#sasori fluff

[thevirtualvalentine]

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

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

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

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

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

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

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

HIDAN

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

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

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

ITACHI

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

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

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

KONAN

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

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

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

KAKUZU

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

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

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

SASORI

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

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

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

TOBI

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

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

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

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

[dira333]

Persistence versus Evanescence - Sasori x Reader, Akatsuki Publishing House AU

tagging: @wing-ed-thing, thank you for listening to my brainstorming, @ladyloveroll for feedback and @missalienqueen because you'll like it

Akatsuki publishing house - Drink orders!

Madara: the owner, hardly around, bring him an Espresso Martini disguised as an Espresso when you see him

Nagato: Romance, chief editor - always the pink drink, but write Konan on it

Konan: crafts and Historical Fiction - coffee, black, dark roast - write Nagato on it

Yahiko: Young Adult - Matcha Latte with almond milk

Tobi: reads through all the manuscripts that are being sent in and chooses new authors - hot chocolate with marshmallows

Itachi: Fantasy and Science Fiction - green tea with honey

Kisame: Sports, Action and Adventure - Gatorade

Deidara:  Literary Fiction and Poetry - newest thing on the menu or a Caramel Frappucino

Sasori: goes through Grammar and spelling, formerly Literary Fiction - coffee, black, and a blueberry muffin

Zetsu: Cookbooks, Gardening books and Medical Journals - herbal tea

Hidan: Horror and anything adjacent - Red Bull

Kakuzu:  Self-Help and Finance - nothing, it’s too expensive

-

Your phone rings just as you step forward in line.

You greet the Barista with an apologetic smile and press the button on the Bluetooth headset in your ear, ignoring the annoyed groaning behind you. At least the Barista knows what’s up, because she takes the note you hand her with a knowing smile.

After working for Akatsuki Publishing for almost two years you don’t need a note to remember everyone’s coffee orders. They stay the same anyway. But the Baristas change and you can count on your clients calling at the exact moment you want to be left alone.

“Shikamaru, hi!” You force yourself to smile. He can hear if you frown.

“No, I haven’t talked to Kakuzu today… He didn’t… Yes, I am aware he’s not the most pleasant to work with but I’m sure he didn’t mean it that-...” 

You pinch your nose and hand over the company credit card, shuffling along to pick up the drinks.

“Tell you what, Shikamaru, I’ll talk to Kakuzu once I’m back in the office. We both know he won’t apologize but I’ll do my best, okay?”

There’s a man already waiting for his coffee when you hang up and he sends you a friendly smile. He’s tall, attractive even with the long black hair - you’re not that into men with long hair - and the way he looks at you tells you he’s at least a little bit intrigued.

You offer him a smile in return, not really interested in a conversation, but not wanting to be rude either.

“Your coffee.” A Barista hands him his drink and he stays, leaning against the wall now as he eyes you.

“You seem familiar.” He says. “Have I seen you before?”

“I don’t think so. But I have… I just have that kind of face, I guess.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head. “I am sure I’ve seen you before. What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a literary agent.” 

He nods. “Were you present at this year's awards?”

“Er, no.” You shake your head. “I couldn’t come because of family issues. But my- well, one of my authors won a prize. You might have heard of him. Gaara Sabakuno, wonderful debut novel.”

“Desert tears, yes, I know.” He looks wistfully for a second before he snaps his fingers, jolting you out of a rather pleasant memory concerning last week’s discussion with Gaara - his new book was coming along great.

“Now I know. You’re from Akatsuki Publishing. They hired you the day I left.” He looks over the amount of drinks that have started arriving in front of you. “Two years is it now, right? To bad you’re still the one getting the drinks.”

You force yourself to smile brightly, remembering the name of your predecessor from conversations.

“Getting Drinks isn’t the only thing I do, Orochimaru. Sadly I haven’t heard much of your independent Publishing house. Village of noise, was it?”

“Village of Sound.” He still smiles sweetly but you have enough of this interaction.

“Well, good luck with that. I’ll take my leave now.”

-

You’re still fuming a little when you get back.

