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immoralimmortals · 6 months ago

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

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

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

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

Akatsuki Marriage Headcanons, for real this time:

Pain:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Konan:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obito:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zetsu:

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

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

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

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

Let him taste you.

How can you tell him no?

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

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

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

Hidan:

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

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

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

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

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

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

...And then he will pray to you.

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

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

Kakuzu:

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasori:

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

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

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

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

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

Where no one can hear him confess to you.

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

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

Kisame:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Itachi:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#akatsuki x reader #akatsuki imagine #pain x reader #konan x reader #obito x reader #zetsu x reader #hidan x reader #kakuzu x reader #deidara x reader #sasori x reader #kisame x reader #itachi x reader #it took me three hours to make this potato salad...THREE HOURS #and i loved every second of it thank you for indulging me <3 #akatsuki

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mothervvoid · 2 months ago

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Kakashi's Birthday Recs

since it's our beloved boy's birthday, I thought I'd take some time to rec a few of my favorite fics (and a few of my own)!

The Pack Survives by ihopethelightwillshineuponus

genfic | 97k / 25/25ch | Kakashi & Team 7-centric When a simple C-rank mission turns into a straight-up nightmare, the members of Team Seven narrowly escape with their lives. They end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, each of them injured and forced to rely on one another for help.

A++ whump & team bonding, it's great!

Like You'd Get Your Knuckles Bloody For Me by mabledonut

genfic | 37k / 10/10ch | Kakashi & Team 7-centric Kakashi was in hell, or something close to it. a.k.a. Genin Team 7 goes bananas after their sensei gets kidnapped and tortured.

another A++ whump fic, with some really great team bonding moments. kakashi defies hiruzen's decree a little and spills a bit of knowledge about naruto's dad + team ten cameo & mednin!shikamaru!

The Last Time I'll Abandon You by mabledonut

genfic | 300k+ / 78/120ch | Team Minato-centric | Ongoing “Hatake Kakashi, isn’t it…?” Kakuzu asked as he emerged from underground, as the black strings or wires or whatever they were retracted back into his body, catching Kakashi from behind along the way, tugging him down, once again laying him prone on the hard rocks and roots of the forest floor. “It’s been some time, but yes, I do remember you…” Shit, we are in a bad way, Kakashi thought to himself as he struggled to get up. Who’s gonna…

an absolutely SAGA of a story, a must-read. though it's a genfic it DOES have some background ships like asukure, and features TEENIE TINNYYY allusions to ships like kakarin, obikaka and obirin. some top-tier whump, nauseating, will have you reading through your fingers at times, i honestly cannot recommend this fic enough!

Uneasy Lies the Head by Hiiraeth

genfic | 130k / 27/27ch | Kakashi & Team 7-centric “Shikamaru,” He began, trying to stay calm. “I’d like for you to get Sakura." Kakashi swallowed thickly and swayed on his feet. "Because I think I've just been poisoned."

POISON FIC!! kakashi has been poisoned! will he and co figure out a cure IN TIME? take a look and FIND OUT!! stunning whump, wonderful team dynamics. this was one of the first fics i ever read in the naruto fandom and it did NOT disappoint!

Just Leave Me in Two Pieces by @perpetuallyuneloquent

genfic | 12.5k / 3/?ch | Kakashi & Team Minato-centric | Ongoing Kakashi kept his eyes closed as the world came into focus around him. The stale air smelled vaguely like old sake and burning kerosene, the ground beneath him gritty and cold. His mind was too sluggish for him to process more, however. I just want to go back to sleep, honestly. Well, that was concerning. Usually, he couldn’t sleep. …Where am I?

exciting and deliciously upsetting fic as team minato goes through the recycling wheel of miscommunication. featuring some grade A whump and a side of people not saying what they should when they need to, and a very interesting original villain!

