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ijustwanttoreadfanfictionplease · 4 months ago

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Imaging each Akatsuki member eating out y/n 😊

• Have you ever been eaten out by someone with peircings? That shit can hurt but pain is pein is pain. He will grab your thighs rough commenting about how it's obscene to be participating in this but will still give it his all. Or, his version of all 👀

• "It's only a slight pinch, no? Surely, you can handle the pain prior to pleasure"

• Definitely a clit nibbler and will try his damnest to make sure to edge you until you're crying with snot dripping down your face and drooling

• She knows what to do and how to do it well. Start off with long broad strokes that will turn into whatever she sees you're into. Fast paced and flexed tongue? Done. Slow and heavy soft kitten licks? Done. She's going to get you to cum.

• "It's okay, baby. See? You're enjoying this right? Much better then those /men/. Let a woman show you pleasure."

• Takes a small break to check up on you to see how you're doing. Otherwise she won't stop. She'll want to hear you /beg/ her to stop. Oh please you'll cry, I can't take it! Yes! You! Can! Just one more for Kon-mommy?

• Those long slender fingers are definitely trying to find your g-spot as his nose rubs against your clit, hot panting against your vulva "Please darling, I want to see you cum"

• Lots of praise, will ask you point blank what you like. Will not stop or change pace until you cum undone. He'll lower his tone and you'll hear the appreciation in his voice as he whispers "Beautiful."

• You're cumming once with him and it feels somehow even more intimate than having someone's face in your genitals can be.

• You're riding tonight baby. This man will make you sit there no matter what. Worried about your weight? Worried about looks? Fuck, stop, don't even. This man is pussy hungry. He will spread your lips and burrow in that bitch until he is sloppily making out with your hole.

• There's no talking, just his strong arms wrapped around your legs to hold you in place. If you start rocking against his nose as has his tongue deep in your pussy he'll feel obliged to lend a hand and place his hands on your hips to grip them bitches and rock them harder.

• Will make you cum at minimum twice. He won't stop until then.

• Okay he's like super inexperienced and you'd think the mouths on hands would give him some points.. but they don't. They bite too hard or lick to soft and fingering you I'd difficult as the mouths are, well.. bitey. Regardless, he's excited and thinks he'll win.

• "Gunna give you the best head, hm. Get that vagina so wet and tight for me!" He has the spirit I suppose. It's not going well and you're not really feeling it until he accidently discovers licking your clit at juuuuust the right angle got you a quiet gasp. From there it's go time.

• It'll feel nice but you probably won't cum still. He tried to spread your lips at the end to get a better angle but his hand bit the lip. Youre furious, in pain now, and didn't cum.

• "I won't be partaking in this." Atleast that what he says. As he watches you squirm confused. Why would he be here if he wasn't going to -- oh! A toy!

• He's a little cheater and uses a clit ducking machine along with a vibrating dildo. Will fuck you over and over and over and over and ov - "Ah, how many times is it? 10? We'll shoot for 15 my precious doll."

• You can't walk. You can't talk. Sasori has wrecked you. Ruined you. You may be begging for more next week who knows

• "Come on old man, 100 bucks says I make her cum faster." Hidan makes it a bet with Kakuzu almost immediately. He rushes in a bit too much but god damn is he really doing a number on you.

• He is sweating and panting like a dog in heat while making out with your clit. He wants you to cum now!! There's a bet in place!! But, he gets too cocky when you start ti really get into it and hold his head in place with your thighs. You're about to cum aaaaand "You gonna cum baby?" He stopped . He stopped and asked you a question ; hes not even fingering you anymore fuck!!!

• Takes 10 minutes to come since he keeps moving and stopping when the going gets good. Takes no hints and is just being annoying with it

• Looks you in the eyes while towering over you, "Make it 200." It looks like he's going to eat you and not the way you'd like! Eep! He will absolutely lay you flat on your back and grab your thighs so hard as he pulled you to his mouth.

• This man is CONCENTRATING! Daddy Kakuzu has been around he know what to do and gets down to it. His thick fingers pumping inside you hitting that g-spot, the lewd wet noises as he is liking and sucking in your clit. You can barely contain yourself as your toes curl and your moans get louder. You hear him grunt as he pushes his face somehow more into you.

• You cum within 3 minutes. World record baby. Well, akatsuki record I guess

• This is Tobi everyone, say hi tobi! Tobi is tobi as tobi is no one but Tobi! That's right! He wants to play a game too! Everyone else is playing with you, why can't he? "MY TURN!!"

• Will not take off the mask. Will not finger you. But god damn the sight if your naked pussy is going into the spank bank. Maybe it's time to rethink who knows about obit-- Whats that? You're trying to tell him it's not a game? Oh, this is fun.

• Is thoroughly enjoying the misery of you trying to explain you're being tongue fucked by the others. Wants a thorough explanation. Wants you to talk about what you liked and didn't. His cock is weeping and you will be too if you keep blushing asking if it's really okay for someone like him to hear this from you.

#akatsuki x reader #Akatsuki imagines #Akatsuki imagine #Deidara x reader #Pein x reader #Konan x reader #Kakuzu x reader #Hidan x reader #itachi x reader #Kisame x reader #Tobi x reader #Akatsuki naruto #Naruto #Akatsuki

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inactiveanimeblog · 4 years ago

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Okayokayokay what about Stepmommy!Konan she would be so sweet

tw : female oral receiving, mentions of sex toys, stepcest

UGH step mommy konan, I NEED THEM MOMMY MILKERS!

step mommy konan tucks you in bed every night, but before she does that she leaves a trail of wet kisses from your breasts to your inner thighs, marking your thighs with hickey’s. she moves your panties to the side and spreads your folds with her fingers, dragging her tongue back and forth and sucking on your clit.

she’s a good teacher too, helping you with your university homework and then teaching you how to pleasure her.

your father gives her his credit card and she takes you shopping for the day, picking out lingerie and sex toys.

she’s a good step mommy, catering to all your needs. whether it be cooking you a homemade meal or eating you, like you’re a meal.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #akatsuki #akatsuki imagines #akatsuki x reader #konan x reader #konan

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forthereaderinserts · 5 years ago

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How would Konan react to Y/N saving her and getting her to a safe place to care for her wounds and not theirs when she fought Obito and he was about kill the both of them? If theres too many requests feel free to avoid this one. 🤗

I checked asks and I only have dibs on 1 that I’m saving for when I can write it just right

She was fully expecting to die. She knew she couldn’t win, especially against Obito. Konan knew that. She knew it, so why does she feel so warm? She remembered closing her eyes while you fought on. The clanging of swords and knives were the only sound she remembered before she passed out.

When she does open her eyes, you’re right there, running to her side. Konan sat up very slowly, wincing at the pain in her side. “Konan!” That’s your voice! But... how are you two still...? “I’m so sorry. I..I wanted to continue to fight and protect him but I couldn’t let you die.” Ah...that’s right. You always put her above everyone else, even yourself.

“I...I hid Nagato somewhere else but I don’t know if Obito has found him yet.” She smiled softly as you rambled to her about what happened and quoted you down by gently brushing her knuckles against your face. Konan leaned down to you and kissed your forehead before leaning her head against your’s.

“My love. You’ve done enough for us. Rest.”

#naruto imagines #naruto x reader #konan x reader #me actually writing for once #mod raven

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immoralimmortals · 11 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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cosmic-glow · 1 year ago

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

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

"Are you hungry, love?"- Akatsuki

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

Itachi Uchiha

He always offers you help in the kitchen.

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

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

Likes hot foods and pasta. Loves handmade sweets.

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

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

Kisame Hoshigaki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasori

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kakuzu

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hidan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zetsu

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobi/Obito Uchiha

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

Both Tobi and Obito don't like spicy food.

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

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

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

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

Pein

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

Likes hot and spicy foods. Hate sweets.

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

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

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

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

Konan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry for any typos;

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aritsukemo · 7 months ago

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What it's like with an Mitsuri Kanroji!partner | Akatsuki Members

Characters: Itachi Uchiha, Sasori, Hidan, and Konan

Warnings: Hidan. That said, vulgarity and threats ahead. Reader is heavily implied to be female/fem-bodied!

A/N: Been rewatching Naruto lately ( with my bsf who's watching Naruto for the first time ) and soon plan to rewatch Naruto Shippuden. ( Never finished it.. ) That said, I got the inspo to make this after Itachi and Kisame got introduced! This wasn't meant to exactly be romantic, but you can see these as whatever makes you comfortable! 🙈

Itachi Uchiha

↪ He found you odd, but in a good way.

↪ Being apart of the Akatsuki, he's met and collabrated with some of the most sick in the head and heartless people across the nations and he himself is far from a saint. That said, he was surprised, and quite suspicious, when he first met you.

↪ You were everything the Akatsuki wasn't; as bright and as cheery the sun with a transparent air of innocence to around you to boot.

↪ Everything about you from your smooth, clean, and supple skin to your wide, glossy smile told him that you had yet to see even the smallest slither of the terrors of this world..so why were you here before him squealing and blushing like a little kid?

↪ At first, he thought you were a spy like Orochimaru and were trying to steal information on the Akatsuki or get to him and his eyes, but it didn't take long for his suspicions to be dispelled.

↪ Your first mission together was a test. One that was to prove your loyalty and dependablity to the Akatsuki and during your entire walk, you talked. You never stopped and eagerly hopped to different topics and by the time you reached the village that hid away the Four-Tails, he had learned just about your entire life that you had left behind; how many siblings you had, your two bunnys and three cats you had as a child and their names, and your strange reason for becoming a rogue ninja; to find someone suitable to marry you.

↪ Futhermore, he was able to get the front row show of your abilities. Your Kekkei Genkai was nothing too eye-widening as it simply allowed you to manipulate metal, yet the way you went about using it was nothing he expected. Never did he think someone would use a Kekkei Genkai such as yours to manipulate a whip-like sword nor did he anticipate the utter destruction a weapon like that would cause.

↪ With all that said, your inexperience shone through here and there. You made simple, avoidable mistakes but your sheer power, flexibility—your flexibility especially—and your agility helped you escape majority of what would've been life-threatening injuries.

↪ Then again, you did tell him that you left your village on a whim and basically everything other than your Kekkei Genkai was self-crafted and taught..