Tobi’s not at his desk so you leave his hot chocolate there. Zetsu gets his herbal tea and an honest smile as he offers you a rose from his garden. 

The next office is almost silent, as Itachi and Kisame both wear noice cancelling headphones. You’ve never been able to find out what Itachi listens to as he works his way through Fantasy and Science Fiction novels, but Kisame is watching a football match on one screen while editing a novel on the other.

“Gatorade for you.” You hand it to Kisame who’s not even looking, “And green tea with honey for you, Itachi.”

He sends you a smile before looking back down, always focused on work. His desk is clean and organized, the only personal thing a picture of him and his little brother Sasuke who’s glaring into the camera.

You skip the other offices on this level and take the stairs. 

Yahiko is taking a nap at his desk and you leave his drink - a Matcha Latte with almond milk - next to the impressive stack of Manga on his desk. 

Konan’s knitting. “I’m just fact-checking a pattern.” She says. “You can leave both drinks with me. Nagato is in a meeting with the boss.”

Their order is still your favorite on the whole list.

One pink drink for Nagato and one black coffee, dark roast, for Konan. But switch the names to make it look like they ordered the other thing. 

You haven’t judged Nagato once for his choice in drinks. He’s the one who hired you and so far he’s never been what others might assume of him. He looks a little frightening but is the nicest boss you’ve ever had. He edits primarily Romance Novels and Chick Lit but reads Medical Journals in his free time and he might love his pink drink even though he seems the type of person who survives on black coffee alone.

Well, who are you to judge with your Caramel Frappucino?

You walk back down and open the door to Deidara’s office. 

“They have two spring specials.” You announce and he sits up straight immediately. “Mint flavored Matcha or the Peach Pie Latte Macchiato.”

“What? Peach isn’t even spring-themed!”

“I know, right? You put the cup in front of him. “Guess what I got you.”

“Please tell me you didn’t get mint. You know I hate mint.” He gives you his best puppy dog eyes before he takes a sip and lets out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

“You’re the best coworker and person in the whole world.”

“Thank you, thank you. Remember that when Hinata-chan calls the next time because you were too pushy with her poetry.”

“But-!” He starts and you hold up a finger. “No buts. I know you’d love it if she would scream them from the empire state building, but we got to respect her personality.”

“Fine, fine.” He eyes the drinks you have left. 

“Let me guess. Red Bull for Hidan and the black coffee is for Sasori because you’ve got a bone to pick with Kakuzu and he always makes you go to Sasori for him?”

“Wow, you should work as a fortune teller.” You tell him, silently glad that he didn’t guess the real reason Sasori’s cup always stays the longest with you.

-

Hidan’s completely focused when you arrive, which is rare. 

Kakuzu, however, is in the worst mood possible.

“You can’t talk to your authors like that.”

He harrrumps. “He shouldn’t be an author if he cannot explain it in a way others can understand.”

“Shikamaru is a genius. It’s hard to motivate him as it is. Do you know how hard I had to work for him to actually write that second novel?”

“Please. He probably was all out of money, that’s why he had to write it.”

“Kakuzu.” You level him with your best glare. “What do I need to do to get you to apologize?”

“You’d have to kill me and use my corpse for that.”

“Kakuzu.” You stare at him. You tried your puppy dog eyes once, when you had first started, but that had gone so wrong you never tried them again with him.

The seconds tick buy. You don’t move. You don’t blink.

The coffee in your hand is getting colder and colder.

“Fine.” He huffs. “I will not apologize but I will write my opinion again in a more polite manner if, and I repeat, if you get Sasori to go over Kabuto’s manuscript today.”

“Did you ask him for that?”

“No.” He huffs again. “The guy hates me. He’d put it to the end of the line if I asked.”

You snort. “He’d not do that.”

“He would. Has done it before. Do we have a deal?”

You roll your eyes and stretch out your hand for him to shake. “Deal. Better get writing that apology.”

-

Sasori’s office is blissfully quiet. Well, quiet except for the incessant typing.

Sasori was probably the first to switch to an all-digital workplace and he looks at home behind his giant computer screen. 

