#deidara: he'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?

[mixelation]

see the thing about reborn au itatori is that 1) neither is super into sex and dating in general, and then additionally 2) the time travel thing makes it so they're just...... not into each other physically on account of looking like teenagers. like yeah they like each other and have had thoughts like "oh that color looks good on them" but there's no physical attraction

but this does mean one day when they're like 22 and have been dating for six years tori looks over and is like: wait. what fuck. is my boyfriend..... hot?

[hidansexwife]

we never see konan interact with the other akatsuki that much, which i assume is because most of it was her being frustrated at having to wrangle a bunch of insane criminals who make giving yourself wings and calling yourself an angel and a messenger of god look normal and not because kishimoto doesn't think women exist outside of subservience to men

[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.

[animeomegas]

Naruto is very golden retriever boyfriend coded🥺 how can you look at him and not think of a puppy. Deidara and Sasuke are the kittens from hell! They will make your life miserable but they're adorable while doing it so they're always forgiven. Shikamaru tho? Very good kitten. Very mindful and sleepy. Very demure. I'd like to adopt them all please

Naruto is THE golden retriever boyfriend!! Call him puppy and watch him melt. He's so perfect, I can't.

Sasuke and Deidara are kittens that scratch. They're feisty little things that hiss far more than they purr, but I bet you could get a little purr from them if you tried 😏

Shika is a sleepy kitten. He wants cuddles and pets constantly, but he always pretends that it's just a coincidence that he's laying on your lap, don't question it. I just want to call him kitten and watch him pout about the pet name without actually doing anything to stop it. He's so sleepy, I love him.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 8: Overstimulation

Pairing: Deidara x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Kissing, dry humping, hand jobs (you receive), rimming (you receive), anal fingering, edging, no fucking here officer, overstimulation DUH, already boyfriends,

Word count: 575

It was just one of those casual days, waking up, eating cereal, doing nothing, getting dry humped by your boyfriend; you know, hot girl shit.

Deidara was thrusting your dry pelvis, your pants already drenched with pre, and he was not planning on stopping until those pants were completely drenched with both of your cum.

Finally, you do, soaking your pants, which he kindly takes off for you, how kind, but we are only just getting started, literally.

Once he takes off your pants, he does the same with your shirt, ripping it right off of you. He kisses you, feeling awfully sweet after he just dry humped the fuck out of you, but you realize it was just a distraction when he puts his tongue hands on your nipples.

Those mother fuckers know what they're doing, sucking and licking your nipples until they're hard enough to cut solid stone, which is basically what his calloused, hard worked hands feel like massaging the outside of your nipples, groping at them like they're actual tits. They're not, just so you're aware, because that would be gross.

He replaces his right hand with his mouth, still keeping up the actions of his left. His tongue is somehow even better than his hand, which is now STROKING YOUR DICK. The light whimpers you let out before evolving into boisterous moans.

"Oh shit, this is why I'm still with you." You joked, smiling at him while he's still sucking on your nipple. He stops sucking on your nipple and goes to kiss your mouth in which you graciously accept. His tongue taking advantage of your already open mouth. I would say your tongues fought for dominance, but it wasn't even a fight; he was the clear winner the entire time.

"You taste so good." He exclaimed, loving that he gets to lick every inch of you. His hand, almost forgotten from all the other sensations going on, was still pumping your cock, moving at a slow steady pace.

The sensation being even more forgotten when he takes his hand off your puckered nipple and puts it in your butt hole. Your moans get excessively louder from the action. You already feel like you're on the brink of cumming.

Your climax hits you when he kisses you passionately, filling your mouth with his overpowering tongue. He pumps his hand through your orgasm, but it doesn't stop there.

His hand continues to pump your cock, and his digits also continue to prod at your asshole. Impressively, they go at the exact same pace, pumping/going in and out of you in the exact same rhythm.

"Fuck, more!" you begged, wanting to feel the bliss of climax again. He offers this, by going even faster with his hands, his tongue also working on your left nipple, swirling around it and then eventually licking over it.

You don't last much longer when he puts his tongue out of his hand, stroking your cock, licking up and down your shaft with his hand. The feeling is almost overwhelming with all the overstimulation (just like kinkmas day, isn't that a wild coincidence.) as he works on nearly every sensitive area of your body.

Predictably, you cum once again, now too fucked out to even make a coherent sentence. Deidara cleans all of your cum off of him and you, then going to sleep, your peaceful, previously fucked out face is the last thing he sees.

THE END

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori goes into Deidara’s room, closes the door, and sits at the edge of his bed*

Sasori: Alright, brat … what’s the matter?

Deidara: What do you mean?

Sasori: I’ve been working on my puppets day and night for over a week and you haven’t come in to bother me once. Furthermore, Konan has informed me that, without prompting, you’ve been bathing each day, eating regular meals, getting along with everyone including Itachi, AND you’ve been going to bed every night at a reasonable hour. And … and is that a book you’re reading?!

Deidara: Oh, yeah, hm … *holds it up* Zetsu lent it to me. Gardening techniques. Thinking we should all plant some things in the spring next year.

Sasori:

Sasori: *moves over to Deidara and lays his hand first on his forehead, then each of his cheeks*

Sasori: Mm; your temperature feels normal enough. Does your throat hurt at all? Have you experienced anything like dizziness or nausea? Here, open your mouth, let me look at your tongue …

Deidara: *laughs* Relax, Sasori. I’m fine. Just thought I’d try being more mature for a change, hm. Don’t you like having a boyfriend you don’t have to constantly run around after, cleaning up his messes and mediating his problems with other people?

Sasori:

Sasori: *scoots over again and hugs Deidara to him tightly*

Sasori, softly: Idiot. I love you just the way you are. I like your loudness, I like when you pop your head into my door a hundred times to ask me ridiculous questions when I’m trying to work on puppets. I like you telling me about some petty revenge you’ve got planned for Hidan or Tobi. And if you truly wish to garden, that’s fine, but …

Sasori: *starts kissing Deidara’s neck* I can think of much better ways to get filthy than digging in the dirt …

Deidara, tearing up: D-Danna! That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me, hm! I love you too. And if you prefer I be my old self, then —

*from the hallway*

Hidan: Don’t we get a fuckin’ vote in this?!

Itachi: Please don’t just “love him for who he is”, Sasori-san. Encourage him to be better. Please.

Konan: Just because you’ve chosen to settle for insanity doesn’t mean the rest of us have.

Sasori and Deidara:

[venerawrites]

OK I NEED A DEIDARA DATING HEADCANNONS RN CUZ I HAVE A FAT CRUSH ON HIM 😭☝️🫴

author's note: Deidara is the only character that I keep having "on and off" type of crush on 😭 I'm happy to finally receive a request for him, so I really hope you enjoy! <3

A relationship with Deidara is a constant rollercoaster of very high ups and very low downs.

