#akatsuki x black reader

[eye-kandii]

MANEATER

Chapter 1

In her first act of freedom, Y/n had left a trail of destruction. The charred remnants of the prison stood as a grim reminder of her escape. Bodies of elite shinobi littered the scene—men and women who had underestimated her rage, her cunning, and the deadly allure of her siren-like abilities.

Whispers of her power and beauty spread like wildfire. The few survivors described her last act before vanishing: seducing the warden with a knife pressed to his throat, her voice like velvet laced with venom. "Open the gate," she had whispered, a seductive smirk on her lips. "Or bleed out in my arms.

He'd obeyed, of course. Who wouldn't?

The tension in the dimly lit Akatsuki hideout was palpable. Pain's Rinnegan glowed faintly in the shadows as he addressed the group.

"This Y/n Chisuke has stolen the world's attention from our mission," he stated, his voice cold. "She's a nuisance we cannot ignore."

Kisame leaned back against the wall, grinning. "A rogue kunoichi causing this much chaos? Gotta say, I'm intrigued. Think she'd join us?"

Deidara scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If she doesn't blow herself up first, yeah, sure."

"It doesn't matter what her motives are," Pain interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "She's a distraction. Find her. Kill her if you must. But do not let her stand in our way."

Y/n leaned back against the trunk of an ancient tree, a joint dangling from her lips as she exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke. Her red-dyed curls framed her face, her dark brown eyes scanning the horizon.

"Two years," she muttered, her voice low and raspy. "Two years locked up for something I didn't even do."

Her gaze flicked to the jagged knife in her hand, the same blade she'd used to carve her way out of that hellhole. The memory of her sister's lifeless body flashed in her mind, and her jaw tightened.

The flickering light of a dying campfire danced against the walls of a secluded cavern deep within the Land of Rain. The sound of rain echoed from the cavern's mouth, muffling the crackle of the flames and the low murmurs of the three figures seated around it.

Y/n Chisuke, notorious fugitive and the world's most wanted rogue kunoichi, sat cross-legged on the ground. Her red curls gleamed under the firelight, and a haze of smoke swirled around her as she took a slow drag from her joint. Across from her, the twin rogue ninjas Yuki and Yukan leaned against each other, their expressions tense but relieved.

"We always knew they'd come for you," Yuki said, her voice soft but firm. She tucked a strand of her long, silver hair behind her ear and stared into the fire. "But we didn't think they'd go this far."

Yukan, her twin, frowned, his dark eyes fixed on Y/n. "Half the shinobi world wants your head, Y/n. Staying with us is dangerous."

Y/n smirked, blowing out a plume of smoke. "Danger's all I've known, Yukan. Besides..." Her voice turned low, bitter. "Where else am I gonna go? Everyone else thinks I'm a monster. Only y'all know the truth."

The twins exchanged a glance, their bond unspoken but clear. They'd been through too much together to turn her away now.

Yuki's hand rested gently on Y/n's knee, grounding her back to the present. "We know you didn't kill her, Y/n. And we know who did."

Y/n's jaw clenched, the firelight reflecting in her dark eyes like embers. "Then why don't the rest of them know? Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

"Because the truth doesn't matter to them," Yukan said bitterly, his voice low. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "You're a scapegoat, a convenient target to distract the world from their own failures."

Y/n's smirk returned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Well, if they wanted a monster, they've got one now."

Unbeknownst to the trio, search parties continued to comb through the forests and villages of the Land of Rain. Shinobi from every village—Konoha, Suna, Kiri, and beyond—were relentless in their pursuit. Every dead lead only fueled their frustration and resolve.

The Akatsuki had also intensified their efforts. Itachi and Kisame had been dispatched to investigate rumors of a rogue kunoichi sheltering in the area. Deidara had been particularly eager, claiming he wanted to "test her resolve" with his explosives.

But Y/n had been careful. For months now, she hadn't stepped foot outside the cavern except under the cover of night. The twins ensured she remained hidden, their skills in infiltration and deception keeping them one step ahead of the hunters.

"We can't stay here forever," Yukan said, breaking the silence.

"Duh," Y/n replied, rolling her eyes as she flicked ash into the fire. "I didn't escape that hellhole just to sit around."

Yuki tilted her head, her sharp gaze fixed on Y/n. "So what's the plan?"

Y/n grinned, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "We find out who really killed my sister. And when we do..." She let the sentence hang, but the weight of her words was clear.

Yukan leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That's the Y/n I know."

"Damn right," Y/n said, taking another drag. "They wanted a war. Let's give them one."

[thevirtualvalentine]

— ☁︎ AKATSUKI REACTION TO YOUR ‘AKATSUKI THEMED’ BONNET :

content warnings: fluff, kinky/curly haired!reader, established relationships, crack but written in character(ish), hidan being hidan, dreadhead!tobi, they love you and your natural hair. 🖤

authors note: extremely self indulgent headcannons I’ve been sitting on because I think this would be hilarious.

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

Deidara takes exceptionally good care of his hair, it’s something the two of you bonded over together in the hideout. He watches you do your wash days and then lets you slink into his room after to hangout, but today you got a new bonnet.

“Now that is a work of art,” he laughs watching you make your way to the bed. Usually, your bonnets are in one solid color but today… it’s black with red clouds, like his cloak. “Where’d you get a thing like that.”

Obviously, he had to get one himself so that you can match. “Baby, don’t gatekeep,” he begged and pleaded. On the upside, his hair is softer and silkier than ever and you’re beginning to envy his inches of 613 hair.

HIDAN

Hidan, bless his heart, does not understand hair care. When you first started seeing each other he did not know what a bonnet was for. But, once he learned he started buying you ones that he thought were cute. Pink ones, purple ones, ones with ties so you could make a bow.

“I ain’t ever seen no akatsuki bonnet,” he remarks watching you strut around the living room in your new item. “It’s cute bunny, real cute.” He can’t explain it, but this strokes his pride 10 fold seeing you in his paraphernalia. Safe to say this one became his favorite.

He did, however, also have one special made with Lord Jashins symbols too.

ITACHI

Itachi is a kind lover, therefore he does most of your hair care for you. Since being with him, wash day have never been a hassle. Braid outs, wash n go’s, cornrows galore that boy knows what to do.

That’s why when you’ve come to bed tonight you decide to surprise him. “What’d ya think?” You say while scooting closer to your lover under the covers. He’s also freshly showered, skin still damp as he lazily props himself up with an arm.

He toys with the elastic by dragging his finger along the perimeter, his sultry eyelashes batting as he looks you over. “I like it,” And he means it, but he already knows he’s going to get you one with the Uchiha insignia instead.

KONAN

Similarly to Itachi, Konan knows what the fucks going on. Queen of detangles and leave in conditioners, she gets you right and takes pride in being helpful to you. So, you thought you’d pay your girlfriend back with an homage to her organization that seemingly has profound meaning to her.

It’s late and you know she’s a bit stressed as of recent, so as you both get ready for bed in your shared bathroom you put on your new bonnet. She almost chokes on her toothbrush in shock!

“Oh baby I love it! Where did you even get something like that. It suits you so well,” she dotes with toothpaste still on the sides of her mouth. It puts a smile on her face whenever you wear it.

KAKUZU

The truest idgaf-er, says not a lick the day you wear it around him. Honestly he doesn’t know how feels about it, a stupid investment really. That you’d spend, most likely, his money on a such a trivial thing [eyeroll emoji].

Whatever. It’s.. nice. But, don’t expect him to compliment you. “Kakuzu, you haven’t said anything bout my new bonnet,” you pout while trying to curl up next to him like a cat on the sofa.

He pauses trying to find his words, “you look like a walking target.” When he sees the expression of joy fall from your face he knows he messed up. “But it’s a sweet gesture, little one.” He slots his arm on your waist rubbing the expanse of your smooth skin with his rough hand. It makes you heat up a bit. He’s a sweetie when he wants to be.

SASORI

Your boyfriend is annoying, but you happen to like him like that. The times when he is out of Hiruko in the safety of the compound, he likes to touch you even if he can’t feel it. He’s possessive over you, he knows how beautiful you are, your hair being only the crown of your beauty. He’ll curl strands of it around his wooden fingers as you talk — he isn’t the biggest help to maintaining it, wood body and all — more-so an appreciator of the art that is you.

You decide that you’ll annoy him back, buying a bonnet that matches his robe for work. “Are you serious? I wanted to play with your hair but you come in with that,” he pinches the veneer of his nose bridge in an exaggerated sigh. “You’re ridiculous. Come here, now.”

Sasori may act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s clear from the way he smirks as you lounge with him that he is a fan. “Such novelty,” he says while planting kisses on your forehead.

