#Nagato x reader

[ziinesso]

"The nicest thing I’ve been told?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I don't remember."

"Come on C/N, there must be something."

"Well, there is something."

"Tell me then."

"You… You are a kind person."

"Really?"

"Yes. You are a kind person. That’s it."

"But... why?"

"Because no one had ever told me. That's why. No one had ever spoken such nice… such sweet words to me. And her eyes were so pure, so certain. I couldn't help but believe her. I couldn't doubt them. Her eyes, her words. They were filled with affection. And all of it was meant for me."

"Who was it?"

"Y/N, my wife."

- gaara, madara, nagato (nt) ; levi (aot) ; katakuri (op) ; sanzu (tr)

[obitos-whore]

The Akatsuki members as your boyfriend/girlfriend

I'll be brutally honest here and won't sugarcoat things.

TW: toxic relationships, mention of manipulation, stalking and death threats, mention of sex, criminals trying to encourage you to commit theft and murder (y'know, the usual Akatsuki shenanigans)

18+, Minors do not interact!

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Pain/Nagato

• Due to him being the leader of Amegakure and the Akatsuki (and a God), he's busy most of the time. But that doesn't mean he's unaware of the things you're up to

• He uses his rain to track your every move whenever you're out and about in the village and tasks Konan with keeping watch over you. And in case she is away on a mission, he will use one of the other Pains' to make sure you "Stay out of trouble"

• Despite his usually cold and distant demeanor, he can be surprisingly attentive and even affectionate. Not overly of course, but every once in a while, a small remnant of the old Nagato shines through

• Not that big on pet names and actually prefers calling you by your real name. Might relent and call you something like "Treasure" or "Little one"

Konan

• Very sweet and caring girlfriend who tends to be a bit overprotective (can't blame her though *cough* Yahiko *cough*)

• Can be quite possessive too and, although she does give you a lot of freedom, uses her mere presence to intimidate anyone who even thinks of trying to woo, or worse, harm you

• Only you are blessed to see her attentive and loving side. But the thing is: Konan, being a victim of many losses throughout her life, also tends to love bomb you every chance she gets. Means her affection can sometimes be suffocating, even if she genuinely means well

• "Honey", "Sweetie", and "Gorgeous" are her top three favourite pet names for you

Itachi

• One of the few Akatsuki members who actually treats you right and doesn't throw insults at you, threatens to kill you, manipulates you or straight up ignores you

• Attentive and caring. He'll notice and remember the smallest things about you and will try to surprise you with your favourite things as much as he can

• You, along with Sasuke, are his top priority

• Calls you "Dear" and "Love"

• Only calls you by your pet name when the two of you are alone. Not out of embarrassment, but calling you by your pet name is something intimate to him and he'd like to keep such things private

Kisame

• Like Itachi, Kisame is one of the few who treats his partner with respect and sees them as equals and not some annoying baggage that he somehow ended up carrying with him and can do with as he pleases

• Considering his strength, enormous size and past, he's surprisingly gentle with his significant other. Both physically and emotionally, although he will be blunt if something bothers him

• Pretty chill dude who literally never gets jealous and lets you do whatever you want and hang out with whoever you want. Not because he doesn't care, but because he actually got some healthy self-esteem and also has faith in your abilities

• Likes to call you "Shortie" and "Smartass" when he feels mischievous and "Sugar" when he's being genuinely affectionate

Tobi/Obito

• Actually very possessive of you (but in subtle, almost "innocent" way) and makes sure you never stray out of his sight, or, Jashin forbid, get 'too comfy' with others

• He's as shameless as he is chaotic and will flirt with you and even make some inappropriate jokes in front of everyone just to see you get embarrassed and blush

• Teases you a lot in a playful way and always makes up for it by giving you lots and lots of cuddles afterwards

• Whenever he doesn't get his way, he will manipulate and guilt trip you by whining and fake sobbing while making himself look like a kicked puppy until you give in to his demands

• His pet names for you are "Dearie" and "Sweetheart"

Sasori

• If there's even a smidge of humanity left in him, you're definitely the only one who gets to see it

• He understands the concept of love and physical affection. But since he's a literal puppet, he doesn't need either of those. Lucky for you though, he will at least try to meet your physical and emotional needs. Don't expect too much though

• While Sasori is usually good with words and knows how to get his message across flawlessly most of the time, he sometimes says the weirdest and most unsettling shit that he perceives as a genuine compliment, but others find... strange. On several occasions, Sasori has complimented your appearance, comparing it to a true work of art, while in the same sentence expressing his desire to preserve that beauty by turning you into a puppet

• Don't even try your luck with asking him to be intimate with you. The answer will always be a firm "No"

• Doesn't bother with cutesy names and will just call you by your real name. Although, if he feels like it, he'll be calling you "Darling"

Deidara

• Deidara, as we all know, is quite impulsive and often lets his frustrations out on you, either by lashing out on you verbally, or during sex. Though he definitely prefers the latter

• He has a sketchbook full of drawings of you which he's too embarrassed of to admit its existence to you

• Just like Tobi, he's pretty shameless when it comes to flirting with you when others are around. Loves to make sexual jokes and comments and if you wear something he really likes, he'll make sure that everyone knows his honest opinion about it

• "Beautiful" and "Babe" are his go to pet names for you

Hidan

• This man is a walking red flag and dull as a rock when it comes to romance and feelings (and the fact that he's a sadistic psychopath doesn't really help here)

• Doesn't care about anniversaries, mainly because he forgets them. But he's also not big on things like cuddling or hand holding

• Threatens to sacrifice you to Jashin quite regularly whenever he's annoyed by something you did or said

• He's by far the worst when it comes to decency, because that's one of the many things he lacks. When he's horny, the entirety of the Akatsuki will know about it. Whether it be with his inappropriate comments and suggestive choice of words, or the fact that he's raw dogging you somewhere less private

• Doesn't really care much about pet names. When he feels like calling you something 'sweet', it'll be something like "Doll", "Babe" or "Cunt"

Kakuzu

• That old cheapskate doesn't even remember how he ended up with you, or why he even bothers with keeping you around. To him, you're loud, annoying and worst of all, expensive

• Has threatened to kill you on multiple occasions, yet for some reason, he can't really bring himself to. As annoying and bothersome as you are, there's something about you that makes him want to keep you around (Probably the fact that you're good at roasting Hidan, which he finds even more annoying. Either that, or one of his hearts is defect)

• Will spend as little money on you as humanly possible. You want flowers? Go pluck them off a field or something. You want new clothes, like that new jacket you saw the other day? Just walk into the store and take it. What's stopping you? The law? The shop owner? Screw the law and kill the owner

• Mostly just calls you "Brat" or simply refers to you by your real name

Zetsu

• Nobody knows how Zetsu managed to get a s/o, not even Zetsu himself. But he doesn't really mind and enjoys your company regardless

• He's more the quiet type and rather listens to you rambling about your day and will occasionally respond with a few words to show that he's actually listening and interested

• He startles you quite a lot when he suddenly appears in a wall or right in front of you. He always apologizes for it, but deep down he loves to hear your startled yelps

• Since he's technically two people in one body, they both share the duty of being your boyfriend. With black Zetsu being the more serious but also more distant one, who, when he feels like it, plans dates and puts serious thought into the gifts he gets you. Meanwhile white Zetsu is the laid back one, who cracks jokes (mostly inappropriate ones) all the time and initiates physical contact

• Black Zetsu often just calls you "Little one" or "Little flower", while White Zetsu gets a hella lot more creative than that and would unironically call you things like "Pookie" or "Snuggle-muffin"

[dark-konohagakure2]

Heyyy just a heads up since I'm finishing some drafts and cleaning my inbox!: I write Obito + Tobi and Pain + Nagato as seperate characters, so if you wanna request one of these guys then pls specify which one! Thanks!💗

[13as07]

Object #9

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to リカ*Skeb受付一時停止]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,519

(This one is short compared to the rest. Idk what happened)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters Include: Itachi, Kakuzu, Pain/Nagato

Name Calling: Kitten, Kitty, Penny, Bitch, Whore

Oral (Female Receiving)

Fingering (Female and Male Receiving)

Overstimulation

Choking/Hair Pulling

Death Threat

Creampie

Cock-warming

Titty Fondling

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     My sentence is cut off by the flapping of inked wings, long talons settling on the page of my book, a beak pressed into my cheek, and a dark glowing eye looking into my soul. "Hello there," I mutter, pulling away from the bird. "Is your master nearby?" I ask the pointless question; of course, Itachi is nearby. If he wasn't, his crow wouldn't be perched on me.

     The bird lets out a soft caw, half-stepping to press itself against my cheek again. "You're a weird thing aren't you?" I coo back, sliding a finger over its head, being gentle not to tug on its feathers. The bird shifts, making my finger run down its back.

     "Shoo," Itachi's monotoned voice suddenly butts in, his hands fluttering around. The crow caws back at its master but does start flapping its wings. "Sorry, he's a little...." Itachi blinks slowly, the both of us watching his bird vanish from the room.

     "A little what?"

     "A little bit of a horny bastard," Itachi grumbles, turning his attention toward me.

     "What?" I ask, more than a little bit confused. How does the bird wanting me to rub his back translate to him being a horny bastard?

     "Birds get aroused when they're pet anywhere but their heads and beaks. He's notorious for fooling people into... enough about my bird," Tach grumbles again, reaching down to delicately wrap my wrist with his fingers. "You should join me on a walk," he adds, using his hold to lead me to my feet.

     "Any destination in mind?" I ask, falling into step next to him.

     "My bedroom," he mumbles, impatiently tugging me forward. "I am finished with my mission for the day and wish to destress."

"Alright," I hum, curling into the masochist's side. I'm ushered into his room and quickly settled on his bed as Itachi sinks to his knees. "What are you doing?" I ask, toying with his headband before pulling it off.

"I told you I want to destress," he mutters, his long thin fingers sliding over my thighs, gently pushing my skirt up my legs. "Now, lay back so I can relax," Itachi murmurs, his hands snack up to my waist, slowly pushing me onto my back.

My back collides with the mattress for what feels like the hundredth time today. He slides upward as his hands slide down, rubbing my thighs as his nose nuzzles my legs apart. Feathery kisses are layered across my skin, making my pussy tremble before I'm even touched. Soon, his tongue slides out layering the kisses that previously decorated me. "You're teasing," I breathe out, my hands searching for the elastic holding half of his hair in place.

"I am not. I am relaxing," Itachi mutters, sliding further up. His hands land on my hip bones, starting to massage them as his tongue trails over my pussy lips, making me tingle even more. "Don't you want to help me relax, Kitten?"

"Of course I do, Tachi," I murmur, my hips jerking forward.

He softly chuckles, pushing my hips back down on the mattress. "So eager for my tongue, aren't you? A pretty kitty that wants me to make her pussy purr," Itachi teases, finally giving me what I want. His tongue slithers out, instantly finding my clit, rubbing flat, slow circles against it.

Steadily the circles gain speed, the pressure of his tongue increasing too. It doesn't take long until a hand falls away from my hip, a single finger poking at my hole. Why is Itachi always such a tease? Because he likes my whines and my squirming. Because he likes shoving my hips against the bed to keep me still.

Itachi's movements stay slow, inching his finger into me before curling it against my walls. Courtesy of the shiny glow of his activated sharingans, it doesn't take the boy long to find my g-spot. A satisfied hum comes from him when my body jerks in response to his finger brushing it. "It is always so relaxing to see you quiver under me."

     "Of course it is," I hiss, my thighs squeezing his cheeks, making them chub out as he stares up at me. "You're a... a behavior expert dumb... dumbie. Stupid sharingan user."

     He slides another finger into me, aiding my building orgasm. "Oh kitten, don't be mad at me. Especially when I pull reactions out of you doing something nice. I could get reactions out of you a lot worse ways," Itachi mutters, before switching his action on my clit. His lips wrap around it, softly sucking as he slides a third finger into my pussy, stretching me out even more and adding more pressure to the leg-shaking spot.

     "Itachi," I whine, squeezing tighter in hopes it'll stop the uncontrollable movements of my muscles.

     "Kitten," he hums before sucking on me again, his tongue sliding out to swirl over my clit as he sucks on it.

     "Dear Lord," I wail, my back arching in response to the sparks slithering through my body and the cum spilling out from my orgasm.

     "Ah," Itachi hums again, quite content with himself. He pulls back a bit, less pressed up against me but his tongue still swirling through me, licking up the mess he caused. "My favorite way to relax."

     "Hey, hey, hey," I whine, trying to push his head away. "I'm sensitive. Knock it off."

     "Just one more," Itachi murmurs, pushing my hand away before focusing on my cunt again. His lashing at my clit makes me shift more than before. My hips thrust like crazy, thighs slamming against his head, and pussy clenching around his tongue he slithered into me. "So antsy, Kitten. Calm yourself," he says, a soft smile on his face as he pins my hips down again.

"Easy for you to say," I huff, squeezing his head again when his nose bumps against my clit. "Damnit," I moan, arching again when Itachi's tongue finds the lovely little spot he likes to abuse. He does just that, adding pressure to and sliding over it, his nose routinely rubbing against my clit as he bobs his head. "Fuck you, Itachi," I wail, my orgasm making me arch enough that my shoulder blades pick up off the bed.