There isn't a single day in your relationship that is boring - he always comes up with something exciting to do or somewhere new to visit.

Likes taking you on short "honeymoons" (as he calls them) around the lands at least once a month. He often takes a mental note of interesting places he sees during his missions and makes sure to take you there once he has some free time to spend with you.

Deidara is probably one of the most passionate lovers in the Naruto universe - that man is MADLY in love with you!

He literally treats you like a royalty - he likes to plan surprising dates, to bring you random gifts which he bought for you during his missions, and shower you with affection.

There is no such thing as "shame" in your relationship - he loves PDA and is constantly touching in you some way when you are together. His hand is ALWAYS around either your shoulder or your waist!

Doesn't shy away from stealing kisses or leaving small hickeys on your neck/shoulders while you are in public, if anything it actually keeps him going - he loves showing you off and claiming you as his!

Definitely teaches you about art and making explosives - I think he would love getting into the role of a "teacher" of some sort where he can share with you all the knowledge he has gained so far!

If you actually pick it up and enjoy it - it would make him the HAPPIEST MAN alive!

Likes to bring you into his arguments with Sasori and seek your support - so you better give it to him or he is going to huff all day under his breath how you "betrayed" him.

That being said, Deidara is CRAZY JEALOUS - yes, even from the rest of Akatsuki.

He doesn't like it if you receive any male (or female sometimes) attention and if you do... you better brace yourself!

I imagine that because of his personality fights with him are actually pretty nasty - a lot of screaming, baseless accusations, and during bad arguments, even a few flying pans and plates.

He gets angry very easily and it doesn't take a lot to trigger him - an eye roll, a sarcastic remark or a rude comment from your side are enough for him to explode.

Luckily, the length of his anger is just as short as his temper - give him 15 minutes and he is back to your loving, clingy boyfriend.

I can't imagine him being a good influence - if anything he will probably involve you in a lot of illegal activity and trouble, but hey - at least your relationship is fun and full of adrenaline!

I think with him it can end two ways - you either grow together and your bond becomes even stronger with time, or at some point, you realise that "bad boys" are fun for a while, but are definitely not husband material.

Either way, this is going to be "THE relationship" of your life and you will cherish memories from it for a long, long time

cc artwork: Danny Lai Lai

[13as07]

Little Lady #2

(Obito Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hoodie-Posts]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,168

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Power Difference

Hickeys

“Good Girl”

Part 3?

Also, sorry I've been gone for so long. Life has been... well life-ing and I had a tad bit of writers block :/

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     My footsteps seem loud as I walk down the street. My heart seems loud too. I don't know what sick game Obito is playing with this whole 'having lunch in public' thing, but I know it makes my stomach churn.

     It doesn't take long for the restaurant to fall into view, upsetting my stomach even more. This is a bad idea, a trap even. Thoughts of turning to leave swirl around my mind as I freeze in the middle of the street. Would that make the situation worse? Or better? I don't know. I don't know a lot of things recently, and somehow, they all have to do with the akatsuki member.

     My hands shove their way into my pockets, my dominant hand toying with the pocket knife gifted to me as I continue my walk down the street. No black cloak with red clouds in sight and no Obito in sight either. Maybe I should turn around and go home. Pack Daku and me up, high tail it as far away as possible.

Hands slide across my hips, hooking to me as my arms are pressed to my sides, quickly stopping any attempt to stab the person intruding on my body. "Hello my little lady," Obito's soothing voice coos into my ear and a squeeze of my hips.

I glance to the side, being met with the orange mask and cloudy robes I've grown accustomed to. A straw hat with white ribbons and a single bell is added to his usual look, confusing me even more. A disguise perhaps? "Hello, Ob -"

My greeting is cut off, one of his gloved hands jumping up to wrap around my mouth. "Would you like to meet my partner?" He asks, his voice high and chirping instead of the soothing voice I'm used to. I tilt my head, my eyebrows pressed together. Obito has a partner? Why is he so obsessed with me then? Slowly, he pulls away, stalling by my ear for a moment. "Remember, I'm Tobi at work, Little Lady." Oh, it's that kind of partner... oh dear Lord, it's that kind of partner.

He finishes pulling away from me, a hand falling from me as the other one jumps up to my bicep. He uses his grip to turn me around. I'm spun quicker than expected, making me a bit dizzy.

Once my eyes settle, I'm met with a short boy in the same disguise as Obito. Instead of an orange mask poking through the ribbons of the hat, there's a baby face and snips of blonde hair. How young is this kid? Is he seriously an akatsuki member?

"Deidara, this is my Little Lady," Obito introduces, his hand falling back down to my hip, quickly pulling me into his side. I settle my hands on my belt, toying with it as I look at the ground. Why does this feel like an awkward 'meeting your boyfriend's friends' situation? "Little Lady, this is my work partner, Deidara."

"Nice to meet you," I whisper, focusing on my shoes. Great I'm stuck having lunch with two murderers. Two akatsuki members. What could go wrong?

"Nice to meet you too," the shorter man returns my greeting, his voice deeper than I expected. "Aren't you a pretty thing," he continues, leaning forward. He leans close enough that the ribbons of his hat rub against my cheeks, only adding to my nervousness. "What a beautiful piece of artwork."

The man raises his hand, but Obito snatches it before his partner can rub his fingertips across my cheeks. "Nuh uh uh," Obito starts, his grip tightening around his partner's wrist. The hand on my hip dips down a second, easily passing under the hem of my shirt before sliding up again. The material of his glove dances over my skin, just above my waistband. "Don't touch what's not yours, Deidara." His voice is still chirped but has a threatening undertone to it.

     Blonde rolls his eyes, snapping his wrist away from Obito. "I didn't know you were so protective of your Little Lady," the boy teases, sending me a sparkly smile. A lady's man I see.

     Obito's hand jumps up, clinging to my waist as his fingers dig into my skin. "You know it," he chirps, quickly pushing me in front of me and aiming me down the road. His partner giggles, hands on his head as he follows behind us.

     I'm bumped into, Obito's chest against my back no matter how quick my steps are. Anger waves off of him, the angrier he gets the more his partner giggles. "Are you okay?" I whisper, tipping my head up a bit. I don't know why but I'm almost sad to see his mask instead of his face.

     His head dips, the plastic of his mask clicking against my head. "I'm fine."

     "You're not."