TOBI

Babe, he already had one. “Does that mean you wanted to match with lil ol’ me!!” He jumps around your shared room popping in and out of reality as you chase him around. What started as a coalition of curly heads in the akatsuki has blossomed into a fruitful relationship between you and he.

“Tobi you big jerk! I wanted to surprise you,” he looks utterly ridiculous in a matching robe and bonnet right now. You’re unable to catch him from how hard you’re laughing at him while he taunts you. Once you finally get your hands on the slippery bastard, it’s time for a wash day (together of course).

“How’d you even get this Tobi, I had to get mines special made,” you say as you scrub his scalp of any buildup with your nails. “A magician never reveals his secrets y/n-chan~~” he winks in your direction.

“Shut up or I’m charging you for a retwist.” He was quickly silenced.

[monstas1ut]

Characters w/ black! s/o who’s mad at them

LAW, ZORO, SASUKE, KAKUZU, ARMIN, EREN, ICHIGO, BYAKUYA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, nsfw for most, sfw for some, only the Aot men are modern, usage of ‘slut’, Kakuzu uses his tendrils.

__ a/n : Can we talk about how I got so much love from my trafalgar law post? Thank you so much. This is just a small little small headcannon thing.. I needed to write something.. even if it’s shitty lol.

Trafalgar Law is the epitome of ‘get somebody else to do it’. This is only at first when he notices you’re slamming things, rolling your eyes, or sucking your teeth. The surgeon can barely give a damn when you’re acting like this. Most of the time, he knows it’s his fault why you’re acting this way. Law won’t give you any attention until you calm down though.

When you’re finally quiet and shriveled up in a corner with anger looming over you, that’s when he appears. He will be as calm as ever and this will piss you off even more, but alas, Law isn’t dealing with your bratty self anymore.

If this is a public dispute, Law will in fact use his devil fruit to ‘room’ you away from others. There’s just no way he’s going to argue or let you scream at him in public. His eyes would squint at you as if you’re dumb and he’ll grip your chin with his tattooed hand. This of course only gets you to shut up for a little while.

“You are picking at my nerves. Pulling the strings even, and if you do not stop your petty behavior… I will stop it myself.” His voice would be at a low tone, mixed with harsh intent. His eyes would be directly looking into yours. And if his demand did not frighten you in any way, he would then have to resort to getting closer while his thumb slips into your mouth.

Law had never been so sexual before you.. but he knows how much of a slut you are for him. He just knew you’d wrap those glossy lips around his thumb. Not only did it keep you quiet, but it turned him on.. and he’s sure you were just annoyed from him ignoring you… So, his other hand would slip away and down into your bottoms. The only thing he felt was the shameful wetness.

Maybe you were just horny and mad..

“I will not tend to your every little need if you keep acting like this everytime you want to be a little slut..” he says as his fingers slip inside you.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t even know you were mad. Mad at him? For what? The blonde cook was the one that had to flat out tell him that you were angry with him. That’s when Zoro becomes pissed about you even spilling your problems to Sanji. Then, the whole ship has to hear you two verbally brawl.

He’s a petty asshole alright. He’s hidden every bonnet and scarf you’ve ever worn, and to his disbelief, you had one stashed. He’s also the one to cross boundaries and purposefully watch your bonnet fall off your head at night.. and he will not pick it up. He’s just that petty.. But when he finds out why you’re mad, he may stop.

Zoro will end up doing things under your nose. He’ll bring you something at most. He’ll let you sleep with him again.. but the biggest of them all would be how he apologies. It would be murmurs. You wouldn’t even notice he’s trying to say sorry.. The only time he can do it is after he cums in your pussy.

Makeup sex is the way for Zoro. He cannot just verbally say sorry, it doesn’t feel correct.

“..a-ah!… Zoro~… Fuck-.. Fuck-…!” Once you’re creaming all over his cock and he’s digging his cum in you, he will be a panting mess. But yet, his kisses would be planted all on your back and your neck.. up to your ear.

“…I’m fucking sorry…”

Sasuke Uchiha has either left the building or has laid back to watch the show. This man is the most flip flopping character anyone has ever seen. It really depends on the time and day you get angry. There’s the Sasuke who will sit there and watch you with a hard cock, and there’s the Sasuke who will ignore you for the rest of the day until he comes back.

When you’re yelling, cursing and using your hands to talk, Sasuke gets hard. What can I say? He loves strong, determined women. He cannot deal with weak women who stay cooped up in their emotions and never speak up. This is why a black woman is for him. He has a thing for women who speak their mind… and he doesn’t mind saying sorry with his tip kissing your womb.

However, there’s the other side of him that wishes you would shut up for one minute. He knows he’s most likely in the wrong, but hearing you say it and curse him out kind of hurts his pride. He likes to leave home around this type of situation. Does he come back? Yes.. Does he say sorry for leaving? Sorta. He comes back with a gift that’s for sure, but he doesn’t mutter the words ‘I’m sorry’. Not until you’re doing that favorite move on his cock.

If you say sorry for yelling and screaming while bouncing on him.. he’s in heaven.. and it’s not because you apologized.. it’s because he knows you love him just enough to say sorry..

He also knows you’re too stubborn to say that to anyone else.

“Fuck I’m sorry-… I’m sorry Sasuke-… baby…” It literally makes his eyes uncontrollable. His rinnegan stays the same, however his other eye turns that signature red. It’s like he just wanted to see more with his sharingan…. He wanted to see your brown pussy lips even more, and your pink insides..

“Sorry..”

Kakuzu is just that one man that doesn’t care. Really. He had more important things to do. If you’re the type to scream and curse him out while angry, then you’re out of luck. If you are the type that says nothing and presents the silent treatment.. then you may have a chance.

There’s something about the silent treatment that gets Kakuzu’s blood boiling. He cannot stand seeing you avoid him, let alone go running to his partner and talking to that silver haired bastard. Kakuzu cannot stand it. He will constantly give you a harsh glare until you talk to him. But, if you’re consistent and you don’t tend to him at all, he’ll only wrap his tendrils around you.

Doesn’t matter if you’re talking to someone or not, he will wrap them around you and take your bratty ass with him. The second that door slams, you’re all tied with his tendrils and he forces you to tell him what’s your problem.. if it’s someone else.. he’ll deal with it. If it’s something he did.. he’ll only apologize by releasing you and buying you a silky scarf the next day. Hey.. he’ll even eat your pussy for a bonus.

“Oooeh… fuck~…” you purred, curling your toes as those black tendril’s kept your thighs parted. You could see just as well. Kakuzu was slurping every drop of juice that came out of you… and his green irises didn’t fail to stare into your soul while he did it..

“Still pissed off, woman?..”

Armin Arlert will be the one to talk things out with you. There are two men on this list who will, and he’s one of them. He will not force you to do anything, let alone fuck you to tell the truth. The blonde will only watch your anger disperse into thin air after he pampers you with services and material things. He knows you don’t care much for money, but he will buy you whatever you want.

He doesn’t want you pissed off at him forever. That’s what he believes will happen anyways. But, to put things short, he gets you happy faster than the rest. He does this within the hour he sees you mad. If he’s made you mad in some way, shape, or form, he’s going to apologize regardless. Even if it isn’t his fault, he’s spitting out apologies and begging for forgiveness.

He will not go straight to sex, as he believes it will alter the way you two go about things. Instead, after he pampers you in such a manner, he will take you out to dinner and he’ll then.. make passionate love to you.. filled with ‘I love you’.

“Armin-… oh-… right there baby…”

“Right here..? Alright baby I got it.” He softly spoke, his cock rushing through you time and time again. His voice was so soft compared to his hips..

“I love you… I love you so much…”

Eren Yeager. Toxic as hell. We all know this man. The first thing he does when he notices how mad you are is ask you. Yes, he asks you what’s wrong. If you comply and tell him.. it’ll be all dandy.. but if you’re a brat and you say that he should already know what’s wrong, you’re in for it.

This man will not only fuck the truth out of you.. but he will be so rough that you’re seeing stars and you can barely remember what you were even mad for. He cares about your feelings, yes, but the fact is that you were trying to be smart.. so he just fucked the smartness out of you.

Honestly though, after Eren does that and when your brain comes back to life, he will hold you. He won’t leave your side and he’ll even lift you and take you to the bath after a while. No doubt, he has his answer now. He got it while he fucked you silly. If it’s his fault, he’ll actually apologize, however if it’s someone else’s fault… he’s gonna grab his glocky and that’s that.

Long story short.. he’s trying to do better about that..

“Don’t try to hide anything from me.. I just don’t like that shit…”

“Okay.. so that means fuck me and make me mess up the sheets..?”

“Well.. Nah…. I just don’t like that smartass attitude, baby. Now cmere’ I gotta fix that” Eren says as he points to your lifting lace front.