"So delightful," he hums, pulling away long enough to suck in a breath. Itachi dives right back in, tongue swirling around to clean me off again.

"Okay, okay. That's enough," I whine, attempting to push his head away again. This time his head does pick up, coated in my juices enough that it's dripping down his face, trailing across his neck. "Do... do you want head now?" I ask, relaxing on the bed for a breath.

"No, I'm fine here," he mutters, head dropping again.

"What the hell, Itachi," I yelp, my legs locking around him and my hips bucking as his tongue eagerly slides against my clit again.

His head snaps up, and a soft glare shoots at me as he shoves me back into position. "I told you to calm yourself. If you can't find a way to stay in place, I'll find a way to keep you in place." My head lulls against the bed, my fingers clinging to the roots of his hair. I need to find Itachi a better way to decompress.

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     The cold demeanor of Kakuzu enters Nagato's office before he does, sending shivers down my spine. I was so happy that he had a mission today and was hoping Pain would swoop me into his self-centered constant need for attention before Zu had the chance to catch me in his grasp. Sadly, that isn't happening.

"Penny," he calls, turning the cold trickle of fearful anticipation into sharp icicles whittling at my spinal cord. "I have had a very bad day." And I'm about to have a very bad evening. "Come here."

"Yes sir," I whisper, standing up from the fluffy office chair I was seated in, reading my book and eagerly waiting for Nagato's return. At least I know he's back and that I'll get to see him after Kakuzu gets his needs fulfilled.

I slowly sulk over to the assassin, his hand instantly wrapping around my throat once I'm within reach. "Sit on your knees and don't act like a whiney bitch for once," he husks out, cutting off my air the whole time he speaks. Instantly I start sinking to my knees, figuring it would be better - and faster - to give in to his wants.

Kakuzu's fingers melt away from my neck as I settle on the ground, breath once again sliding into my lungs. In no time his dick is being pressed against my lips and his hand is buried in my hair, shoving me forward. The tip of his penis pushes past my lips, not stopping until my nose is pressed against his stomach.

     Gags choke out from around him, Zu's pace instantly fast and the head of his dick instantly slamming against the back of my throat. His fingers tighten on my hair, keeping me in place as he uses my mouth to fuck himself. I can't help the choking and heaving sounds that spill out with every thrust he forces.

     "Can't you shut up?" He grumbles, thrusting harder as if that'll help. "Your choking is getting annoying." I don't bother trying to stop the sounds. It's not like I could if I wanted to. "Penny," Kakuzu husks out again, his anger quickly bubbling the longer I struggle. "If you get sick on my dick, I'll make you lick it up before I slit your throat."

     I try to babble out an apology, not like he'll take it or that it sounds like one. The older man continues to grumble, his annoyance building the longer he face-fucks me. "This is pointless. You're not pleasing," Zu groans, pulling himself out of my mouth. That is not how I saw this ending.

     He shifts his fingers in my hair, getting a better grasp on it before using it to pull me to my feet. "Turn around," Kakuzu orders, even though he's actively turning me himself.

     "You can't, Zu. Pain said so," I rush out, reminding him of the Iron-Fist Ruler's orders just a little while again. My throat burns as I speak, the rawness of it finally shining through from my day of use.

"And I care because?" He asks, shoving me forward so I'm leaning over the chair I was just sitting in. "If you could perform properly we wouldn't be in this situation," Kakuzu adds, sliding himself inside me. He leans forward, crushing me under his body weight as his hand slithers its way around my neck again. "You make a single peep and I'll snap your neck, am I understood?"

I quickly shake my head, already having to bite on my tongue as he slowly pulls back out before slamming back into me. "Dumb bitch," he complains, pace back to being fast and rough. Zu's hand tightens with every thrust until my oxygen is cut off again, making my hands jump up to tug on his hand. "A needy bitch too," he continues to groan, loosening his grasp a bit. "At least you're free, I suppose."

I suck in a string of breaths, trying to chase away the fog that started fogging my mind. "Slow... slow down," I murmur, his dick quickly reigniting the pain caused by Hidan not so long again. "It... It hurts, Zu."

He chuckles, moving his hips even faster. "Again, why would I care? I don't care how you feel as long as your cunt keeps squeezing me."

My teeth click together, trying to shove down the whine clawing up my throat. It doesn't take long until he's bottomed out, stuffing my pussy full of his cum. "Damnit," he grumbles, tightening his hold on my neck again to take away my ability to breathe. "Why do you have to be such a tempting little whore? Now I'm going to get my ass beat because you can't keep your legs closed."

"It's... it's not my... fault," I wheeze, trying to tug his fingers off of me again.

"Of course it is," he starts, losing his hands from me just to place them on my shoulders and shove me back on my knees. "Turn around." Slowly, I do as I'm told, turning around to face Kakuzu. "While we wait for my cum to drain out of you, you can clean the mess you made," he tells me, hand back in its spot in my hair, tugging me toward his dick again. "Get to licking, Penny."

My pussy tingles and aches as I lean forward, sliding my tongue out. As obedient as ever, I continue to listen, licking at Kakuzu's twitching cock. His cum does slowly leak out of me, leaving my cunt pulsing from the feeling and making the room echo with the sound of the liquid dripping onto the floor.

My focus stays on cleaning Zu off, my tongue trailing over every inch of him, lapping up the mix of my juices and his cum that stains his tips. "I'm all done," I mutter, sitting back as I stare down at his feet.

"No, you're not," he chuckles, shoving me backward before pressing my nose to the ground, directly in the puddle of his seamen covering the floor. "Go on, continue cleaning," Kakuzu orders, rubbing my nose in the mess. "I don't have all day."

I let out a soft whimper before glaring up at him. I lick at the floor, cleaning up Kakuzu's disobedience like a dog. He cackles the whole time, finding a lot of amusement in the moment. Maybe after this, I'll take a nap. I swear Nagato has a sixth sense for when I'm sleeping; always whining that I shouldn't be napping without him.

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     As I push open the door to Nagato's room, thoughts of taking a shower instead of napping circle my head. Everyone's needs have been filled so I should be done for the day... as long as Deidara's and Itachi's gears don't start turning again. Kakuzu and Hidan might be the most brutal but the younger boys' never-ending stamina takes a bigger toll on me too.

"There you are," Pain's voice greets me, the already pissy murderer crew leader sat at his makeshift vanity, papers, and scrolls spread out on the counter. "I have had an unpleasant day today."

"I assumed," I mutter, my body noticeably relaxing at his soft tone.

"Why is that?" He asks back, matching the volume of my voice.

"You had business to handle with Kakuzu and he was... not very happy," I answer, making my way over to Nagato. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, slouching my weight against him and the chair he's sitting in. I bury my head in his neck, ignoring my body's protest to the poles stabbing into me from my position. "We should take a nap."

"I have work to do," Pain answers, leaning back so I'm pressed against him more. "But I suppose a small break would clear my head. Besides, I need to inspect you."

"Inspect me?" I mumble, finally letting my exhaustion take over.

"Yes, inspect you," he repeats, standing up before wrapping me in his arms. "How else am I supposed to be sure everyone followed my orders?" Well, he has a fair point I guess.

     Nagato sets me on the bed, keeping his arms around me as he shoves my legs upward. His head buried under my skirt, causing my face to heat up. I don't know why it's embarrassing to have him looking at me like this. I mean he's my lover, he's done a hell of a lot of things to me, it shouldn't be embarrassing to have him look at my pussy.

His hands slide down, arms still keeping my ankles on his shoulders and my legs spread. "It is red," he mutters, fingertips gently spreading me open as his thumb starts to toy with my clit.

"Of course, it's red!" I yelp, softly bonking his head with a closed hand. "Don't say embarrassing things like that."

Pain's head shifts up, my skirt slowly falling off his face as he glares at me. "I know what your vagina is supposed to look like. I spend a lot of time buried in it. It looks..." his head ducks down again, back to hiding under my skirt. "Irritated. What have you done today?" The question is followed by his fingers spreading me open wider.

     "Who have you done today?" He asks, fingertips dipping into me, scooping at me before he reappears in my sight. Nagato's focus flips between his fingers coated in the leftover sticky mess Kakuzu left and my face. "It certainly was not me."

     "Um..." I mutter, trying to close my legs, failing because of our position. "Kakuzu got a little... forceful."

     Pain hums to himself, wiping his fingers on my clothing. "That explains the mess but does not explain why you're so inflamed though. What happened while I was away to cause your discomfort?" He asks, disappearing again. His tongue slithers over me, slow and gentle, his head barely moving to take away the possibility of his piercings snagging on me.

     "Well... um... the, the, the crew got real creative," I stutter trying not to squirm from arousal or discomfort.

"What might that mean, Princess?" He leads my answer, the tip of his tongue pushing into me, continuing to trail soft circles.

"Sasori fucked me with a puppet," I breathe out, my back already starting to arch. Screw Itachi and his damn tongue and his stupid sharingans that give away my every twitch. Screw Kakuzu and his inability to follow orders. Screw Nagato for not giving me a break between them let alone my nap.

     "Interesting. Anything else?" He pushes, the vibrations of his voice only making me tremble more.

     "Hidan fucked me with his knife," I mutter quickly, my hands shooting down to attempt at pushing his head away.

     Nagato groans, giving into my want and pulling away from me. "Why should I share my toy if it's always returned to me broken?"

     "I'm not broken," I wail, using my legs still prompted on his shoulders to pull him on top of me.

     Again, he gives in, resting his head on my stomach and tightening his arms around my legs. "No, you're not broken. Just hurting, which is still a shame. I suppose I could go back to my work."

     "No," I whine, tightening my limbs around him. "I want to take a nap."

     "And I wish to have sexual relations but I don't get to do that," he grumbles, lifting his head to shoot me a glare. "It is such a waste. My break from my work, the vacation you had, the money and time I spent on the vacation. Wasteful," Nagato lectures, his hands wandering over me as he speaks, gripping different parts of me.

"However," he slowly starts up again, arms wrapping around my back before he lifts me off the bed. "There is a way we could both get what we wish for."

"Ya?" I mumble, locking my legs around his hips.

"Yes. You can nap while I work. All you have to do is be a nice warmer for me," he shortly explains, settling into his desk chair again. "After all, you're stretched and wet. Why would I waste more of my efforts."

     Pain rests me on his lap long enough to pull his dick out before I'm tugged forward. He inches himself in, my pussy stinging a bit. "Hush, hush, hush," he coos, a hand sliding under my shirt to grip my titty. "Give it a moment and you will be fine."

     "I know," I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder and letting my arms hang limp in his lap. "So I get to just nap and you'll work?"

     He lets out a hum, squeezing my breast as his free hand goes back to flipping through the papers he's looking at. "When I am done we will have bathtub sexual relations. It should help with your inflammation. Tomorrow we shall go into town to make sure none of your bodily functions were harmed today."

     I softly nod my head, tingles rattling my spine when Nagato starts sliding his thumb back and forth over my nipple. "Is that your only plan for tomorrow?"

     "No," he answers, the word coming out chipped. "I plan to tie Sasori up like the puppet he is, use Hidan as a personal knife block, and as for Kakuzu... perhaps I'll tie him to a chair and burn a stack of his money in front of him."

     I let out a little giggle, clinging to the material of his Akatsuki cloak. I slowly lift my hips, bouncing on him a few times before I'm rested on his lap again. "Settle yourself, Princess. Take your nap and let me work."

     I nuzzle my head further into his neck, letting out a sigh. "I like you, Nagato."

     "I wish you'd stop saying that."