     He softly sighs, hand sliding up even further. Obito's fingertips slide over the wire of my bra, making me super nervous with a slow drip of arousal mixed in. For a split second, I almost forget the situation I'm in. "No, I'm not. I don't like seeing Deidara touch you, let alone smiling at you. You're my Little Lady." Just like the small touches, his empathize with the word 'my' makes me tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. This is going to be a long lunch.

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     Weight is added to my back, a weight that's more than Daku who's curled up and fast asleep between my shoulder blades. The added pressure makes me panic, my fingers instantly wrapping around the pocket knife curled up under my pillow just like my arms.

     "I know I said I'd stop breaking in, Little Lady," Obito's voice whispers closer to me than I thought it would be. The sound of him both calms me and makes me panic. He might be a threat but at least he's a threat I've grown used to. A known threat is better than a new threat. "But, I need your assistance."

     I let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance. Maybe I should look into getting a dog. Obito's fingertips dance over my spinal cord, sliding over the bumps of it despite the night-shirt I'm lying in. I'd be lying if I said the soft touches don't help calm my nerves. Dumb akatsuki member. Making me feel weird contradicting shit all the time.

Obito's hand stops rubbing at me for only a beat, long enough to lift Daku off my back. My cat is settled on a bed, a yawn and a stretch coming from him before he curls up again. Soon, his hand is back to rubbing at me, adding gentle pressure occasionally.

     "What do you need help with?" I ask my question almost hiding the feeling of his fingertips dipping under my shirt, sliding over the strip of skin above my pajama bottoms. Almost.

     "I'm sorry for breaking in again," he whispers, his hand sliding up my back, slowly tugging my shirt up until it rests above my shoulder blades.

     "It's fine," I half hiss, half breath out. My skin feels on fire, the flames licking the path laid out by his fingertips. "Obito?"

     He hums, the gentle sound of him shifting leading the feeling of his lips brushing against my spinal cord, carefully kissing every vertebrate bump, all the way up to my neck. Fear tangles with a quickly increasing trickle of arousal.

     "Sorry, my Little Lady. I'm still a bit upset about your introduction to Deidara," he whispers against the middle of my back, pressing another kiss against me before shifting up again. "Anyway, I have been stabbed again. Only twice this time," he continues, his hand coating down my back once again as he tugs my shirt into place.

     "That's good," I whisper, my mind still wispy from the arousal and the quickly shrinking fear. "Wait what?" I ask, snapping out of the fog.

     "I got stabbed again."

     I shake my head at the man crisscrossed on my bed, pushing myself off my stomach and onto my knees. "You get stabbed a lot. I'm starting to think you're getting hurt on purpose," I tease, a soft giggle following my words.

     "I am... to an extent," He mutters, his eyes slowly sliding down me, quickly igniting the snuffed-out spark.

     I can't focus on that. For one, Obito is an akatsuki member, and for two, he's getting hurt on purpose. "Why?" I press, leaning over to dig around under my bed, in search of the first aid kit I've decided to keep stashed there.

     He waits for me to sit upright, the kit between my knees as I look at him and he looks at me. Well, I'm looking at him, and Obito is looking at my thighs. "I like getting to see you," he starts, his fingers sliding over my knee, slowly crawling up until the tips of them are hidden under my shorts. "I like talking to you. I like looking at you," he continues, leaning forward until his lips are pressed against my neck.

     The flames from before start sizzling against my throat, only chilling when Obito's tongue slides out, pressing the flavor of my skin against his taste buds. "Obito," I breathe out, my thoughts hard to keep straight. He hums, the edge of his teeth being added to the attention of my neck and the lack of control over my thoughts. "I'm loyal to my village. I'm not going to betray my home."

     "I know," he hums, shifting up a bit before continuing to suck and nibble on my neck. "That's why I won't ask you to choose. I just enjoy my time with you." Obito is pulled away from my neck by now, his finger sliding over my bottom lip, and his crazy eyes locked in the same place.

     "Okay," I manage to squeeze out, the oxygen from my lungs seeming to be cut short from his confusion and the overwhelming calm in his eyes. Dear Lord is this what Stockholm Syndrome feels like?

     "Can I spend the night? After you fix me up?" I quickly nod my head, completely wrapped up in Obito's gentleness. Ya, ya, definitely Stockholm Syndrome. "Good," he whispers, leaning forward to slide his lips against mine, just as soft and gentle as all his other touches.

     The kiss catches me off guard, someone more than the rest even though this kiss has been the most acceptable one so far. If you can say that.

     A satisfied hum comes from him, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You looked so pretty when I kissed you. Can I do it again?"

     "No," I race out, my disapproval being the front man for the fear crawling up my throat.

     Obito's eyes squint for just a moment before they're back to being round and full of happiness. "Alright. I'll give you a moment to settle down and then I'll ask again later if that's alright with you."

     "I might say no again."

     "But you might not," he counters, his smile growing from my answer. "And the possibility of a yes is good enough for me. Even if it's a fake possibility." I hate the akatsuki and their smug little members.

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     My mind is twirling as I wander back and forth around my room, sort of doing laundry but not really. It's taken me five minutes to hang a single shirt, the chaos of my mind making it difficult to focus on a single task.

Obito is asleep in my bed, his limbs thrown around the bed and twisted within my bedsheets as he sleeps. I can't believe I let him spend the night. There is a terrorist, a murderer, an akatsuki member fast asleep in my bed like he has been, all night. I must be insane or something.

I settle on the edge of the bed, laundry forgotten as I look over the man fast asleep. His chest is bare, most of him is bare. Obito stripped down to his boxers to sleep, which made me both nervous and excited again. Even now it forces the two emotions to mix in my chest. His chest is blotchy like I've grown used to. Peachy skin and pure white mix across all of him, though it seems most of it is divided to one side.

"Why are you staring at me, my Little Lady?" Obito's rigged voice mutters, tearing me out of my peeking and making my cheeks heat. "Seems like we've switched spots."

"What do you mean?"

"Usually I'm the one watching you like a creeper while you sleep. Now you're watching me," he tries to tease, helping the fear in my chest win the fight between my emotions. The fear starts to diminish when Obito sits up, stretching out his arms, and making his shoulders flex.

The arousal is winning now, courtesy of his muscles on a show and the burning memory of his lips on my skin last night. My eyes scorch over his muscles, his muscles that I've never seen in the light. "I'm sorry for staring."

He chuckles, moving forward quicker than I'm used to him moving. Obito wraps me up in his arms, tugging me forward and flipping us around. When we're settled, my back is laid against my mattress and I'm propped up on my pillows. His arms are around my waist, a knee rests between my legs, and his head is buried into my neck.

It takes a second for my heart to settle down, the leftover hallow feeling of free not leaving as quickly as I'd like it to. "You're tense. Why are you tense?" Obito asks, his lips already latched onto one of the hickeys he left last night, promising to make it darker.