Ichigo Kurosaki will only make the situation worse before it gets better. However, this isn’t such a bad thing. His brain can only comprehend women a little. He doesn’t understand why you’re even mad. He’ll have to get a lesson from Kisuke, that's for sure. The lesson being, women are always right.. which isn’t true at all, but it’s a known motto. Ichigo will try to stand by it..

But he’s Ichigo.

The argument between you two will go on for less than an hour before you're laughing and he’s laughing non stop. Either you two saw someone fall, or you ended up watching something that was entirely too funny to not laugh. Not only that, but you two are straight back to holding each other close.

Ichigo is always so tired from dealing with the soul society, so you naturally understand he comes and goes. But, he does say sorry eventually.. with a letter. He cannot verbally say it because he’s a secret tsundere and will blush like hell is on earth.

‘ I’m sorry for being a bastard. I love you.’

Byakuya Kuchiki, the other man who will talk things out. He’s not dumb whatsoever, and frankly, he knows you’re mad just from the way you hold a glass or the way you move your lips. He’s very attentive and cannot miss a beat with you. Another main, obvious example would be when you are doing your hair and you get frustrated too quickly.

The way of approaching you would be quite formal. He’ll ask pretty quick. He won’t hold back, and he prefers you don’t either. He’s such a good man that you’ll most likely be spilling out what’s wrong. Once he knows, he’ll immediately try to fix said problem, it’ll be easier if it’s because of him… However, if it’s because of someone else, they better run like hell.

Byakuya may be pissed at himself if it was him, but someone else??? Not only will he have a long talk with you, but it’ll also be a long talk with that other person.. and you are also tagging along. He doesn’t like when you’re mad, simply because it interrupts the peace and he wants you happy. He’s the dull one here.. he doesn’t need you to be the same.

After correcting said situation, Byakuya would have a meal ready for the both of you.. and he will make sure to pamper you in a bathtub.. he’s also the king of kissing hands.

“I’d love it if you kept that gorgeous smile on your face. Don’t let anyone take that away, not even me.”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

[or0ch1maru]

𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

Hᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ

(ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ, sᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰ/ᴍ, ɢᴀɢɢɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ sᴘɪᴛ)

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦：

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𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂:

-would definitely be conflicted, since both black and white Zetsu have their own thoughts/feelings

-white Zetsu would coo and praise you, “𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙.”, “𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩.”

-black Zetsu on the other hand would grab a fistful of your hair, holding your head still as he fucked your pretty little mouth. Isn’t afraid to be loud: “𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.”, and “𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤, 𝙞𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?”

-has a possession and ownership kink and always has a hard time trying to figure out where he wants to cum. Sometimes he wants to stuff it as far as it can go down your throat while other times he wants to paint your breasts with his seed.

-isn’t afraid to give you a deep kiss afterwards for doing such a good job.

𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶:

-would whine and whimper as you circled your tongue around his tip, feeling you take his length into your mouth would make him throw his head back from the pleasure.

-his version of praising would sound a bit like: “𝘆/𝗻-𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗶, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.” Would stutter as he makes an attempt at telling you what a good job you’re doing.

-if you two are on the bed with him laying down, his hands would have the sheets bundled up in his grip. Standing up he would grab your face or hair, gently pulling to draw a cry from you.

-loves hearing you gag around his cock, any form of sound from your end will cause his orgasm to appear quickly and suddenly.

-he’s very sensitive and tends to get overwhelmed from the intense pleasure easily. When he’s about to cum he’ll hold your head still, face buried in his crotch as he fills your throat.

𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻:

-loves positioning you with your head hanging off the side of the bed. He enjoys watching the way your throat moves as his cock goes deeper and deeper.

-he will hold off his release as long as possible so that he can fuck your throat in different positions. On the edge of the bed, holding your head completely still as he stuffs you, or simply laying laying down on the mattress as he pushes your head down.

-lots of groans and grunts from him. Tends to be more degrading over anything. “𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁.” And “𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗲𝗮, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲.” Or “𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.”

-loves spit, the messier the better. Will tilt your head back and spit in your mouth. Before shoving his cock in again.

-is on the rougher side, pulling hair, choking, or on the rare occasion smacks you.

𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

-he enjoys when you take your time, slowly stroking his length as you suck and play with his balls.

-tends to be less touchy because he loves to watch you do your thing. Will caress the side of your face time to time to let you know how good he feels.

-Kakuzu won’t be as vocal as his partner would be but he isn’t afraid to tell you how he wants it (differs each time) “𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.”, “𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿.”, “𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.”

-what throws him over the edge is seeing tears form in the corners of your eyes from how big he is. Filling your throat with his long and girthy cock.

-if you didn’t put your hair up before hand he’ll wrap around and hold it back for you so it doesn’t get in the way.

𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

-similar to his masked comrade Tobi, he isn’t afraid to whimper and mewl in your ear as you suck him. Says your name a lot, especially when he’s about to cum. “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘆/𝗻.”, “𝗳𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆/𝗻, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.”

-he’s very needy and isn’t afraid to let you know that. If he wants you to focus on one spot or do it a certain way, he’ll inform you.

-from how sensitive and worked up you make him, he might cum early and it makes him slightly embarrassed but will get turned on right away after because of how good your mouth feels.

-eye contact makes him melt. If you happen to look up at him through your lashes as your lips are wrapped around his cock, he could cum right then and there.

-will pull you away from his member just to kiss you. Something about being a slut one minute to his princess the next just does something to him.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶:

-he’s more on the quiet side, lets out the smallest gasp when he feels you take him into your mouth for the first time.

-really enjoys the hand and mouth combination. Stroking his cock while focusing your tongue on his tip.

-even though he’s rather silent, his face will show you his pleasure. Head tilted back with his mouth open a little, eyes shut as he lets you taste him.

-refuses to cum anywhere but in your mouth and down your throat. The only time he’ll speak up is to say “𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆.”

-he’ll wrap a hand around your throat to bring you to his face to kiss you. Tongue and all.

𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

-a soft and gentle boy. Uses one hand to hold your hair as you take his length into your mouth. While the other hand palms at you to hold his hand.

-“𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.”, “𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.”, “𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆.” Are just some of the comments he’ll coo to you.

-absolutely looses it when he sees how flustered you get while taking him in your mouth. If he hears you whine or moan, it’s hard to stop himself from taking you right then and there.

-whatever position the two of you are in, his hand will be somewhere on your body, needs constant contact, especially in the most intimate of times.

-truly prefers coming in your mouth but will release on your face or chest depending on his mood.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲:

-his tone tends to switch back and forth between dominating you and letting you take control. If he’s not praising you, he’s degrading you, or visa versa.

-“𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸.”, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.”, “𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸.”, “𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.”

-when his orgasm nears, he’ll grab fistfuls of your hair and fuck your throat. Kisame will pull out and cum all over your face, getting it in your hair. Enjoys watching it drip down your chin.

-also loves when you deep throat him, watching you come up for air as spit dribbles out of the corners of your mouth or when a trail of spot connects you to his cock.

-if you suck or play with his balls be prepared for him to cum all over you. He gets so overwhelmed by it that he can’t control himself.

𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

-her favorite thing to do is sit on your face. You hold her steady as she grinds against your tongue, crying your name as she cums.

-you love to watch as she comes undone above or in front of you, witnessing the way she’ll writhe and grind against you.

-when she’s laying on her back, you’ll push her legs open and hold them up, giving you room to taunt and tease her.

-“𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”, “𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴.”, “𝘆/𝗻, 𝗶-𝗶’𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝗺.” She’s rather loud and will cover her mouth when it becomes intense. She can be kinda shy, hoping the other members don’t hear how unraveled she is.

-grabs your hair and grinds her cunt against your lips, and nose. She loves when you slip your tongue inside, fucking her tight hole with the wet appendage.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻:

-cocks his head at you when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him. Let’s out of groan when you wrap your lips around his cock.

-he’ll let you do your own thing for a while before taking over completely. Holding your head still as he fucks your face, switching between an even and fast pace to a slow and steady pace.

-“𝗼𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲.”, “𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂?” , “𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.” Are just some of the things he mutter.

-if you don’t initiate, when Pain is feeling it, he’ll push you onto your knees. You know what to do from there.

-just like most of his comrades, Pain loves filling your throat and stomach with his cum. Doesn’t want to see a drop leave your mouth.

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♡𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝟏𝒂, 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒄, 𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒎, 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒂, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒂, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒓.𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒍, 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒏𝒂𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒌𝒊.

♡𝑲𝑵𝒀(𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹) 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒖, 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐, 𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒚𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖, 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒐 𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊, 𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒊𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒊, 𝒂𝒐𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒂, 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊, 𝒏𝒆𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐, 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒐, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖,

♡𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖, 𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒕𝒂 𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒖, 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐, 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐, 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒐, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒊.