↪ Anyways, after your mission was over and done with, you took him out to celebrate! ..And what I mean by that is that you took him to a run-down ramen shop in the middle of nowhere.

↪ It was then that he learned something new about you; that you held the appetite larger than the tailed beast you just killed. You were embarrassed about it, but seeing as Itachi didn't mind, you let yourself run wild and bought two or three ( or was it four? ) of every kind of dish the little shack had to offer! ( It was a rather humorous sight when your meals were set down and your food towered over your head and completely covered your face and body while as Itachi was able to hold his meal—a singlaur dango stick—in his hand )

↪ After that day, his suspicions were pretty much nonexistent. He also deduced that you wore every emotion of yours on your cloud patterned sleeves for the world to see and poured your golden soul onto everyone you met whether it be friend or foe. You were naively open about everything and overall just easy to read, not that he necessarily saw that as a bad thing.

↪ He eventually told you about his past. How he slaughtered his own people and even admitted the true reason behind it. That said, you were sullen for a while after that, having realized that your reason for becoming a dangerous criminal was rather silly and kind of disrespectful in certain ways. Itachi told you that your reason for walking down this path was just as serious/valid as his even if it's not filled with guts, blood, and pain. In a way, he felt like that made you even more fit for this path. ( Because who in their right mind decides to go rogue just to find someone that would be so insanely out of their mind and strong that they'd see you—who has the raw strength to potientally manhandle the nine tails itself and features flashier/brighter than it—as a normal woman?? )

↪ He quickly got used to your fangirling and rants about the others. Although some of them, including himself, he found odd to have you raving about like a lovesick, diehard fan, he took it as one of the many odd things that makes you the person you are. It does make him worry whenever you do it on the battlefield though. ( Times like those tend to end with him swooping you out of danger like some prince charming while gently scolding you which makes you even more flustered and squealy. )

↪ Most of the others view your partnership like a parent looking after their little kid because of how much more mature Itachi is compared to you and how much he ultimately looks after you despite the two of you being around the same age.

↪ Whenever you would throw off your cloak, revealing your embarrassingly revealing outfit underneath, he's quick to grab it—ready to drape it back over you whenever the fight is done and over with.

↪ Doesn't mind your touchiness! After a battle, no matter how simple or difficult, you had a tendency of running over and crashing into him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight hug and he lets you without complaint. Sadly he never reciprocates it, simply patting your head or not touching you at all, deciding to ask you about your wellbeing instead.

↪ Overall, he respects you as a comrade and as a person in general. He commends your resilience and your determination, because never once has he ever met someone who treads a path such as this one do it with a genuine, beaming, sinless smile. Never once has he met someone in this profession shed tears for the ones they strike down and apologize to the cities they ruthlessly trample and mean it with their entire being. Never once has he met someone who's guilt for their actions were just as strong as their conviction..but he can understand it. He can sympathize with you. And he will, though, he wishes that you'll achieve your goal and leave this life behind before it breaks you down, taints your soul, and ultimately kills everything he admires about you.

Sasori ( of the Red Sand )

↪ He thought of you as a complete idiot.

↪ He honestly thought Pain was trying to play some elaborate prank on him at first, that's how much he couldn't believe it.

↪ You were..nothing the Akatsuki stood for and after the first conversation with you, ( that lasted ages by the way ) he went straight to Pain and questioned his decisions only for Pain to simply smirk and say with utmost confidence, "Just wait, you'll see her true worth in due time, Sasori. You simply have to be patient."

↪ And like the loyal dog he was, he did. Despite his impatience, he waited until your first mission was given and you two were sent to retrieve the One-Tail Beast.

↪ During your walk, you never stopped talking. You attempted to get to know your new partner, but as he was rather tight-lipped, the conversation became all about you. Your upbringing, your small, unknown clan, and even more unimportant things that he didn't care for like your siblings and their names, your pets, and your favorite sweets. That in itself was irritating, but what really got to him was how much of a klutz you were. You were rather animated and as you two passed various places to get to Sunagakure, you would often trip or slip, slowing your travels..

↪ There were various moments were he wanted to just impale you on Hiruko's tail and be done with you, but as Pain and his own curiosity insisted, he refrained and patiently awaited the time to witness your true power. And, when he was finally able to witness you completely in the zone, he was completely blown!

↪ He watched from afar, but he was able to see everything from the very moment you whipped out your peculiar sword to the moment you had the Kazekage in your grasp and were escaping.

↪ He was dumbfounded. Your power completely defied any kind of logic he once knew. Your Kekkei Genkai was nothing to gawk at, but the idea of using it to make and manipulate a flacid sword that can cut through and completely destroy even something like sand was as astonishing as it was illogical. He couldn't wrap his head around how it worked nor how you manage to wield such a high-maintenance weapon with such ease.

↪ He was also taken aback by your unique body composition. There was a moment where you miscalculated and were hit with a head on attacks from shinobi—many of which could exploded and should've completely obliterated you—but you came out of the attack completely fine and intact save for some burn marks.

↪ It was then that he was finally able to see what Pain saw in you. It was also the moment he saw you in a different light. He saw you as an actual comrade and not just some hinderance like Tobi.

↪ As you walked back together, Kankuro attacked you after having tailed you for some time. You were ready for the battle, as moved as you were by Kankuro's actions to save his little brother, but Sasori had other plans. Whether watching you fight had fired him up or there was some other reason, he told you to stand down but stay put as it was his turn to 'show off his art to you'.

↪ He went on to destroy Kankuro's puppets and immobilize him, feeling a sense of pride in the way you squealed and eagerly complimented him and his puppet.

↪ On the venture back to the hideout, he was much more open to conversation. After listening to your odd speech about how bad you felt about what you were doing, he asked about your view on what you believe is true art.

↪ "True art? Hm...well I suppose it'd be love!" And you went on to explain that whether platonic or romantic, you believed the art of love was the truest form of art there was as it was completely honest, showed a person's true character, and made people see others in a breathtaking light. That led to your confession behind your reason of joining the Akatsuki; to find someone who shared your views, someone who'd believed in love and all of its aspects and would accept someone as abnormal as you and take you as their bride.

↪ It was honestly laughable how stupid you sounded to him. Nevertheless, your acceptance of others views—no matter how illogical or flat out wrong they were—was something you two shared in common, and to that, he decided not to express his thoughts aloud for once.

↪ You didn't know Sasori for long as he died to the hands of that pink-haired kunoichi and his grandmother some time after you parted to fight the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and his sensei, Kakashi Hatake, but even in that short of a time, you had left quite the impression on Sasori.

↪ You were immature, innocent, bubbly, and capable of sympathizing with the ones you brought misfortunate to. You were a complete enigma to him in many ways despite how willing you were to tell him everything he wished to know about you and, in a way, he liked that. It added to your charm, as dumb as that sounded coming from him.

↪ Huh, you truly were a work of art in your own right. It's a shame that he had to bite the bullet before you. He's sure that if it were the other way around and he was able to preserve your beauty in wood and silk and turn you into one of his puppets, you would've became his favorite work of art yet.

Hidan

↪ He found you hot as hell.

↪ He didn't care about anything regarding you, the only thing he could think in that moment was how you would look butt ass naked and bouncing on his—

↪ Anyways, he could care less for you pass that, but he was overjoyed that you two were partnered together because that meant he'd have the best view of your tits at all times. How Jashin has blessed him!

↪ Speaking of tits, that's the nickname he chose to refer to you as. It was fitting in his opinion since you always kept your cloak open and the outfit you had on under..well, let's just say that it left little to the imagination. ( Which he loves more than anything because, again, the view it gives him is fantastic! )

↪ On your first mission together, it was realized very quickly that you two were polar opposites and pretty much a complete mismatch for each other in both personality and fighting wise. For reference, Hidan was like a ruthless machine gun that only cared about the rush of the sight of his opponents blood filling his vision and you were like sunflower who brightened everyone day and shed it's petals for all but people like Hidan.

↪ Safe to say that you weren't a big fan of him. Nevertheless, Pain had paired you two together and you couldn't bring yourself to bother him over something like this. ( Especially not after how you embarrassed yourself the first couple times you talked to him! >.< )

↪ Despite your many differences, you did share your story with him as well as your reasons for joining the Akatsuki. And at the face of your heartfelt story, Hidan laughed in your face and insulted you, calling you every name in the book.

↪ He also didn't believe half of what you said. I mean..you? So strong that even the kage of your village couldn't take you? Oh, please! He's sure he can beat your ass in five seconds flat! ( And he stands by that even after watching you manhandle a tailed beast )

↪ He found your worrying annoying. Whenever he would perform rituals, you would whine about him stabbing himself, worried about both him and the soil beneath him that was being mercilessly soiled by his blood. In times like those, he'll yell at you to be quiet 'lest you want to face the wrath of Jashin and yada yada.

↪ Over time, Hidan became more manageable as a partner ( or maybe you simply got so used to him that meany became an incorrect word to describe him as when brought up in conversations ) and from the jump, he wasn't all bad. For example, he didn't care for your big appetite or bright appearance! ( Though, of course, his reasons behind not caring was as vulgar as ever )

↪ He also had moments that showed that he wasn't completely heartless. There was once a time where your opponents caught you off guard and you took a big attack head on. One would think Hidan would laugh at the sight or insult you for getting taken by surprise, but instead, panic coursed through his veins and he frantically called your name and even went as far as yanking you out of danger when the smoke cleared and he realized that the attack knocked you out.

↪ He has also attempted to recruit you to Jashin on occasion. When he first saw you in action, for example. You declined every time, telling him that you had no interest in becoming apart of a religion that would allow someone as cruel and as heartless as him to join. ( He berated you for that one by the way, even went as far as to attempt to slice your head off )

↪ Speaking of which, just because he finds you attractive does not save you from his short temper! He has attacked you on various occasions and once or twice during a battle and no amount of time together will make him like you nearly enough not to attempt to kill you when you even slightly tick him off.

↪ Overall, Hidan was a tough partner to deal with. Nevertheless, you found yourself shedding tears during your escape after finding out he, despite his immortality, died. You didn't hope that his soul would be carried onto the heavens. You didn't say, "Good riddance," and say rot in hell. You didn't even pray that he'd get reborn into this world as a better person. You simply cried. After all, as horrible of a person he was, you'd be lying if you were to say that your dear partner didn't leave little marks of fondness on your heart after a while.. ( And he was just starting to warm up to you too.. :( )

Konan

↪ She found you cute, but peculiar.