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[fatherphilia]

nsfw akatsuki headcanons

feeling insane rn. i included orochimaru too cause he was like technically apart of it.. and i just wuv my babygirl.

as always, there’s some problematic content so be careful.

tw. implied cannibalism, manipulation, public sex, drugging, noncon, bondage, period sex, necro, age gap under cut

pain/nagato is an interesting one after all, pain is a corpse for nagato to control but since pain will always be nagato’s favorite vessel, it’s his preferred one to fuck you with. the body is cold, lacking much in the warmth department but it’s desirable all the same.

pain is skilled with his fingers though, there’s no part of his body that nagato isn’t adapt at controlling. his thick digits easily able to reach that pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing stars; his thumb rubbing circles against your clit as he works you through the orgasm.

can’t forget the tongue piercing either. he’s got piercings all over his body but you’d be lying if you said the one on his tongue wasn’t your favorite. the chill of the metal against your warm sex while he’s lapping at your folds drives you crazy.

konan adores sex in nature, something about the feeling of grass or bark against her back while she’s intertwined with her partner gets her going. it’s not uncommon for her to request to be sent on missions with just her partner and no one else. of course, the team hardly suspects it’s for salacious reasons because she keeps a stoic face while asking.

when the coast is clear, she’ll tug her lover into the woods with her. her hands roaming under their partially unzipped cloak to find leverage on their thighs where her fingers are tracing out circles and hearts into their skin.

her nails leave thin scratch marks all across their back while they cling to each other against a tree. her partners hands movingly swiftly between her thighs.

did you know period blood can be used for rituals? hidan certainly knew and he’s very proudly a big fan of period sex. he loves fucking his partner while they’re on their period more than anything. it gets him going to see the way his cock is coated with their blood as he slides in and out of them.

just the sight of their blood smeared across their thighs and his cock is almost too much for him. he’s groaning as his grip tightens around their waist so he could push himself deeper inside. he loves the little squeals he gets in response from just that one movement.

eating his partner out while they’re on his period is also something that he adores. he’s licking and lapping like it’s his last meal and he loves the feeling of their juices mixed with blood dripping down his chin.

itachi likes to blindfold his lover during sex because he thinks it’s a great sign of trust. he loves knowing that they trust him enough that they’d momentarily let their sight be taken away so he could touch them. he can’t deny that the fact that they won’t know what he’s doing next also plays a part in his desire.

to an extent, it also brings him more comfort to know that they’re not watching his every movement and perhaps judging what he does. he feels like this control gives him leeway to work their body in just the right ways without any worry.

he’ll try to surprise them, stroking their entrance before pulling away, leaving the ghost of his touch as he knows they can’t see where he’s gone before he’s just as quick to continue his ministrations and watch the way they jerk in surprise.

sasori is a puppet, he’s got a body he’s built and strewn together himself and when creating his perfect form, he’d considered any genitalia to be unnecessary and an afterthought. he’s certain his skills more than make up for it.

he’s got a million puppets he can control and what better way to use them than on you? he’ll sit across from you on the bed, skillfully moving his fingers to command a wooden hand to stroke the heat between your legs and for anyone to massage and grope your sensitive breasts.

when you’re whining for him to at least use his own hands, he has to chastise you a little bit. you expect him to get get his own fingers soaked? how selfish of you. he’s being generous by letting you play with his puppets like this.

i think deidara’s favorite body part of his is quite easy to guess. there’s nothing that man loves more than his hands which not only create art but are so unique with the mouths placed on either palm. and, since he loves that part of him so much, he loves to use it on you as well.

consider it a treat that he can eat you out while still able to dirty talk. he absolutely adores watching you squirm and moan beneath him as the tongue on his hand licks at your glistening folds. since he’s just using his hands, he has a perfect view of your face as well and the man is get to watch your gasps and moans at his touch.

he loves to overstimulate you as well by using both hands, two is always better than one, right? your body sure seems to think so with the way it’s arching into his touch.

zetsu seems to love you somewhat or rather, half of him loves you and the other half loves the way you taste and smell. he’s always has to be mindful of his actions while fucking you because the temptation to eat and bite is always lingering in the back of his mind.

can’t stand to see any skin exposed on you because he just wants to consume it but he settles for leaving bite marks and thin streaks of blood across your body while he fucks you. really, he expects you to praise him for having such good self control.

just don’t ask him to eat you out because then he really would not be able to contain himself from finally having that taste of you he wants most.

it should come as no surprise that kisame loves to fuck in bodies of water be it river, pool or a small bath. the water is like home to him and so he shares it with you during your most intimate moments. thankfully, if you can’t swim, he keeps a firm grip on you to keep you afloat.

the man loves the weightlessness of your bodies in the water even though he can easily lift you up anyways. although, he sometimes can’t help himself from dragging you underwater with him as he kisses and thrusts up into you just to watch you gasp and pull him up for air seconds later.

definitely a biter as well, this man is obsessed with leaving bite marks all along your neck and breasts. he just needs to be able to mark his territory and his sharp teeth make it quick and easy to stake his claim on you.

kakuzu has no intentions of settling down anytime soon and so he takes to fucking prostitutes he finds in nearby villages. the man is quick to abuse his status and fear as an akatsuki member to avoiding paying any girl he’s pulled for a night.

he’ll take any woman stupid enough to think he’d truly pay her for her time. he’s rough with them all, digging his hands into their hips so hard that it leaves bruises and thrusting his cock up into their mouth till they’re gagging. it’s not like they have much power to oppose his brutal treatment anyways.

when he’s done with them. having then spent and aching, their body left in marks that could only be done by a man truly wishing to cause them pain; he finally simply leaves them where he found them.

when obito is using his “tobi” persona, he likes to play innocent and naive to get someone into just the position he likes. he’ll claim to have lost something in a deep secluded area and that he really really wants them to come help him find it!

it’s too late by the time they’re bending over to pick up nothing more than a piece of trash. he’s already dropped his persona and his hands are gripping their hips and forcing them on to the ground with relative ease while he tears at their clothes.

he’s eerily silent while fucking them, not even making a motion to silence his victim as they hiccup through tears and beg for him to stop. a few grunts here and there but he won’t answer any of their pleas with a response and much like kakuzu, he has no qualms about just leaving them there when he’s done.

orochimaru gets what he wants by drugging anyone he desires. he’s particularly fond of ninjas who’ve just hit 18 and believe themselves to be untouchable and respected in their newfound adulthood. to him, it’s fun to break them down with just a few injections.

he gets them to the point where they’re hardly conscious and willing to do anything he likes so he can slide his cock between their lips while they do absolutely nothing to resist. he thinks of them as nothing more than dolls at his will at this point, they’re hardly able to make their own decisions.

he’ll play with them, let them reach the cusps of consciousness so they can fight and scream before he’s injecting them something else so they’re perfectly submissive for him once more.

[immoralimmortals]

ok so what if, hear me out Takara was pregnant (gasp) nah like I want to hear your thoughts on this

So all cards on the table...miracle of life, wonderful, wonderful thing... Yeah, I know all that. But all the same, pregnancy to me is largely a form of body horror. A lot of this is going to be on the fly since it's not my cup of tea. So putting that aside and trying to make the subject warm and romantic, here are some thoughts on what it'd be like if Takara was pregnant:

You KNOW they dote on her. Absolute kings. There isn't a day that passes where ten separate Akatsuki members come up to her, if not multiple times, to make sure she's okay.

Itachi swears she's radiant, glowing like she's holy. You've heard this all before in other headcanons on this site-- he's over the moon with love. Glued to her side, yet somehow not overbearing. 10/10, I'd let this man be with me during my morning sickness. Takara will want for nothing. Probably becomes the most overtly sweet and romantic in al the time they've known each other, gently stroking her skin and kissing her head. When it comes to the point where she's "showing", he's quick to tell Kisame to do tasks for Takara whenever she's about to do something, and he has to be reminded she's not useless and it's good for both her and the pregnancy to continue being active.

You thought Kisame was awkward and cautious *before*? He's at the point where every single little touch, regardless how small or where it is on her body, is so, so purposeful. Nothing he does is haphazard. He will clear paths for her if necessary. He's her knight, her guardian, placing himself between her and the rest of the world. Definitely at one point rests his head on her belly and cries. He's very quick to answer to Itachi's orders and further enables inactivity. It is a lot easier to use his body to interact with other things than it is to use it to directly touch her; he's up for anything. He'll mow down a mountain just so she could go for a walk without having an incline. He will walk to town to buy her flowers every single day.

Hidan gets...quieter around her, especially as the pregnancy begins to show. He's more observant than before. Still gets into his usual attitudes if he doesn't understand or see something coming ("What? You seemed FINE a second ago! What do you MEAN you're gonna throw up!")...but he's certainly taking all this in. What does it mean to Jashin if someone brings forth life instead of takes it? He holds his prayer beads and feels the sigil between his fingers, only shutting his eyes to pray once she is surely asleep. He'll wonder a lot, eventually out loud, what the baby is going to be like, who they'll grow up to be, what it'll be like to have one around. He won't say it, but he's nervous as hell for that part. It's a whole new human being.

Kakuzu is so fucking stressed. This man is the closest in the group to being a normal-ass man with a normal-ass job and goal. He is trying to coordinate enough income for eleven fucking people to live at least somewhat comfortably. You're going to add a BABY? Good lord he might break. That being said, he's a worrywort that's always a little bit on edge. If someone is fucking around with her or the pregnancy too much, he will actually hit you. ...But not until he took you outside, she doesn't need to see it and stress herself or the baby. He is also especially concerned about accidentally being too rough. She'd have to convince him to touch her or sit next to her. Once she does? He finally relaxes, and he's in heaven. There's a whole world that fits right in his arms. He has a second chance not just with her but this child to have a life worth living.

Deidara is the most to treat her like...a normal human being undergoing a body change? I'm not saying he's uncaring, more like he's the best at not losing his fucking mind. Most willing to just hang out and not make it weird, let her do things on her own. Other people-- no, literally everyone else-- will see her reaching up in the kitchen cabinet for a mug and will scold him for not jumping to do it for her. He argues otherwise-- and it makes sense-- so therefore the other person gets pissed off. He tells Takara to be grateful for what he does for her independence, and she genuinely is, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek that makes him bright red. It makes him stutter and try to move on so things are normal again. I think like Hidan-- even more so actually-- he's very curious about what it'll be like once the baby is around. It's fun to see her change little by little, day by day, too.

Sasori doesn't like change. That's kind of his whole bit. He isn't looking forward to the noise, the filth, the troubles of a baby and then later another growing person. So the pregnancy is kind of a precursor for that. Once it's clear that yes, this baby is coming, he has to make peace with it. He's the one that's most attentive about her physical health and body. He'll notice any change in color of her skin-- reddening or paling-- catch on to ANY morning sickness before she even says a word. She'd have to remind him that regardless of if the stretch marks stay, they're a part of her right now, and with that explanation he begrudgingly appreciates them. He eventually becomes entranced by the idea of teaching the child what he knows.

Konan is...wistful, I think, as well as in awe. She's kind of like Itachi in that she's very present, very gentle. But Takara being pregnant gives her a lot of...thought. Surely when she was born-- when Nagato and Yahiko were born-- their parents, too, had the best intentions in the world. A piece of her is afraid. The best laid plans can still fall into ruin, the intentions of being good parents and giving a happy life certainly did not happen to her and her friends. That being said, she finds comfort in being a pragmatic planner. She's the one that gets a routine for Takara both prenatal and then postnatal, the one that strategized how the baby is going to be educated, what kind of food they need, etc. So if nothing else-- if anything and everything goes wrong-- they at least have a plan to follow even if they panic. She also, like Itachi, finds her radiant in this time. I can see her sitting with Takara and holding her hand for hours on end, just finding peace in how much she loves her right now.

Nagato picks up where Konan leaves off on the whole planning thing. She is not to be alone at any time. She wants to go for a walk? Kisame, walk ten paces ahead, Kakuzu, ten paces behind, Deidara, go up in the trees. If she so much as scrapes her knee, there will be consequences. This will NOT be fucked up. He won't say it, but he loves her even more right now than he ever thought he could. He thinks that despite all her flaws-- any human has flaws, of course-- Takara will be the best mother to grace this universe or any other.

"Tobi" is so, so excited. While Konan is sitting next to her, he's on the floor, wrapping around Takara's legs, talking endlessly about how much fun the baby is going to be. He's also excessively careful and protective, which is in earnest at heart but also being played up so no one second guesses he's an idiot. He will throw away a cup of tea if he deems it too hot for her to drink, uncaring if it hits and spills on someone else. In private...he's quieter. I can see him putting on her socks for her as she has trouble bending, and he does it nearly reverently, looking up at her through that mask with a gaze she can feel as adoring. Obito is feeling every emotion possible. He's afraid, he's overjoyed, he's shaken, he's happy. This situation is the culmination of everything he's come to want while Takara has been here. He looks at her carrying this baby like she's Mary, mother of Jesus.

Zetsu is the funniest one. He doesn't get it. Like he DOES-- there'd be a joke where he'd say he doesn't get it and Tobi begins to explain where babies came from and Zetsu would yell at him to shut up-- but he doesn't get it. He's like me, the author, in the sense that like...if you really want to experience parenthood...why are you making a whole new baby? There are so many babies out there who NEED a parent. And you're going to fill up that slot? Humans are really genuinely so selfish, what the hell. That aside, he's at least mindful of her, in a physical and medical sense. He asks her questions, in the rare moments she is alone, and he genuinely listens and tries to engage. I think he would, finally, in at least a little way "get it" when Takara invites him to put an ear to her stomach and listen.

Everyone is excited to see who the father is, regardless of how much they say it does or doesn't matter.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Hey, can I ask for a Nagato x femdom s/o pegging, with him being an overstimulated pillow prince and getting much love 🥺

Poor baby needs more love

Thank you!

My Pillow Prince ( Sub! Nagato x Fem Dom! Reader)

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Fandom: Naruto

Rated: M

Warnings: anal, strap-on use, pegging,sub x dom dynamics, 18+ content in general

Admin Harmony���: I never get any Naruto requests so it is nice to get some every once in awhile especially since I am back on my Naruto shit as of late. So I might just write random posts about Naruto until I get requests for them. :) Anyways Hope you enjoy this!

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"You don't need to worry, all you have to do is just relax and trust me." You were always so sweet to him, and also very encouraging. You always made sure he was loved and cared for, especially since he deserved it. 

"Just relax and  let me indulge you, you don't need to do anything." 

Your words were calming, but there was still a something inside of him that made him a bit antsy, 

"Nagato, I can see it on your face that you are still nervous. Do you trust me? Tell me yes or no." 