"You're tense too," I whisper, letting my hands settle on his shoulders.

"Of course I am," he hums, sliding down an inch or two before he starts sucking on my throat again.

"Of course you are?"

Obito chuckles, his kisses going soft again, dancing the exposed skin of my chest. "Yes, of course, I am," he starts, his hands softly massaging my sides. "I just spent the night sharing a bed with the apple of my eye who let me kiss up on her all night. I'm going to be a little tense."

It takes a moment, but his confession does finally click in my head, making my cheeks heat up again. Great, now I accidentally turned on my stalker. He chuckles again, his fingers wrapping around the hem of my shirt as he toys with it. "I'm sorry," I repeat, focusing my eyes on my hands as I massage his shoulders.

"You don't have to be sorry," he mutters, sliding his hand under my shirt, his fingertips slowly crawling up my side. Obito starts sucking on my neck again, this time on the center forcing my head upward. "Do you want to continue?" He whispers, slowly making his way up my throat.

     "I don't know," I answer honestly, the massage to his shoulders forgotten as I cling to him. A part of me knows this is bad, that it goes against my village and myself, but another part of me knows I'm on fire and his lips seem to be the only way to cool the flames down.

     The hand on my side stalls, just below my bare chest. His fingers go back to work, focused like he can mold the flesh of my side if he focuses on massaging it enough. His lips go light, still dragging across my heck but no longer sucking proof of himself into me. "Then we'll stay just like this until you say otherwise."

     I know consent is a basic human right, one that everyone deserves, but for some reason hearing this man who could easily take whatever he wanted regardless of my feelings be so willing to obey such a simple thing is hot. Is this what hooks the girls at work on those dark romance books? A big bad guy known for not taking no for an answer so willing to obey the word from their love interest? Oh my, I'm truly living one of those books right now, aren't I? I think I am. Those girls turn out fine... usually, right?

     "Obito?"

     "My Little Lady?" He hums, planting slow and dragged-out kisses across my jaw.

     "Please?" I whisper, tilting my head down so our noses brush against each other.

     "Please what?" He asks, lips teasingly light against mine as the purple and red of his eyes stare back into my eyes. "Do you want a kiss?"

     I slowly shake my head, not able to pull away from the different colors. It's a bad idea to look into his eyes. What if he's coaxing me into wanting to kiss? Into wanting more? I've heard of eyes that hold abilities so powerful. "No, I don't," I whisper, pulling away from him. My head turns and my eyes snap closed as I take a breather; maybe the feelings aren't fabricated by Obito. Maybe they are real. I don't know anymore. 

     "Alright, Little Lady," he hums a drop of disappointment in his words. Obito lays a soft kiss on my cheek before his hand falls, secured gently on my hip like his other one. His head follows suit, tumbling down to rest on my shoulder his nose pressed against my neck. "I wish to go back to sleep unless you want me gone from your home, of course."

     "No, you're fine," I utter, my eyes snapping between the wall and Obito's resting place on top of me.

     Once the approval to stay is let out, he shifts, both legs caging mine between his instead of his knee resting between my thighs. It takes a moment, but the tension in his body is let out. A long sigh audits Obito relaxing against me, pressing his body weight into mine. "Let me know if you need me to get off."

     "I will."

     "Good girl."

     My body heats up for the two soft-spoken words, the main of the heat jumping to my cheeks and falling down my core. Alright, the feelings stirring in my chest - and way below that - aren't fabricated, that's for sure.

     "What am I going to do with you?" I ask him, my focus set on Daku's cat tree propped up in the corner of the room.

     "Love me is what I'm hoping for," Obito whispers into my skin again, pairing the soft words with an equally soft kiss. "But I know that's going to take some time for you to get to, especially with the fears I caused with our introduction. That's alright, I'll wait for you, my Little Lady."

     I'll wait for you, my Little Lady. I'll wait for you. I'll wait.

     His words echo in my head as I let myself relax against the pillows behind me. Stockholm Syndrome or dark romance story? I guess only time will tell.

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[leewritestoomuch]

Deidara Drabble

Warnings: NSFW, mouth hands, Deidara being a freak

AFAB reader

Okay but imagine what those hands can do.

How did you end up on the forest floor, skirt hiked up while your boyfriend’s hand fingered you AND ate you out at the same time. It’s a long story. And you could care less about how unexpected it was to your oblivious self, more worried about the building pleasure.

His hands are a weapon during sex, that’s for sure. Your head is thrown back as his fingers curl inside you. The tongue on his palm swirls over your clit, and you can’t help but want to scream his name.

He watched as he gave you the mouth on his hand to kiss, sticking its tongue practically down your throat. He smirks as he watches you squirm. Being able to watch this, and feel this, was turning him impossibly hard. Your eyes lock with his while your tongue clashes with the tongue from his hand.

Lewd sounds of tongues working your body fill the quiet forest, and he can’t help but add another. His mouth latches on to your neck, biting and sucking, before licking over the marks. It didn’t take much longer for you to cum, rather explosively.

“You are art.” He whispers before bringing that hand up, taking his own tongue into his mouth and sucking your juices off. He moans in delight before smirking at you.

“Now… I’ve used 3 of my mouths. You need to use yours.” With that, he unbuttons his pants.

[dira333]

Third wheel? No, I'm part of the Gang.

Kisames hand is fast, coming down on yours as you reach out. You pout.

"I just wanted some of your food!" You explain and he eyes you for a second. "Fine," he relents, releasing you. You grab one of the fries on his plate, giggling when he slings his now free arm around you to pull you in.

"What did you think she wanted?" Hidan asks from the other side of the table, the signature can of Monster in his hand.

"My food," Kisame explains, digging into his burger before coming up. "I just want her to ask for her."

"But she didn't ask for it," Hidan starts before deeming it an impossible fight. "Whatever," he grunts, turning away, tuning back into the heated discussion between Kankuro and Sasori.

"Kisame?" You lean into your boyfriend, pulling at the string of his hoodie. "Can I have a sip of your drink too?"

He huffs, trying to act annoyed. As if he didn't order your favorite when you claimed you didn't want anything.

"You're going to be the death of me," he comments, pinching your hip as a way of answering your plea.

"You're not that strong then," Deidara quips from across the table, moving as if to steal one of Kisame's fries. The glare he gets has him pull back halfway.

"Alright, alright," he waves off just as Itachi walks over.

"No more free seats," Deidara tells him, smug grin on his lips. It's no secret that these two don't get along.

Kisame huffs yet again, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion, making space for Itachi.

You smirk, winking at Deidara who doesn't even bother hiding his groan.