He doesn’t look up when you enter but you know he’s noticed you.

You don’t allow yourself to stop and look at him, even though you wanted to do that since you’ve met him.

He’s pale but not freckled, his hair a burning red, and his eyes a deep chocolate brown. You met him on your first day of work and your impression - that he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever come across - has not changed since then.

But he’s not just the prettiest man you know, he’s also the grumpiest.

“Do I have to wait for my coffee to freeze over before you hand it to me?”

You jump, realizing with burning shame that even though you always tell yourself not to linger, you’ve gotten lost looking at him again.

You smile. “Sorry, here it is. I always ask for extra hot coffee so it should be okay.”

He raises an eyebrow and takes a sip, curling his lip a little.

“Could be hotter.” He mumbles.

“Yeah, but you know what else I got?” You pull the paper bag from your purse. “One Blueberry muffin just for you.”

“I didn’t ask for a Blueberry muffin.”

“I know, but you like them.”

“I like them on Mondays.”

Your face falls. “Didn’t… I mean if you want something else, I could….”

“It’s fine.” He takes the muffin from you and puts it on his desk, turning his chair slightly so that he can look at you.

Getting Sasori to take a break from work is a feat in itself, it almost makes up for everything else.

“So there’s something I wanted to ask.”

He looks back up from picking the paper off his muffin.

“No.”

You pout. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“Kakuzu wants one of his novels to skip the line.”

“Yeah, but….”

“I have a system and I don’t like meddling with it.”

“Not even if I beg?”

You dramatically go down on one knee and look up at him. “Please?”

He stares at you, wordlessly. You know you’re doing your worst here, but this is Sasori. If you’d had a shot with him, you overshot it your first month here when you accidentally called him “the hot editor” instead of “the host editor” on that stupid introduction day. 

It does hurt a little, when you’re home alone and dreaming of him, knowing that he won’t ever look at you like you look at him, but it eases the nerves a little when you dare to make a fool of yourself.

“Fine.” He says. You blink in surprise. That was easy.

“But I want something in return.”

“I mean, I can get you another coffee.” You start and the way he looks at you now has you silent, mouth dry.

“There’s an art show this weekend.” He starts. “I need to bring someone with me. You’ll be my date.”

Your jaw unceremoniously falls open. Your mind goes a little hazy around the edges and you have half the mind to wonder if you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Did Sasori just use the word date in context with you? And him?

“Will that be a problem?”

“No.” You sound embarrassingly breathless when you speak so you clear your throat and repeat yourself.

“No, no problem at all. I’ll… I’ll let Kakuzu know…”

“You could let him suffer for a while.” Sasori offers calmly. “Stay a bit. I don’t mind your presence. You’re only half as annoying as the rest of them.”

You know you have it bad when that sounds like a praise to your ears.

You don’t trust your knees enough to carry you, so you fold your legs until you sit crisscross on the floor and look up at him.

“I met Orochimaru at the coffee shop. He was being a dick.”

Sasori snorts into his coffee. “He’s always been a dick.”

“Yeah, but he tried to make me look like I’m just a glorified intern because I get the drinks.”

Something flashes in Sasori’s eyes. You know he’s never been friends with Orochimaru but his harsh answer still surprises you.

“That man has never been more than a glorified intern and it’s a surprise he still has a publishing house to turn to.”

“Well, I did push Gaara’s win in his face when he went on about how I wasn’t at the awards this year.”

“You and Gaara are pretty close,” Sasori mentions off-handedly and you cock your head thinking about it. 

“I don’t know. He’s one of my favorite authors because he’s so easygoing, for sure, and while Naruto’s writing is amazing too, his dyslexia makes work harder for you… and all of us, I mean. So, well… I guess I’m close with all my authors.”

“Even Jiraya?”

You shudder. “No, okay, I’m not that close with Jiraya.” 

Sasori laughs and pops a piece of muffin into his mouth.

“So your top three authors are Gaara, Naruto and… let me guess…” He thinks for a moment, his eyes moving over you. You feel too hot all of a sudden but you don’t dare to move. 