Nagato blushed deeply, his voice stuttering, " O-of course I trust you, with all of my heart and soul." You gently pushed him onto the bed, your soft hands cupping his cheek lovingly, smiling down at him. "I am so glad to hear it, then please, strip for me and let me take you slowly and lovingly." He nodded his head, a tiny smile  appeared on his face, signaling that he completely trusts you. 

"I will, for you my dearest." You watched him as he stood up from the bed, unraveling every piece of fabric that he had on, his face turned a light shade of pink, embarrassed to be fully exposed and vulnerable to you.

"You look so handsome, now lay on the bed and watch me strip." As obedient as he was, he did just that, his eyes locked on you as he watched you strip your clothes, revealing your pretty lace panty and bra set, unbeknownst to him that you were already wearing your strap under your panties.  You took a few steps forward to him, who was sitting on the edge of bed, stunned to see how gorgeous you looked. "You look outstanding, like an angel in the sky." He reached out his hand to touch you until you lightly slap is hand away, "Ah ah ah, what did i say before?" You pushed him down the bed, now straddling him. You heard a gasp of air coming from  Nagato, feeling the hard strap through the thin lace of your panties that was now rubbing against his hardening cock. "I said to let me indulge you, not the other way around. I want you to sit back and let me make you cum." 

"Y-yes ma'am." 

"Good boy." 

You slowly move your hips forward, grinding your fake cock against his boner, you begin to hear him whimper out in pleasure as his arousal begin to grow.  You picked up the pace, your movements became more aggressive as you watched his face distort with pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, you definitely deserve everything that's coming, my dear." You moved your panties to the side, revealing your thick silicone dildo that strapped beautiful to your pelvis. Nagato couldn't help but stare lovingly at it, he knew exactly what was coming and just the thought of it made his cock leak with need. You leaned over to your nightstand, picking up a bottle of lube that was right next to your bed. "Spread your legs for me, let me see every inch of you." He did just that, he spread his legs wide, exposing himself completely for you.

You begin to put a generous amount of lube into your hand, coating your fake length, stroking it, never breaking eye contact with him. His whole body was beginning to turn a shade of pink from sure arousal. He was desperate for you to fuck him, and he wanted it now. His whimper begin to become more audible, "P-please…" He begin to whine, his cock now profusly  leaking with pre-cum, 

"Shhh shhh It's going to be okay, you know this. Now, let me prep you next."  You took another generous amount of lube, rubbing your hands together, making sure your fingertips were soaked. "I'm going to start prepping you, just relax for me." You warned him, you heard him take a deep breath as you inserted a finger inside of his hole. You could already feel his asshole clenching around your finger, you couldn't help but chuckle. You gently pumped your finger in and out him, listening to his erotic whines escaped his lips.  His butthole begin to stretch for you, you then inserted two other fingers inside of  him, pumping them a faster. 

Your expert fingering skills were becoming too much for Nagato, he was now on the brink of insanity, he needed you right here right now. "P-p-lease take me, y/n! I need you!" He whined out for you. 

"Shh shh shh, I know you do baby, remember this is all for you. You know I will take good care of you." You leaned forward to give a kiss on the cheek.  You then take your soaked fingers out of him, hearing him cry out in desperation, needing to be filled by you. 

You gripped your cock, aligning it along with Nagato's hole, you begin to gently insert yourself inside of him. Taking your time to do so to make sure you wouldn't hurt him. You could visibly see his face distort from agony to pure bliss as he felt your cock stretching him and filling him up completely. "Y-yes… please more…. please!"

 He begged you as you began to slowly thrust yourself into him. "You look so pretty under me." You chuckled over him, you then took your dominant hand, and began to stroke his cock, making sure the strokes were insync with your thrusts. You begin to hear a loud cacophony of moans and whimpers escaping his lips as you lavishly make love to him. 

"You're doing so good for me, you're such a good boy."  You said as you continued to pleasure him. watching him slowly unraveling below you.  His cock was hot and heavy, you could feel it pulsating around your hand, as you continued to milk him.

"I-i don't know if I can do this… ahhh!" He cried out, tears beginning to form from his eyes. 

"Yes you can, my love you can handle it a little bit longer." You begin to pick up  the pace of your thrusts, along with your strokes. Nagato was practically crying out from the overstimulation, which you enjoyed watching him. "You're doing so good, don't come just yet. Just a little bit longer." You leaned forward to kiss his tears away before picking up the pace of your thrusts, fucking him hard and thorough, After a couple of more minutes, you could feel his cock twitching furiously in your hand, signaling that he was about to come. 

"Y-y/n p-please,,, I-i need to-!" He cried out, the erotic pain was too much for him, he was so sensitive to you lavishing him he couldn't help but  come seconds later. His cock spurting strings of cum all over your hand, and chest. Hearing him cry out in pleasure was music to your ears.

You continued to thrust and stroke him while he came, watching him scream with intense pleasure from his orgasm and the overstimulation. "You're such a good boy. You look so gorgeous cumming everywhere." You praised him, slowing your pace down as you finished riding out his orgasm. You carefully took yourself out of him, wiping his cum that was on your hand on the bed sheet. You watched as Nagato slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the pounding that you had given him and the amazing orgasm that came with it..  You placed your hand on his cheek, smiling down at him as he slept peacefully. 

He deserved it, afterall.

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[adrunkskeletonsduck]

Hᴏᴡ ⵊ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀᴇss ɪʀʟ

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Deidara - Dresses like an Edgar who does art. I js know he has those shiny ass belts and pants to his fuckin knees. First photo is canon, it’s the first post on his Insta. His closet is black and white, and he never leaves the house without the gold chain.

Itachi - He likes sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatpants. I feel like he gravitates more towards dark colors, specifically dark reds, blues, browns and blacks. Also he likes gray sweatpants 😏. He wears minimal silver jewelry so just thin rings and one or two necklaces. When it gets hot he just wears short sleeves (a lot of white tshirts)

Hidan - Button ups and and jeans. The way he dresses kinda gives dad vibes but he doesn’t care bc it’s easy and put together without looking super formal. This man also doesn’t get cold so in the winter he might throw on a think jacket but usually he sticks with short sleeves.

Konan - Business casual chic, typa look. Like Pein, she knows she's important and wants to look the part. I can see her wearing lots of blacks and whites, but she likes to throw in fun colors (esp purples) and accessories as well. She's so pretty

Kisame - He loves turtle necks omgg! Matches them with dress pants and a thin belt. Like Itachi he likes darker colors. Heavy on the black and navy blue clothing though. He also likes more fitted shirts. It makes him look put together but casual all the same and he likes that, also makes him look hot which he likes as well

Sasori - His outfits are pretty casual, just jeans, a plain colored shirt (sometimes his shirt will have design but if it does its subtle), and a jacket. Always a jacket, he doesn't leave the house without one. His favorite is this red jacket that matches the color of his hair perfectly. Silver necklaces and simple silver rings.

Pein - Always dressed for business. He's a suit and tie guy 24/7 typa guy, but sometimes he'll take of his suit jacket and unbutton a button or two on his shirt and loosen his tie and jesus does he look goodddd. He also wears silver rings, however his are 100% real silver

Tobi - Colorful cyber y2k. He can match any color together and make it look good, its insane. Likes blingy ass belts and has his ears pierced (they got infected within two weeks of getting them done because he didn’t take care of them properly). Very fun fits overall!

[lovers-in-love-around-the-world]

Pain smut

You and Pain were working to find a plan to get the next tails people. You were sitting across from Pain while he was at his desk. You both were talking to each other about other ideas that might be able to work. But nothing was good enough for Pain. He didn’t think any idea was going to work and he was getting frustrated. 

You then sigh and get up from your seat and go over to Pain and wraps your arms his neck.

“You need to calm down. Let’s take a break to clear our mind. We will try again later.” You say and pecks his nose piercing. He sighs and nodes.

“Fine.” He then wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. You smile and continue to peck his face. Trying to calm him down. You knew that he loved when you kissed his face like this. He always relaxes under your kisses but not today.

You then pull away from his face after a while. You then decided on another way to calm him down. You then pecks his neck and slowly started sucking on it.

He didn’t do anything to stop you. He just leaned his head back and let you. He was feeling better but he wanted more. 

After a few marks you then slowly start taking off his outfit. You wanted him to feel better. You were going to make him feel better anyway. You did know that worshipping him always made him feel better too.  

You then trail your hands down his body till you get down to the tent in his underwear that was forming. You then pulls away from neck and then got on your knees in front of him. 

You then took off his underwear and took his cock into your hand. You then took it into your mouth and started sucking him off. He groans and puts his head back. He then puts his hands in your hair and pulls on it. 

You did this for a while, going faster. You knew that he was getting close by the way he bucked his hips and gripped your hair tighter. You then move faster. You then felt him cum into your mouth. You then pull your mouth off of him and swallow his cum.

You felt him smirk while he watched you. You then take off your clothes before getting onto him. You then position his cock below you before slowly going down on it. 

You both groaned while he went into you. You then stopped once he was fully in you. You then put your hands on his shoulders and slowly start going up and down on him. You both groan out. 

You gripped onto your shoulders while he put his hands on your hips to make you go faster. He then puts his head back. Both of you groaned loudly while you rode him. 

After a while you both were getting closer and closer to your climax. You both then finally cum at the same time. He then made you go up and down on him a few more times before he stops and pants. 

You then get off of him and put on your clothes back on. He does too and makes sure that there are no wrinkles on his clothes. 

“Are you feeling better?” You asked and smirked at him. You were about to go back to your seat before he pulled you back into his arms.

“Yes I am. Now sit here and be pretty” He says and puts his face into your neck and relaxes there. 

[ziinesso]

"May my life be sacrificed for you."

His love for you had reshaped him. The devoted altruist was no more. Every action, every thought was tinted with his unconditional feelings. For you, and you alone.

The boundaries of his devotion seemed to have dissolved. They had become insignificant, giving way to emotions he had forgotten. Selfishness. A selfishness fueled by love. A selfishness that thrived on the insignificance the world had become. The world, behind you, had lost its importance.

"May the world be sacrificed for you."

- nagato, obito, itachi (nt) ; ace, corazon (op) ; mitsuya (tr) ; urahara (bl)

[wing-ed-thing]

Founding Akatsuki Members

𓆃 Konan

Konan Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 Nagato (Pein/Pain)

Nagato Relationship Headcanons

Nagato Domestic Headcanons

Hindrance (Nagato x Reader) Soulmate AU Oneshot

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[uchiharomance]

Hii, could I request some x reader with Nagato (his real body tho not the deva path) with some pegging. If it could start with him all dignified demanding that as a favor reader has to do to her god but as he's being fucked he get more submissive and maybe reader get to even make him beg for it and bully him gently. Totally fine if you don't want to, have a nice day ♥️

nagato: for your god

18/NSFW minors, please do not interact

It starts as an order, one handed down to you from on high by a god himself, one you think, you are lucky to know the truth of. 

Different from his usual requests, the shared kisses and gentle cockriding done in the comfort of paper trees and wooden rooms and to the sound of falling rain. This one in the tone of the Deva, all power and dominance, spoken to you while his hands hold the means, his eyes a resolve.

You cannot help but wonder if it hides something more.

Messy red hair and gripping hands and he’s still holding himself in dignity as you kneel before him, adjust the strap around your waist and then sink inside, feel the give and then the clench of his opening, the little hiss from his mouth. A moment’s hesitation, to rethink the size of the member around you, to let him adjust before he tells you to move, to push deeper, a little stronger.

It’s harder than you expected, the thrust of your hips, the push of his legs up and onto his chest. A strain, a workout, but there is something about seeing his eyes close in pleasure, in watching as he jerks to meet your movement and grabs your wrist as though refusing you leave to let go. 

In and out, making a mess of a god and you blush at the noise, the sound of fluid and skin against skin and your own small moan because it’s affecting you too, making you tense in a way you haven’t before. 

“Y/N,” Nagato mumbles, and you hear less of the pride, less of the control when he does so.

He does look beautiful like this, pleasured and chasing your motion. You almost wish you could feel it, the tight walls, the heat, the seat of pleasure that you hope you brush against each time, angling your hips in response to his reaction.

“Nagato,” you say, and his name is a whisper, a truth spoken only in secret. “Do you want more?”

A nod, a biting of his lower lip and you feel your heart skip a beat, feel a bit of courage rise up in your chest.

“How bad?”

It’s not the answer he’s expecting, far from it, but to your surprise he concedes, bites a little harder.

“A lot.”

Enough to make you find a new strength, to spread his legs a little more and let a smile come to your face as you buck into him, buck into him Hard this time and watch in delight when he moans his relief. Faster, rougher, raw smacks now and the pant of your breath as his body bounces against the mattress. 

A hand around his cock, warm and tight, a brush over his leaking tip and you know he’s getting close by the pulse, the desperate way he moves. Pleasured inside and out and lost in the haze of his own joy. 

You try again.

“Nagato. Do you want to cum?”

His eyes snap open and he stares at you, long enough for you to wonder if perhaps you have passed your limit, if you truly have him in the position you think you do. 

And then you hear it.

“Y-Yes.”

A stutter, a little plea. 

“Nagato?”