↪ You were the first person she ever recruited. When Tobi described you to her, she had some thoughts in mind in terms of the type of person you'd be. You were the princess of a clan unknown to the majority of the world. With that in mind, she thought you'd be rather down to earth, possibly a bit arrogant.

↪ It turns out she was way off. Firstly, you were much more..ebullient, than she expected. Not only that, but your appearance was much bolder than she anticipated..

↪ She wasn't expecting your eager acceptance either. While you did exchange blows initially, you immediately ceased your attacking once you heard more about the Akatsuki—specifically the part about having strong comrades.

↪ On the way back, she quickly realized how talkative you were. In the span of the day it took to get back to the hideout, she had learned virtually everything about you. Not only that, but you were unashamed in complimenting her appearance and jutsu. ( She did find it odd, though, that you grew all flustered when she politely returned the favor. )

↪ She didn't become your partner per say, but you did travel with her many times. Your unique fighting style and overall power and disposition earned you special tasks from Pain, and since the Akatsuki wasn't one to travel by themselves ( and with you two being the only females ), he sent Konan with you on those special missions.

↪ She wasn't one to become comfortable around those she wasn't especially close with, but you made it really hard not to. You were such a warm person that she naturally gravitated towards you which ultimately resulted in the two of you spending a lot time together.

↪ It was sometime during your first or second mission together that you confessed your reason behind joining. You had been feeling guilty after learning the overall goal of the Akatsuki and felt the need to apologize to Konan for joining with the sole intent on using the Akatsuki to lure in capable shinobi and rogues alike who would be crazy enough to take a woman like yourself as a bride.

↪ To your surprise, she didn't scold you nor did she laugh. She simply told you that she didn't mind your reason for joining as long as you would remain loyal to Pain and his ambitions.

↪ She found you rather silly for someone your age. Every once in a while, your mind would fill with these puerile thoughts and you'd go to the extremes acting on them.

↪ For example, there was a time where you grew weak for a while due to your attempts at hiding your appetite. You really liked Konan and thought she was cool ( Same with a lot of the others in the Akatsuki! ) and you feared that you'd put her off or that she'd consider you a risk factor or something and kick you out of the organization.

↪ Konan found out that your sudden lack of strength was due to starvation and when she confronted you about it, you tearfully confessed your fears to which she sighed. ( Because did you honestly think her or Pain would discard you over something like that? ) Not only did she not kick you, but she also took you out to eat, pushing you to order whatever and however much you'd like.

↪ Safe to say that she severely underestimated just how much you could eat. ( You had a mountain of giant bowls and plates that took up the whole entire table the two of you sat at )

↪ There was another time where you two were walking to your next mission and you were noticeably glum and silent the entire way there. She noticed that you refrained from your usual cheery rambling and during the entirety of your mission, you held this weird, scrunched expression.

↪ When questioned why after everything was over and done with, you told her the most surprising reason ever; that you were trying to seem mature and overall more like her.

↪ That was the first time you ever heard her laugh.

↪ She couldn't help it. The whole situation was incredulous to her. I mean, you want to be like her? She can maybe see your reason, but at the same time..why in the world would you do that?

↪ That said, she told you that she prefers you acting like your normal bilthesome self and was more fond of the sight of your face covered in a wide smile. She's flattered that you look up to her so much, but going so far wasn't necessary as it wasn't considered a bother or hindrance to her, Pain, or anyone else.

↪ She honestly did love how passionate you were about everything you did/believed in. Your emotional sensitivity to the people and things around you was something she admired and respected as she had overall grown to have a heart of stone over the years.

↪ She also found your unique fighting style beautiful and fitting for you. To her, it completely encapsulates your style and being, and she has mentally commended you on being able to take such a simple Kekkei Genkai such as Metal Manipulation and mold it into something like this; a weapon that no other could wield even if they had a similar power which is not an easy feat!

↪ When you're not on a mission, you two have spent time once or twice at a hot springs. Konan herself isn't one for such leisure activities, but she couldn't resist you whenever you asked. ( Plus, you managed to find one secluded that had zero knowledge on the Akatsuki and ultimately let you two in without batting an eye to your appearance ) She'll admit that it grew to be a seldom, but enjoyable pass time to partake in with you.

↪ Speaking of which, during one of those rare pass times, she saw the tattoo on your collarbone for the first time. She found it beautiful and when asked, you were more than happy to tell her all she wanted to know. ( Apparently the tattoo grants you unimaginable power and even amongst the people of your clan, it is rare to obtain. It comes with it's costs, but whether it was because of your sheer determination or some other reason, you were able to live long past the twenty-five age limit unlike the others who were granted it. )

↪ Slowly, she watched as her sunflower companion started to shrivel up. With each Akatsuki member that was killed off, you bawled your pretty little eyes out. The more it happened, the more it seem a piece of your heart cracked away. Thankfully, your rapturous personality didn't cease to exist, but Konan could see how each death that occured got to you little by little. She did her best to comfort you each time, but she could only grant you little relief.

↪ You did do something surprising, however, promising to her that you'd be her and Pain's knight and shining armor and keep them protected and alive. It was a tall order, but she humored you for the chance to see you revert back to normal.

↪ Alas, it seems that tall order was even taller in reality. Pain—or, I guess it would be better to call him by his actual name, Nagato—died, albeit of his own volition.

↪ Konan told you not to blame yourself, but you found yourself doing it anyway. Lately it seemed that all you've managed to do is get in the way and get others hurt trying to save you..and Konan could tell from a mile a day that you were thinking that.

↪ And so, after calling a truce with Naruto, she invited you to come with her back to Amegakure and work as her second in command which you ended up accepting, wanting to at least do the bare minimum of protecting her.

↪ During that small time of peace, it was nice. Amegakure saw you as the Angel's spear and praised your beauty and strength. Even then, your guilt didn't settle, if anything it ate away at you for relaxing/doing menial task while the others who passed fought long, hard battles and died fighting for what they stood for.

↪ In the end, you were finally given relief as you were soon killed by Tobi. You fought as best you could and lost half of your limbs doing your best to protect Konan and the secret of where Nagato's corpse's laid. You didn't want to go so soon, especially so quickly after the battle had begun, but your senses were dulling at a rapid rate and your blood was pooling out of you from various angles.

↪ Not everything was bad though. You died in the arms of the one who's comforted you the most throughout the years; Konan. And, even at that point, despite your uselessness, she smiled and thanked you for everything you had done and told you to rest.

↪ You didn't feel as though you deserved such kindness from her, but you didn't have the strength to fight her at that point and ended up passing away with tears rolling down your bloody, wet face..

↪ Konan loved everything about you. To her, you were the true angel, shielding everyone with your golden wings even when they began to wear down and tear. You were the light that illuminated the darkness that was the Akatsuki—her world—and she's forever grateful to fate that led you two together.

↪ You were pure—purer than the life you led. She hopes that in the next you'll have better, even if that meant she wouldn't be reborn alongside you to see it.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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pxstelmxsings · 8 days ago

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Women who have hardened their hearts to survive. Whether it was done in childhood to live through endless hardships or in adulthood for work, it does not matter. The nurturing love society expects of her died long ago.

Women who strike fear into the very bones of men around them. They hunt down and eliminate their enemies like it is your primary nature. She out smarts any man in her way like they are a simple childs toy. The very art of fighting, of war, is simple to them.

Women who never gave love a passing thought. Love would surely only get in the way of their goals or their work. The very idea of having someone depend on them feels like a drain on their limited emotional grasp.

Women who don't understand why you make their heart race so quickly. Their gaze follows you aroubd the room, studying every movement you make. The sound of your voice makes their cheeks burn. A simple graze of your fingertips makes them feel faint.

Women who have no idea how to process your femininity. You handle tasks like planning gatherings, meals, and child caring like second nature. The way you handle task after task with such elegance and grace it makes them question if there is more than one kind of strength.

Women who truly don't know how to process falling in love with you.

♡ Arlecchino, Ada, Mary/Lady, konan, Michonne, Acxa, Carmilla, Edelgard, Tao, Olivier

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hinakazino · 2 years ago

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Tobi’s Sister? || Akatsuki w/ child!reader

Summary: You’re tobi’s sister, that’s it. You may also be the one the Akatsuki love most.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Inspired by this piece: uchihas w/ sister!reader.

You were the last Uchiha ever born, as in you were born a little over a year before the Uchiha Clan Massacre. Obito had known about your presence as it was no secret when a new member was arriving.

Although it was traditional to keep quiet about it until around the 2nd semester out of worry for stressing out the mother. He still found out anyway, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Your arrival was a heartwarming moment. Your mother was very happy for you filled up her heart. Her heart which was dull, was now filled with hope, from the previous loss of her son, him.

It was unfortunate then, that not long after having you that she had gone. That the whole clan had gone, except for you and Sasuke. Obito had debated on your worth but ultimately he chose to keep you and Madara didn't seem to be against it.

Madara himself hearing that he had a little sister had simply said that "we should at least leave out some hope for our clan". So, on the night of the Uchiha massacre you were taken to a secret location, death faked.

From that point on, Obito had raised you on his own and he soon found that you were his love. You were so sweet and adorable, he didn't want anything happening to you. When you came he swore no feelings towards you, yet now you are his weakness.

It wasn't like Obito hid his face from you either, but he knew that he had to keep his plan foolproof so he never told you his real name, sticking to Tobi/big brother. He'd save that revelation for when you were much older.

By the age of 3, you were a healthy toddler who was energetic and intelligent. You picked up things quicker than others, such as walking and talking. Although you weren't a professional you could communicate what you wanted. It was at this age that Obito introduced you to the Akatsuki. Most of the members were surprised by this. Not really by the point that Tobi had this child with him who he had a brotherly relationship with, but more so the point that Pain actually allowed you into the organization.

By the age of 4 you had gotten used to your environment, you were an energetic child. Tobi was personally worried about how the Akatsuki would treat you but nothing bad came out of it. You were given all you needed and treated with the utmost respect.