And Of Course, I'm throwing a couple of my own fics:

red clouds, white wings, silver hair, dogteeth by Mothervvoid

Kakashi/Konan | 2.8k / 1/1ch | Kakashi & Konan-centric When she goes to him she must shed her red clouds and become something else. White wings, dark clothes; bright like an angel as she was when she first made her descent into the ravine where she found him. She could have left him of course, leaf seal on his headband and red spiral flak jacket. This man is her enemy.

in this fic i dare to ask the question: how would this ship work? feat some kakashi whump!

Pebble Brain by Mothervvoid

Kakashi/Obito | 20.7k / 6/6ch | Kakashi & Obito-centric Communication is king.

my obikaka magnum opus.

#fic recs #kakashi hatake

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yowyowyaoi · 4 months ago

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*Kakuzu spots Hidan in the hallway*

Kakuzu: Where are you going?

Hidan: The fuck’s it look like, man? It’s midnight, I’m going to my room to get some damn sleep!

Kakuzu: Hidan. Come sleep with me.

Hidan: Ah?! You’re actually asking me to fuck?? Is the world ending or —

Kakuzu: I’m not asking for that, brat. I simply want you to come and share a bed with me while we sleep.

Hidan: Wait, seriously? Why?

Kakuzu: Do I have to give you an explanation for everything? Can’t you just do as I ask?

Hidan: Not when you’re acting like a weirdo, old man. Now tell me, are you sick or about to have a stroke or some shit like that?

Kakuzu: Hidan. I … am in love with you, and feeling your warmth next to me as I sleep is my favorite sensation in this world. Even better than counting my money, truth be told. So please, come join me and let me wrap my arms around you tonight, and every night for as long as you’ll allow me.

Hidan:

Hidan, tearing up and climbing into Kakuzu’s bed: Y-you damn sappy, gay bastard …

*the next day*

Konan: So did you get around to telling Hidan that you’re renting out his room this week to make a little extra money?

Kakuzu: No. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. *he pulls down his collar to rub his neck, revealing large bruises and scratch marks*

Konan, smirking: Well, well, look at that. Seems you didn’t want Hidan in your bed just to make some money, eh? You two enjoyed some “extracurricular activities”?

Kakuzu: Oh, this? No, it’s not what you think. Hidan is an extremely violent sleeper. Spends all night sleep-talking and trying to fight me. If you think this is bad, you should see the bruises on my legs.

Konan: Is … is that worth it, then?

Kakuzu: My dear … *holds up the wad of money he got from his renter* Of course it is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go talk to Sasori about industrial-strength painkillers. *turns and limps away*

Konan:

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #hidan #kakuzu #konan #naruto #the akatsuki #incorrect quotes

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mixelation · 9 months ago

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writing some dumb reborn au dialogue this morning

ninjacon 3!!!! (the one with X, a yellow flash cosplayer who is. very hot. in a hilarious way)

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“So,” Tori said, suddenly making direct eye contact with Minato, “were you into him?”

“...what?” Minato asked. Kakashi noted he still hadn’t taken a single sip of the drink in his hand.

“X,” Tori clarified. “Were you into him?”

Kakashi would admit it. The scandalized face Minato made at these words was hilarious.

“Why would I be into him?” Minato asked, sounding like Tori had just slapped him.

“We were debating your type,” Itachi said very matter-of-factly. Kakashi choked on his drink. “Since you made multiple comments about X’s attractiveness.”

“I’m married,” Minato said firmly, although his grip on his cup had tightened enough that the plastic was denting. “And your boss. Why are you talking about that?”

“You said you were off duty,” Itachi pointed out at the same time Tori said, “What does being married have to do with it? Kushina-sensei told us all about your hall passes.”

Say what you would about Team Disaster; their teamwork was terrifying.

“Hall passes?” Kakashi repeated.

“It’s a list of people a couple makes as ‘exceptions’ to their otherwise closed relationship,” Itachi explained, and Minato took a long, desperate sip of his drink.

“I know what it means,” Kakashi said blandly, even as he found himself unable to wipe the grin off his face. “Sensei, why have I never heard of your hall passes?”

“Why was Kushina talking about it?” Minato asked, sounding borderline panicked.

“It’s like her third favorite ‘girl talk’ subject,” Tori said. “You know about girl talk, don’t you?”