His breath is coming quick, pants for air, for relief and you bend his legs a little more, a little tighter, slow your motions just enough to make him flinch, to make him fear. 

“Y/N I - “

“Naaaagato.”

Teasing, giggling. Because after all you have no stake in this, no climax hovering on the balance. Only power, power and a desire. 

Your movement slows again, almost to a stop and you finally hear the cry of frustration, the tone, the word you’ve been waiting for. 

“Y/N PLEASE.”

You give him what he wants then, amid the sounds of his begging, his gentle whining, the stars in his eyes. A powerful feeling this, to know a god wants you. 

To know he loves you. 

His end comes with a push, a push of his hips up to join you and the gush of cum on his belly. Dazed, silent, lost in the air of climax and you fall back, slipping from him with a half laugh and a gasp of fresh air. 

A good end for you both, one for you to relish in, to savor as you wiggle to his side, press a kiss to his cheek and bring a red glow to cheeks. 

One, you hope he will replay.

[13as07]

Object #1

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to sajol201460]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,228

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I have no relational explanation for this short series besides the reoccurring thought of being the akatsuki's free-use doll so sorry not sorry

Characters: Pain/Nagato, Konan, and Sasori

Sadism (biting, choking, hair pulling, slapping)

Blood Play (licking up blood)

Nicknames: Princess, Good Girl, Master, Sir, Lap Dog, Mutt, Puppet

Domination (varies levels)

Oral/Fingering

Cock-warming

Degrading (object, cumdump, whore, bitch, dumb, disgusting)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Bondage (wrist restraints)

Creampie/Cum Shot

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The feeling of teeth grazing my inner thigh roughly snaps me out of sleep. "Who's..." I start, my head still foggy with sleep. My hands sink down my body, being met with a head of hair as I try to push the person off of me.

"Knock it off, Princess," Nagato's voice rings out before his teeth sink back into the tissue of my leg.

As the fog of sleep slips away, my senses start to wake up, painting the unseen picture in the dark room. My thighs tingle in pain, a promise that Nagato has been nibbling at them for a while. His arms are wrapped around my legs, keeping them in place as he does as he pleases.

His room is mostly silent, the only noise being the suction of his mouth on my skin. I shouldn't call it his room, it's our room - unofficially. I don't have a room in the hideout; another degrading reminder that I'm not viewed as a person by its members. I'm not a person here, I'm an object, something to be used as wanted by the murderous group.

Nagato's jaw relaxes for a second, a gentle kiss being pressed into me before his teeth clamp down on the same spot. The warmth of my blood trickles out this time, proof that my skin has been ripped by our lovely leader. Their leader.

I do not leave the grounds of the hide-out unless Pain requests my presence or he accompanies me. I do not fight for whatever cause he formed the group around. I do get to spend my day as I please, filling my time as I wait to be used again. I do not get a say in what happens or when. I am here to be used, to ease the member's needs, to be a warm body for Nagato to sleep next to.

I do get whatever I want; jewels, clothes, food, entertainment, company. Outside of being used, the answer is always yes. I do get to leave on request. My life has led me to many beautiful sights, all it takes is me to ask. I believe it's a fair trade, how wouldn't it be? Most of the time I get pleased as the members' needs are met and I get treated as a princess, as Pain's nickname for me signifies.

"Good girl," he mumbles against the torn skin, his tongue sliding out to lick it up.

Once the blood is done leaking out of my wound, Pain shifts his attention to my other thigh and quickly lives up to his name. Bites are littered over my skin until he finds the spot that satisfies his requirements. He goes back to his favorite pastime, bruising my skin with his teeth until it gives away and tears.

I let my mind wander, trying to keep my focus off the sizzling pain between my legs. With Nagato keeping the room so dark I never know how early or late it is. Is my day starting early? Or right on time? Is it even the daytime? Perhaps it's the nighttime and Nagato simply needs some relief.

"Pull your head out of the clouds," he orders, a usual demand from him. Pain thrives on attention, most notably mine, as do most of the members.

I do as I'm told, despite my want to ignore him. As I focus back on my metaphorical leash holder, the burning from my marks fills my head again. His hands push up my nightgown, resting it just below my chest. The chilled air of the room brushes over my usual bareness.

I don't see a point in keeping myself covered if I'm going to spend a good chunk of my day uncovered. This mindset has led to a lack of underwear and a lot of dresses and skirts.

Fingers ghost over my pussy as Nagato nibbles his way up my stomach. Not many of the members are gentle with me, but a good handful are nice, occasionally pleasing or stretching me to take them easier. Part of me thinks it's cause they care, but most of me knows it's so they don't hurt me. What use does a broken toy have, even if it is your favorite?

     "You'll be my breakfast today," Pain whispers into my skin, kissing his way back down my body. "Stay still, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir," I answer back, sliding my hands into his hair. I keep my fingers light, not wanting him to misinterpret it. He doesn't, which means he's in a good mood today.

     Nagato's lip piercings snag as he dips down, tearing a strip of skin on my stomach. This seems to only improve his mood, small licks working to clean up the accidental mess. When he's happy with his clean-up duty, his head jumps down to hover over my pussy. "Princess?"

     "Naga?" I hum out, testing the waters for today.

     He stills for a moment, processing the nickname. The thought of today being good is set in stone when Pain presses a kiss into my torso. "I would like to hear about your plans for today."

     "Well, Sasori is off duty today so I'm sure I'll spend a good chunk of it with him," I say, starting my ramble. I don't know why but Nagato seems to like hearing my voice as he pleases me.

     A reward for my compliance comes, a soft lick to my clitoris. Once the kitty lick is over, Pain wraps his mouth around it, gently sucking on me. "I'll probably take a hot shower when Sasori gets bored of me. He tends to leave a mess." He hums a slight encouragement to keep going. The vibrations jerk my legs closed, squeezing the head of the man between my thighs.

     A pop fills the room when I'm released from Nagato's mouth, signifying the end of his gentleness for now. "How disappointing," he mutters to himself before dipping back down.

     This time around his head doesn't hover as much. He dives right in, head buried deep to ensure his face piercings snag on me. They do snag, tugging at the skin of my pussy as he continues his meal.

      Pain sets a constant pace, his tongue swirling around the rim of my hole a couple of times before dipping the tip of it in. His head nods, his nose clumsily rubbing my clit, and his piercings tugging on my folds as he moves. The constant snagging releases small sparks of pain, not enough to hurt but enough to cause discomfort.

     "Continue," he orders, his hot breath coating my growing slick.

     "I... um..." The words stick in my throat as I flutter my eyes shut, in an attempt to focus out my sentence.

     "Why are you being difficult today?" He asks, head lifting to look at me. "I'm being nice because you had a rough day yesterday and you can't even obey enough to watch me please you."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, blinking my eyes open and coasting them downward.

     A hum of disapproval leaves his lips, quickly followed by his tongue poking out. It slides over my clit again, this time with a lot more pressure. "Perhaps we need to take a trip. Maybe you're being used too much. You shall pick a place by dinner." The order is clipped and matter-of-fact. Nothing more than needed maintenance.

     "If you act like this all day, we might have to leave tomorrow. You will be sore," his tone is calm, still even, and straight to the point. "Continue."

     Nagato's head dips down again, this time hovering so that the metal punched into his face doesn't cause me more discomfort. It's a bit disappointing since his tongue can't plunge as deep as it could before, but I don't complain. Pain is right, he is being rather nice today.

     "I... I might... reread my newest book," my eyes flicker with the sentence but I make sure they don't stay closed too long. I don't want my orgasm to be taken away, especially since it might be the only one I get today.

     "Reread?" He asks, tongue stopping long enough to get the word out. Naga starts nodding his head again, stimulating my clit as he slurps me up.

     "Ya... I... finished it yesterday." My fingers tighten around the red locks wrapped up in my hands.

     Pain stales for a second, eyes glancing up at me in a warning before he goes back to pleasing me. "Do you not have another?"

     I hum a no, trying to focus on not letting my legs shake. I hate how easily I cum, the disadvantage being courtesy of nonexistent attention to my needs most days. "No... I finished... all my new... books." My heavy breath fills my ears as my lungs pump faster.

     Naga shifts back up, his mouth wrapping around my clit again. The feeling of him sucking on me and his tongue swirling over it is enough to finish me off. Despite my efforts, my legs cage his head again and my hands shove his face down further.

     His hands rub my thighs as he stays put, letting me do as I please, not for very long though. As soon as my pleasure is washed out of me, dripping down Pain's chin, I'm met with a pissed of Akatsuki member. "You are quite the disappointment today. You will not get any more attention from me today."

     That's a lie and we both know it. Before bed tonight he'll be buried between my thighs again. If I wake up to head, I'll be put to sleep with head too. After all, Nagato is a man of routine.

     "I shall be back," he tells me before climbing out of our bed. My eyes trail after him, enjoying his bare back as he walks away.

     With the attention-hungry man off the bed, I let my eyes close once again. The couple minutes of peace soak into my body, almost putting me back to sleep. "We are awake for the day. Be awake," my needy master says, tugging me to the edge of the mattress.

     "I am awake," I mock, sitting up straight.

     Pain is pissed again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looks at me. Like I said, he's a man of routine. Every semi-nice thing he does for me is followed by unprovoked anger.

     He drops what he's holding into my lap before leaving me again for the closet. I look at the pile of cloth now present in my view. It's Pain's - unofficial - favorite skirt and one of his nightshirts.

     Maybe he doesn't think I need a break, maybe he's just pissy I've been busy with the other members of his 'Make the World Great Again' group. I don't know though, Pain is too bi-polar for me to keep up with his mood swings, let alone what he wants.

     When Nagato flips the lights on, the room starts buzzing with us getting ready for the day.

     It's the same routine every day. Pain picks my clothes, then his clothes, somehow 'accidentally' matching me every day, even if you can't see it under his robes. He dresses me, and then himself before doing my hair in whatever way he wishes. The last stop of the morning is his steady hand painting my face before he does his eyeliner. The whole time I stay under his feet, following him around the room as he moves around.

     On days I get used enough to shower before he gets home, I'm always met with his usual pissy look. Pain doesn't like it when I change his choices throughout the day, but he's never told me not to.

     "Princess," he calls, making me perk up from my resting spot. As he did his makeup today I decided on sitting on the floor, resting my body weight against his legs. "It is time for breakfast."

     I follow the routine, crawling to my feet and waiting for Pain to lead the way. Once his eyeliner pen is tucked back into place, he stands up too, hand sliding under my collar to hold onto my throat. Naga decided on a thinner one today, a light-weight black chain to match his face piercing; another unofficial favorite.

     His hand stays light as we putter our way down the hallways, occasionally squeezing my throat as a reminder I'm there. The walk is boring, nothing new to look at or talk about.

     When I'm tugged into the kitchen area, it takes me a second to adjust to the natural light outside. The sun shines through the huge windows of the kitchen, my first notification that it is morning time.

     "Sit," I'm ordered, being shoved into Pain's chair before he disappears into the cooking area.

     Eyes of the Akatsuki snap to me, all of them present for their mission orders. I happily smile, waving at all of them. "Good morning my boys! And Konan!" I get a range of reactions from 'Good morning beautiful' to ignorance.

     A cough from the kitchen echoes throughout the room, ripping 'good morning's from the half that didn't respond. Aside from that, the members ignore me, knowing better than to play with me until Pain has had his fill.

     Soon Mr Bi-Polar is back, pissy face as present as ever. "Up," the order comes, one in which I quickly respond to. Nagato sits down in his chair, tugging me into his lap after setting down his coffee and my breakfast. Scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and bacon; it must be Tuesday.

     I'm shifted around, placed how the head of the table wants before he turns his attention to his coffee. "Eat quickly, Princess." I'm ordered like I am every day. My plate must be cleaned and Pain must be buried deep into me before he starts his morning meeting.

     Eyes flicker to me as the members enjoy their breakfasts and conversations. Everyone knows that everyone else uses me, but that doesn't mean any of them would be caught dead using me by Pain. It's a confusing demonic. I'm public property, but only when Naga says so. Naga who hates me half the time and plans his decisions around me the other half.

     Once my plate is clean, Pain's coffee cup is lowered to me. It's half full like I expected. I let the bitter taste slide down my throat as the sound of Naga's clothes shifting slid into my ears.

     A hand is placed against my hips, pushing me upwards. I follow the movement, leaning over the table as the man under me adjusts himself. When he's ready, I'm pulled back down, Pain's dick burying itself into me. "Don't be a distraction, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir." I stay put like I'm supposed to, being nothing more than a sleeve to keep Nagato warm. My mind wanders, scanning over the room and the members as everyone drains on about the plans for today, none of which concern me.

     This little scene is Pain's reminder to the members that he's in charge, that he's the boss. It's a test for disobedience of his employees. When someone's eyes flicker to me, I'm used until everyone looks away. Some days we make it through the whole meeting, leaving me to be used afterward. Some days we don't make it past the first thirty seconds.

     I scan the members again, being met with the newest member's eyes. Deidara's cheeks go pink, not unnoticed by Pain. "Princess."

The single word puts me into motion. I rock my hips, shifting myself up and down Pain's dick. More eyes snag on me as whimpers and moans tumble out, the whole time Deidara's eyes stay locked on mine. I swear that boy never learns.