♡𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒋𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊, 𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒊, 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂, 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂, 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒋𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂, 𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂, 𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂, 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒊.

♡𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝟖, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝟏𝟎, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝟕, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒚, 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊, 𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒖, 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖, 𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖, 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂, 𝒔𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝒚𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐.

♡𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒆𝒈𝒊, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒊, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒖, 𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊.

♡𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑿𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒛𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒚𝒄𝒌, 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒂 𝒛𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒚𝒄𝒌, 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂, 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐, 𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒔, 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒔, 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒂 𝒛𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒚𝒄𝒌.

♡𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 𝒍, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕, 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒖.

♡𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆….

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚!

[mabzerie]

So… chapter 39 of ASWTN… aha am I right guys…

@immoralimmortals thanks for the food boss 🫡‼️

[blond3ang3l]

Kakuzu x stripper! reader

He did not wanna be here in the slightest. He was forced to by the two idiots themselves Hidan and deidara. They were some of the biggest pains in his ass. He only came to prove the two wrong. While they were having the time of their lives watching the girls on the stage he couldn’t help but regret every single decision that led to him being there. It was a waste of money in his opinion.

It wasn’t the girls themselves that he thought that about but the whole concept in general. What was the point of it? You wanna watch naked girls then watch porn or something. The strip club was crowded with slummy men. Old dirty bastards who honestly looked like they should have been on a list. No way was his ass staying any longer. While deidara and Hidan weren’t looking he just got up and walked away. He drove his own car here, fuck did he need to wait for them for?

Once he was outside he pulled down his mask and lit a cigarette. He felt too old for this shit. Going out to clubs, wasting money on alcohol, getting black out drunk, all of it was a waste of time in his books. He could hear the clicking of heels from the parking lot in front of him which made him look up. That’s when he saw you.

His eyes narrowed as he examined you. You were one of those little skinny girls that he seen in there. The fat of your tits were spilling out the cute little bikini top you were wearing. The pudge from your stomach spilling from the stop of your tiny denim shorts that barely covered your ass. When you bent over to grab something out your car he could see the cute tattoo that peaked under your ass.

He felt like a creep watching you, but that’s when he noticing another man approaching you. Was that your nigga? He wouldn’t be shocked if you had a man. You were fine as shit. How you reacted to man though made him cock his eyebrow. He couldn’t hear what was going on but he could see from a mile away that you were uncomfortable.

You kept your purse close to you and looked your car door when the man approached you. Kakuzu was reading your face and could see that you obviously knew that man, not for a good reason though. When he saw the man getting really close to you he pushed himself off the wall, pulling his mask up before heading over to intervene. He didn’t even get the chance to before he saw you slip a taser out your bag and tasing the guy. He was both shocked and impressed. You got his ass good, having the man on the ground from your sudden defense.

“You good?”

You turned around startled but calmed down when you realized he wasn’t another one of those old creeps that followed you around your work.

“Yeah, just this fucking dickhead. Tried to follow me to my car when I just needed to grab something. Stupid ass nigga didn’t know I had a taser on me.”

Kakuzu couldn’t help but chuckle under his mask. You popped a lot of shit. But you did show you could back it up.

“Want me to walk you back inside? I’m bout to leave anyways.”

“You wouldn’t mind would you?”

Kakuzu motioned his head and lead you back to the club. It wasn’t a far walk but it was nice to know that not everyone that frequented was a dick. You both had a short but enjoyable conversation as you got back to the door. Before you headed inside you turned back to face him.

“What’s your name? I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Kakuzu. This kinda shit isn’t really my style.”

You couldn’t help the small smile the crept on your face as you looked at the taller man.

“So I won’t be seeing you again?”

Kakuzu cocked an eyebrow as he thought for a moment.

“I’ll be back to see you..”

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Ngl I have no clue what a strip club is actually like so this probably so far off💀

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

BILLIE EYELASHE (Billie Eilish) MADE A SUUUUPPERRR LESBIAN SONG AND I'M GOING CRAZY FOR IT. I SAW IT THE MINUTE IT WAS POSTED AND UM -

✨️LUNCH ✨️

*random tags so ppl see*

[garnetea]

elysian rain

who itachi uchiha x black! male y/n. length 3.7k words. byr mature/smut!, black male! reader, he/they pronouns, gay relationship obvi, fluff and smut, rainy date, pottery ouu, body kisses, some y/n praise, implied love making, and third person.

leman's letter! this shit was fun to write, it's just mad oldddd. this's a re-post and i’m still proud of it *wipes tears*; male reader representation!!

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The weather was rudely unpredictable, choosing this lovely day to perform an obnoxious tantrum against Y/n and Itachi’s wide window panes. The sky was a clear shade of blue just this morning, the only feature to align with its welcoming color being the white smears of clouds and specs of flocking birds towards north. Though now those clouds were much less white than grey, and the once clear blue sky was nothing but a murky dark shade to reciprocate the dreary weather. So much for that cute picnic date the couple had planned. It was undoubtedly a dispiriting fact that they were forcibly stuck in this fuck ass apartment; disclosed from the damp air and muddy puddles encroaching the rest of the city.  

  “Mtch, Itachi?” Y/n called, rolling over on the couch with aggravation as he stretched. He faced his boyfriend, Itachi, from across the living room with a sigh of boredom. The dark haired man glanced up at him from where he was sitting, strings of hair escaping his respective ponytail and tickling the divine frame of his feminine features. In that peaceful spot by the window with his cozy rocking chair, a new novel he recently picked up laying idly on his covered lap.

  “What is it, Y/n?” Itachi’s voice was similar to a mumble, being so far away, but Y/n could hear the usual gentle tone of his deep voice. His eyes were as attentive as always, analyzing Y/n’s annoyed expression and dramatic position laid out on the couch. From the way his limbs flopped over the arm and back of the furniture, it was clear that the cancellation of today��s romantic plans was wearing him down. He couldn’t even fish out the energy to shift across the coffee table and grab the remote. Instead, he laid there with nothing to stimulate him but the clashing of rain against the glass and the low rumbling of the dryer in the distant laundry room.

  “What type of date is this, bro?” Y/n complained, dull disinterest teeming from his plain tone. It was painfully obvious that on such a dreary day there wasn’t much the couple could do, but damn was this nigga bored beyond recognition. He pondered on what happened to their neatly packed basket and folded polka dot blanket. The strawberries sprinkled in sugar and packed away in the fridge, and the expensive cheesecake he went to the trouble of buying. Was it all for nothing? No, they could reschedule for another day, without a doubt- but Y/n was still a bit vexed about the situation. “Man, at this point I’m boutta k-,”

  “Y/n.” With a glare slimly present, he spoke- but Itachi did more than simply call out his lover’s name. As a follow up, he sighed and stood from his seat, stretching his arms out and placing his book neatly on the coffee table. The glittery feeling of responsibility to lighten your bitter mood seemed to have a hold on his actions. “I told you to stop kidding like that." 

  The knitted blanket once draped over his lap was in a bundled heap at his feet, and he held a relaxed demeanor as he stepped over it’s mountain-like appearance.  Itachi then walked past the living room to the narrow hallway without another word, disappearing into the other side of the lavishly sized apartment. Though Y/n was too uninterested to get up and follow his boyfriends figure as he usually did, finding it unfavorable to act like a lost puppy on such an irritating day. All he wanted was to pamper Itachi for once, the man was always being the gentleman of the relationship. For once, Y/n wanted to be the one to hold open the door, or to make his plate for him. Of all days for a downpour to devour this glistening city of buildings and street lights, it just had to be today.

  A few minutes later, Itachi’s presence had returned to Y/n’s active acknowledgment. His thin, well built figure had re-entered the room with an armful of familiar looking supplies. If Y/n couldn’t see the small Pottery wheel under Itachi’s arm, they would’ve still known what his boyfriend was planning to entertain him with. Simply because the nostalgic smell of clay was now prominently befalling against the once cream vanilla scented living room.

  Rather than let Y/n ask any questions, Itachi proceeded to make his way back down the hall, returning a few more times with more pottery supplies. Y/n sat up on the couch, finding amusement in watching everything be prepared so neatly. The sheet beneath the table to prevent any messes, the needles and wooden modeling tools, they were all aligned in their respective places on the coffee table. 

  It wasn’t until everything was in order that Itachi finally decided to speak again, standing before Y/n with his thin hand stretched out to greet his lover. A hand that, of course, Y/n found no resistance in accepting; idiotic giggles escaping his tittering smile as he moved to the spot on the floor. "Today we can do pottery.” Itachi decided calmly, finding a comfortable seat beside you on the floor. “Then, tomorrow we can pick flowers to fill our vases. Alright?”