“She said girl talk was sacred,” Minato said in an oddly desperate voice, “and private.”

Kakashi had no idea what ‘girl talk’ was. He said this outloud. No one explained it to him.

“Tori didn’t tell me,” Itachi said. “I only know because girl talk is sometimes… loud.”

“He’s a horrible eavesdropper,” Tori said primly.

“Wait,” Kakashi said, louder this time, in an attempt to get the conversation back on track. “Is his list… consistent… with X’s appeal?”

“Not really,” Tori replied. “That’s why it’s weird.” She turned back to Minato, whose face was gradually turning pinker. “Well?”

“No,” he replied. “I just understand when cheekbones are beautiful, that’s all.”

They all took a moment to acknowledge that X’s cheekbones were, in fact, gorgeous.

“So what is your type?” Itachi asked in his unemotional Itachi voice.

This was truly a one hit KO. Instead of answering, Minato made a face like he’d been suckpunched and then took another long drink.

Itachi turned to Tori. “Then what’s the pattern?” There was a long pause. “Pale?”

“Pale?” Kakashi repeated. Who the hell was on this list?

“No,” Minato said.

“Are they all pale because he they’re redheads?” Kakashi asked, brain buzzing for memories of things Minato had listed about Kushina’s best traits.

“Please stop,” Minato whined.

“Now, now, Sensei,” Kakashi said, wagging his finger. “You said so yourself. This con is a safe space for bonding experiences, and we all want to know.”

Well, Kakashi wanted to know. He didn’t think this would be a strange thing for Minato to disclose to him, in private over drinks. It might be weird to tell Tori and Itachi, but they apparently already knew and had been analyzing it.

Minato buried his face in the hand that wasn’t holding his drink. He mumbled something.

“Sensei?” Kakashi repeated, now struggling to hold back laughter.

Minato leaned back against the bedframe, looking truly defeated. “Tobirama and…” he sighed. “Ame no Konan.”

Tori raised her eyebrows, expectant. Minato had left something out, Kakashi gathered.

“She already told you?” Minato asked, looking ever so slightly betrayed.

“I guess she thought it was relevant to my interests?” Tori hedged.

Minato groaned, his cheeks going pink again as he turned to Kakashi. “I recently added Akasuna no Sasori.”

He then tipped his cup back and finished it off. Wow.

The list was honestly only surprising to Kakashi in that he was surprised there was a list.

“He just likes strong people,” Kakashi told Tori and Itachi matter-of-factly. Next to him, Minato choked on the last of his drink. After a beat he amended, “Who are also hot, I guess. Except maybe Tobirama.”

“Tori said she would put him on her list,” Itachi said.

“Itachi,” Tori warned.

Minato grabbed for the bottle of whisky. Kakashi passed it to him. His dear Sensei could face down any physical threat, but this conversation apparently required alcohol.

“It’s good for couples to have conversations about things like this,” Minato said in an obvious attempt to shift the conversation back into his control as he poured way too much whiskey into his cup. “I’m glad you're communicating about your wants and needs.”

“So why add Sasori now?” Kakashi asked, and Minato shot him a very sad, very betrayed look.

“I didn’t realize he could… pose a challenge in battle,” Minato said slowly.

There was a very long silence in the room as Minato opened the soda bottle next.

“And he’s a redhead,” Minato added.

“You didn’t realize the guy who destroyed a country could pose a challenge in battle?” Kakashi repeated.

“It’s only a country on a technicality,” Minato said, waving his hand dismissively. “It was a city-state with a large civilian population. I never really got why everyone thought that was so impressive.”

There was another very long silence. Then Tori burst into laughter.

“What?” Minato asked, face going into an expression Kakashi might categorize as pouty. “I just like people who are on my level, physically and intellectually.”

“Why are your standards insane?” she wheezed. “You're so lucky Kushina-sensei likes you back.”

Yes, that expression was… pouting.

“They don’t have to be able to beat me,” Minato defended. “I just want to have to actually try.”

“Maa, you’re still lucky,” Kakashi drawled. “Name one other person your age in Konoha who fits that description.”