When people don't fall back into place fast enough, hands grip my hips, slamming me down faster than I can move on my own. "Pain," I whine, glancing behind me at him. That gets eyes snapped away from me. No man likes hearing someone else's name fall for the lips of their lover.

"Silence," Nagato hisses, anger back on his face as he drops me on him again, hands keeping my hips pressed down.

The rest of the meeting is uneventful, everyone keeping their eyes off of me and Deidara's staying locked on the table.

"Dismissed." Chairs screech as people rush out of the room, leaving Pain, Konan, and me behind.

"Princess." My hips shoot up, jumping back into motion. Konan's eyes are locked on me, watching me fuck myself on her leader's penis.

     She's interesting, partly because she uses me the least and partly because I know my very being pisses her off.

Just like before, Nagato's hands grip my hips, moving me at the pace he likes. I let my focus stay on the woman across the table from me, my noises and calls for her boss purposely coming out louder and needier than they usually do. I find it entertaining, watching her get pisser and pisser.

     "Princess," Pain hisses, dropping me backward again before keeping me in place. His head dips, lying against my shoulder as his warmth spills into me. "Perhaps you're not as disappointing today as I thought," he mutters, hands snaking up to cling to my throat again.

     "Thank you, Naga," I purr, shifting myself on his lap.

     He stays like this, buried into me and panting against my shoulder. It's almost sweet, aside from the pity party being thrown at the other end of the table. "What a pretty little object," he whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my jaw before shoving me onto the table again.

     I stay leaned over as Pain slides out of me, using my thighs to clean himself off.

     "I must go. Be good," he orders, hands gripping me as he picks me up, placing me on my feet before he disappears to do God knows what.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" I ask Konan once I'm sure Pain is out of earshot. I don't need a lecture about my attitude or for Konan to get into trouble because I feel like picking a fight.

     "Aren't you disgusted with yourself?" She asks with venom in her words.

     "Aren't you pissy cause Pain will fuck me but not you?" I throw back, a smirk crawling across my face. Konan's face scrunches up as she climbs to her feet. "Oh no," I tease, a giggle following my words. "I'm oh so scared of you. Please don't hurt me, paper lady. I don't want to have to spray you with a water bottle."

     "You really think you're hot shit don't you?" She asks, stomping over to me.

     "No, but Pain's semen sure as hell is." That gets me a jaw click from the angry lady, how fun.

     "Don't forget you're nothing but a lap dog. At least he trusts me enough to help the Akatsuki."

     "Oh yes, how I crave to go commit murder instead of living my best life as a house pet."

     My eyes light up at the sight of Konan's fists clenching. They light up even more as she huffs in anger. "Listen here you little lap dog. I am treated with respect, I am Pain's right-hand man. You are nothing but a cumdump, a sex toy, a fucking object to be used. You're nothing."

     "Ya? Then why are you so mad? Are you pissy 'cause none of the guys will eat your pussy?"

     That gets a reaction out of her. Konan leaps forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair and snapping my head backward. "Fine, you want to act like a fucking mutt, I'll treat you like a fucking mutt." The words make me tingle, my pussy clenching, forcing Pain's cum to leak out of me faster.

     Konan uses my hair to drag me down to my knees. "Dogs belong at our feet," she hisses, eyes sharp as she looks at me. "Stick your tongue out, Lap Dog," she orders, face still drowning in anger.

     "And why would I do that?" Once the question is out, I'm slapped across the face.

     I whimper as my cheek stings with pain, all of which seem to encourage her more. "I said, stick. Your. Tongue. Out. Mutt." The words are hissed, as my hair is pulled harder. I silently curse at Pain for leaving my hair loose today.

     Reluctantly, I do as told, sliding my tongue out of my mouth. "Look at what a whore you are. Big 'fuck me' eyes with your mouth wide open. A dumb little bitch in heat." Konan's hand dips down as she degrades me, her pants being tugged to her knees. "Sniff, dumb dog," she orders, using my hair to shove my nose into her pussy.

     I clumsily fall forward from the movement, my nose falling right where she wants it and my hands clinging to her legs for stability. "Fuck you," I hiss, digging my nails into her thighs.

     "Just a little reminder, Lap Dog, but you're here to serve me as much as you're here to serve the guys. We'll spend all day like this if we have to. Sniff."

     The repeated order is followed by me being shoved further into her pussy. I go to nip at her, but Konan beats me to it. She moves her hips, her clothed pussy falling against my mouth. Against my wants, her pussy is pressed on my tongue, the salty wet spot of her underwear soaking against it.

     "Go on, Lap Dog. Eat my pussy. Act like the dumb mutt you are." Konan uses my hair to shove my face up and down herself, my tongue sliding against her as she does so. "That's it you fucking cum dump," she moans, her head leaning back as she uses me to get off.

     I'm shifted again, pulled away from her long enough for her panties to be pushing down to join her pants. My face is pressed back into place, her juices leaking onto my tongue. "Lick, Dog." I try to tug back but fail miserably because of Konan's hold on me. "Go on, dumb dog. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can go back to being a dump for the male members."

My eyes jump up to her face, sending a glare Konan's way as I slide my tongue out. The sour taste of her coats it as I slide it through her folds.

"Fucking mutt," she moans, hips bucking forward. "You're nothing but a dumb object, aren't you?" She continues, voice pitched as she grinds against my tongue.

     My pussy drips as I'm being used, making the spot between my legs burn with need. "Rub yourself, Lap Dog. I'm sure you're getting off on this too, mutt," Konan orders, eyes flickering open long enough to look down at me.

     This time I'm not as reluctant to do as ordered. I reach my hand between my legs, my fingers eagerly colliding with my clit. I rub circles into myself, using my tongue at the same pace on Konan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her being shot towards the ceiling.

     When that's not enough, I slide my fingers backward, plunging them into my pussy. A greedy moan slips from my lips, colliding into Konan's pussy. Like before, I slip my tongue down to keep pace.

     My tongue plunges into her, pumping and curling the same as my fingers. "Fucking Christ," she mutters, her pussy starting to clench around me.

     Unlucky for me, my orgasm comes before Konan's, filling the kitchen with the sound of my cum dripping to the floor. "What a dumb dog, making yourself finish before me," she hisses, tugging on my hair before grinding against my mouth again.

     Despite her bitching, I keep slurping her juices up, working quicker to push her over the edge too. It doesn't take long for Konan to come undone, her tangy juices draining down my throat. "Dumb fucking Lap Dog," she bitches, keeping me in place as she catches her breath.

     "A greedy, disobedient dog," Konan continues, pulling me off of her before dragging me backward. "Look at what you did," she barks, shoving my face into the mess I left on the floor. "Look at the mess you made. Lick it up, mutt." My face is still shoved against the floor, mine and Pain's cum rubbing against my cheek.

     "Lick it up," she repeats, picking my head up just to shove it back down. I let my mouth fall open, my tongue slithering out to desperately clean up my mess. The taste of Nagato's cum mixed with mine relights the fire in me, quickly making me horny again.

     "What a good, Lap Dog, cleaning up after your disgusting self," Konan teases, finally letting go of my hair. "Dumb bitch," she mumbles, straightening herself and her clothes before walking away, leaving me a spread-out, horny mess on the kitchen floor.

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The feeling of Sasori's paintbrush sliding over my bare stomach is soothing, as is the cold paint being gently placed on my skin. I like when Sasori has a day off or is on medical leave. He's one of the gentler members, both in and out of his use of me. That, and the fact he usually spends our time together covering my skin in whatever new paint idea he has.

     "Puppet?" He calls, making my eyes snap open. "Are you sleeping?"

     "No, just resting my eyes, Ori."

     He hums in disapproval, getting upset with the lack of my attention on him. I swear this whole murder band is attention-starved. "Don't do that."

     I don't, instead, I let my eyes trail down to my stomach, taking in Sasori's newest artwork. I'm not quite sure what it is that he's painted today. It kind of looks like a raccoon made out of sand. "Ori?" Another hum is my answer, the murderer too busy adding in his details to pay me much mind. "What are you painting on me?"

     "The one-tailed beast." Well, that's not a raccoon, though I did get the sand part right.

     My eyes trail after Sasori's hands, watching the way they dip and flow over me as he paints. Once he's done, I'm left to continue lying in the grass as he cleans up his supplies.

     Ori doesn't like being cooped up inside, which usually leaves us in the stretched-out field surrounding the hideout or next to the lake a couple of yards away. He insists being outside helps the paint dry better, but I think that's just an excuse.

     When my current companion comes back, he slides himself back between my legs, hands on my knees to press them against his sides. "I'm bored, be of use." He orders, head tilting to scan over his work again.

     "How would you like me to do that?" I ask, squeezing his sides with my legs. Another hum, this one long and drawn out as Sasori's eyes dance over me. Hands slide down my legs, clinging to my thighs before pushing them wider. "Ori?" I call, trying to shift his hand off of the open bite mark gifted to me by Nagato earlier today.

     "Be quiet, we wouldn't want someone finding our headquarters because you can't keep your mouth shut," he says, the slightest bit of teasing laced into his words. This is another reason I think Sasori likes to spend time with me outside. I think the thrill of possibly being caught in the act by an enemy ninja excites him.

     He shifts around, body lying on top of me and arms scooping my knees from underneath. "You've had an eventful day," Ori mutters, his lips brushing against my thighs, purposely kissing every bite and bruise left behind by Pain.

     "I guess you could say that," I whisper, hands snaking down to grab ahold of him. Sasori tips his head, letting my fingers come into contact with his hair. It's ironic, that the puppet master enjoying being puppeteered while between my legs.

     His kisses trail up me, the final one being pressed to my pussy before his tongue replaces it. It swirls around, skirting across my clit before sliding down to tongue fuck me. "Ori," I whine, bucking my hips upward.

     I don't get a verbal response, but Sasori does tighten his grasp on my legs. He keeps himself busy, skipping between fucking me with his tongue and licking at my clit. Strings of whimpers and whines pull out from me because of this.

     "You are taking forever," he groans, head raising to look at me. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

     "I am, I swear," I murmur between huffs of air.

     "Doesn't seem like it," Ori says, sitting back up.

     "Hey!" I whine, gripping his shirt and trying to pull him back down.

     He clicks his tongue in disapproval, hand shooting up to clench my wrists. "Stop doing that. Don't let my kindness make you forget you're an object for my use. My little puppet." The words make me squirm, my teased orgasm very evident to being left unfinished.

     Sosari's free hand dips under me, flipping me over. I land on my knees, my ass prepped up as the top half of myself is pressed against the soft grass. He shifts my hands behind my back, crossing them before the familiar warmth of his chakra threads wraps around my wrists, keeping them in place. "How pretty," he mutters, hands falling to my hips.

     They only stay there for a second before they're pulled away. Clothes shift behind me before my skirt is flipped up. The first approving hum of the day falls from Sasori, a hand wrapping around my bound wrists as he enjoys the view. I'm tugged backward, his dick quickly slipping into me as I'm manhandled.

     "Ori," I whine, squirming around under him.

     "Puppet," he sighs, hand holding on to my wrists tighter as his other one settles on my hip. Sasori sets a slow pace, thrusting into me at a steady pace as I'm held still. Kisses are pressed along my spine, paired with murmured praises.

     A grunt falls from Ori, his thrusts suddenly stopping. "Damn it, Puppet," he hisses, pulling himself out of me. The hand on my hips falls away again, soon falling to jack Sasori to his finish, evident from the sloppy sounds that were previously being made by my pussy. “Puppet,” he hisses again, the back of my thighs being coated with his semen.

The field is left silent, Sasori leaning against me as he tries to calm his breath. His hands wander across me, clinging to any skin can get in contact with.

“I’ve made a mess of you,” he mutters, his head finally lifting. “I’m sorry,” the apology is followed by the sounds of his chakra strings snapping, letting my hands lose once again.

“It’s fine, Ori,” I coo, shifting my joints around. They ache and creak as they’re shifted around.

Another line of kisses is pressed against my back as his hands work on tugging my skirt down and pulling the shirt he discarded forever ago back on. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he orders, a kiss pressed into my neck and a soft hip tap to encourage me to my feet. “Then I’ll repaint you, puppet.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, shakily climbing to my feet. Today is going to be a very long day it seems.

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[yahikonann]

The Bra

Pairing : Nagato x Reader

Yahiko x Konan

P.S: I've been writing this for a looooong time! But it's still not finished so this is part 1.

Summary: You and Konan want to attract your boys and Koran suggest to buy a bra too seduce them😈

Please note: slight fluff, sweet Nagato, self restraing Yakiko and smut ( a little this part)

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"do you think he has feelings for me?"

Konan asked you anxiously. You two were on your way to Amegakure to buy some things for your small house that were in the middle of nowhere. You two did this every 2 weeks and sometimes Yahiko and Nagato came.

" I think yes" Konan, "he stares at you differently, you know? That kind of look."

She bit her lips, pissed off.

"then why doesn't he make a move? I've been waiting so long to be with him. I can't take it anymore."

She said angrily, moving her hands in space.

You giggled. You knew Konan loved Yahiko and knew Yahiko loved her too, but it was a question for you too. Why didn't Yahiko make a move?