  To say Y/n was congested with a sense of contentment and benevolent affection was a bit more than an understatement, though he did his best to remain composed. Other than the gratified smile protruding across his brown lips, they appeared to be primarily unfazed by their boyfriends kind actions. “That sounds nice, Itachi.” He agreed softly through their upturned lips, placing a hand over Itachi’s on the floor and leaning upwards with an obvious intent. Y/n pressed a feebly gentle kiss to Itachi’s cheek to express his appreciation, resisting the urge to tackle the man and instead shower him in butterfly kisses. Oh what an urge that was, but they did well to hold their composure as he added a genuine, “Thank you.” before leaning back into his respective spot.

  Itachi closed his eyes in sweet acceptance, letting out a soft “Hm..” as he held no resistance against the gentle smile greeting his lonesome lips. In the back of his mind, he’d hoped his boyfriend would take this opportunity to douse every inch of his face with peppered kisses, as he usually would. He expected the orange sulfur and monarchs in the center of his slim stomach to expand and throw a fit, azalea and daffodil’s blossoming in his chest as they’d done when the men first met. In fact, he might’ve even been looking forward to it. But of course with little hesitation, he deemed this as being  a bit needy, pushing his subconscious desires elsewhere. Itachi instead directed his attention to the navy blue pottery wheel in front of him, deciding it was paramount to not keep his beloved waiting.

  Y/n watched in wait of some form of directions as Itachi took a grey piece of clay from the supplies, handing a palm sized chunk to Y/n and began forming his own into the necessary shape. Not knowing much about pottery himself, Y/n cleared his throat awkwardly and followed their boyfriends actions- taking it as a nonverbal instruction. Once both pieces of clay were in a gumdrop shape and the couple’s hands were besmeared with grey, Itachi plopped his on the wheel and began patting it down in order for it to stick to the center board. A necessary first step it seemed to be since he was sure to really hit  the poor clay before he began modeling it into what would soon be a pot.

  “Once I’m finished with mine, we can do yours.” He assured, taking notice of Y/n glancing at him and the wheel with clear uncertainty. Between his own lump of clay, Itachi’s, and the wheel, there was an ambivalent question mark stapled across his expression, and it didn’t take a genius to notice- although Itachi sure was one. Therefore, Itachi calmly reassured him with, “It won’t take long." 

  Though Y/n didn’t swallow this response as he intended him to. "No, no! You’re good, I just don’t want mine to dry before I start.” Y/n admitted genuinely. He figured if he didn’t make the block into something soon, it would dry and be harder to use- not to mention it would be wasteful. Regardless of his theories, he had no reason to fear. Itachi was experienced, this being his hobby and all, and knew well that it wouldn’t harden as long as some water was kept in contact. Therefore, he sped up the pottery wheel and dipped his hand in the nearby bucket of water before beginning the messy process of his masterpiece.

  “If you keep your hands wet as you hold it, it won’t dry.” Itachi informed, holding his focus on the spiraling grey piece as it pulled its length up similarly to the extensive frame of a building. Y/n couldn’t even form a response as his attention found more interest in watching the satisfying build up of the smooth material, coating Itachi’s slender fingers with every change of shape. It transformed from a sphere to a tower, then it was flattened midway and given a hole in its center. It resembled an odd cup, or a stubby volcano, but somehow Y/n still found it more impressive than he let his unfazed facial expression let on. 

  Itachi found tranquility in his pottery, it could be referred to as something like his desired, irenic haven. Which would have to be why he found himself paying no mind to the compliments Y/n couldn’t help but adorn him in. It wasn’t until he heard the sweet adjective “pretty” that he tuned in, hoping he hadn’t missed anything vitally blush inducing while he was drowning in those imaginative thoughts of ceramics and porcelain. 

  “I mean, you look pretty too, but I’m talkin’ about the clay right now.” Y/n corrected himself, leaning in closer to get a better look at the details enveloping itachi’s fingers. The thick, viscid pieces of clay sticking and smearing across his fingers as he dug the two pointers into the middle of the block; spreading the spinning walls apart to make a wide opening as you’d see in a pot. Then, with one of the nearby sponges he’d brought out, Itachi began smoothing down the inside of the unfinished creation as well as the outside, pressing a bit harder on the petal so the wheel would spin at a temporarily accelerated pace. It was truly a satisfying process that made Y/n consider taking more interest in his boyfriends artistic hobby- though it was messy. This would have to be an activity solely for when his nails were bare and ready to be temporarily filthy, because goodness was it clinging to Itachi’s under nail like a star fish on glass. 

  Not long after he smoothed the sides and evened out the length, Itachi slowed the wheel down to an immediate halt. “Is.. Oh, that’s it?” Y/n asked with fascination, quickly tugging himself away from the dedicated entrance he found himself in.

  Itachi told him that that indeed was it, it wasn’t too difficult a process; it simply takes practice to make a good piece. So with that, he quickly cleaned off the wheel with the sponge and peeked over at Y/n, awaiting some form of response. Maybe a “Ight, so it’s my turn now”, like he’d usually say, brimming with self confidence and natural optimism. Alas, there was nothing of the sort to greet Itachi’s sanguine expression, Y/n was as quiet as a mouse… It was apparent that his attention was held entirely too well during the process. So much that he didn’t hear the minor instructions Itachi had mumbled to him as he fixed the undeveloped pot. Hence the confusion on the man’s face as Itachi slid the pottery wheel towards him, expecting him to slap on his clay and get started. 

  “Itachi, you know I don’t know much about pottery…” Y/n began, pursing his lips and glancing between the wheel and their boyfriend’s deadpanned expression. Itachi didn’t even bother forming a response, he refused to repeat himself simply because Y/n wasn’t as attentive as he should’ve been. When the awkward silence became entirely too much to bare, Y/n simply said “fuck it” and slapped the clay on the center of the wheel. “Now don’t be mad if mine looks better than yours, shit just comes naturally." 

  Such confidence was almost comedic, the man clearly didn’t have a thorough understanding of what he was doing. Slightly pushing on the petal before lifting back off when the quick acceleration caught him off guard. Had they forgotten how they attentively observed Itachi follow each step within the past six minutes? Surely that must’ve been the case, because by now Itachi was sighing as a way to cope with the horridly taunting chuckle threatening to befall his pretty lips.

  Without a word to announce his next course of action, Itachi adjusted from his respective seat at Y/n’s left; instead, moving to the back of the man’s struggling figure. "Come on, Y/n. Were you not watching?” Itachi inquired calmly and knowingly against Y/n’s neck, leaning his chest against his back and innocently pressing his covered crotch to his boyfriends ass. Of course, this was genuine innocence, he was only placing his knees on either side of his boyfriend’s calves in order to help him make this pot. He was in no way trying to provoke anything sexual. If anything, he was promoting a moment of intimate romance in replacement of today’s scheduled picnic, the weather being so intrusive and all. Though regardless of his motives, the position was clearly a bit… less than decent, or at least less than “innocent”. And Y/n wasn’t a dense dumbass, he knew quite well what this looked like- or rather what this felt like.

  He managed to clear his throat and re-dip his hands in the bucket of water along with Itachi, swearing that he was paying attention. He was just a bit forgetful that was all. The exact details seemed to slip his mind, replacing his vital memories with the pale details of Itachi’s clay covered finger tips and palms. Though he’d be too awkward and embarrassed to openly confess this to Itachi, the reason as to why he knew not a thing about how to start this shit. Therefore, he decided to simply move on and let Itachi show him the ropes. 

  It was a gentle, warm feeling- almost ticklish, and surely sensually memorable, as Itachi maneuvered his arms to comfortably guide Y/n’s fingers around the thick clay. Both hands drenched in water, the droplets landing on the surface below as it began to accelerate and rotate in place. The low whirl it vibrating through the air wasn’t as relevant or noticeable as a fly when Y/n had this fluttering feeling contorting through his abdomen. Delicate panzica and rare begonia building up in the pit of his stomach before blossoming politely in his amiable chest. Itachi’s fingers were soft and slender as they linked with Y/n’s, and both of them- or more Y/n than Itachi- were doing their utmost best to remain composed regardless of the warmly heart rate surging contact. The constant shifting in place, Y/n squeezing his thighs together with an awkward sense of sexual anticipation and intimacy draping itself naturally around his fuzzed head space.

  “Am I- Uh, we doin’ it right?” Y/n inquired, mentally cussing at himself for stumbling so doltishly over his simple question. He was just too focused on the gliding of Itachi’s fingers between his, so much that he struggled to piece together audibly literate words. The delicate interlacing of their skin with the wet clay, only interrupting the messy labyrinth to dip their hands in more room temp water. It was impossibly euphoric and held no effort in encasing Y/n’s rib cage with silky cirrus and suffocating cumulus. 

