him. 

“Itachi I–,” Deidara began weakly. Itachi held up a hand, silencing the blonde artist. 

“I think you forget the situation you’ve created for yourself,” Itachi began. “You sent a journalist to the hospital because he called your EP unfocused, which it was. You should be in jail, but I put my career on the line for you. Now, you can’t even try to work with [y/n]?” 

Deidara flinched. He knew Itachi pulled strings for him and was eternally grateful for that. 

“[y/n] seems nice, but I don’t understand why I should be happy about this. I didn't sign up to become some puppet for the label, cranking out songs with no soul, un,” 

Itachi rubbed his temple. “Deidara, you have talent, but talent alone doesn't pay the bills. Your last project didn't do well, and Uchiha Records has invested a lot in you. They expect a return,” Deidara sagged his shoulders. 

“You will make this right, Deidara,” Itachi warned. “You will stay here tonight and work, reach out to [y/n] tomorrow, and apologize for wasting her time. If you don’t, the label will drop you,” 

Deidara nearly choked on his spit. To be dropped by his label would mean his hard work these past years would have been for nothing. He nodded stiffly. Sensing Deidara understood the severity of his situation, Itachi began to leave. 

“And, by the way, Ino’s manager called me earlier. Please try not to kick her out of your place while she’s crying next time. I had to pay good money to keep photos of her from leaking,”

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When you returned to your apartment, your roommates were already enjoying their weekly reality TV binge. The living room was extra cozy, with pillows and throw blankets covering the couch. Snacks covered the coffee table, and a bottle of wine sat open and within reach. 

You ran to your room, dropped your things onto the bed, and changed into your pajamas before joining them on the couch. 

“You’re home early,” Jun noticed, worry noticeable on her delicate features. She paused the episode just as a woman was about to confront her frenemy for planning a rival charity gala. Your other roommate, Sara, brought an extra wine glass and poured a healthy amount before handing it to you.

“Your time with Deidara…?” she started. You groaned and took a large swig of wine. 

“He showed up an hour late, told me I had no talent, and then started smoking weed,” you said. Your shoulders sagged as the weight of today finally caught up with you. Sara whistled, and Jun’s eyes went wide. 

“What the hell is his problem? It’s not like you’re on the same level, you’re doing this as a favor to him!” Sara said with a scowl. You shrugged and resumed the show, settling in for an evening of trashy TV and girl time. 

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You’d finally relaxed after a few glasses of wine and a half sleeve of cookies. You didn’t want to think about what your trainer would inflict on you when you met with her again. 

The frustration of the day had finally dulled enough for you to enjoy the messy storylines of the women on screen. 

Sara and Jun were committed to turning your evening around, so they kept you laughing with irreverent jokes and funny videos on their phones. When your cell phone vibrated, you didn’t think anything of it. 

[maybe: deidara]: hey, this is deidara 

‘What the hell?’ you re-read the text. You must be hallucinating from a combination of wine and a lack of sleep. Jun, sensing your change in mood, leaned closer to you. Her eyes went wide when she read the text. 

“Sara, you’re going to want to see this,” she said, nudging your red-haired friend. Sara climbed over Jun to read the text and shot up from her place on the sofa. 

“The best he can do is: Hey, this is Deidara?” She yelled, pointing a finger at you. “No apology? No Venmo notification for coffee?” You looked down at the message again. 

“My read receipts are on, so I kinda have to respond,” you said sheepishly. Sara rolled her eyes. 

“This is why I told you to turn those off,” She said smugly.  She took your phone, typed a message, and gave it back. 

[you]: what do you want? 

You quickly typed a follow-up, not wanting to appear rude. 

[you]: sorry, that was my roommate. What’s up?

His response came quickly. 

[maybe: deidara]: no worries, i didn’t know you had a roommate. i just wanted to let you know i had some ideas that could use your feedback. i’m free this friday.

“He wants to meet on Friday,” you muttered. This time, Jun took your phone to respond before handing it back to you. 

[you]: i can be free if you apologize for today 😉

You felt your face get warm. What if Jun’s response made their relationship worse?

[maybe: deidara]: fair enough. What if i bring takeout? i know a great spot for Chinese food. Do you drink?

Feeling emboldened, you took a selfie with the empty wine bottle. 

[you]: I do indeed

You watched him type his response. 

[maybe: deidara]: i’ll get us a bottle of wine

[maybe: deidara]: cute pjs btw. You should post this on Instagram. I can like it and return the favor. 

‘Fuck,’ you thought to yourself. So Deidara did look at his likes. You wanted to be embarrassed, but you felt a little giddy. 

You felt your face get hot. Sara and Jun exchanged looks with each other. 

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Deidara left the studio about 10 minutes after he knew Itachi was gone. He felt the smallest amount of guilt for how he treated you. It wasn’t your fault his label was forcing him to do this. 

He needed a drink. 

He took a cab to one of his favorite bars, the Hideout, and sat at the bar. His server was a pretty brunette with the sexiest tattoos he’d ever seen. They’d had their share of fun, but he learned she was married when her husband showed up to his place and busted his lip a few months ago.

She smirked and handed him his usual before turning her attention to the other patrons. 

“You look like you’ve got a stick up your ass,” his drinking buddy, a religious fanatic named Hidan yelled. The silver-haired man was already intoxicated, a deep flush on his cheeks as he leaned too far in Deidara’s direction. 

“It’s nothing, un,” Deidara replied curtly, taking a drink. He just wanted to forget the past few hours. Between whatever her name was’s meltdown and the knowledge that his career was on the rocks, Deidara felt drained.

“You will stay here tonight and work, reach out to [y/n] tomorrow, and apologize for wasting her time. If you don’t, the label will drop you,”  Itachi’s words rang in his head as he ordered another drink, then a third. 

He checked his phone. He had a text from Itachi with your contact information. 

‘I’d better reach out if I still want a job,” he thought bitterly. He sent the first text as he finished his third drink. 

He was surprised when you responded twice in a row. He chuckled. 

As it turns out, talking to you wasn’t too bad. You weren’t a drag, and you seemed pretty funny. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so painful. 

[yowyowyaoi]

*Tobi and Deidara in the living room, dancing around to the song "Monster Mash"* Hidan, walking in: What the fuck -- ? What in the hell are you two gay-asses doing?! Deidara: It's called having a good time, hm. You should try it sometime. Tobi: C'mon, Hidan-senpai! Come dance with us! Hidan: In the first place, this song is stupid. Second, you dickwads are too old to be dancing around like idiots. And third -- *Kakuzu walks in and his eyes widen* Kakuzu: Goodness ... I haven't heard this song in ages. It used to be one of my favorites around this time of year, when I was younger. Kakuzu: *takes off his mask and headwrap, revealing a big smile* Kakuzu: *holds out his hand to Hidan* Brat. Dance with me? Hidan: Hidan, blushing and taking Kakuzu's hand: Best song ever.