" I understand Nagato, he's so shy to make a move on you but Yahiko's not like him, ughhh."

You blushed as you heard Nagatos name.

"he doesn't like me like that, you know."

You put your head down as you whispered.

You loved the redhead boy but you were too shy to show or tell him.

And he was so shy too.

And so out of confidence.

But you still loved him.

"pfff don't say that to me! I see him every day how he eats you with his eyes! He wants you so damn much."

Konan pitted on your shoulder while talking like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

-

Your stomach flattered, thinking about Nagato liking you back. But then why didn't he make a move too?

" it doesn't matter if he doesn't make a move on me! I'm tired of these one-sided feelings too, Konan."

Konan sighed and then looked at the sky.

"Then maybe we should make a move."

You nodded as you arrived at one special store you both needed to buy things every 3 months.

Underwear.

Konan smirked and entered the shop first.

The young girl behind the counter smiled.

"hello beautiful ladies, how may I help you?"

Both of you needed a bra, panties and underwear for the boys.

Konan leaned against the counter, whispering sexily.

"give us the sexiest bra you have darling. I need to make someone shake as they saw my boobs."

The girl smiled deviously and you shivered.

Poor Yahiko.

And Nagato.

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" we're back boys!"

You said loudly as you and konan entered your small house.

The boys were playing a card game on the table. Yahiko looked at you.

" finally! Why this late? You two never come back this late! "

Konan put her hand around your neck, smiling innocently at him.

"the store we buy underwear has got really beautiful bras! It was so hard for us to choose, that's why... Oh by way, we bought you boxers too!"

Then she put a small pack on the table and laughed nervously.

"they had only this model... I hope it will be good for you both! Oh and Nagato!"

The redhead boy looking at her innocently

"what?"

Konan giggled the whispered deviously.

"Y/N bought you purple since you loveee purple."

He blushed and looked down.

"oh, thank you Y/N."

You bit your lips, looking at him saying you're welcome.

But he didn't turn up his head to look at you.

Konan smirked.

" Y/N bought a skirt too. They had really pretty clothes today, from lingeries to other things. I wish I could buy them all."

She sight. Yahiko frowned, then firmly said.

"we don't need this stuff. We should save money for our future."

Konan stared at him.

" yeah I know cuz I don't have a boyfriend to wear those for him! "

She said bitterly then walked away, going out. The room went silent. You took a deep breath.

"we are girls Yahiko. We love this stuff. You shouldn't have told her that. We just bought fantasy clothes."

"I didn't mean it like that... It's just.. I..."

He put his head down, regretting his words.

Suddenly something sparkles in your head. You didn't know what would Konan's reaction be  but this wouldn't hurt.

You gulped.

"in town, someone asked her out."

"WHAT?!?!!"

Nagato and Yahiko shouted at the same time.

"Shhhh! She doesn't know I'm telling you this! So don't make it obvious in front of her!"

You saw Yahiko fisted his hand.

Looked like the plan was going to work.

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You wore your skirt when the three were out. Taking a look in the mirror you cursed Konan. This was so short! Your thighs were showing off sexily and a bent was enough to show your ass.

Damn you Konan!

" but it's too short Konan, I can't wear this!"

Konan grabbed your hand firmly.

" you want Nagato or not?" You nodded quickly. " Then pay attention to what he loves! He stares at your legs whenever you show off some skin! He has a thing for thighs and ass , exactly opposite of Yahiko who love tits!"

You bit your lips

" ok then. I'll buy it."

But maybe you shouldn't. You couldn't wear this in front of him. What would he even think? It was purple, his favourite colour. Still, you couldn't deny, you looked sexy as hell.

"I'm back! Is anyon-"

Your head immediately turned toward his voice. Nagato was there. Stood by the door, his mouth open as he stares at your skirt.

Your milky legs.

"N-Nagato, I thought y-you were in town."

You said, trying to pull your skirt down maybe to cover yourself more.

Nagato gulped, closed the door without breaking his stare from your legs.

"yeah, but remembered I left something home so I came back."

He came closer and in each step you took a step back. Until you reached the wooden wall. Nagato stood closely in front of you.

"I didn't know you have skirts."

His voice was low, like a whisper that was only for you to hear.

You shrank as you fist your hand unconsciously.

" I-I didn't. I just bought this. Told you so that day. "

This was what you always wanted. Him paying attention to you. But now you got so embarrassed to do something.

"oh? With Konan? Did you buy a bra too?"

Your face flushed. When did he get this confident?

You nodded slowly. You wore that today before you put on your skirt.

Nagato took a step back to take a look at you head to toe.

- you are wearing it now, don't you?

Your eyes winded as you look into his eyes. How did he...?

- it shows off your breasts so nicely, besides that skirt.

You felt your gaze become blurred. Was he humiliating you? Was he that sweet Nagato you liked?

Before a drop fall from your eyes, you pushed him hard to run to the room but he was quicker, hugging you from behind.

- Y/N -

- let me GO!

You cried out, trying to break free.

- I didn't mean it l-like that..

He said lowly, unconfident like how he is always. You calmed down in his arms then sniffed.

- y-you look really beautiful, you know? I was so shocked at first, that's why I react like that.

You bit your lips.

Yeah, that's why you got out of your mind and acted manly and flirted with me!

And how I ruined it...

"don't be mad at me, please."

And how could you, when he was this sweet.

- I'm not, it was new to me too, wearing these things..."

You said shyly and pulled away from his grip.

But maybe you could still fix this and get with him. You just needed a little more confidence now.

- so is it pretty?

You said innocently, spin on your kneel.

Then you saw it again in his eyes.

Lust.

The way he looked at your legs. You gulped as you felt yourself turning on under his glare.

He came a step closer, trying to act courageously.

- very, especially in this colour.

You smirked. In his favourite colour.

- then maybe I should wear skirts more.

He reached to you and you felt the wooden wall again behind you. His hand shifted on your hips, touching the hem of your skirt.

- oh no. you can't.

Deep down you knew why but wanted to continue this game.

You rubbed your legs in way he got aware.

- but why? I want to look beautiful Nagato.

Again you tried to talk as innocent as possible.

You felt his hands moving under your skirt, touching your bare smooth skin.

You shivered and he smirked.

- you must wear this for your man only.

He whispered in your ear, his voice huskier than anytime you heard. You choked as he nibbled gently on your earlobe.

- b-but I don't have a m-man...

You suppressed your moan when he started to plant chaste kisses on your neck.

- you have now.

Before you could do something, he kissed you. At first he was shy but you kissed him back quickly to give him more confidence.

He finally kissed you. You eagerly opend your mouth, moaning as you deepen the kiss. He pushed you against the wall kissing you hungrily, sudden showing all the intentions he had kept inside.

"N-Nagato..." he kissed your neck slowly,  each kiss like rooting a new seed. Your body Shivered and a sudden loud moan escaped your mouth. "So this is what they call weak spot" he whispered as he kissed that spot, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. You clutched his hair, pulling him closer. " it'll leave a mark..." You whispered in his ear. He licked the Hickey he just made, hands grabbing your ass, squeezing softly. " you're going to be marked constantly from today" he kissed you again, hugging you and laying you on the mattress.

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To be continue.....😈

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 53: Mr. Fear (2)

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Chapter Summary: Pain takes his role of God very seriously.

Author's Note:

The warnings for this chapter are religious discussions (alluding to Christianity in particular), suicidal thoughts, and Christmas-related depression. The song for this chapter is Mr. Fear by SIAMES. Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day is also mentioned.

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You know

I'll never disappear

Now get me out of here

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Her leg still hurts from Hidan laying on it for so long. It’s been a couple of days since then… She’s starting to get concerned.

The woman swallows as she lays herself backwards on her favorite couch— that is, backwards from how she goes to bed, head on the opposite side, farther from the door. She massages the wound underneath the blanket, notes how the stitches— unlike medical grade sutures— have not yet decayed. They’re metallic, like staples but instead able to curve in and out of her body like thread. Eventually, she gives up with a sigh and pulls her hand from out of the covers. Nothing more she can do, at least right now.

...

She stares up at the ceiling, hears a distant clock tick. Tick, tick, tick. Time has been passing. Is that bad? Is it good? She’s still alive… She managed to still be alive.

The woman lays on the couch and feels the stagnation of time, exists less within her body and more sees herself out of it. She imagines how she must appear— small, cozy even. Her undone hair sprawls on the pillow, and her eyes seem tired but peaceful. One thing she doesn’t catch onto, though, is that the more she thinks, the more her fingers begin to fidget into one another, tug at the edges of her nails.

She did a good thing, and she’s paying for it. Fucking Christmas… That’s when it all started, in a way; at least when it started getting worse. It’s clearer now, giving it space and time...but that’s really when a downhill slope started to become a tumble into hell. Man…

Does she tell them?

...

No. She shouldn’t.

Telling Konan was already too much, if it’s making her heart so heavy.

She has a long way to go.

The woman closes her eyes and tries to think of something else, only half succeeding. She dismissed it a bit at first mention— honestly far too easily— but the leader...he’s a god…?! In her mind’s eye she sees him, the exact way he first met her: A hole in a tree that opened like a mere optical illusion. Inside, two orbs tinted purple with rings getting smaller and smaller until they were dots centering his eyeballs. They stared down, up so high as he sat on a wooden knot, perched like something halfway between a king and a predatory animal. He got close to her level and whispered she was free of wrongdoing— of sin, of necessary guilt, of danger. It’s nearly impossible how similar his traits are...to…

Well. You know who. The big guy upstairs.

...

Goddammit, she’s thinking about Christmas again. What did she do in a past life to deserve this? Did she kick Santa as a baby when someone put her on his lap? She exhales, long and loud in hopes of releasing the wistfulness penting up in her chest. It doesn’t get rid of it, though. In fact, it brings someone else around:

“Takara-chaaaaan!”

Her eyes crack open and he’s exactly as close to her face as he sounded like. Even mere inches away, the performer can’t see into the single hole for Tobi’s eye; he doesn’t give her long to try harder.

“Whatcha doin’, laying down like that?! It’s the middle of the day! Come on, lazybones, let’s go outside again!”

An arm overtop the blanket is taken and tugged, but it remains lax in Tobi’s grasp. It flops down when he lets go, brushing knuckles against the top of the living room rug. She frowns unwittingly, pondering her choices or lack thereof. She’s developed a limp recently, on the leg that Kakuzu had to stitch up, and it’s gotten worse and worse each time they’ve roughhoused in the snow… If it doesn’t get a break, it may mean a more permanent kind of damage, she fears.

“I’m sorry…” the performer begins, as she often does with an apology. “I—I’m not feeling very good. I...pulled a muscle. Or something.”

Tobi tilts his head with a small “oh?” from behind his mask. “Pulled it? Doing what?”

“I—” Oh...she can’t blame him. This conversation is hard enough as it is. How can someone with no face still resemble a sad puppy, leaning over her like that? “Don’t know. I just need rest.” And the woman closes her eyes in hopes that’ll get the conversation to end… However, the cloth on top of her begins to pull away...

“Maybe I can help—”

“NO!” She sits straight up in a panic. There’s no way he can see her injury— no WAY! Black gloves back off, palms raised as the man jolts away from overturning her covers. Then it hits her exactly what she’s done...how over the top that reaction is for what she wants Tobi to think is happening.

“Shit—” No, no don’t even say THAT out loud! “I— I’m sorry. I’m...cranky. I’m sorry.”

“Takara-chan…?”

“Please let me sleep. I— I don’t want to be...like this...anymore.”

And though this time there is no interruption when she turns away and closes her eyes, that doesn’t mean this conversation is over. Obito stares at her a moment— or rather, several until her facial muscles finally begin to relax— and he begins to decide what it is that needs to be done.

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Just trust in me, my dear

No cure is coming near

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“You spent a lot of time with her yesterday.”

Konan doesn’t let her steeled expression waver as Madara stands in front of her closed door, even when he uses his real voice. “More than usual,” she stipulates. “Maybe ten minutes, at most.”

“An hour if you include that time watching us in the snow,” the mastermind adds.

She narrows her eyes ever so slightly. “I suppose so,” she admits. “I figure this fact is of use, somehow?”

“Indeed,” the orange mask nods. “What did you talk about? Her attitude has shifted since then.”

...

“She...inquired about angels. I explained my status as Pain’s right hand.”

“And she said nothing of herself?”

Konan treads lightly, unsure of what this information is for, how he intends to utilize it. “She mentioned angels were an important symbol of a holiday. A holiday around this time of year.”

He snaps his fingers in realization. “Of course—! Konan— I have a task for you...since it seems you’re the one with a foot in the door.”

What can she do but accept?

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How long you'll call me insincere?

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“She’s been this way all day…” Kisame murmurs, just around the corner of the living room and its accursed, girl-holding couch. “Itachi-san…? Do you think…?”

The named man exhales lightly through his nose, dark eyes gazing downward. Could she be in another decline? Another of these bouts of mental illness? But she can talk fine… She just seems...downtrodden. “Perhaps. But it isn’t the same.”

She can hear them— of course she can, they’re hardly out of sight— and she wonders if that’s on purpose. But no matter their intent, can’t tell them the truth. It’s too embarrassing at this point. It’s stupid...but it’s not. It’s so easy...but it isn’t. She WANTS it to not matter...but it does.