Itachi was extremely talented, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, especially when it came to art. Nevertheless, he responded to his boyfriends query, simply because it was considered rude not to. Not to mention that he too was beginning to sense the desperate shared heat for sexual pleasure, but was striving with every morally correct thought to deny such impulses. Today was meant to be purely peaceful and virtuously winsome; containing nothing as inappropriate as what his intricate subconscious was concocting.

  “Yes, you’re doing just fine, Y/n. Shape it with my hands, like this.” Itachi replied in what felt like a butterfly’s hushed tone. His lips unintentionally tickled Y/n’s shoulder as he spoke, the bare brown skin slipping desperately from the white tee all on its own. Tempting and taunting Itachi like a pretty Rosary Pea, one he knew he shouldn’t touch for it was doused in sweet beguiling poison. The bottom line of reality is that no man is perfect, and this naturally charming person sitting before Itachi was indeed, if nothing else, his. Who was he to deny himself such gestures  for someone he desperately adored and, in fact, was his? Thus, when he suddenly lost interest in maintaining pressure on the acceleration pedal, and when he finally grew bored of this growing tension between the two warm bodies, no one could blame him for how his hands ventured bluntly up Y/n’s shirt. The smears of cold clay on the other male’s torso and chest surprising them, a soft gasp escaping their lips brimming with staggering pleasure and satisfaction.

  Itachi discarded all of his care and consideration for his boyfriend’s clean tee shirt. He found no time to go wash his hands first, surely Y/n would understand that he held more value than a simple tee shirt. That he, unlike the cotton material, held needs and wants and elysian desires. Especially since this was out of complete adoration and affection for his beloved boyfriend, the one he loved with every piece of him. 

  Without a word, Itachi gently placed his lips onto Y/n’s naturally warm shoulder, fluttering sensitive kisses across the soft brown skin before him. His eyelashes tickling just at their blade, sending teasing butterflies through their chest and stomach, the parts of him that had already blossomed with fondness for Itachi’s sudden change in action.

  “Itachi?.. You alright?” He asked, in a silky tone of honey dewed benevolence. He was informed that Itachi was more than alright from the way he exhaled through his nose in response, light breaths warming Y/n’s goosebump traced skin. Though still, he expected a response even as Itachi found it imperative to gently dig his finger tips into the skin of Y/n’s abdomen; gliding the slender digits across the skin with a scintilla of tranquility gifted by clouds. His kisses only became more sensual and- dare one be honest- messy as Y/n moved their neck to the side in amusement. Both sets of eye lids flutter in acceptance to these emotions, impure and all, as the poisonous flowers of Rosary Pea and Oleander dominate their united and scandalously intimate actions. 

  “I don’t mean to act so intrusively..” Itachi noted in an apologetic voice, though he still failed to reduce the actions of his clay drenched fingers across Y/n’s skin. The impulsive suggestions his head- or maybe his crotch, were tempting him to continue couldn’t be explained well with words. Which gives reason to why he didn’t bother, he simply did; and Y/n found no urge to stop befalling his current state. His only responses were the gasps of breath he fell into, and agape lips he licked between those inhales and exhales. 

  Two warm bodies, delicate fingers tracing Y/n’s skin with care, Itachi’s lips suctioning lightly despite being heavily drenched with addictive inhales and delicate saliva. Before Y/n knew it, he was spewing noises he didn’t know could escape his chest so facilely. Noises that even Itachi, as attentive and intuitive as he was, didn’t expect to greet him so tactlessly. Mere milliseconds later, those same muffled sounds were persuading Y/n’s hands to find Itachi’s, reenacting the intertwining of their messy fingers as they’d recently connected between the forgotten lump of clay. Without shame or caution, he guides Itachi’s palm further past his torso. Pressing it towards the growing distraction in his pajama pants, which clung to his milk chocolate brown hips with little to no responsibility; exposing his v line more with every pitiful air hump he commits.

  Y/n mumbles in an affable, sultry tone beyond the suppressed moans and exhales of his built up arousal. “Whatever’s gotten into you today..” Before moving his unoccupied hand to Itachi’s sweatpant covered thigh, holding a firm grip on it as he hears his lover’s lips unclasp from his abused and drenched shoulder. Neither of them release his hands, nor their positions, as Y/n skews his line of vision to Itachi’s expression; light spurs of rose petal pink prickling and glistening across the man’s light cheeks and the tip of his nose. Y/n dares to speak while analyzing, in awe, such a gloriously handsome- no, divine front, and his lips curl into what one would call a grin as he leans in impossibly closer. “Don’t stop.”

  And at that moment, as the never ending downpour imprisoning the glistening city in murky puddles finally came to a close, Y/n and Itachi found themselves in an artistically divine portrait of doves and pearly whites. Clinging to one another desperately as they passionately shared their pure adoration and seraphic, intimate reverence for one another. Smears of clay and forgotten boredom confining the two men to sloppy kisses and unfeigned compliments. A sweet “Handsome” and an irrepressible “I love you” lugging the acts of intimacy to a solar level of buoyant roses and vanilla extract. Even Aphrodite herself found it imperative to simper and fan herself, for these two were so terribly enveloped in one another’s features of perfection, it was adorably laughable. It seems one could presume that sometimes the convivial things in life aren’t derived from the long-winded, tedious plans we construct. Maybe it’s stupidly less arduous to find pleasure in creating a pot- preferably with Itachi Uchiha on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

★ garnetea productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[sluttiestears]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ introduction

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supernatural

good omens

Lord of the rings

The hobbits

pride and prejudice

one piece LA

the fantastic Mr. Fox

the importance of being earnest

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one piece

the disastrous life of saiki k

gakuen babysitter

akatsuki no yona

michiko to hachin

nanbaka

fairy tail

jjk

and many more !

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trash of the count familly

the greatest estate developer

how to survive as a maid in a horror game

firefly wedding/ hotaru no yomeiri

is long-term employment possible ?

love tractor

hakimete koibito ga dekimashita

jingai-san no yome

I raised a black dragon

i think that all for today, feel free !

[black-is-iconic]

A wilting Rose

The pain was all-consuming fire searing your insides with it's touch…Itachi… why?

You wondered, your gaze drawn to his cold lifeless eyes, his towering figure casting an imposing shadow. His dominant presence filled the room, making your smaller stature feel even more insignificant.

You were on the verge of tears, unable to comprehend the situation. It wasn't supposed to be like this… With a single smooth stroke, he pulled the katana from your abdomen, stepping away and leaving you bleeding on the floor.

The pain was unbearable, a fiery wave of agony causing your world to blur momentarily. As the shock subsided, you lay still, barely able to breathe, watching your own blood pool around you, its warmth contrasting with your chilled skin.

His footsteps echoed in your mind as he spoke, "My apologies." His whisper, both sweet and sinister, filled the room. Your eyes shot open at the sound of Sasuke's trembling voice.

Itachi turned towards him, his face void of emotion, but a slight furrow in his brow hinted at displeasure. Sasuke looked terrified, and you struggled to push yourself up against the wall for a better look. The pain prevented you from moving much.

Itachi advanced, causing Sasuke to step back instinctively. Their conversation was hushed, Itachi's voice slightly irritated, Sasuke's pleading. With the wall for support, you managed to stand, focusing your remaining strength into one last jutsu.

The familiar warmth of chakra coursed through you, lessening the pain somewhat. "Fire clone cyclone jutsu!" Two clones sprang from you, one grabbing Sasuke and the other attacking Itachi, who gracefully dodged each assault and countered with his own.

A small smile spread on your lips as the clone burst into a plume of spiraling flames—a diversion, not meant to cause damage. And it worked. Itachi glanced away from Sasuke, giving you just enough time to hide him.

Having accomplished your goal, you let your consciousness slip away. Your eyes closed as you crumpled to the ground, landing with a soft thud. Your eyes slid shut as you slumped forward and hit the ground, landing softly with an audible thud.

You didn't feel much of it, not anymore anyway. All you could hear was Itachi speaking. I'm sorry Sasuke I can't help you now.

Your mind echoed on the brink of consciousness, yours hands slowly encased your stomach, feeling the warmth of crimson stick to your palms, stain your fingers and wedge between your nails. My baby, a soft voice whispered in the crevices of your mind, our baby…..Itachi……I'll never forgive you….