“It’s probably Hinata because while Tenten is as exciteable as Naruto and as easygoing as Gaara, I think you like her the most of all your female authors because she’s the sweetest.”

“Yeah.” You laugh softly. “Guilty as charged.”

Sasori looks a little smug at your answer and you want to ask something, not really knowing what, just to keep the conversation going when your phone rings.

“Oh god, it’s Sai.” You breathe out before summarizing the situation to Sasori. “Brilliant author, does primarily Horror. Has the worst case of imposter syndrome I’ve ver seen.”

“Good luck.” 

-

By Friday you’d love to say that you’ve all but forgotten about that particular conversation with Sasori.

But you haven’t. Overthinking has got you this far in your career, but if you could just stop overthinking this date for a second, you’d probably end up with less heartache.

He’s probably forgotten all about it anyway. 

He found someone else to take.

Or realized that in this day and age, you can just show up without a date and call it a day.

And even if he takes you, it’s just a favor you have to pay him for him doing Kakuzu a favor and isn’t that all messed up anyway?

“Are you okay?”

You blink.

Nagato’s staring at you and you wonder, hope, fear - did you just think out loud?

“You’ve been staring into space for a while,” he explains softly, his dark red hair reflecting the sunlight. It’s almost the same shade as Sasori’s. Which has you thinking of him again.

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head as violently as you can without attracting even more attention. “I’m overthinking.”

“Oh, I’m familiar with that. Can I help?”

“Uh.” 

Nagato takes a seat, either not realizing you’d rather not talk about this with your kind-of-boss or not caring about it at all.

“When I overthink, it helps me to put everything into perspective. For example… Yahiko and Konan want to move out. This would leave me all alone. Oh no, will I ever find joy again?” He chuckles to himself a little too darkly for your taste. You blink. He continues without further prompting.

“Now imagine it as a book. We start with the protagonist who’s lived his whole life with his two best friends by his side. Now they want to move out. What will happen to the protagonist?”

“Oh!” You can’t help yourself, your finger raised like you’re back in school. “I know! The protagonist searches for new roommates and one of them is this cute girl who works part-time as a Barista but dreams of being a Full-Time Cat-Sitter! They immediately hit it off!”

Now it’s Nagato’s time to blink. 

You just start to wonder if you’ve overstepped when his hand comes up to rub his chin.

“That’s actually not a bad idea…”

“Can we turn it around?” You ask, now fueled by inspiration. “I’m supposed to go on a date with a guy I’m crushing on but it’s not a real date, it’s more like a ‘I don’t want to go and I don’t know who to bring, so will you go with me’ kind of thing.”

“Ah.” Nagato nods. “Well, you know the rules! First, we need a make-over scene. Take your best friend shopping and find a spectacular dress or outfit of your choice that makes you feel great.”

“Do I have to go shopping for that? I can think of three cute outfits at the top of my head and they’re all hanging in my closet.”

“Even better, we’re saving the environment here. That means you can go on to the next step. You have fun at that event. If it’s a date, it’s a date. If it’s not a date, you’ll surely meet someone else there.”

“But-”

“Ah.” Nagato raises his hand to stop you. “I don’t make the rules. And before I forget, I’m still waiting on that Romantic Drama you promised me.”

“Oh!” It’s your turn to hold up your hand. “I got it, I got it! Shino sent it over today. It’s fantastic, as usual. I cried three times just reading through the rough plot.”

“Ah, Shino!” Nagato cracks a rare smile. “Don’t tell him but he might be my favorite author. You can always count on him to break my heart.”

-

It’s half past three on Saturday afternoon when your phone beeps with an incoming message. Your hair is up in a messy bun, your face covered in a chocolate mask - sadly enough it was named after its look and not its taste.

It’s Sasori. He’s picking you up in half an hour.

The only positive thing you can find about this is that you only have thirty minutes to stress yourself out. Not that you have much time for that as you fly from one room to the next, washing your face, trying to make something out of your hair, the small amount of makeup you have, the jewelry you never seem to be able to find.

Sasori is punctual.

You’re a little out of breath when you open the door for him.