"Thanks," Itachi mutters in your direction, not even blinking when you sneak a fry from his plate as well.

@bluemingqueen

[or0ch1maru]

If you would want to write it: I'd die to see more of your exhibitionist Tobi!! 😳🙏🏻

18+, minors DNI! Pure filth, smut and more smut

Rough sex, degrading, praising, Exhibitionism, Obito makes an appearance🫶🏻

Clenched my thighs together while writing this, omg😩 he’s just so dreamy…fuck

•

•you pissed off your partner, and royally for that matter

•but yet again, your boyfriend is REALLY jealous, despite the ruse he shows off to the rest of your team. The childlike, goofy, and sarcastic attitude is nothing compared to his true personality

•how you got yourself in this position, face mushed deep into your mattress as Tobi’s cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, orgasm after orgasm, even your begging and whining about being overstimulated isn’t enough for him to stop, which only makes you wetter

•is because you were seen by your usual sweet natured partner as you spoke with Deidara. You listened intently as the explosive blonde went into detail about his most recent mission, wrecking havoc with his explosives when Tobi rounded the corner and spotted you

•of course, your sweet boy acted like he always does, teasing and taunting his comrade about his detonating jutsu until Deidara had enough, leaving for his room

•that’s when your felt Tobi’s gloved hand grip the back of your neck firmly, guiding you back to your shared bedroom

•he wasted no time stripping you of your cloak and clothes, leaving them in a pile somewhere near the bed

•despite being fully nude, Tobi’s clothed. Apart from his akatsuki cloak, which he goes without while he’s home, he’s hidden under his long sleeve, and everyday pants.

• “think you’re being cute huh? Laughing it up with deidara when you know all he wants to do is get in your pants?” Tobi growls from behind you as he positions you how he wants on your bed. Face down, ass up, with your legs spread. Everything on display for your boyfriend

•a swift smack lands on your ass, causing you to let out a whine. The dull ache between your legs growing to a persistent throb as his hand lands another firm spank to your soft flesh

• “you think I’m dumb, don’t you? Thinking you can just parade around here, looking cute as you talk to other men. Acting like I don’t exist” Tobi continues, throwing taunts and accusations at you every which way. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as he watches you clench around nothing

•taking note of how pathetic you look, from your ass, all red and tender, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he teases yet refusing to touch you, to your puffy clit, all wet with your slick

•he gives you a mercy

•you faintly hear him spit, pulling his mask back down before cupping your cunt

•you twitch beneath him as you feel a finger trace up and down over your slit. The slow pace in which your partner is moving, is making you impatient

• “Tobi..” you whine your partners name as you buck backwards into his hand, which he replies with a smack to your cunt

• “behave baby or you’ll get nothing.” He coo’s, going back to his ministrations.

•you gasp when you feel a large finger slide in, pumping in and out. Lewd noises coming from your pussy mix with your muffled moans, only to get louder as he slips a second finger inside you.

•you always wonder how much more he can stretch you, only to be constantly reminded anytime he finger fucks you, getting you prepared before filling you with his length

•you cum embarrassingly fast the moment he slides a third digit in, drenching the sheets beneath you as you squirt and make a mess all over his gloves

• “so fucking pathetic..such a dirty girl baby” Tobi purrs as he fucks you through your orgasm, pulling his hand away to pull his cock out

•you push your hips back when you feel his tip prod your entrance, eager for your boyfriend to fuck you

•you’ll never admit it, even though you’re pretty sure he knows, but you purposely go out of your way to hold long conversations with your teammates, only to end up like this. Fucked stupid to the point you can’t even remember your own name

•both of you let out a moan as you feel each other. Tobi’s hands firmly grip your hips as he pushes himself deeper.

•your small hands bunching up the sheets in your grip

•he starts off with slow, and deep thrusts. Letting you take him to the hilt

•before picking up his pace, fucking into you with abandon

•you’ve cum four times already, just from the short time you’ve been filled by him

•and you’re about to make it five times when the knock on your bedroom door scares it away

•you tense, trying to hide your face in the bed to keep your moans from being heard, only for Tobi to fuck you harder

•he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest. The new angle only making it harder to control yourself

• “be nice and tell whoever’s on the other side of the door to come in”, demands your partner.

• “but-.” You begin, only to be met with a single hard thrust

• “don’t make me ask twice baby” he coo’s, bringing the hand that was holding your hip around until he finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over the puffy nub

• “c-come in” you manage to say. Your words breaking as you feel a mix of pleasure, so close to the edge as Tobi plays with you, to the embarrassment that whoever is on the other side of your door is going to see you like this

•the door slides open, and all you hear is “hey, so as I was saying earlier-.” Deidara’s sentence comes to a stop as he takes in the scene

•Tobi buried deep within your walls, one hand playing with your clit as the other holds you against him by your neck

•your tits bouncing with each thrust

•apart from your leader pain, and his wife, Konan, Deidara is the only other mate to hear Tobi’s real voice, which doesn’t surprise you when you hear him converse back to the blonde

•what surprises you, is how fast your fifth orgasm rolls around as you feel Deidara’s eyes on you

•your eyes close as your partner fucks you through yet another climax, your moans coming out hitched as your slick runs down your thighs and onto the sheets.

•your mind was all fuzzy and didn’t realize deidara had left until you heard the door close behind him. You lost track of time, not knowing how long he and Tobi had spoke for

• “such a whore, coming all over me as our teammate watched…” your boyfriend coo’s into your ear before letting you go. Your hands fly out to catch yourself as you slowly lower your body back into the mattress

• “T-tobi..” you whine as another orgasm approaches

• “I know baby, I know.” He reassures, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own release

• “m’ gonna.” You whimper. “Fuck.” The curse slips from Tobi’s lips as his release washes over him the same time yours does

•you barely register your boyfriend pulling himself from you

•suddenly your enveloped in warmth, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His orange mask sitting on the bed beside the two of you

• “you know I love you baby.” He whispers softly, stroking your hair while his other hand draws shapes on your back

• “mhm” you hum. “Love you too” you reply gently, your eyes closing as you bury yourself into his torso

• you’re almost asleep when you hear your lover speak up again

• “maybe I’ll have him join in next time..”

[mixelation]

oh here's some toxicity (reborn au au). it's torito u_u

In another world, the assurance that Itachi would never leave her behind would be enough for Tori. She would find it comforting. She would move on. 

In this world, she really didn’t see why violent revenge couldn’t be her solution. 

“If you’re so mad about it,” Obito drawled at her, “just kill him yourself.”

Obito had thrown himself lazily over the armchair in the corner of her room, right on top of a pair of pants and a sweater she’d worn once and wanted to wear again before she washed them. The chair didn’t match anything else in the room, but it was comfortable. Obito had put it there himself, rescued from an Uchiha elder’s house after they’d died. 