Minato stared at his drink. Kakashi swiveled his head to make eye contact knowingly with Tori.

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i keep wanting to make a joke about how tori keeps referring to konan as "my wife" but idk how to do it without the vibe being like..... weird?

tori: i would put konan on my exceptions list too ngl

itachi: you said those lists were people where it would be unrealistic for you to actually hook up with them

kakashi: itachi, she's not ACTUALLY married to konan. you know that, right?

itachi: (dead stare) right.

#when will reborn au have Girls Night 2 #reborn au #my writing

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obitos-whore · 10 months ago

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The Ame-orphans as your adopted children headcanons

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When you told them that you wanted to adopt them, they all teared up. Even Yahiko, who had always put on a brave face for the sake of his two friends

They were so grateful and happy that they even offered to help you with the chores

Yahiko, despite being used to acting tough all the time, is actually a big ol' baby and probably the most attached to you. Although he fiercely denies it

To him, it feels nice knowing that he can drop the brave act and be a child again, without having to constantly worry about his friends and his own well-being

He's also a cheeky little prankster and that certainly doesn't change with age. If anything, he becomes more creative but never to the point where he could harm others

A sucker for bad puns that aren't actually funny, but you'll laugh anyway because his laughter is hella contagious

His room is almost always messy, though he calls it "Experimental order"

Konan is the responsible one, who often has to chide her friend for his pranks, especially when poor Nagato is the target of them

Will not hesitate to throw hands with Yahiko if he's being particularly annoying and even chase him around the house with her paper shuriken

As a kid, Konan was just as touch deprived as her two friends and thus greatly appreciated the cuddles and good night kisses her adoptive parent gave her

Whenever she had a nightmare, she would try to suck it up and curl up under her blanket, whimpering and sobbing softly, before eventually coming to your room to ask if she could sleep in your bed. She just doesn't want to be a burden, or come off as a baby

After telling her that she's not a burden if she needs someone to talk to or even hold her during her darkest moments, the wall that had kept her from reaching out "too often" disappeared and now you're the first person she talks to about literally everything

Her room is always tidy and her clothes are neatly folded. Even as a teenager

She's an early bird and will often help you prepare breakfast

Nagato is the softest of them all and, just like Yahiko, very attached to you

He also shares Konan's mentality of not wanting to be a burden and often keeps his struggles and worries to himself

Only when he can't hold it in any longer will he break down and cry his broken little heart out

He's a very sensitive and touch starved soul and despite not wanting to come off as bothersome, would hold onto you and cuddle with you for hours. Sometimes even nodding off or straight up falling asleep in your arms

He loves helping you out in the kitchen and will eagerly listen and watch when you teach him how to cook

Just like Konan's, Nagato's room is also very clean and neat

He's the quiet child who enjoys reading a lot

He really loves it when you read to him as he finds it soothing to listen to a dearly loved person's voice while slowly slipping off into the land of dreams

Just like Yahiko and Konan, Nagato is plaqued by nightmares of the war and his parents' passing and is constantly torn between coming to you for comfort and remaining in his bed and dealing with it himself

Will need a lot of reassurance from you that it's okay to come to you no matter how late it is and ask for comfort

#konan #yahiko #nagato #nagato uzumaki #ame trio #ame orphans #amegakure #amegakure orphans #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto shippuuden #my writing

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raikirikiri · 7 months ago

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missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

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AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

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imagineakatsuki · 5 months ago

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Heya! Could you do some hc's for the akatsuki with an S/O who has a stalker ex? Like 100% creepy ex

Pein/Nagato: He would be very worried about his s/o after they tell him. For his peace of mind, he would have at least one of his bodies accompanying his s/o at all times until he could discreetly eliminate the ex.

Konan: She would ask her s/o for any and all details they have of their ex, which she then uses to track them down (with the help of Nagato’s paths, of course). Nothing escapes the Rinnegan, especially if the ex is creeping around Ame.

Deidara: He would be loudly annoyed (“WHAT?! How long has this been going on??”) and would be stuck like glue to his s/o from then on, always looking around suspiciously whenever they’re in a new location.