[suvidrache]

Zetsu Relationship Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 285 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

White Zetsu is completely clueless that you even like him. Sure, friends, yay, but anything further, he has no clue. Black is the one who pointed it out to him. White Zetsu doesn’t know what to do in this situation. He’s never been in a relationship before; he thinks about it for only a little bit before agreeing to being in a relationship with you. He doesn’t know what to do, and you’ll have to help him out. He doesn’t know that he’s supposed to go on dates or buy gifts—the entire relationship thing. He is deeply sorry for his confusion, though; it isn’t really a normal thing for his species. Black disapproves of your relationship and complains about it to White. White will either continue to do as he pleases or end the relationship due to the bullying. Although, now that you’re no longer together, he’ll be upset and might get back together with you. Black doesn’t really interact with you much aside from being rude to you. He fully thinks that you’re taking advantage of White. After all, no one else wants to pursue a relationship with any of the Zetsu's. Why are you different? It will take a long while for Black to accept you into his life. Although he doesn’t really need to be in it anyway. Your relationship is with White, not him. Black has no reason to be here unless you’re wanting sex. Neither of the Zetsu’s have a dick; unless they are together, then they share one singular one. Black would never pursue a relationship with anyone. He’s simply not interested, and if he is “nice” to you, it is out of respect for White, nothing else.

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[or0ch1maru]

𝟭𝟴+ 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝘂

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗻𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀/𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼𝘀.

(𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗼𝘆𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀)

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𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻:

-if you were in the compound, he’d hunt you down and finish what you ‘started’. Will literally snatch you away from a meeting if he ever so pleased.

-has an entire private album of pictures that he’ll pleasure himself too when you’re not around.

-no matter where he is, he’ll pull out his phone and stare at them, knowing that’s all his and can’t wait to get a moment alone with you so that he can see the real thing.

𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

-would definitely be the type to print out a picture and keep it in his wallet. Getting a constant reminder of what’s waiting back at the compound for him.

-as much as he enjoys the photos, he loves getting videos. Will walk off without saying anything to a private area so he can take the time to watch the entire thing, relishing in the sweet whimpers and crying his name in peace.

-no matter how far away he is from the compound and you send him a video, he’ll turn right around and come back for you. Not being able to contain himself from feeling you.

𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

-tries his hardest to remain calm but becomes easily flustered. He’d leave whatever he’s doing and find you. Would be the type to take the photos for you, help position you certain ways for the best angle.

-if he’s around people and you send him a pic, he’d do a double take, trying to inconspicuously turn his phone to look at it.

-his favorites are the ones that have your face in them. Loves to see the excitement on your face, cheeks pink from your arousal.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲:

-he’d make it a bit obvious; staring at his phone for long periods of time and smiling. If someone was trying to talk to him, he’d blatantly ignore them.

-just like Hidan, his private album would be full of your naked form. Keeping it for times that you’re not around. Will find any empty bathroom to stroke himself to your pics. Would be the type to send videos back to you.

-loves pics from behind or underneath, where he can see your lips poke out a bit or when you’re on full display.

𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

-he already considers you a form of art, so when you send him pictures he melts. Being able to see his own little art show, and it’s all for him.

-definitely becomes bright red and shy. Will cough or cause some kind of distraction around others to draw his behavior away from focus. Will disappear to find you during the chaos.

-his favorite pictures/videos are the ones where you use toys. Especially when you’re riding the dildo he got for you to use when he isn’t nearby.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶:

-didn’t understand the excitement about receiving naughty pictures at the beginning but when he realized how artistic they were, he’d do anything to receive more.

-would send you dirty little texts to make you wet, and wanting to see how flustered he made you. Sasori would tell you what to do to yourself and would ask for pics/videos of you pleasuring yourself.

-he’d use your pictures as inspiration for drawings. Has an entire album in his room of sketches based off your photos.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻:

-as tough as this man may seem, receiving anything mildly inappropriate from you sets this man off. Pink face and flustered. Not thinking any coherent thought.

-is very specific about the videos you send him. Prefers the ones where you use your vibrator, moaning his name as you cum over and over again.

-doesn’t have a special album for them and will never allow someone to touch his phone, not even to make a call.

𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

-unlike her partner, her poker face is unbreakable. Nobody would know that she’s staring down at an up close and personal pussy picture.

-would praise you through text, saying how pretty you look and how much she misses being inside you. (Owns a strap and you can’t tell me otherwise), She would also send you messages that tease you, causing you to cum, and sending her a video of your juices dripping.

-she favors the nudes that you take while the two of you are being intimate. Whether that’s a pic of Konan’s hands wrapped around your breasts or a video of her fucking you.

𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶/𝗢𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗼:

-despite his usual hyper behavior, nobody would know any different from how he reacts when you send him something dirty. Since he wears a mask, no one can see how red his face turned.

-if he’s around his comrades, he’d make up some stupid excuse to leave, just so he can come to your shared room and ogle at you. He enjoys watching you take the pictures, it’s a kind of teasing he enjoys.

-would become a turned on puddle and would send messages back. Telling you how much he craves you and his need to be inside you. Turning into a bit of a sub as he begs to be used.

𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂:

-stays utterly silent as he stares at the naughty picture that popped up on his phone. Casually fades away to find you, or an empty area if you’re not close by.

-FaceTimes you so that the two of you can cum together, getting off as you watch the other pleasure themselves to you.

-as he waits for you to send another picture/vid, he’ll send an audio message of him moaning and whimpering as he strokes his hard cock, staring at the picture of you with your fingers deep in your little hole.

[crybaby-writings]

this is my first time using the poll feature, despite having it for a while and i have an angst/hurt/no comfort idea, but i have no clue who i should write for.

[unlimitedlust]

Just Pretend - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Hey everyone, this is a halloween themed one shot, I know there’s still a couple of months left to halloween, but "Just Pretend" + the cold weather over here got me inspired on that theme, so there you go 🎃

Warnings: 18+ (as always), old love, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie. As always: English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

W/C: 2.8K

I’m quite insecure about this one in particular because I think my head’s been frozen by the cold these days, but anyway I hope you enjoy it!

Please, let me know your thoughts on this one on the comments and feel free to like and/or reblog it, your feedback means the world to me ❤️

Now have fun!

Halloween night was one of your favorite nights of every year. You loved the decorations in the neighborhood, the autumn color leaves covering the streets, the costume parties, the smell of pumpkin spices, anyway, you loved everything around this season.

But this year you had a halloween date. Your neighbor’s son, Bill, whom you’d been talking online for a while now, was in town and had invited you to a halloween fair.

Even though Bill was exactly your type of guy and seemed to be a very decent man, you weren’t ready to get involved with someone new, deep down you knew Noah was still under your skin.

Your relationship with him was short but as intense as it could get in every aspect, but at the same time you two were like magnets to each other, you were in different moments of your lives, so it tore you apart.

But almost a year had gone by since you last saw him and you needed to move on, and what better way to do that other than going on a date with a very hot and attractive man and maybe - hopefully - get lucky at the end of the night?

Today you were feeling bold and confident, so you wore your Akatsuki cloak zipped up to your neck with nothing but a black lingerie set underneath it, black boots and Itachi’s headband around your forehead. You applied some makeup in shades of red and black, with a blood red lipstick on your plump lips and finished it all up by letting your hair fall loose on your back.

Just as you finished getting ready you heard your doorbell ringing and your date was there, dressed as very hot Fred Kruger. You were definitely getting some tonight.

It was a cloudy and chilly night, but the cozy atmosphere of the fair kept you warm along with your date’s company. 

You walked hand in hand under the yellow light strings hovering over the fair, laughing about a silly joke Bill had just told you when for a split second you thought you’d seen a familiar face in the crowd, Noah’s face. You tried to look back at the direction you thought you saw him, but he wasn’t there.

“Are you okay?” Bill’s light squeeze in your hand took your attention as you’d stopped walking out of sudden.

“Yeah sure” You reassured him with a smile, although still startled by the thought of seeing him there.

You shook it off and kept on walking with Bill to a caramel apple tent. He bought one and drove it to your lips, offering you the first bite as you dug your teeth on the hard caramel shell, successfully taking a piece of the apple and Bill ran his thumb on the right corner of your lip to clean a small piece of caramel stuck there.

You thanked him and suddenly felt a pair of eyes lingering heavily on you coming from your right, and that’s when you knew you weren’t seeing things. Noah was there. The Crow’s makeup all over his face and short hair now, but definitely Noah.

Your eyes connected for a split second but you averted yours quickly, locking them on your date again so he wouldn’t see that you got distracted from him once more, after all you were flustered and your heart was hammering in your chest, but you didn’t want to ruin your date.

Bill took your hand again and led you to the big corn maze by the end of the fair and you thanked him internally for taking you away from Noah’s sight.

You giggled nervously at the scarecrows by the entrance of the maze as you yourself were avoiding a very specific “crow”.

“Come on, let’s split up, if I make it to the end first I win another date with you, what do you say?” Bill suggested as you got inside the maze.

“Then I might just lose on purpose” You winked at him and parted ways inside the maze.

You were glad your date had the idea of splitting up inside the maze because seeing Noah unexpectedly after such a long time had you on edge and you really needed some alone time to process everything.