(Of natural causes, he’d assured her.)

He was the primary person who ever sat in it, besides Tori’s laundry. He did it with the lazy decadence of a king in his throne. 

Tori, cross-legged on her bed, pouted back at him. The point wasn’t really that someone killed that guy. It was the intense loyalty the act would mean for her. Had Obito and Minato not both slaughtered absurd numbers of people in an act of love? She wanted that. She wanted someone who liked her like that. 

Would it be bad to break up with her fake-boyfriend if he wouldn’t real-murder for her…?

She had no idea how to explain all this to Obito without sounding completely unhinged. Instead she said, “I’d kill someone for Itachi.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Obito countered immediately. 

“I killed Danzo for him,” Tori said. 

“No,” Obito said, rolling his ankle in the air. He twirled a finger at her. “You convinced Danzo to do something stupid that got him killed because you get off on leading people to their doom.”

Tori pouted some more. 

“I’m glad sensei backed you up,” Obito said eventually, carefully not looking directly at her. His legs were over one arm of the chair, and he rolled an ankle in a loose circle. “You’re okay, right? Besides your unquenchable thirst for vengeance?” 

A sly smile cracked over Tori’s lips. He had shown up the second she was finally in her own home. 

“Aaaw,” she cooed. “Were you worried about me?”

Obito rolled his eyes and finally looked at her. “I just think if you get any more traumatized, you might actually figure out how to destroy the world. It’s the natural escalation of things.”

“You would know,” Tori replied. She unfolded her legs and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed closest to him. “Hey, Itachi spent the night the first night.”

Obito frowned at her. “What, you need a babysitter?”

“You could sit outside on the balcony like a gargoyle,” Tori replied. “Bark at passers by. You know.”

“Oooh,” Obito replied, dipping his head back as he leaned into the joke. “Oh, yeah, I could guard the whole apartment. My poor partner was traumatized, after all. I’ll keep anyone from coming in and bothering you. I’ll set up traps and chase your neighbors off. Maybe put up a blockade in the road.”

“Deidara will love this,” Tori said. 

“Deidara is one of the people I’m chasing away,” Obito replied smartly. 

They joked. They talked about silly, unimportant things. Tori watched Obito intently as they chatted. She liked seeing him like this, she thought. Obito was fun when he was relaxed and just fucking around. 

He looked good too, she decided. She missed the mask, but Obito definitely had a nice face. He had the pretty Uchiha cheekbones and a strong jaw, and the messy dark hair worked on him. Plus, he was tall and broad-shouldered and well-muscled and… hmm. 

Hmm. 

Obito started absentmindedly doing little kicks with his feet like a school girl while he groused about how much of the block he could get Deidara to blow up, just by being annoying. 

Tori decided to change her strategy. 

xXx

“I decided I want to break up,” Tori told Itachi. 

“Oh,” Itachi said, frowning down at her. “Why? I’m amenable to making changes.”

Tori shook her head. 

“I don’t mind helping you, or hanging out with you on dates,” she said. “But I realized this arrangement means I can’t pursue my own romantic interests.”

“Ah,” Itachi said. “I didn’t realize you had those.”

Neither did I, Tori thought. 

She nodded and waited to see if Itachi would say more. Maybe he would offer to murder or beat up the person she was interested in. That might make her stay. 

“I suppose that’s reasonable,” Itachi said after a beat. “Thank you for helping me. Would you mind if I said I was too heartbroken to date for a while?”

“Um,” Tori replied. “Maybe we should say we decided we’d be better as friends so we don’t mess that up, and you can say you want time to think about what you want out of a dating partner.” 

Itachi nodded thoughtfully and continued to not offer to kill for her. 

Oh well. She tried. 

xXx

When Obito jimmied open her window, Tori looked up from her desk like she’d been expecting him. Which, she probably was. Obito loved gossip. 

He flopped directly from the window sill into his chair and steepled his fingers. 

“So,” he said. He leered at her, lips pulling back from his teeth. “Did you break Itachi’s heart? Did he break yours? Tell me everything.”

Tori rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from her desk. Instead of the usual sweatpants she preferred when just sitting around her room, she was wearing one of her little sundresses. She brushed her hair over her shoulder as she eyed him. 

“I decided I might want to pursue my own interests,” she said bluntly. 

Obito raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Found some other sucker to sic on your enemies? Teenaged romances are so dramatic nowadays.”

Tori stood.

“I think that’s part of the problem,” she said. “I’m not really a teenager, am I?”

She ran her hands through the signs for a henge, and then a twenty year old Tori was standing in front of him. It was a better aging up than most teens could manage– Tori, after all, had once been physically an adult. She knew the subtleties of her own face and how her body would change with age. 

“Interesting strategy,” Obito said, unsure where this was going. Was she planning to use a henge to seduce someone older? Was Itachi about to lose to some two-bit chump who liked women in short skirts just because they’d agree to murder some other two-bit chump for Tori? That would be hilarious. 

Tori took a step towards him, and then another. She got close enough that the hem of her skirt brushed against his knee, and Obito suddenly realized that Tori’s skirt was quite short, wasn’t it?

“I decided I wanted to pursue more… adult interests,” Tori said, and then suddenly she was in his lap. 

“Wait,” Obito said, voice cracking. “Tori, what are you doing?”

Her hand went over his chin, her thumb and fingers squeezing his cheeks. Obito found this did alarming things to his insides. 

“Have I told you how much prettier your face is than it should be?” Tori said. Her thumb moved up and down his right cheek. “How about you let me mess it up again, and I’ll help you put your eye in Kakashi’s head?”

“What?” Obito full-on squeaked. 

He could overpower her and push her off. He didn’t. He felt frozen, transfixed by her eyes, dark and heavy as she looked at him. 

His heart pounded away in his chest. This was ridiculous, though. This was just Tori. She was probably angling to trick him into letting her store lab supplies in kamui or something. 

Then why the henge? He thought. Tori wasn’t above flirting to get what she wanted, but it was rarely her first choice strategy. He had no idea why it would be her strategy with him. 

The henge is the problem, he decided, hands sweaty. Sixteen year old Tori wasn’t hot. She just wasn’t; she was a teenager. He didn’t… he didn’t remember ever thinking adult Tori was all that hot either, but she’d never crawled into his lap. Maybe it was just the nostalgia this was calling up for him. Or maybe any pretty woman could get this reaction out of him. 

Pretty? No, fuck– well. Either way. He could just get rid of the henge. 

“No, stop that,” Tori said when he activated his sharingan. Her hand immediately went over his eyes. This did even more alarming things to his insides. 