Sasori: He is pretty irritated that this ex has escaped his notice for so long and would immediately make a plan to kill them. He would ask his spies to inform him if they find the ex before he does so he can personally correct this small oversight.

Itachi: He reassures his s/o by telling them that they’re safe with him and not to worry about their ex anymore (because he already figured it out before his s/o told him and “took care of the threat” when he realized their nefarious intentions).

Kisame: He has a sharp smile on his face and, although his joke making fun of the ex is said in a light-hearted tone, the glint in his eye promises nothing but a bloody end via Samehada as soon as he can get their hands on them.

Hidan: Immediately disappears to find the ex and comes back home to his s/o all bloody and victorious.

Kakuzu: He would be annoyed that his s/o didn’t tell him sooner, because then this problem could have been solved ages ago, but offers to get rid of the ex.

Obito: He definitely already caught the ex and is currently still torturing them in Kamui after he found all of the creepy evidence they kept of them stalking his s/o.

Zetsu: He was already aware of the ex following his s/o (and Zetsu by extension) around so he ate them, perceiving them to be an enemy that could leak his important secrets. It was just a bonus that they were also threatening his s/o.

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#question #akatsuki #deidara #sasori #itachi #kisame #hidan #kakuzu #tobi #obito #zetsu #nagato #pein #konan

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rozaceous · 2 months ago

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tcba ch 26 outline

sasuke pov. once again, draft is an outline, and this was written before i wrote out ch 24, so there might be some redundancies

also includes how i was going to end the ch

getting back to ame post-summit

pein/konan: you stirred things up but failed in your mission. not a single dead kage between you?

sasuke: if you want something done the way you want, do it yourself

interrupted w tobi on how they're bolstering akatsuki's numbers

zetsu's recruited kabuto so uh, hey senpai lol

and wow the tension between konan+pein and tobito can be cut w a knife

deidara and kisame out doing their thing to catch the other jinchuuriki, have used the summit as distraction to sneak in, they aren't back yet

so a clear 3 factions

pein and konan treat mariko and sasuke as tobito's toadies since they were recruited on his insistence, kabuto is assoc w mariko

but kabuto is there for the eye of the moon plan to come to fruition, make a clone army or something something w the use of edo tensei

mariko keeping mum on that one since she's not sure how much of kabuto being here is him thinking that it sounds like a genuinely good idea that he's committed to following through, and how much is him being along for the ride

sasuke can hardly call him a betrayer or whatever since he joined the same cause they did, but still feels gross

also he knows that tobito is 'madara' and the continued deception is irritating

so 'wtf is the eye of the moon plan' has to be explained, itachi explained it some but he wants to hear it form tobito besides not really being able to say that itachi told them already since they supposedly killed him

prev encounter w just pein and konan acting as directive was focused on the tyranny of the great nations and the flaws of shinobi society, so even tho he's aware that this is a thing it still feels extremely out of left field

so obviously this is bullshit and the skepticism will not stay out of his voice

and if it's tobi explaining this all, then it's super natural for him to then turn to konan and pein and "y'all good with this?" and immediately prod at the inherent tension dividing them, esp since deidara and kisame aren't there to buffer

and man it's like farting in a quiet room: pein and konan politely ignoring that there is this divide in the leadership and tobito and zetsu not wanting to exacerbate anything

tobito to sasuke: this is the only way to assure that there is peace

sasuke: by shoving everyone into a genjutsu against their will and giving them all their wildest dreams as an illusion? until what, everyone dies in the real world? until they starve to death? or is it only that chakra users would be sustained by the combined chakra of the jinchuuriki? or is that chakra store used up just by catching everyone in the genjutsu to begin with? are people's comatose bodies just getting eaten by wild animals or what's up with this logistically?