So you wandered aimlessly through the maze, not bothering to actually find its way out or even marking the places you’d passed by already.

“Y/N” A deep voice behind you made you stop on your tracks as you immediately recognized its owner.

You turned to meet him and his gaze and you couldn’t help but to revel on how terribly captivating he looked as The Crow, the white skin contrasting heavily with the dark makeup, the smeared eyeliner around his eyes and running down his cheeks and the black lipstick to finish it all up as Eric Draven.

“Hey Noah” Uncertainty laced your voice as he took a couple of steps in your direction, standing only a couple of feet away from you.

“Nice costume choice” He raked his eyes over you dressed as one of his favorite characters, which also happened to be one of your favorite.

“Thanks, you look good too… What are you doing here?” You spit out faster than you intended.

“Just wanted to check on you… Is that your new boyfriend?”

“No, not yet at least” You shrugged, unsuccessfully trying to look unphased.

“I hope he treats you right” He took another step closer, towering over you “It’s a shame that by this time a year ago we were proudly matching our costumes out there”

The weight of his words and the memories they brought caught you off guard as a knot of longing formed on your throat.

He sighed “It hurts to see you with someone new”

You widened your eyes in bewilderment at his confession followed by a lightning bolt lighting up the sky, announcing the rain as isolated but heavy raindrops started to slowly pour.

“It took you seeing me move on to reach out to me?” You asked in a hurt tone. The countless nights you spent crying over your break up only to hear it after such a long time “That’s not fair, Noah”

The pouring got heavier and you and your clothes started to soak in its cold droplets.

“I really wish I could come back in time to fix things… I’m sorry”

“I…” Your head was all over the place, you weren’t able to think things straight at that point. Having him in front of you brought back the butterflies in your stomach and at that very moment, despite the hurt that still lingered, you didn’t wanna discuss things long overdue “We both know it was my fault too, there’s no need for you to apologize for the past now” 

You both smiled gently at each other and he took your hand in his.

“Come on, we can continue this someplace else, it’s cold and the rain is getting heavier”

You followed him through the maze and only now you realized how big and puzzling it really was, because you wouldn’t know your way out of there on your own, especially with the rain and the thunders rumbling in the sky.

Sensing your apprehension, Noah brought you closer to his body wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“We’re far from the way out yet, but there’s a shed around the next corner, we’ll stay there until it stops raining, okay?”

You nodded and seconds later, just as he’d promised, there was a small wooden shed amongst the corn maze.

He closed the door behind you and although it wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world, it was better than staying under that cold rain. You were shivering as you took off the soaking wet boots from your feet, bothered by the slushy feeling of your wet socks inside them.

“You should take off that cloak too, it’s too wet, you’ll get sick if you don’t” Having him protective over you after all this time got you feeling warm inside.

But there was a problem, if you took it off you’d be practically naked in front of him, so you just hoped he’d let that go as Noah rummaged through a cabinet trying to find something to warm you.

“I found you a blanket” He turned to hand it to you, but stopped on his tracks when he saw you trembling, with your cloak still on “Are you okay?”

He placed the blanket on a chair and came closer, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he gently tilted your face so his gaze could meet yours. The warmth of his hands spread down your body as you melted with the way he caressed your cheeks affectionately and you lost yourself in his perfect features, the way the wet strands of his hair dangled over your face hypnotizing you with how hot he looked with his new haircut.

“I am. It’s just the cold” You answered lightly as you unwittingly leaned into his palm, earning a kiss on your forehead.

“Then come on, let’s take that cloak off, I really don’t want you getting sick on me”

His fingers went to the zipper right above your chin, but your hands held his wrist in place as he was about to pull the zipper down.

“I can’t” Noah had a puzzled look on his face as he waited for a believable explanation “I… I’m…”

“I’m waiting”

“I’m not wearing anything but bra and panties”

The air inside the shed got suddenly thick as he processed that information. At the same time it thrilled him knowing that basically only a cloak had him away from your body, he was mad about the idea you’d wore like that for another man.

“For him?” The anger in his tone sent another wave of shivers down your spine as he cornered you, his face and his body only inches away from yours as his gaze burned holes into you.

And like a flipped switch, you weren’t feeling cold anymore and the rain wasn’t the only thing that had you wet.

“He’s not the one in front of me now, is he?” You teased him and dropped your hands from his wrist, his hand still on your zipper.

Taking it as a signal, Noah pulled the zipper down slowly, your chest heaving in anticipation as his gaze fell on your body, drinking you in after so long. With your bra now fully exposed, he bit his bottom lip as he watched your hardened nipples perched up against the transparent layer of black lace covering them.

Once he’d finished unzipping the cloak, you slipped it off your shoulders and let it fall on the floor, Noah’s eyes were predatory over you.

Breaking the distance between your bodies, Noah hooked his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulled you towards him at the same time he finally connected your lips in a fierce kiss.

Your tongues rolled against each other as you both drowned in the intensity of the moment, devouring each other after so long, your fingers entangling in his wet hair pulling him impossibly closer as he ground his hips against you, allowing you to feel how hard he was for you.

He let go of you for short seconds to take off his wet coat and black t-shirt, his once black lips were now stained by your red lipstick and you only wondered what you were looking like, hair wet from the rain and red and black lipstick stained all over your lips just like his.

“I fucking missed you” He groaned before latching his lips on yours again passionately.

One of his hands kept you glued against him as the other made its way on your spine, finding and undoing your bra clasp swiftly, making it slide off your shoulders right after.

Both his hands cupped your now exposed breasts and fondled them, kneading them as he played and pinched your nipples between his fingers while his lips now left yours and trailed down your neck, leaving angry marks on his way because he had full intention of marking you as his.

Your hands traveled down his chest and abs to his belt, fumbling it open as his tongue and teeth abused the most sensitive spots on your neck, making you whine softly on his ear at each sting followed by his soothing tongue.

After unbuckling his belt, one of your hands found its way inside his pants, palming his hard restrained length, making him grunt and buck his hips forward against you as you started to pump him slowly just to entice him.

One of his hands left your chest and went straight down between your legs, wasting no time in pulling your panties aside and pushing two of his fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and clench around him, as he immediately started to work on the special place inside you he knew got you seeing stars.

You hooked a leg around his waist allowing him to go deeper with his fingers as you now took support on his shoulders, your body under such a pleasure you didn’t thrust your own balance.

“Noah…” The way his name came from your lips as he finger fucked you felt like music to his ears because since the last time you’d been together he dreamt about hearing it again.

“I fucking missed this…”

Along with his fingers, Noah started working on your clit with his thumb, applying pressure on it as he drew tight circles on it, making you bite the crook of his neck to keep a scream out of you as you were seconds away from your orgasm. Until he pulled away, making you whine in frustration.

“I wanna feel you cumming on my cock”

He licked the fingers that were inside you and the look on his face while he did that, like he was just having a taste of heaven, got you throbbing in need.

You took off your panties as Noah pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard erection, then pulled you up against the wall, your legs hooking around his hips as he held you by your ass cheeks, lining his tip to your entrance.

Your eyes were connected as he pressed against you, both of you moaning on each other’s lips as his entire length sinked at once inside you due to how wet you were, stretching you in a way only he did.

Your head fell back on the wall behind you as he slowly slid in and out of you, bottoming you out at every thrust, your manicured nails clawed down his back as he started to pick up the pace and the intensity of his rhythm.

You trailed love bites on his neck right below his ear, where you knew he was sensitive, earning a low grunt out of him as he focused on fucking the shit out of you against that wall, the position allowing you to feel every inch of him inside you, pushing all of your right buttons.

One of his hands found its way between your bodies and he instantly connected his fingers on your clit, moving them in sync with his hips slamming against you, and the feeling of him throbbing inside you along with his fingers on your clit got you closer to your high once again.

“Noah, I’m so close, don’t stop” You begged in his ear and you felt his skin shiver under your touch with your words.

The angle and the depth of his thrusts, along with a very specific flick of his fingers on your clit made your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body shuddered and your walls clenched around him, a deep moan erupting from your lungs as he kept fucking you, painfully riding your high as he too was close to his own.

Just as he felt your body going limp in his arms, he was about to pull out when you kept him inside by locking your legs around his waist and begging on his ear: “Cum inside me please”

Your plea got him cumming hard as his fingers dug into your hips keeping you in place as he stilled, spilling deep inside you as he bit the crook of your neck, still high from his release.

He leaned his forehead against yours and kissed you gently as he pulled out of you, his cum running down your thighs as he did so, and you missed him inside you already. You missed him.

“I missed you so much” You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid of having to let him go again and it was now your turn to confess “Heaven knows I’m never getting over you”

“Wanna try again?”