It was honestly laughable, how the akatsuki. The most powerful criminal organization, dawned in their signature black, red cloud cloaks had this small child. In her small puffy dress running around.

The truth was that not all of the akatsuki knew you personally, they knew you exist but not all have met you. It was decided that you'd be with the main group.

Pain was at a loss of words, truly, when you were introduced into the equation. He knew right away that you were definitely an uchiha and that you had quite a strong bond with Tobi (for him, "Madara").

But it seemed that out of all things Tobi sincerely meant everything he said about you. He had even cited how Pain and Konan wanted to create a place where children could be happy, "a place I hope she'll be," he said while cradling your sleeping form.

So, Pain ultimately did let you in but not without stating his own terms. Handling a child was not at all easy and if you were to stay with them. You should at least be trained to an extent where you were useful.

After all, the organization doesn’t want any people who’d slow them down. At least, that was the original reason, deep down Pain did feel the need to protect you.

Ultimately a plan was devised, they’d take care of you, teach you, and train you. The more difficult things could be dealt with later on. So, a teaching plan was developed for you when you became apart of the Akatsuki.

Kakuzu had known of your arrival long before any of the other members. As previously Pain had consulted him on this as part of the budget would be put towards taking care of you. This, greatly annoyed Kakuzu.

Kakuzu didn't understand why Pain even cared about you to this extent. He saw this as wasted money, baby formula and diapers weren't cheap. But thankfully, he didn't have to worry about that because by the time you were established as a member you didn't need that anymore.

He eventually didn't mind you at all as you weren't that big of an annoyance. You weren't that interested in him at first. Eventually though due to Pains plan Kakuzu would have to teach you mathematics.

A class, which, to your dismay and Kakuzu's you disliked. Nonetheless he was at least grateful you absorbed knowledge and was quite shocked whenever you'd join into his money-speaking conversations with Hidan.

Hidan was one of the most shocked members, "oh I wonder how strong she is!" he had said. Then when your small form peaked out from behind Tobi, Konan had to reminded him that you were just a child.

Hidan got along with you easily though, and it was no secret the rest of the members enjoyed the "tea parties" you'd host with him and Deidara. Hidan greatly enjoyed your innocence to the world.

Especially your reaction to new things. He remembers laughing so hard when he had you try french fries for the first time, or when you'd seen a shooting star for the first time. He made sure of course, to tell you to make a wish. He really enjoyed your company.

Despite this, Hidan wasn't given an educational role but more so a babysitter rule. It wasn't ideal but he was like a guard for you, since he enjoyed your company he was tasked with keeping an eye on you most of the time.

Deidara reacted exactly like Hidan had, he didn't expect you to be a kid though honestly! When he first saw you he honestly thought you were quite cute. You were so chubby and soft, he loved whenever he'd come back from a long mission. You'd run and hug him!

It was even better when Hidan and him would compete for who you'd hug first. However most of the time you wouldn't choose or just run to Konan instead.

Deidara, unlike Hidan, although being assigned to watch over you partly also was your art teacher. Deidara was not allowed to use explosions at all with you, this was strictly forbidden by Pain and more so by Tobi. Not like he would though after seeing how easily you could get injured. You had merely fell but it'd left you with two bleeding knees that healed fast thankfully since you were still young, but had scared you for awhile. It hurt Deidara to witness that, who would enjoy that anyway?

He mainly just has you make sculptures with him, and it isn't like he hates doing other things besides sculptures. So besides his tendency to destroy things in "the name of art" he really doesn't do that with you also because you had cried once. That was when he realized you were more of a collection person.

Sasori hadn’t given any reaction at all when you’d arrived. He saw it like this, as long as you didn’t disturb him he wouldn’t you. However, it seems like Pain had other plans.

As you technically had to be taught besides being taken care of. It turns out that Sasori had been chosen to be your science teacher. He wasn’t particularly fond of this idea as a child such as you seemed quite dumb, no?

Well he was wrong about you being dumb because you were quite intelligent for your age, but not obedient. Sasori was a man who’d get the job done though so he found a way around your constant moving. It didn't take a genius to figure out kids were active.

He was actually starting to enjoy teaching you then, as you were always excited when he said he had something new for you. You absorbed knowledge from him and always praised him. This stroked his ego a lot.

He was especially impressed at your reaction to his puppets. You’d let out the loudest squeal he’d ever heard and hadn’t even realized it was a puppet. You reminded him of when he was young, and it made him get closer to you.

Itachi had just accepted your presence, although your age shocked him a bit. He was technically considered young himself when he had joined the Akatsuki, and besides he'd seen much worse.

At first, he didn't know how to interact with you but introductions were said and done with Pain's assignment for him. Itachi was to be your actual babysitter, he got you ready for meals, helped dress you, and more.

Pain knew out of everyone here Itachi was kind with kids and knew how to be responsible. Which is why Itachi is your Nanny, always reminding you of naps, rest, and shower time.

It was a bit debated whether it would be Konan or Itachi but Konan was normally rather busy and Itachi had swore to Tobi no harm would come to you. He wasn't one to break promises either. Itachi tried to not become attached to you emotionally but clearly failed. He didn't want to lose another person, or worst comes to worst, be the one to take out that said person. He wasn't an idiot, he knew you were an Uchiha from the moment he laid eyes on you. It was the most shocking of all in your first meeting. He couldn't help feeling grateful in the end however, to know that at least one person was spared from the massacre. This was soon combined with a feeling of guilt though as he knew you were entangled in much more now, he vowed he'd protect you if he could, just like Sasuke.

Eventually, you had come to love Itachi just like a brother, he gave you a sense of familiarity and was super gentle. The same could be said for Itachi, who now saw Sasuke in you.

Kisame was quite amused when you'd joined the Akatsuki. Wouldn't it be rather fun for people to hear of this? Well, either way he thought you'd be scared of him on your first meeting.

Turns out you weren't in the least, you were really curious about him too. When you'd first met your hands had touched his face all over, but what made you love him the most was how high he could lift you.

This was when Kisame first learned just how much kids loved to be tossed around (gently) and he always made sure to lower his strength around you. He actually was quite entertained with you, not as bored as he’d thought.

He was assigned to be your swim teacher, expected really. He began teaching you right away and quickly caught onto your fear of the deep water. Not to fear though because Tobi was there watching your first couple lessons and Kisame controlled the waters to prevent any harm.

He did his best to make the waters seem calm and fun. Whenever he could he’d take you to the beach or a lake. Sometimes Itachi would even tag along with you two as he watched Kisame swim out with you.

Kisame felt proud knowing you were learning quickly. He had bragged about it once to Hidan and Deidara too. They had called him soft towards you but it wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Konan lastly, was your Language/Biology teacher, she came around more often after you came into the equation. You were so adorable in her eyes and she loved whenever you’d run into her arms.

Konan loved your squishy chubby cheeks, most of all your cute voice when you called her name. She was assigned as your biology teacher for obvious reasons. Although this is a more later role she would help you through puberty and such.

She was also your language teacher, helping you learn the characters and to read. Enjoying the fun moment she’d have with you on her lap reading along. You were a kind presence in her world, a reminder of what she hopes to work towards.

Konan is happy to take care of you and you view her much like an older sister. She teaches you so much, and is a very encouraging person. Helping you gain new experiences and also protecting you as much as she can.

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ijustwanttoreadfanfictionplease · 4 months ago

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Hey Baby!

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

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

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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Yandere Akatsuki Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ — 🍥 lady l: something I thought about for a while and decided to do it now. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of death, yandere themes, stalking and jealousy.

❝🍥pairing: platonic yandere!akatsuki x gender neutral!reader.

Becoming part of Akatsuki was an important decision and one you knew shouldn't be made lightly. They were wanted and dangerous criminals. Once you decided to join, there would be no going back.

You were not innocent, you had already killed and committed some minor crimes and you were a well-trained ninja. That's why you decided to join Akatsuki. You just didn't know that your life would turn out completely different than you initially thought it would.

Pain was a little wary of allowing you to join Akatsuki, as not only did you not have a little-known reputation but there was something about you that unnerved him. That attracts him. But he decided to agree, after talking to Konan.

That's how you joined the world's most wanted ninja, Akatsuki and became their obsession.

Pain is the leader of Akatsuki and has a god complex. He is serious and distant, rarely approaching other members except to give him missions or orders. However, when he is Nagato he is totally different. Kind and shy. You and Konan are the only people who really know him as Nagato.

Regardless of your identity, he is very protective of you. He sees you as something good, as one of the few remnants of goodness, even if you are a criminal, you are still better than everyone. Besides being quite possessive of you. He wants to become a God and he will, but he sees no point in becoming one if you are not by his side.

Konan possessed a calmness, an admirable and frightening control. She has enviable self-control and this is visible in the way she deals with you. She is very calm around you, offering a kind smile and seeking any form of affection she can get from you.

She is desperate for affection, but she will never admit it. Konan is very intelligent and knows how to manipulate you. Stoic and cold-blooded, she will kill anyone who gets in her way, in your life other than herself and the other members. She takes whatever time she can have by your side.

Tobi has lost a lot during his life and these losses have shaped him into who he is today. He never expected to get attached to someone again, to love someone else after being deprived of someone he loved. This made him paranoid and very overprotective of you. Obito already lost someone he loved once, he won't lose you too.

He is introverted, however, and tries to avoid social interactions with the other Akatsuki members as much as possible, but with you, he is more sociable. Tobi is very possessive and always has one eye on you, especially when you are around the other members.

Itachi is calm and reserved, his feelings for you, the obsession he harbors, are very well hidden behind his mask. Not even the other members know Itachi very well, as he is enigmatic and mysterious. He deals with you the same way he does with everyone else, calmly and without showing much of how he feels. This makes you more distant.

However, he is not a really bad person. He did bad things, things he will regret. He sees a second chance in you, he trusts his intuition and you a lot. Itachi has a strong sense of empathy towards you and he is the one who notices the most if you are uncomfortable or upset about something, usually offering you comfort. He is possessive, however, because he has already lost a lot and wants your attention to him.

Kisame is a tailless tailed beast, a shark in humanoid form and he has strong predator instincts. He is very aggressive and can often be dominated by his bloodlust and desire for death, but he knows how to control himself when he wants to or when ordered to do so. You are one of the few people who can convince him to have mercy.