“Did you just come home?” He asks. He’s not commenting on your outfit. Is that good or bad?

“Eh, no, I was… just multitasking, is all.” You cringe at your wording. God, why are you awkward?

“Let’s go then?” Sasori offers you his arm, slowly taking it down when you don’t take it, too surprised by the gesture. “Nevermind.”

“No, I- I want to-” You cut yourself off, cringing even more. 

He offers you his arm again and you take it, too embarrassed to look into this eyes.

“You look good.” He tells you, quietly enough that you think you’ve imagined it. He does not repeat it anyway.

-

“What’s this art show about anyway?” You ask, minutes before you’re about to enter.

“The theme is Evanescence versus Persistence.” He explains. His arm is warm and steady as you lean on it and he smells too good to be true. Help.

“What does that mean?”

“There’s art that’s made to last and art that’s made to be gone, changed in a second. I’m one of the artists picked for the Persistence part.”

“Wow! I didn’t know you were an artist.” It makes sense though, in a way. 

“The pictures… the one in your office, are they from you too?”

“No.” He shakes his head softly. “They’re from my grandmother. She taught me everything she knew. I like to keep my family close through them.”

“That’s sweet.” He glares at the comment, but you can tell he’s exaggerating a bit. Just for you? Who knows.

“How do you manage?” You ask when there’s a lull in your conversation. You’re enamored by the art, not just his. For this art show, he explained, he took pictures of things that are usually gone in an instant, like a sunrise, or an insect taking flight and burned those pictures into wood or poured them into resin, making sure that they persisted the passing of time.

“What do you mean?” 

You point back at the picture of the sunrise. “So you get up early enough to capture the sunrise, find the time to make breakfast, and still make it to the office before everyone else? And to top it all off you’re awake enough to find mistakes in a text when I make typos as soon as I’m even deprived off of ten minutes of sleep in the morning?”

“Oh.” Sasori nods. “That. Well, I’m single, I have barely any friends, I can do whatever I want with my time.”

You’re not sure what possesses you to talk in that moment, but the words are over your lips before you’ve fully thought them.

“Do you ever want to change that?”

His eyes widen. You want to disappear into the floor.

Before you can take them back though, a voice calls your name. And you know that voice.

“Deidara?”

You blink in surprise at the blond. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing here? I present my work tonight. Come, you have to watch!” He pulls your arm. Sasori’s still frozen in place. So you follow Deidara.

After all, what did Nagato say? If it’s not a date, surely you’ll meet someone else.

-

It’s not hard to figure out that Deidara’s art is part of the Evanescene theme. 

He’s prepared a firework of art, literally. And it’s pretty, breathtaking even, but you can’t help but look for Sasori every chance you get.

It’s only when the masses of people are dwindling down again, that you’re able to spot his red hair again.

You move toward him, but Deidara’s not yet ready to let you leave.

“How did you end up here anyway?” He asks, eager eyes mustering you over his drink. “You didn’t tell me you were planning to come.”

“I didn’t know you’d be here. I wasn’t even sure I’d come. Sasori-”

“Oh yeah, what was that about anyway?” He asks, taking a sip of his champagne. “Did he catch you when you came in?”

“No, he invited me.”

Deidara’s eyes widen as he chokes on his drink, barely able to keep it down.

“He what? Why?”

“He said he needed someone to come with him and I owed him a favor.”

Deidara laughs. You’re not sure what’s so funny about all of it.

“Honey.” He clears his throat but he still sounds at the edge of another wave of laughter. “He lied. He just wanted to ask you out.”

“No way.” You hiss. “Not Sasori. Not me.”

“Why not? You’re hot. Ah, go, go, get back to him. Let the poor man finish his weird plan. I’m sure he got one. This is Sasori after all.”

Deidara waves you off, leaves you no choice but to follow his request.

You find Sasori easily.

He’s looking at one of his picture. It’s Sunrise over the sea.

“I think I like this one best.” You tell him quietly as you step up to him.

“Hm.” He doesn’t sound too interested in your opinion. Surely Deidara must be in the wrong. Well, there’s only one way to find out.

“So… Deidara said something.”