So it’s just easier to not confront it at all.

She closes her eyes. Maybe she can just sleep until it’s spring again. How’d that song go? It was about death and waiting until things feel better… Maybe if she tries to remember it, it’ll help her pass through this...

“I agree,” Kisame continues. And goddammit, the woman’s too nosy to not open back up her eyes and continue to snoop in. “Itachi…?”

There’s a long, long stretch of quiet. Being nosy is a trait as easily punished as it is rewarded. She can imagine anything and everything in the absence of talk. But then, an interruption:

“Ah, Konan-san…”

“May I speak with you a moment?”

“Sure.”

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I'm not here to fulfill your parody

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She can’t quite decide if engaging with it is really helping or not. Either way, these memories are hard to let go.

She HAS to get up sometime, if for nothing than to go to the bathroom and remind people she’s alive. It takes a while to work up to, the awareness of the very likely possibility that someone will stop her, talk to her, and she won’t know what to say. Her mind attempts to work through what to do if that happened, but it isn’t enough to calm her down.

...

She’s hungry.

...

She remembers the times she failed to die and why.

...

...

...

She gets up.

The sun is down, early as it does in this season, and candlelight guides her way.

...

She walks in the kitchen. There’s a loaf of bread in a paper bag. She unties it and sees there are no further pre-cut slices. The knife glistens, mirrors a warped reflection of her face as the handle is held in her numb hand.

The knife goes in...across...and out of the food, and she manages to only use the blade for that. She didn’t have any urges, these few days, but the memories are enough to make her worry, to think "just in case"...

A single slice of bread is set on the plate, and she listens to the world she’s in. Silence. It may be late enough that everyone is asleep. She didn’t see Deidara curled up nearby as she often does at night, but he has no obligation to be there. She convinces herself she should be happy if he’s given up on her and started to sleep alone in his own bedroom. That’s what would be the selfless thing to want.

Anyway. Point is...maybe she can finally have a real moment to herself as a moving, living human being. Maybe being alone yet with freedom will help. She exits the kitchen and walks towards the dining table—

A gasp, one she soon hopes couldn’t be heard.

A strike cuts her heart as she sees him. Orange hair, headband around it...even if he’s not facing her, it’s unmistakable. The man who claims to be God, who has so much in common with the one that haunted her whole life. He’s sitting there, all on his lonesome, apparently. As she stands frozen in place, that position of his continues; maybe he doesn’t know she’s here…

What a relief.

The woman tiptoes back to where she came from, planning to find another place to be alone.

...

...

...

And then she’s back. She doesn’t want to be alone anymore, not at all it turns out. She just wants the absence of effort that interaction requires. She’s willing to give it a shot, and hopefully he will understand. As unlikely as that would be, she’s just that desperate. You can only try.

Foolish mortal she is, even after considering the consequences, the sinner cannot keep from the allure of a god.

Wordlessly, she steps into the room, just behind the Akatsuki leader, a woman's shadow falling over his back. A pause is allowed, so he may dismiss her if he so desired. And then, as best as she can, she tries to sit down and eat without shame, like she would have if he wasn't there.

He doesn’t speak as she sits at the perpendicular side of the table to him. He glances over...she keeps her eyes down...and then his purple-gray targets go back forward. That's all there is to it. He looks ahead as if he sees nothing; if he’s a god, does he see everything right now? Is that what he's doing...? Konan said he was everywhere, or at least teased that sort of ability. ...It’s not her business. The less the stranger has to think about it, the better. She doesn’t want the wrath of a second god; The first one, after all, evidently found it suitable to make her his plaything.

Another bite, another bite...and she’s done. One last swallow and then follows an exhale of relief.

“May we speak?”

His words don’t feel as abrupt as it should be, even after being aside him so long without a single comment prior. Maybe the woman’s more numb than she thought she was. “Y-...yes, sir?”

He doesn’t look away from whatever it is, whatever is secretly in his vision as they, in person, are locked on a spot on this wooden slab they share. Even so, with the world on his shoulders, somehow he makes time just for her. “I suspect something may be...amiss.”

...

“What tipped you off?”

“Your silence,” he says. “Your stagnation.”

Ah, shit. Of course it was obvious.

...

“I don’t feel very good,” she half lies.

“Then I ask you to share your pain with me.”

Her eyes widen with surprise. He doesn’t shift, not at all, even as he states something so inviting, so...personal. Maybe she misunderstands…?

“My leg hurts,” she answers, being literal. “I’m just trying to rest, is all.” But her interpretation was right the first time.

“That isn’t all, is it?”

...

“Miss Takara...do I intimidate you?”

...

“No,” she lies entirely.

“I wouldn’t blame you if I did.” It is increasingly apparent he is allowing her to try again.

...

“Yes.” … “But...it’s not your fault.”

Well, that’s unexpected. He blinks, finally. “Oh?”

...

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

...Ah. He had hoped too soon. His eyes close. “As you wish.”

...

...

Perhaps that’s his cue that she’s free to go—

“Before you leave—”

Ah shit, she thinks, freezing mid-stand from her seat.

“Keep an awareness,” he bids. The only motion he makes in the whole interaction happens; he dips his head ever so slightly. “Whether you believe it or not in your heart...remember this in your mind:...”

And now he pins the Rinnegan right at her, full attention, nothing else he'd rather see.

“I will only show you mercy.”

Words intended for kindness just make her gut twist, but she can’t tell him that. Her head's already under the water. “Thank you, sir.”

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How come my song becomes unreal?

You never understand my melodies

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Wake me up

When September ends

The song is mumbled on the back of her tongue again. There’s no end or beginning. It's worse than an earworm; those only get words or notes stuck in your head. This is one of those times you can feel the song go all the way to your bones. It's etching into them, piercing with the full intent of melancholy and grief for what was. She imagines the way she looks now, and it's not as quaint as last she did this mental exercise. What she is within now is as messy as her apartment on the days she couldn’t get out of bed. Only made sense; she’s hardly gotten up this week.

Ring out the bells again

Like we did when spring began

Wake me up

When September ends

It’s been silence. Not even just quiet, but— no one. Nothing. It’s a ghost town. No sounds, no talking, no doors open or shut. She only just noticed, but it's been this way for a while. Maybe even as long as she's been thinking of that song.

...Is she asleep?

That possibility finally enough for her to get up once again. She looks out into the hallway, peeking from her room of refuge. A look side to side... Nothing.

Is this...

...A dream?

She steps up the stairs, and so far the old pictures of strangers who used to know this home are the only faces she sees.

“Hello?”

It’s empty.

Knock knock. “Hidan...?”

The doorknob wiggles— unlocked. A creak of the door and his room is empty.

Knock knock. “Kakuzu...?”

Empty.

“Kisame?”

“Itachi?”

Knock knock, knock knock.

“Deidara?”

“Sasori…?!”

Open door, open hatch. Creek, creek.

“Konan?!”

Even hers...it’s empty.

And what does that leave? Is it worth it? There’s only one room remaining, and it’s looming right behind her back.

She turns around, and her heart is racing. Where is everyone?! If THIS room is empty too— if even the Leader has gone and she hasn’t noticed—!

And as she reaches for that final knob...her fingers twitch. It��s like a force field is there. Everyone else she has at least some level of report with...at least SOME semblance of a relationship so as to justify entering their personal space, at least peek her head in.

With the man named after suffering itself...she has no such thing except his word.

There’s a dizziness in her head. Sometimes...when you stop experiencing the world— in the way fleshed out and full, good or bad, as social humans do—...different things in your mind are disproportionate. There could be an easy explanation of no one being around, but nothing feels reasonable with her anxiety. There could be a reason she sees shadows, hears something besides herself...but it feels so real…

Cough!

Like the ring of a bell, the door ahead calls, beckons her curiosity. Her hand finally lunges forward to pull the knob—

And someone else gets to her first.

“Miss Takara.”

Caught red handed by the leader himself. Those circles of orbit under his stricken headband stare. She begins to stutter. Shit. Shit! Oh SHIT!

“You’re not in trouble.” And to prove it, he lets her go. But shouldn’t she be, she thinks?! “What are you doing?”

The woman staggers backward, holding herself by the shoulders, knees pinning together. It’s almost like if she makes herself small enough, she can hide, but they both know that’s not how it works. Her face tinges pink, so pink you can even tell with the lights off. “Everyone was gone and...I... I got scared.”

...No. He doesn't look mad. Come to think of it...he's never been mad at her. No matter what dumb thing she did. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise that all he has for her is patience. “Apologies...I should have considered you could be active before our return.”

She blinks, confused as hell. ��Return…? Where’d you guys go?”

“Procurements,” he explains, as if that means anything to her. “And preparations.”

All she can do in this state of being is stare at him like a wide-eyed idiot. But the icy touch of his hand on her cheek wakes her up in a snap. Her breath hitches and her spine snaps up to attention.

“Please...join us downstairs, in your piano hall...when you are ready.”

He slips by her without a word, and half of her feels like her face was just cradled by death. The other still feels like this is yet another dream. As such, the traveler lingers still near the final door.

But Pain stops at the end of the hallway...and his eyes again target at her. It’s hard to stay in place when such a force asks you to follow.

This diversion is how Nagato manages to hold in another coughing fit until she’s out of earshot.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You know

I'll never disappear

Now get me out of here

Just trust in me, my dear

No cure is coming

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She walks down the stairs. Has she been so catatonic as to miss this…? Step by step down, the surroundings reveal themselves. There are...candles. More than before; certainly she didn’t light any. Still...even more than what's necessary...it's like a literal path, how they line the walls. Pain waits for her again, and over his head is...an angel. It’s like the one she made earlier, but better. Real origami, like Konan can make. The leader watches her eyes lock on it, and he only continues to guide once they come back down to him. As promised, they are going towards where she has given them her music.

It’s about time someone gave her something, in turn.

A sad girl steps into another dream. So many, many flames… Candles on every surface that could hold them, and angels and paper roses hanging from the ceiling. The woman with a matching flower pinned to her bun steps forward once Pain goes aside. It could be a painting. It could be a movie. What—…?

“You may dismiss this,” the lord’s angel tells her, as the traveler did when she gave the first present this season, “If you so wish. But I hope this will be...sufficient.”

The performer’s lips part but she says nothing. Everyone stands together, the celestial ones in front, orange hair and blue centered among the others. The zombies, the shark and magician, the artists, even the strange dual-colored spy… Just all standing there...just...for her…?

“What’s the name of this holiday, Takara-chan?” the last man says, Tobi peeking in from behind. “We’ve got the gifts, but not the name!”

“...You,” the stranger stammers, breathless and shaking, “Got...me…?!”

Satchels, and boxes, and bags… Every person in a black and red cloak is holding something. The reality hits her all at once, and her eyes go wide, wide, wide. It’s less like she’s surprised and more like she’s scared to death. A million things are running through her head at once— calculations and sentiments and ideas of what this does or does not mean and what she should or should not do. One thing is evident over all, regardless of it all:

“I...didn’t." Shame chokes her throat. "...Do anything...for you guys…” So she doesn’t deserve this. So this shouldn’t be happening.

“Perhaps not today,” Pain speaks for them all— and indeed, none stand to disagree, “...But you have given us more than enough. We’ve heard of your festival, and we want to partake...that is, if you will so allow. Share with us, Takara. To give also means one must eventually take. This exchange has been prepaid by your favor."

Give...take…?! All she’s done is take, and all they’ve done is give…! She told Konan about Christmas— barely, even— and they’ve gone out of their way to try to bring it to her— the best approximation as they could with what little they had. They thought she was SAD to miss it! They did all this for HER! Give, take?! Why?!

...

...

But she knows why. It’s so hard to ignore when people love you, even when you want to. Even when you try to hide from it. That's something well-ingrained in this story by now.

...She sniffles.

...She tears up.

...She cries.

The group watches as little by little, the woman from another world loses herself. Her knees hit the floor, and her mouth is covered by her hands. One could say she’s broken...but the god knows better. The way she quivers, the way she refuses to make sound even if to scream would be of use… The stranger is holding it all in; has been.

The Akatsuki like shepherds under the North Star witness as their leader steps forward and kneels down to her level. A hand on her shoulder. It trembles with the effort it takes to not cry out from the bottom of her lungs. Even now...she won’t give in.

A line is crossed, as that won't do.

God takes her into his arms. It isn't fathomable at first. Someone like him...holding her? A god? A god and his men who are out to redeem the world? All that and...there's space for her. His chest is so cold, can't even hear his beating heart but as seconds pass it begins to retain her warmth. 

"Let go," he whispers, only for her ears.

...She weeps.

Her voice echoes in his empty rib cage, vibrates the metal rods that keep the corpse together. The lost, lonely traveler may finally accept his mercy, share her pain. Almost a shame that Nagato cannot feel her there, not the way his vessel does. He tries, but he's tried before...and that is simply something he can't do.

His bed feels colder than usual, but that is what it takes to be God, perhaps even enough of one to live up to her expectations.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You know

I'll never disappear

Now get us out of here

Don't fight with me, my dear

Why can't I be in here?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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