He's very perceptive, though. Kisame is always on alert and is aware of any danger and his first reaction is to take you away from danger. He is very protective and is also great at analyzing people and will know when you are bad.

Kakuzu only cares about money and himself, an avaricious and greedy man. He used to be like that until you joined Akatsuki and he started to care about you, but like a possession. Something that belonged to him, something to be controlled.

He often says that you can only trust him and money, the only two things you can rely on. Kakuzu is very attached to you and cares in his own way. He has a violent temper and becomes obsessed easily and you are his biggest obsession. He gets jealous very easily and reacts harshly to it.

Zetsu is a duality and only a manipulation, a difficult one to read and understand. White Zetsu is the easiest to deal with, he is playful and carefree, and he loves to tease others. He is very calm and loves to have fun with you, but he is very protective of you and although he doesn't usually use violence, he will.

Black Zetsu is the real problem. He is very intelligent and is the real brain behind many plans, serious and experienced. He is a great manipulator, appearing trustworthy and loyal, but his true loyalty is unknown to you. He is very possessive and a born stalker and will kill anyone who gets too close to you. He gets into several conflicts with White Zetsu because of this.

Deidara is extremely proud and fully believes that the greatest art form is destruction. He does not accept defeat and will always seek revenge. He is very reckless and even impulsive, often acting without thinking and that includes you. But he is not stupid, but rather calculating.

He is easily jealous and no one can insult you around him, as he will go crazy and be willing to sacrifice even himself to destroy the offender. Deidara protects you fiercely and his possessiveness leads him to states of madness that only you or Sasori can control. His favorite activity is the art of explosion with you.

Sasori is devoid of any human emotion, has no feelings of affection and is even considered inhuman. He doesn't feel anything, he never cared about anyone or anything, until he met you. Cold and distant, Sasori just watches from afar, preferring to keep his attention on his puppets.

You made him feel something for the first time in years, someone he could finally have the love he always wanted as a child. Sasori, although distant, still stays close to you when it suits him. He became possessive, even threatening the other Akatsuki members over you. He doesn't care about anything or anyone except you. And he won't let you be taken from him. Even if he has to turn you into a puppet. You will stay together.

Hidan has no respect for anything or anyone, insulting everything and everyone that suits him. Not even his own leader is safe from his insults, considering he doesn't respect him at all. Although a religious ninja, Hidan acts in a manner completely contrary to a religious person. He kills everything and everyone without any remorse.

He is quite easygoing towards you, his insults are never directed at you and he will eviscerate anyone who dares to insult you. Hidan is a sadist, finding pleasure in causing pain and killing his victims in the most painful way possible. He definitely wants to teach you how to be like him.

Akatsuki became more united when you joined and although there will always be conflicts between them, you became the missing piece. Pain would never let you leave, not when you were true peace. You're stuck with them forever.

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iluvangel · 9 months ago

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🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙[Cleaning with the Akatsuki] ! ˊˎ PT 2

{Akatsuki x reader}

FT - HIDAN, KONAN, OBITO

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𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑵🩸:

⭑ wouldn’t like to clean for shit (he would secretly love sweeping) “im an immortal god why would I want to clean?” If you ask enough of course he’d help you but it would be you doing majority of the work

⭑ out of everything he doesn’t like about cleaning, he would hate doing the dishes. No matter how much you ask he would refuse

⭑ it wouldn’t be a bad habit per say he would just always try to convince you that the cleaning can be done a different day and time would be better spent doing something else together

⭑ if this man were real he would LOVE slipknot. Music would be the only thing that keeps him “cleaning” his loud singing would last up till the last minute of each song. He would allow you to play your music if you ask but he would be the type to take your phone and skip through all the songs till he finds one that peaks his interest

⭑ after he finishes with his half ass part of the cleaning whether your done or not he would rip you out of the room the two of you are in and practically throw you onto the bed “im ready for a nap that wore me out” (he was “cleaning” for like 10 minutes)

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𝑲𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑵 🗒️ :

⭑ she wouldn’t mind cleaning but she would never initiate it. Her favorite thing to would be the yard, whether is summer, or the middle of winter. She would enjoy raking leafs, pulling weeds, or even shoveling snow. But yard work in the summer would be her favorite

⭑ she would hate taking out the trash, the smell of it and the warmth and smell of the garbage outside would gross her out

⭑ her bad habit would be watching all of the insects move around, she would watch every butterfly land and leave, along with the ladybugs. She would watch all of the ants and spiders come up from under the dirt

⭑ she would enjoy music in the background, she wouldn’t need it but it’s nice to have it. She would enjoy listening to you hum and sing the lyrics so she would try her best to join along even when she doesn’t know the song

⭑ “let’s go for a walk” even if you both are sweaty to the point your shining like a diamond, she would always insist on going on a walk after. It wouldn’t have to be a long one, just a simple back and forth. When you both return “I’ll run some cold water for a bath, then we should make food and read”

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𝑶𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑶 🎭 :

⭑ would love doing Laundry, the warmth of them when there fresh from the dryer would be one of his favorite feelings

⭑ he wouldn’t like any other part of cleaning tho. He wouldn’t like the feeling of anything touching his hands (like when ur washing dishes and there’s something oily he would hate it)

⭑ his bad habit would be dozing while folding the fresh clothes

⭑ I don’t think he would mind listening to music while doing laundry but I think he would prefer to watch movies/shows they would keep him more entertained and it would most likely help him stay sitting instead of getting up and wandering off to do other random things

⭑ he would always insist you both go cuddle in bed together after everything is put away. Since the warmth of the clothes is no longer there he wants something else, thus you, him, a blanket, and whatever movie you two want to watch

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Click here for 🎀part 1🎀

#akatsuki x reader #akatsuki #hidan naruto #hidan x reader #konan naruto #konan x reader #obito uchiha #tobi naruto #tobi x reader #obito x reader

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cosmic-glow · 1 year ago

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A Beach Day with Akatsuki

Summary: how would each of the Akatsuki members be in the cliche anime beach episode.

Warnings: mentions of deaths and alcoholic beverages. SFW.

Characters: Pein; Konan; Tobi; Zetsu; Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Hidan and Kakuzu (from Naruto).

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Kisame

Kisame liked the idea from the beginning.

As soon as he gets to the beach he goes straight to the water.

Likes to surf.

And it's really good at it.

He doesn't wear sunscreen.

He spends practically all day in the water.

He just goes out to pull someone out to sea with him.

Or to buy some ice cream.

He randomly comes out of the water sometimes and brings a very nice shell or rock and gives it to someone.

He tries to pull Itachi out to sea with him just to provoke him.

Kisame would come out of the water in the afternoon to watch the sun go down.

While drinking something refreshing, like coconut water or a drink.

That man was so comfortable.

It upsets him to have to leave the beach.

The next day he is locked in his room, sunburnt.

He doesn't want to go out for doesn't have to overhear Itachi saying "I told you" for refusing to apply sunscreen.

Still, he really liked his day at the beach and would do it all over again.

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Kakuzu

He didn't want to come.

Like, beach is just a warm place with salt water and sand, what's fun about that? That's what he thinks.

He is really in a bad mood.

He can't even cool off in the sea because he can't swim due to his stitched up body.

He tries to relax sitting in the shade of the parasol while reading a book.

But any noise bothers him.

And a beach with Deidara, Hidan and Tobi is sure to be noisy.

He eventually decides to walk to the edge of the sea away from the group while checking his bingo book.

Was that or kill those three.

In the end, when he is well away from the group he manages to enjoy the beach a little.

He sits near some palm trees.

The waves gently lap at him feet in a relaxing manner.

And finally the silence that he loves so much.

He would only reappear in the group in the evening, when started to cool down.

He is not sad that he has to leave.

And he would never admit that he enjoyed the quiet moments he spent alone.

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Tobi/Obito

Ever since he learned that him be going to the beach he has been extremely anxious.

He is wearing those bathing suits that cover the whole body, like surfers do.

But he doesn't surf.

Yes, he is wearing the mask even on the beach.

Doesn't stop at any moment.

He would go into the sea to jump the waves and end up falling as soon as they took their eyes off him.

Then he would get up as if nothing had happened.

He has been bothering Deidara since they arrived.

"Wow Deidara-senpai, I didn't know your abdomen was so defined" - would be just one of the comments he make to tease the blond.

Tobi is a good boy, so he put sunscreen on the parts that his suit doesn't cover.

Takes too much ice cream and ends up freezing his brain.

He would not want to leave the beach.

Would only do it when it was getting dark.

Definitely a happy child enjoying his day at the beach.

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Hidan

For Akatsuki to be able to go to a beach it would have to be isolated.

And well, I'm saying this because Hidan was responsible for offering Jashin anyone who showed up bothering.

He's a narcissist and made a point of getting a swimsuit that didn't cover too much and value his ass.

At first, he avoids getting into the water because he doesn't want to get his hair wet.

But when he enters the sea it's scary to see how he spends hours underwater since he can't die by drowning.

Enjoys bothering Kakuzu... as usual.

He purposely wets Deidara's hair.

Hidan wasn't worried about sunscreen.

After all, he's immortal, what difference does it make?

What no one knows is that he ended up going through the fear of losing the pale shade he likes so much.

He has who brought the alcohol.

He keeps drinking and bothering others with silly pranks.

Leave the beach at the end of the sunset already drunk.

He found the day at the beach fun.

After all he didn't have to work and spent all day drinking and making fun of the members, why would he complain?

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Zetsu

He likes sunbathe.

Obviously him don't wear sunscreen, because he don't need it.

Would avoid going into the sea because of the salt water.

White Zetsu wants to make a sand castle.

But doesn't work out too well because black Zetsu refuses.

He likes to drink a lot of water.

Zetsu purposely walks away from the group.

He likes to be alone and it is no surprise to anyone.

He finds the sound of the sea very relaxing.

White Zetsu wants to take the little shells he finds home.

Black Zetsu wants to eat the crabs he finds.

At some point he would end up sleeping.

Would only wake up when the sun started to set.

And then finally would return to the group to leave.

White Zetsu really enjoyed the day at the beach and think was relaxing.

Black Zetsu didn't think it was bad, but he wouldn't admit it and would say it was a waste of time.