“Did he now?”

“Yeah. That you didn’t… need… to bring someone along.”

“What do you think?” Sasori’s dark eyes bore into yours. “What is more powerful? Evanescence or persistence?”

Your mouth opens and closes. Your tongue’s looking for words but can’t find it, not under his intense gaze at least.

“I don’t know,” you finally manage. “What’s more powerful, at least. I just know… Well, I’d prefer Persistence, you know?”

“Why?” There’s a breathyness to his voice that you might have imagined.

“I’d choose someone who stays with me over something fleeting everyday.” You realize your mistake a little too late. “Err, I mean, something that stays.”

When you look back at Sasori, his eyes are closed. He takes a deep breathe and opens them again.

“Come on.” He stretches out his hand and takes yours, rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as if that didn’t stop your heart from beating. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“E-eat?” 

“Yeah. Isn’t that what you do on dates? Dinner and a show? I’m sorry I turned it around.”

You blink. “So it’s a date?”

Sasori nods. You’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the blush that’s rising on his pale cheeks.

“A date-date, if you’re still overthinking it.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You totally were.”

“Okay, fine, but-” He leans forward, stops just short of kissing you. 

“Yeah?” He asks and you forget what you wanted to say.

-

Sasori parks his car in front of your apartment building, but he makes no move to pull out his key or cut the music that’s softly playing in the background.

Dinner had been amazing, great food in a quiet Restaurant where the cook knew Sasori by name. Your cheeks are warm, your belly full. During dinner, during the drive, his hand occasionally took yours. 

“Why me?” You ask, now that you can almost see the end. You could just keep quiet and hope for a kiss goodnight, but that just wouldn’t be you, would it?

“Do you know that most new hires are scared of me?” Sasori asks, staring ahead. “I thought it was all of them until you came along.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean? I was scared of you.”

“No.” He laughs softly. “You tripped into my office on your first date, smiled brightly and asked me what I wanted to drink. And then you brought me a Blueberry Muffin just because they had them on display and you thought I could like one.”

“Yeah, and you do like them.” You remind him, unable to keep quiet. You barely remember that first meeting, only know that you’d been stunned by his beauty, your impression of him only growing softer when you realized he was hardworking too. Kind, in his own way. A little hard to bribe, but never one to refuse help.

“I never liked Blueberry muffins until you gave me one.” He says as if it’s that simple. And then he leans over and looks into your eyes, voice breathless as he asks: “Can I kiss you? Please?”

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You’re leaning over Sasori’s chair, pointing out something in Naruto’s newest work when the door opens.

Karin, your newest trainee, peeks her head inside. “Hey, I’m running to the coffee shop. Do you guys want something?”

“No thank you.” Sasori’s answer comes quick. You’re left to ponder. In theory, you could use a coffee. More than that you could use the short walk to the coffee shop that you’re missing out on since Karin took over drink duty.

“She’s fine.” Sasori points out when you’re unable to find an answer.

Karin nods and the door closes.

“I kinda want a coffee though.” You point out. Sasori nods. “I know. We’ll go together in a minute.”

“Oh?” You blink, press your face into his neck because you know it annoys him. Also, he smells really good. “You could just have sent Karin for it then.”

“It’s not the same,” he grumbles, moving around when your hair tickles his skin. “Besides, I like going out with you.”

You smile into his skin, and press a featherlight kiss to where goosebumps are starting to form.

Persistence still wins over Evanescence.

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Sasori Fanfictions 🎭

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲

If you like these characters don’t hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Sasori 🎭 :