basically this is a load of unsubstantiated waffle, sasuke was taught genjutsu by orochimaru, who tho lacking in a doujutsu was premier at them and understood them on a technical level that's beyond virtually everyone else

also sasuke: your plan is shit, the whimsical thinking of children, and i'm not interested in a pretense of peace, i'm interested in justice

and mariko is totally down with this as a distinction (lowkey is doing an internal fistpump bc what a cool line bro and what a worthwhile philosophical delineation)

this is less internal than she thinks, can't quite keep a straight face

tobito maybe asking if mariko has a similar modus operandi

mariko: sasuke and i are a team

"i see"

sasuke: "does this mean we can stop this entire farce now, tobi" maybe that he's been looking for him, why was itachi so committed to him having the mangekyo/implication that he would need it

pein laughing, like "he's got you there"

kabuto is just ready to bust out the popcorn, now this is intrigue

so woo woo the dark chuckle, ahaha yes i am madara, your forebear

mariko: hm doubt (but also wtf i guess we're going w confrontation after all, have to destabilize this dude as much as i can if i want any hope of living thru the aftermath, but i guess also let's set him against konan and pein)

which sort of is sasuke's play, if there's a divide in intent here then it's prime time to force this confrontation since there's a chance of getting pein and konan to either stand down or join in, and deidara and kisame aren't present to act as other variables to control (kabuto is a non-issue in his brain no matter which way he falls lmao)

and this would catch konan and pein's attention bc they have been operating under the assumption that he is madara, or at least not otherwise caring

so mariko whips out: you're uchiha obito, aren't you

sasuke wondering how they went from 'obito's right eye never reclaimed/his body never found' to 'obito lived and is evil now' but willing to go along w it bc he trusts her instincts/she's rarely wrong in his experience/even if she is wrong, she's saying it for a purpose

can shun sense the zetsu movement? if yes then it's helpful if he's present for this whole discussion/debrief

confrontation

pein and konan staying out of it/focus is on containment (wouldn't let zetsu run off, but not fighting unless they're attacked first)

mariko+kabuto fighting zetsu vs sasuke fighting obito

attempts to slice and dice him fall thru bc he just reforms

mariko: fire it is!

sasuke struggling w the intangibility combo'd w the (essentially) teleportation, mariko needing more juice

they switch off

and ofc kabuto and sasuke look at each other like 'ugh, this guy again' but needs must or whatever

sasuke able to get his fire jutsu hot enough to scorch the plant goo? or lightning something, idk

how do they even kill him in canon

after sufficient chakra expenditure, sasuke released orochimaru

mariko had been trying to save chakra in order to use kotoamatsukami and letting sasuke be the heavy hitter

was planning to whammy obito but has to use it on orochimaru?

the rest of team7 arrives amidst this chaos

ofc adding kakashi to this particular psychological bender of obito's is always a good idea

mariko: shit, bc she'd been meaning to take care of obito (reform or otherwise) so shishou wouldn't have to

basically things conclude so that:

pein and konan go on their merry way ruling ame, disillusioned, talk no jutsu'd, whatever

obito reformed??? whatever. basically sasuke takes his remaining sharingan as a way of saying he's not worthy of having it (clan shit) and kakashi essentially defects from konoha to be his babysitter/seeing eye dog

orochimaru dead

zetsu dead

kabuto affirmed to stick w mariko (she may do some move to save him? debatable)

naruto not going back to konoha, but also feels estranged from his teammates (except sai lol). he still doesn't get why mariko did what she did/can't really grapple w her killing ppl, and he doesn't quite jive w sasumari's plan to destabilize the shinobi village system (tho it's a bit more subtle than that? idk). i think he ends up as sort of a nomad and hanging out w gaara a lot

sasumari 4evah lol

have no idea what i'm doing to tie in ROOT stuff, but there's a thought there?

need to regroup w team hebi and itachi

itachi and kisame can have their bromance reunion lol

idk abt deidara, hm

how i was going to end the ch:

Mariko leans into him and Sasuke's knees give way, the two of them toppling to the ground in a messy sprawl, exhausted. His whole body is shaking with it. She pushes herself off of him just enough so that she's not crushing him, and the laugh she breathes out trembles. A cut on her cheek is still bleeding. "So," she says. "What's next?"

#tcba finale #tcba

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13as07 · 10 months ago

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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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