“Oh, because the sharingan is so easily stopped,” Obito heard himself drawl back at her. 

His hands were gripping the arms of his chair instead of stopping her. This was bad. Many abilities of the sharingan could not be stopped simply by covering it, but covering it sure did stop him from seeing unsexy, henge-free Tori. 

He felt her shift, leaning forward. Her hair tickled his cheek and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. When she spoke, he felt her breath on his lips. 

“Then stop me, if you want to,” she said. 

Obito gripped the chair harder. Tori shifted again, her hand staying over his eyes. She pressed her lips against his. 

I am going to stop this, Obito thought, and then instead kissed her back. 

Obito had only ever kissed Rin before, which had been weird and also terrible. This was also weird and terrible, but in a way where he didn’t want it to stop. Tori was familiar. She knew about the absolute darkest parts of him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t murder him if given the chance. But she did know him, from his favorite bad jokes to his stint as a super villain. 

She broke the kiss first. 

“Are you going to be a good boy now?” she asked. 

It was embarrassing that he found her wording hot. 

“For you? Always,” he replied. 

She removed her hand from his eyes. He deactivated the sharingan, studying her face. He set his hands and her hips and then trailed them up her waist, and he watched as she bit her bottom lip in response. He liked that. 

There was no way she was doing this if she didn’t want something. Unfortunately, her method had worked in that he did now very much want to give it to her. But what would Tori want…?

“So you want that guy killed?” Obito asked. 

Tori’s eyes lit up. It was… extremely cute. Fuck.

[evartandadam]

Do you know about the 5 love languages? (Quality Time, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving and Acts of Service) What is the order of importance for each Akatsuki member? :)

Note: Physical Touch in this is used non-sexually overall. Like hugging, cuddling, forehead kisses, etc

Im color coding, so you can find what you want faster 👍

Sasori: Words of affirmation above all (and intelligent conversation)! I mean, he dislikes attention in general, so it’s hard to imagine him liking much else 😂 If you can think of a gift he would like, he would very much appreciate that. Under specific circumstances, like AUs, Sasori would also love physical touch (canon 35 year old Sasori really has no interest in relationships in general). He would find acts of service demeaning- he can do it all himself, and in his mind, better. He likes quality time, but also disappears for days on end working on his corpse puppets or killing people to make them into corpse puppets 😍 You gotta be cool with that and tell him they’re awesome.

Deidara: Physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time- he is literally a princess and requires constant attention 😂 There aren’t many services he would expect from you, he just wants you to tell him he’s amazing and rub his back for hours (maybe that’s the act of service lol). He also would love gifts, and definitely enjoys giving them! Very easy to please and validate!

Hidan: Words of affirmation and quality time! He is a dog! He loves physical touch too, but feels religious guilt for it 😂 His religion is founded on worshipping destruction, and I think love and sex are the opposite of that and frowned upon. Hidan wouldn’t appreciate a nice gift enough, so don’t waste your time (unless it’s a trip to the hot springs or pomade). He would appreciate an act of service like cooking meat for him, or converting, so he doesn’t have to kill you 👍

Kakuzu: Acts of service and, if he trusts you, physical touch (he is very deprived of real affection and would dislike it initially). Kakuzu would also appreciate the gift of a good book! He does not require a lot of attention to maintain his interest if you got him, and though quality time is nice, it isn’t something he values much (once a month lol). He values intellectual conversation more than actual affirmation. Note, a hookup with Kakuzu is easy, and I’m referring to vulnerable physical affection, like snuggling.

Itachi: Gifts, quality time, and lastly, physical touch- he will feel more comfortable receiving physical affection after you spend lots of time convincing him he deserves it. Words of affirmation must be used in small doses or he will reject them. He would like giving gifts more than receiving them, same with acts of service. He is emotionally sensitive and considerate, so he will mirror what you give him and more.

Kisame: Quality time and physical touch. Kisame is a good boyfriend who is generally content and if you’re just nice to him, he’ll be ecstatic. Like Itachi, he might need some small doses of words of affirmation before accepting them as truth. Expect lots of bear hugs and being carried around! The only gifts he cares about are good food, and time with you! He expects no acts of service, but would appreciate you caring for him- all of these people have had hard lives and are comfortable doing everything themselves.

Konan: Gifts and acts of service. Physical touch is earned with her. She is a queen, so she already has whatever she wants, so sentimental gifts are best (but she would love designer). Honestly, she would care more about acts of service you offer to others more than herself. She is attracted to people who display character. Quality time is also nice, but not the top. You have to be good in bed to date her, and she likes giving caring touch to her partners, as well as receiving it. Words of affirmation are appreciated, but don’t overdue it. She’s heard it all, and likes action more than talking.

Nagato: Words of affirmation and quality time. Nagato has a god complex, so just nod and agree with whatever he says, and he will feel so valued 😂 He will shower you with gifts, but won’t expect any in return. Like Sasori and Kakuzu, intelligent conversation is also the key to his heart. Nagato would also value acts of service towards his people. Acts of service involving himself would make him feel guilty. If we are going for sickly Nagato, he would struggle with physical touch at first, but accept it gladly after you gain his trust.

Obito: Words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service . Also has a god complex, so just tell him whatever he wants to hear and treat him like a king. Before he went nuts, he was a golden retriever, so he probably loves head scratches and tenderness. A good gift might make him giddy as well. Quality time is not his top, cause he’s too busy trying to plan mass genocide, but of course you will have endless time together in the infinite tsukuyomi, so no worries! I’m throwing shade cause he would be a taker instead of a giver 🤪

Orochimaru: Gifts, of course! Weird taxidermy, expensive wine, statues of snakes for his lair, live snakes, stolen research, etc. You will be favored if you give lots of words of affirmation. He has no time for quality time, and you will always be sad and lonely while he experiments on children. He doesn’t feel like the type care much about physical touch, but acts of service are great!

Zetsu: Gifts (corpses of course!) Quality time feels like a favorite of theirs, they seem content to sit around and chill. Don’t be surprised if they kill you, they aren’t quite human anyway. Acts of service are also appreciated! Perhaps some gossip? Zetsu doesn’t seem like the type to value words of affirmation too much (especially Black Zetsu), and hcs for physical touch can go opposite directions.

[bubuli-3110]

Knead

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Characters: Deidara (Naruto) X Fem! Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.39k

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

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

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

Late again.

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

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

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

You knocked on the door and said,

“Dei? I’m coming in.”

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara walks over to you, pushing up his glasses.

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

“How can I make it up to you?”

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

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

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

He was thinking the same thing.

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

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

Welp, now you’ve done it.

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

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

“Careful what you ask for darling~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He started this and you were going to finish it.