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Deidara

“Finally a rest day” - that's what he thought, until he saw how Tobi can be even more irritating on the beach.

The beach is a very inspiring place for an artist.

So Deidara is trying not to waste all his explosive clay on Tobi.

He wants to tan, not burn, so he put on sunscreen.

Deidara knows and likes to surf.

And he's annoyed that Kisame is better than him at this.

He was avoiding going into the sea until Hidan wet his hair.

His bathing suit is the prettiest.

This boy has style.

He would retreat at some point to make sand castles without being seen.

Prefer to eat slushies.

Would want to compete with Itachi on something.

And would say he cheated when he lost and walk away from the group.

Collect shells <3

He tries to sunbathe, but Deidara is the kind of person who can't sit still.

So it's useless.

The sunset is art for him, after all it is temporary.

Appears out of nowhere in the group when they are leaving.

At the end of the day he's sulking.

Because the day at the beach was not what he expected.

… But he liked it.

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Itachi

To be honest, he doesn't really like the beach.

Like, he can't deny the place is beautiful, but what is he going to do here?

He ends up sitting in the shade of the parasol watching others have fun.

Most of the shells Kisame brings from the water are for him.

He obviously use sunscreen.

And brought it, in case anyone forgot.

In fact, the bag with everything needed for a day at the beach is his.

He doesn't really like the idea of going into the sea.

The most he'd do is get his feet wet because it's relaxing.

He's the one who bought Kisame's ice cream while he was getting out of the water.

He's not paying attention to Deidara's taunts.

And he made no effort to beat him.

He likes the sound of the sea.

Take the opportunity to rest for a while.

He ends up getting so relaxed and quiet you could swear he's sleeping sitting up.

Itachi finds the sunset a bit melancholy but beautiful.

Is eager to return to the group's hideout.

The next day he know that Kisame doesn't want to leave his room because he's sunburned.

He didn't think the day at the beach was all bad, but he would have preferred to go somewhere else.

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Pein

Honestly, he only accepted all this because of Konan.

Doesn't like warm places, so the beach is not his favorite place.

He came just to make sure that nothing bad would happened.

He refers to Hidan, Deidara and Tobi in the same place for more than 5 minutes.

And he doesn't want anyone to bother Konan either.

Konan who reminded him to wear sunscreen.

Pain likes to eat watermelon when he is at the beach, is refreshing.

He won't go into the sea, don't even try.

Doesn't like ice cream very much.

He doesn't really like sweets in general, they make him thirsty.

He notices when someone moves away.

Being honest, he is just waiting for the day to end.

He understands why they think sunsets are beautiful, him thought too when he saw how Konan admired the sky.

Pein makes sure that everyone is present as they come back.

Tobi tests his patience by refusing to return "so soon".

He understands that a rest is necessary... But for him it was just a wasted day.

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Konan

She was who gave the idea to go to the beach.

Konan likes to sunbathe, even though she's very pale.

Hoped that this day would be at least a little relaxing for Pain.

Konan would read a book in the shade while listening to the sound of the waves.

Likes to drink refreshing drinks, eat scratch cards, eat watermelon, etc.

She is enjoying the moment.

Would go into the sea to cool off a bit, but she would be quick.

Konan is very stylish, so her bikini makes her look radiant.

She really wants to play in the sand for a while.

But as we know she is shy, and ends up being embarrassed.

Didn't approve of the idea that Hidan could kill anyone who came along.

But her understand why Pein thinks it's necessary.

She loves the different shades that appear in the sky as the sun goes down.

Left the beach a little reluctantly.

She who manages to convince Tobi to leave.

Konan liked her day at the beach but wishes she had enjoyed it more.

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Sasori

He wonders why he had to come along.

Like, there's nothing for him to enjoy on the beach.

Not that he can't go into the sea, but he's a puppet, the job he'd take to get the water out of his body.

Not to mention that salt water can wear out his body.

Definitely out of the question.

The only problem is that all that sand and hot sun just reminds him more and more of his old village.

He doesn't have a problem with the heat at all, he actually likes it.

He would try to distract himself by looking for pretty rocks.

Kisame would notice and bring some for him.

He'd be so focused on this that he wouldn't realize he'd ended up walking away from the group.

He ended up getting wet when he picked up a rock too close to the sea and a wave came to meet him.

He returns to the group grumpy after that.

Sasori lies down waiting for the sun to dry him and ends up sleeping.

Hidan and Deidara bury him in the sand.

He hasn't seen the sunset and is just grumpy wanting to go back to hiding.

But he is taking the rocks he found with him.

He doesn't want to repeat the experience.

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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 53: Mr. Fear (2)

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

Author's Note:

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

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You know

I'll never disappear

Now get me out of here

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

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

...

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

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

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

Does she tell them?

...

No. She shouldn’t.

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

She has a long way to go.

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

Well. You know who. The big guy upstairs.

...

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

“Takara-chaaaaan!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I can help—”

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

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

“Takara-chan…?”

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

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

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Just trust in me, my dear

No cure is coming near

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

“And she said nothing of herself?”

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

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

What can she do but accept?

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How long you'll call me insincere?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, Konan-san…”

“May I speak with you a moment?”

“Sure.”

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I'm not here to fulfill your parody

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

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

...

She’s hungry.

...

She remembers the times she failed to die and why.

...

She gets up.

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a relief.

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

“May we speak?”

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

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

...

“What tipped you off?”

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

Ah, shit. Of course it was obvious.

...

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

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

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

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

“That isn’t all, is it?”

...

“Miss Takara...do I intimidate you?”

...

“No,” she lies entirely.

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

...

“Yes.” … “But...it’s not your fault.”

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

...

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

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

...

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

“Before you leave—”

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

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

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

“I will only show you mercy.”

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

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How come my song becomes unreal?

You never understand my melodies

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Wake me up

When September ends

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

Ring out the bells again

Like we did when spring began

Wake me up

When September ends

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

...Is she asleep?

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

Is this...

...A dream?

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

“Hello?”

It’s empty.

Knock knock. “Hidan...?”

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

Knock knock. “Kakuzu...?”

Empty.

“Kisame?”

“Itachi?”

Knock knock, knock knock.

“Deidara?”

“Sasori…?!”

Open door, open hatch. Creek, creek.

“Konan?!”

Even hers...it’s empty.

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

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

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

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

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

Cough!

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

And someone else gets to her first.

“Miss Takara.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You know

I'll never disappear

Now get me out of here

Just trust in me, my dear

No cure is coming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

...She sniffles.

...She tears up.

...She cries.

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

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

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

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

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

...She weeps.

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

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

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You know

I'll never disappear

Now get us out of here

Don't fight with me, my dear

Why can't I be in here?

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#nagato x reader #nagato x oc #obito x reader #konan x reader #technically this is an everyone chapter but not all of them talk lmao these are the ones that matter #aswtn fic #songfic #akatsuki x reader

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Object #7

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Kacyu]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,024

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Just... what the fuck :)

Characters Include: Konan, Sasori, Tobi

Name Calling: Mutt, Bitch, Cumdump, Cum-Rag, Slut, Whore, Puppet, Dolly

Degrading/Humiliation/Begging

Hair Pulling

Slapping/Gagging/Choking

Bedroom Toys: Handcuffs, Vibrator, Dildo, (in proper use of) Puppet, (in proper use of) Chakra Threads, (in proper use of) Puppy Pads, (in proper use of) Whipped Cream [more or less]

Titty Fondling

Overstimulation

Biting/Hickeys

Throat/Face Fucking

Threats of Violence

Dry Humping

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Oral (Female and Male Receiving)

Food Play

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I hum softly to myself, my focus on using the towel to ring out my hair. Pain left early this morning for Lord knows what with my least favorite assassin, which has left me to get ready by myself for once. It's weird, getting to dress myself, doing my makeup, getting to do my hair. For... what feels like forever, Nagato has always done those things.

The towel is disregarded to the hamper as I stroll back over to Nagato's desk, settling into his chair so I can style my hair before getting dressed. Today - two minutes ago, actually - Pain's 'no touch' order ended, which means my jaw is going to be sore by the end of the night. My fingers roll through my hair, starting to lay it flat so I can tie it up for the day. It's the best course of action for the wound-tight members I'm sure are crawling around the hideout looking for me already.

As my hands are winding my hair into a ponytail, the door to Nagato's room slams open, pulling my head backward to see who it is. "Mutt," Konan fumes from the door frame, her eyes slit as she glares at me. What could I have possibly done to her already today? "Come here, you're going to be a useful heat-stricken bitch for once."

Oh. I didn't see that coming but I guess even jealous women like her need to release once or twice a month.

Konan storms into the room, her nightgown flowing as she stomps toward me. "I know that I'm off my ordered recovery time but can you wait a few minutes so I can get dressed?" I grumble, focusing on tying my hair up again.

"No," she bitches, digging her fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. "You're going to be an obedient dog and do what I want. Right now," she adds, using her grip on my locks to tug me out of my chair.

"What the hell? Are you that desperate to get off? You can't even wait for me to pull on some clothes?" I hiss, stumbling over my feet as I'm dragged out of the room. My nails dig into her wrist, trying to unlatch her fist from my hair as I glare at her.

"You're one to talk. Running around with Pain for weeks on end. Keeping him all to yourself so you can get off," Konan wails, knocking me around the hallway as she pulls me around.

"Is that what this is about? You're throwing a little hissy fit over Pain choosing me over you again?" A yelp spills from me when I'm shoved into her room, the carpet sliding against my exposed skin, and threatening to leave rug burns.

"Do you ever shut up? I doubt it. That's probably why the guys are always shoving their dicks down your throat," she insults, hand back in my hair to tug me further into her room.

Again, I tug at her arms, trying to push her off of me. "Why are you always such a bitch, Konan?"

The question gets me a slap and my head snaps backward. My cheek and scalp sting as I glare at her, the jealous girl glaring back at me. "Dumb bitches like you don't get to speak to me like that. Useless girls that are nothing but public cumdumps only get to do two things; serve and shut up." As Konan degrades me, I'm wrestling around under her. She's managed to push me on my stomach, my hands crossed behind my back.

"Get off," I hiss, trying to buck her off my back.

She lets out a low chuckle, leaning over to rummaging through her nightstand drawer. "You won't be useful if you keep squirming around," Konan bitches, snapping cold metal around my wrists. "The more you struggle the longer this is going to take, so be a good dog and comply, alright?"

"Fine," I hiss, letting her roll me onto my back. "You're an asshole."

"And you're a disgusting cum-rag," She spits back, slapping me again before climbing off of me.

Great now both my cheeks sting. I push a sigh out my nose, watching the paper-mâché lady dig through her drawer again and lay things on her bed. What could the crazy lady possibly have planned? I shift my position, trying to get comfortable with the handcuffs shoved into my spine by my body weight. As I move, a weird almost plastic sound fills the room instead of the expected metal clicking against metal.

My eyes flicker down, being met with padding edged with blue plastic. "What the fuck?"

She chuckles again, hand in my hair to situate me on my knees. "Last time you made a mess so I made sure to lay out a puppy pad this time," Konan shortly explains, sitting on the edge of her bed before she bends over.

Her fingertips slide through my pussy, pushing the lips open before positioning something against my clit. "What the hell have you planned?" I grumble, trying - and failing because of the hand in my hair - to squirm away.

Konan toys with the vibrator, turning it on low before she pulls away, letting my hair fall back into place. "Now, put that disgusting mouth to work," she orders, legs spreading as she sits upright, tugging her nightgown up. My head is pushed down, shoved into her pussy. "Go on, lick away, Mutt."

I grumble in protest but do as ordered, wanting this to end and to get away from Pain's biggest dick rider as soon as possible. My tongue slides up and down her panties, the slow vibrations of the toy rolling over my clit. It doesn't take long for my grumbles to shift into moans. "Damnit, Mutt," Konan mumbles, twirling my hair around her fingers before yanking my head away.

She squirms, wiggling herself out of her panties before shoving them into my mouth. "Be a good dog and stay right here," Konan orders, bending down to turn my toy up. She sits back up, the hand in my hair falling to paw at my breast.

My eyes trail after her free hand, watching her pat around her bed. The vibrations against my clit and - I hate to admit it - Konan's juices seeping into my taste buds are quickly pushing me to the edge, my moans muffled by the cloth shoved into my mouth.

By the time her hand is pulled forward again, my orgasm snaps causing my cum to spill onto the puppy pad I've been stuck on. "Look at you. A desperate dog that can't help but make a mess. I guess it was a good thing I laid wet pads out," Konan taunts, the hand on my chest focused on twisting my nipple as the other one slowly inches a dildo until her pussy.

My whines from the pain rippling from my nipple and the overstimulation are stifled, but her laughter at me isn't. Konan chuckles as I squirm, still slowly fucking the plastic dick in and out of her pussy. "Do you want to be a good dog? Be a good dog and suck," she orders, shifting around so she can situate the dildo under her.

Konan's hips shift up and down, riding the toy as she tugs her panties out of my mouth, dropping them on the floor but not before wiping them across my face. "Slutty cum-rag, so fucking used that you can't help but cum. Imagine if your puppy pad wasn't under you. You would have ruined my carpets," she continues to degrade, hips moving faster as both her hands squeeze my breasts. "Be a good dog and lick," she orders, hands jumping up to push my head between her boobs.

I nip at her, hoping that'll get her hands off me, but all it does is increase Konan's moaning. I let out a huff, giving in to what she wants again. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking on it. My head bobs up and down as she bounces, threatening to make my neck hurt on my first use of the day.

Konan's hands fall again, pinching and pulling on my nipples as she fucks herself. The stimulation to my boobs and the vibrator still buzzing pulls my cum out of me, my orgasm onto the dumb puppy pad again. "Fuck... fuck... Lord," she moans, dropping a hold on my titty to shove my head to her other breast before going back to toying with my chest.

This time I almost eagerly take her tit into my mouth, using it to muffle my moans. "Damnit," she shrieks, nails digging into the flesh of my boobs, hips stalled, and head flipped backward. "Fuck," she huffs out, pushing me off of her.

"Thank the Lord," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the drama queen. This is why Nagato isn't interested in her; because she's a demanding asshole.

"I wouldn't be saying that," she mutters, pulling the dildo out of her pussy, her cum creaming and dripping down the toy. "You still need to clean my toys," Konan adds, standing up and taking a fist full of my hair again.

"That seems like an issue for you to hand - "

I'm cut off by the plastic dick being thrust down my throat, gags from the suddenness swirling out around it. "Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," Konan taunts, thrusting the dildo in and out of my throat, not bothering to stop long enough for me to catch my breath.

She laughs at me, enjoying the sight of her dildo in my mouth and her fingers tugging at my nipples again. "What a dumb dog," she mutters, tugging the toy out. My mouth isn't empty for long, the rouge tugging the vibrator away and snapping it off before she shoves it into my mouth too.

Again, the toy is thrust past my lips, this time it's a lot easier to breathe. "Dumb bitch," Konan mumbles again, quickly losing her interest in me. "Get out of my face," she orders, popping the vibrator out of my mouth.

"Why? Are you disgusted with yourself? Do you hate that you fuck with me just to feel an ounce of what it would be like to get banged by Pain?"

As quick-tempered as ever, Konan smacks me across the face, the arousal that was present in her face now completely drowned out by anger. "You listen here you filthy mutt," she hisses, gripping my hair for the millionth time, using it to tug me closer to her face. "I would never want to be a used-up whore like you." Her voice is laced with venom, letting me know I won. That makes me quite smug.

"Fine, since you want to be a cocky little shit, you can sit here in your mess handcuffed like the dumb object of the Akatsuki you are until I'm done showering," she hisses, dropping me back onto the puppy mat before she starts walking away. "If you even think about squirming out of my room, I'll tie you to the bed, lace my strap-on to you, and fuck myself using you the rest of the day. Am I understood?"

"Yes," I grumble, lying myself down. I hate how jealous Konan can be and that she takes it out on me instead of Pain. It's not my fault he friend-zoned her.

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"Puppet, is that you?" Sasori's voice swirls around the hallway, making me stop my careful steps and lift my nose from the book it's been buried in.

"Yes, it's me," I call back, glancing around the hallway.

The door to his workshop is open, light spilling out from it. Sasori must be tinkering away. Or at least he was. His head pokes out through the doorway, his pink hair fanning out from his tiltedness. "Come here, Puppet. I need a break from my work and could use a release."

"Coming!" I chirp, quickly walking down the hallway. When I slide into his workshop, Sasori is already back at his desk, his focus and hands busy tweaking his man puppet. "Hello."

"Hello, Puppet. I want you here," he orders, shifting in his chair, his knees falling away from each other. "I do not need a lecture about Pain's orders either. I just want you sat here until I am finished," Sasori adds, glancing at me before his eyes lock on his project again.

"Yes, Ori," I hum, setting my book on one of his counters before I head towards him. I duck under his arm, sliding into his lap like I was ordered. "What are you doing?"

He sighs, a hand falling and being pressed against my stomach, forcing my hips backward. "I am working, unlike you. I will be shoving sandpaper down your throat if you don't start working."

"Yes, Ori," I repeat, grilling the edge of his workbench as I start moving, grinding myself against him. When my stomach starts to stir with arousal, my hips pick up, humping Sasori's growing boner faster. "Sasori," I pant out, tilting my head backward to look at him.

His eyes flicker between me and his puppet. A soft "hmph?" spilling from him. "You are the neediest puppet I own, do you know that?" I quickly nod my head, yes, pressing my hips against his harder. "What is it that you want?"

"I want to blow you."

"Do you?" He asks, a calloused hand resting under my chin, pushing my head back further. "Or do you want to be defiled?"

"You can't," I whine, starting to rethink Nagato's ruling. I know I asked him to make the ruling, I know I didn't want to deal with being bruised and labored by the group but I don't think I'd mind now. I want to be touched, I want to cock-warm Sasori like I usually do while he works, I want his rough fingers touching me, I want his head between my thighs, I want -

"You're right, I can't," he hums, nose nuzzling my neck for a second before his lips brush against my skin. "Pain's ruling says I can't fuck you. He never said anything about having objects fuck you."

"What?" I babble, not able to click the pieces together because of the lustful fog brewing alongside my growing orgasm. "What?" I repeat louder this time, my head snapping up and my hips stopping once the piece does finally snap in place. A million - not the best - ideas run through my head. What the hell is Sasori going to shove inside me? One of his tools? A block of wood?

His lips continue to trail up my neck, quickly crossing over to my jawline. "Calm down. It'll hurt you more if I play with you while you're tense," Ori mutters, his hands draping over my thighs, rubbing at my legs as he slowly walks the edge of my skirt up. "You will be fine," he continues to coo, his teeth nipping at my jawline.

Sasori spreads my legs, fingers sliding through my folds a few times before settling on my clit. His rough fingertips swirl around, slowly starting to churn my stomach and giving me one of the things I want. "Let me play with you," he whispers in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe when he pulls away.

"Please?"

An approving sigh escapes him as he leans back, unenveloping me from his body. The hand not toying with me flicks to the side, chakra strings lashing out like fishing wire. "There is a clause to our little agreement though." Of course, there is. Sasori is soft with me, but he's never kind without getting a payout of his own. "I may not be able to use your pussy," he starts, his hand shifting, two fingertips dipping into me as his thumb takes over rubbing my clit. "But I can use your mouth. Besides, I believe you would look lavishing being filled on both ends."

Sasori's monotoned compliment makes me tingle or maybe it's his fingers curling inside me or maybe it's the rough circles rolled over my clit. It is helped by the open-mouth kisses he keeps pressing into my throat and the soft sucking that promises to leave behind light bruises. "Alright, I think that is enough preparation," he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs to lift me, placing me on his workbench.

Once I'm settled on all fours, he takes a second to situate his things, shifting them out from under me. As Sasori straightens things out, I look around his desk, my eyes snagging on the puppet still attached to his chakra strings.

It's a thin unclothed puppet, reminding me of a twig. Unlike the rest of his puppets, this one has five limbs instead of four. At almost the end of the wooden doll's torso is a thick log, smooth and largely girthed. The wood looks almost shiny from the smoothness and sealing Ori used on it. The wood is also decorated with effortless curves; those ending when the top rounds off like a perfectly curved head of a penis.