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

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

“Alright dear, message received.” He agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Dei.” You whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara playfully rolls his eyes.

“That’s my muse for you.”

[yowyowyaoi]

*Sasori and Deidara in Sasori’s room, Sasori reading and Deidara sculpting*

Sasori: *glances up* Brat. Stop that.

Deidara: Stop what?

Sasori: You’re chewing on your hair again.

Deidara: *subtly releases the lock of hair he was chewing on* S-sorry …

Sasori: You’re always nibbling at something, it seems. Your hair, pens, bits of paper, bottle caps … I swear anything that goes near your mouth is doomed. You’ve got quite the oral fixation.

Deidara, indignantly: So? It’s not like I’m hurting you or anything, hm. 

Sasori: You’re not hurting me, no, but it’s not exactly the most pleasant thing to watch.

Deidara: Hey, you know what? I have the solution for that … stop watching me, weirdo.

Sasori: A bit hard not to when you constantly invite yourself to my room and are consistently in my personal space …

Deidara: Okay, but when I don’t “invite myself” in, you always come looking for me, hm. That means that YOU’RE gay for ME, so leave me alone about what I want to chew on!

*Sasori is about to retort when Tobi walks in the room*

Tobi: Hey, Sasori-Senpai, I think Deidara-Senpai is right; he CAN do whatever he wants with his mouth!

Deidara: Thank you, Tobi! See, Danna, you —

Tobi, in Obito voice: In fact, come to my room for a bit and I’ll give you something else for that gorgeous mouth of yours. You can keep it in there for as long as you want and I won’t complain at all ~

Sasori: Oi, so, you flirting with MY boyfriend aside … you do realize that he chews on everything, correct? So instead of what you’re suggesting, he’d be more likely to sit there and chomp on *it* …

Tobi: Joke’s on you, Puppet; I’m into that sh*t!

Sasori and Deidara:

[sanrio-gyal]

high school sasodei au?

I BEEN WAITING ON THIS 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

Okay first…. I have a lot so this is just one of them. I’ll post another one later.

Sasori is well weird. Bro is just weird. Yeah that’s all to it. Bringing a puppet to school in high school. Yeah bros weird.

Deidara is just as socially awkward but instead of being quiet and shutting himself off like Sasori….he’s loud and always causing problems and doesn’t understand social cues.

Both are in very different friend groups. It would be unlikely for them to speak to each other but Deidara merges with every friend group.

They became “friends” during elementary school. Deidara yanked Sasori from being a loner and introduced him to his (without Sasori’s consent)

Sasori pretends he doesn’t care about Deidara and “their friendship” but without him he feels lost and….lonely. He will never admit it but he enjoys Deidara’s company.

Deidara was the first one to catch feelings. It turned into a crush then infatuation…

Sasori can see he clearly has a crush on him but doesn’t know to feel about it so he pretends to be oblivious.

Deidara is terrible at school. He’s very intelligent but he has no interest in the lessons. The only thing he’s passing, is physics, gym, and art.

Sasori tries to help him in school but Deidara is a lost cause.

Sasori only talks to Deidara and occasionally Itachi, kakuzu, and konan but he feels most comfortable with Deidara. Probably because Deidara is far worse than him so he doesn’t care what he thinks.

Deidara is kicked out his classroom at least once a week. Sasori sometimes catches him sitting outside of the classroom. Sometimes he gives him company and sometimes he decides Deidara needs to be in timeout 😭

Deidara is invited to parties and he always brings Sasori with him even if he’s not invited. He thinks it’ll bring Sasori out of his shell but instead Sasori feels worse.

They’ve been around for each other so long that they understand each other with one look. Which sometimes gets them in trouble. Sasori will look at Deidara and Deidara will start laughing.

Deidara is always quick to defend Sasori. Bro has definitely gotten in fights because someone insulted his boyfriend. 🙄 and Sasori always has to take him to the nurse.

Sasori’s ass do not be defending himself. Mostly because he has music blaring in ear and he doesn’t care. Deidara hears a whisper about Sasori and punches them.

The entire school can see they’re gay asf except them.

Sasori defends Deidara in a more quiet way. He isn’t out and open about it but he will cause damage and ruin someone’s life in secret. He doesn’t do it every time someone insults Deidara though. If it really made Deidara upset then he might act on it…might

Deidara does not have a tough skin at all. He gets offended at everything. The thing is that he insults everything.

Deidara moved his lunch so it can be with Sasori’s. They usually sit in the courtyard and talk. Well, it’s most Deidara talking and Sasori nodding his head.

They both avoid school dances and usually spend that time playing video games at an arcade. They would get asked out and still say no because bros over hoes.

I think girls eventually stopped trying to ask either one out seeing how obsessed each one is with the other. Almost all the girls know…”don’t ask out the blond and redhead. They’re gay for each other”

Deidara sees all the rest of the Akatsuki dating then wonders why he doesn’t get asked out even though he turns down every girl. “You’re cute but not my type, hm.” Yeah your type is men 🙄 girls try to figure out his type and bro just starts saying shit 💀. Like dark hair, tan skin, red lipstick, etc. he has no idea what he wants.

When Sasori is asked out he assumes it’s a joke and just glares at them. They’re too scared to approach him so they leave him notes to which he throws away. Deidara finds them cute and reads them out loud to Sasori.

Deidara attends all of Sasori’s violin recitals and practices and Sasori attends all of Deidara’s soccer matches. Deidara always tries to find him a crowd. It’s kind of a good luck thing. And he always makes sure to wave at Sasori before his performance 🥺😭

They only really get along because they’re both rude and crass. People get offended by the way they talk which is why talking to each other is more enjoyable since they understand the way the other talks.

Sasori sometimes refuses to talk and just goes mute. There has been a time where Sasori just refused to talk for several months. Deidara had to pretty much interpret how Sasori felt or wanted to say. Sasori would sometimes speak but only to Sasori. He later got diagnosed.

Deidara sometimes has outbursts and adults often have a hard time understanding how he feels or why he’s acting out. Sasori is best at understanding how Deidara feels and the best at comforting him when he’s frustrated.

They don’t start dating till Deidara’s a junior and Sasori’s a senior honestly because they were confused with how they felt.

They’ve been really close since they were friends but when they start dating they all of a sudden get awkward 😭

They tell the Akatsuki and everyone just stares at them. Because they thought they’ve been dating.

They both get embarrassed with the tiniest contact as of the last year before Deidara wasn’t clinging to sasori’s arm everywhere they went.

They’re the most stable couple at the school even though they’re weirdos and at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

Thank you for the ask 🥺😭💗 I love when people ask about my au’s and headcanons 🤭💗💗