As I'm looking it over, it's shifted forward, Sasori flicking his hand forward to move the doll. "Do not look startled, you will tense yourself again," he orders, his free hand clinging to my chin again, shifting my head up. "Keep your eyes on me. It upsets me when you are unfocused."

"Whatever you want, Ori," I mutter, locking my eyes on his. What an attention-hungry puppeteer. A string of approving hums come from him, his chakra string hand taking over holding my face, his fingertips - and the warm buzzing strands - rubbing my cheeks as he works his cock out of his pants.

"Open," he orders, pressing on my cheeks so my mouth falls open. Once his tip is situated past my lips, he drops his hold on my face, hand flicking and poking the head of the wooden dick into me. "Watch your teeth."

"Yes Ori," I mutter, the words getting jumbled as both dicks are slowly pushed into me. Sasori's dick inches its way down my throat as the puppet inches its way into me, the curves of the wooden cock rubbing me in ways I've never felt before.

Another long hum spills from him when I'm bottomed in, his eyes just barely widening. Both his hands situated themselves on my cheeks, his free hand buzzing with the development of blue webs Ori is known for using. The threads spill out, wrapping around my throat and my face, buzzing with the soft warmth that sizzles off them.

Steady soft breaths spill from him, his hands flexing against my cheeks, shifting everything into motion. My head bobs in time with Sasori's puppet, slow and steady like he wants to edge himself forward. Maybe he does. Slowly, my bobbing picks up, the puppeteer now thrusting his hips and shoving himself further down my throat.

Accidentally my teeth graze him, my mouth not being able to keep up with the bobbing and thrusts forced on it. "Damnit," Sasori hisses, hand jerking and shoving the puppet into my pussy rougher. "I told you to watch your teeth," he adds, purposefully jerking the purposely this time, picking up the pace of it. "Can't you listen?"

I babble out sorries, my words coming out as gargles because of the dick down my throat and the cock pounding into me. As my orgasm closes in, my eyes start to flutter shut, wanting to soak in the feeling of cumming. "You just can't listen," he lectures, tugging on the strands wrapped around my neck, shoving me further down his length. "Open your eyes. I want to see them."

Slowly my eyes flutter back open, being met with the pinking of his cheeks. "Eyes open, no teeth, suck harder," he husks, quickly losing control of his breathing.

The fear of losing my orgasm jumps me into obedience. I try widening my jaw to keep my teeth away, causing the bones to start to ache from being used. My tongue swirls around the underside of Sasori's dick, rolling over the thick vein as I suckle on him. I routinely blink, trying to keep my eyes open as my orgasm wobbles on the edge.

When it tips over I can't hold back the moan that spills out, the sound humming into Ori's cock. "Damnit. Don't do that. Stop looking at me," he barks at me, teeth clenching as his chest pumps faster. "Close your eyes," he orders as the strings attached to the puppet snap off and let it fall limp onto the counter, leaving my pussy empty and leaking.

Sasori's hand closes into a fist, snapping his threads as tight as they can go. The ones around my neck tug at my skin, cutting off my oxygen and starting to strangle me. The strings wrapped around my face shove me forward, my nose pressed against the wooden shell of Ori's body, and his dick dangling down my throat. "Damnit, damnit, damnit. You damn... Dear Lord... Puppet, open your eyes," he hisses, his cum starting to drip out, filling my stomach with its warmth and saltiness.

I snap my eyes open, looking up at him as I slurp up every drop he has to offer me. Sasori is bright red, huffing for air, and clinging to my face, threatening to scratch my cheeks. "Off," he whispers after a moment, the remaining strands snapping off as he slowly pulls me off his dick.

A pop fills his workroom when my lips finally detach from the tip of his cock, leaving another one of my holes empty. "My apologies," he starts like he does after every time he uses me. "I have made a mess of you." Also like always, he's right. My thighs are coated in my slick, as is his puppet, and my drool is dripping down my chin onto the countertop from sucking Ori off.

"Let me clean you and then you shall sit with me as I work."

"I should shower."

"You will sit with me," he repeats, his tone snipped this time.

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I'm sat up pretty - I think - on the kitchen counter, just like Sasori ordered. Well, what he said was 'Be quiet and sit like the puppet you are' so that's what I'm doing. Acting like a pretty show marionette as he focuses on washing the oils off his hands.

It doesn't take long for my back to hurt from sitting straight or for me to get bored of being an off-brand showgirl. "I want a snack," I mutter, jumping off the counter and heading toward the fridge.

"Do as you wish. I have to meet with Deidara to discuss tomorrow's mission," Sasori mutters, drying his hands on a towel. A pat on my head and an uncertain kiss is pressed to my cheek before the half-man wanders out of the room, leaving me alone to figure out my snack.

I mosey around the fridge, looking for something to damper my unnamed craving. Grapes? That doesn't sound good. Cheese squares? Sounds like a stomach ache. There are deli meats but a sandwich sounds too filling. My eyes skim the door, landing on the unopened can of whipped cream. That'll do I guess.

The door swings close as I pull the tab off the can, shaking it as I turn to grab a spoon out of the silverware drawer. "Dear Lord!" I yelp, the sudden appearance of a certain high-energy orange mask-wearing rouge scaring the heebie-jeebies out of me. "Tobi!" I bark at him, glaring at the spooker as I sweep past him.

"Dolly!" He cheers, falling into step so close behind me that he constantly bumps into me. When I stop to pull the drawer open, Tobi wraps his arms around my hips, tugging me against him. "It is early in the day."

"It is," I agree, grabbing a spoon before pushing the drawer closed. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ask turning in his hold before I focus on my snack. I shake the can again and spray a bit of the sugary snack onto the spoon before I pop it in my mouth.

"I'm off today and... and well... well I was just wondering... you know, since your no-touch order is over if you... if you would..." Tobi lets out a nervous lap, his mask repeatedly shifting from my face to looking between us.

"If I would what?" I ask, filling the spoon again before popping it into my mouth. I tease the boy, shifting my hips forward to rub against him as I slowly pull the spoon out of my mouth, making sure it makes a slutty sound when it pops out. "What would you like us to do with your day off?" I push, filling the utensil once again, this time using kitty licks to clean it.

"I... ah... you... that... my... my," he stumbles, pointing at the spoon before pointing down.

"Alright," I purr, deciding to keep playing with Tobi since he won't use his words. I stick the spoon in my mouth, sliding my now free hand down his pants, toying with him through his boxers. Slowly my fingertips slide back up, wiggling under his boxers and pushing both layers of clothes down.

When he pops out of his clothing, his dick is already rock-hard. Aw, the poor baby must have been thinking about this moment all morning. My eyes skirt up, watching the way his chest pumps, and his breath scatters as I rub my fingers along the underside of his dick. Dear Lord do I love toying with Tobi. He's always so fun to play with.

As my fingers slide over his tip and start their descent over the topside of his dick, I slowly fall to my knees, keeping my sights on the peephole of his mask. The peephole has started to glow red like it does every time Tobi is turned on. "There you go," I chirp, leaving a line of whip cream on his dick.

"What?" He wails, voice high-pitched and whiney.

"You pointed at the whipped cream and then your dick so I figured this is what you wanted," I continue to play dumb, sliding my tongue out before spraying a swirl of the cream on my taste buds. I make a show of it, making a mess of it on my lips, and spilling out exaggerated moans.

"Why... why the hell would... would I mean that?" He whines, toying with the end of my ponytail.

"I don't know. Maybe if you used your words it would be easier for me to figure out what you want," I mutter, layering a swirl of cream over his dick.

"I want... can you... lick the... the... the cream off... off my... dick? Please?" Tobi stumbles out, his fingers flexing on repeat around my bundled-up locks.

I giggle at the soft boy, sliding my tongue out and slowly lowering my head. My movements stay slow as I wrap my tongue around his tip, enjoying the sweet taste of the whipped cream and the salty taste of his pre-cum. My tongue flats out, rolling its way over his cock, licking up the trail I left on him.

Once he's licked clean I pull back, flickering my eyes up at him. "There you go."

"Dolly," he whimpers, gently tugging on my ponytail.

"Tobs," I call, mimicking his cute whimpers.

"You're teasing. Stop teasing. You're so mean," he babbles, his tugs getting a little rougher.

"I'm just doing what you ask," I hum, decorating his dick with twisted lines of whip cream again before setting the can down. "Let me do it again for you."

My head dips again, another painfully slow lapping of my treat. More whines and babbles fall from the man, his dick already twitching with the warning of his approaching orgasm. "Dolly, please."

"Please what, Tobs?" I mutter, twirling my tongue around his cock to help clean off the sticky residue starting to form.

"Suck my dick," he breaths out, so quiet I almost can't hear him over the mixture of pants and moans.

My tongue slithers over the slit of his dick, making it tremble even more. "Sorry, Tobi, I couldn't quite hear you. Could you repeat yourself?"

"Suck my dick. Please suck my dick, Dolly. Pretty please? Dolly? Dolly, please?" I giggle at him again, my tongue sliding out, pressing against his pulsing vein as I take him into my mouth. As soon as there's enough of him in my mouth I start sucking on him, puffing my cheeks out so he can slide in easier.

I'm not even halfway down before Tobi lets out a long chipped moan, his sperm coating my tongue before it slides down my throat. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Dolly, I'm sorry," he babbles, twirling strands of my hair around his fingertips.

I hum softly, slowly sliding further down so I can suck the sticky leftovers of the whipped cream off of him. "Hey, hey, hey," he rattles, tugging on my hair before smoothing it out and twirling it again. "I'm sensitive. Be nice."

I suck on him hard, the suction pulling on him as I tug myself backward. The poor baby isn't going to be able to stand any more than that so hopefully it's good enough to clean him off. "You did such a good job," I coo, kissing his angrily-red tip before crawling to my feet. "You should probably take a shower to get the rest of the residue off," I tell him, gliding my fingertips over his angry cock.

"With... with me?" He wheezes out between deep breaths, his hands clinging to my shirt. "Take... take shower... with me?"

"What about your mask, Tobs?" I ask, deciding to leave the overstimulated boy's dick alone, my fingertips ghosting over the edge of his mask.

"The... the lights... off. That... that'll... good enough."

"Okay, Tobs," I chuckle, letting the eager boy pull me forward.

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