How He Reacts To Receiving A Strip Tease 🌺🔥

Him Being Jealous Of Another Member Of The Akatsuki 🌺

When You Throw Your Bra On His Face 🌺🔥

First Kiss 🌺

Insecure S/o 🌺

Clingy S/o 🌺

Dealing With Silent Treatment 🌺

Christmas Gift 🌺

If You Have A Lot Of Tatoo 🌺

If You Have Scars 🌺

A Child Who Regenerates In Akatsuki 🌺

Cuddling Post Sexy Time 🌺

Suddenly Telling Him You're In The Mood 🔥

How He Cums 🔥

How He Reacts To You Using The Safe Word 🔥

His Ideal Evening With His S/o 🔥

Head With Him 🔥

Reacting To You Winx Transformation Jutsu 🔥

Unising His Jutsu On You In Bed 🔥

Things His Does That Ruin Sex 🔥😭

Sexy Panty Preference 🔥

Freaky Times He Fucks You On Mission 🔥

Shower Sex With Him 🔥

How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His 🔥💚✨

How Long He Would Take To Realize You Are In Love 😭

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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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[or0ch1maru]

Valentines Day with the Akatsuki<3

18+, suggestive themes

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Kakuzu:

Hates spending money, but will go broke simply on buying your gifts and taking you places during the day.

Will literally spoil you rotten. You’ll wake up to chocolates and other assorted gifts on the empty side of bed where he usually sleeps.

After a long day full of fun, just know this grouchy giant will D you down for the rest of the night. If you’re not wobbling by the end of it, it’ll be round after round until you can’t even remember your own name.

Hidan:

This man shows his love best through physical touch and sex so don’t be surprised when you’re woken up by his tongue between your folds.

In between all the sex he plans on having with you on this special day, he’ll make you breakfast in bed, and then take you out for a shopping spree in the nearby village.

If you try on clothes in a shop, just know you’ll barely make it outside to the alleyway behind the plaza, your shorts pulled down as he stuffs you full.

Itachi:

Sweet boy. Will have one of the members keep you busy for the first half of the day so he can decorate your shared room. Rose petals, balloons, candles, the whole works.

All the gifts he bought will be lined up on the bed in pretty red and pink bags with matching gift paper. A long and heart felt message written on the inside of a card will be placed neatly in front of one of the gifts.

To end the day, he’ll either cook you your favorite meal or take you out to your favorite restaurant to enjoy a nice meal.

Kisame:

Didn’t really understand the point of the holiday as he feels that everyday should be spent cherishing and loving your partner. Not just on a specific day.

So after speaking with Konan, he ran into town and bought the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers, a case of chocolate, and a few other things that you’d pointed out to him prior.

The rest of the day would be spent wrapped in each others arms, watching movies and getting wine drunk while eating a hot, homemade dinner.

Deidara:

He’s so infatuated with you that he’d spend two weeks prior to v-day hand crafting pendants for jewelry and other little handmade gifts to give you.

Not only will your presents be hand made, so will your card. His somewhat sloppy script will cover the card front to back, explaining how much he loves you and how he wants to spend eternity by your side.

Deidara would order your favorite take out and take you on a picnic in a nearby flower field. Where when the night comes and the sky turns dark, he would send up some of his clay creations, lighting up the sky in pretty fireworks and explosions.

Sasori:

Just like Kisame, Sasori didn’t really get the whole craze about some dumb holiday. But, he wanted to spoil you nonetheless. So he told you to get dressed, which you gladly obliged.

The two of you visited a village nearby and had brunch before going to the theatre to watch a movie. After the film, he took you to your favorite shops, paying for anything and everything.

Sasori wouldn’t let you go the whole time, his hand wrapped securely around yours as you walked about. Planting soft smooches on your face as you enjoyed the day together.

Tobi:

For days before Valentine’s, he’d be so anxious, but in a good way of course. He had planned the whole day out weeks ago. Starting off by bringing you your favorite coffee and sweets for breakfast.

Repeating the same for lunch. It was after that, that he had you get all dolled up. Taking you into town for a museum date.

Good boy Tobi would finish the day with your favorite food, before stripping you of both your clothes. Buried deep in your cunt, as he whines and mutters about how much he loves you.

Zetsu:

Flowers. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He loves plants, and knows people gift their partners roses and such on this special day so what does he do? Buys a few different flower bouquets that end up littering your shared room. Bedside table? Yep. Bathroom counter? Best believe it.

Zetsu loves pampering you. He’d paint your nails to match his bright pink color. Sitting behind you as he brushes your hair. Applying your makeup for you if you wear any.

The two of you would take a long walk, enjoying the peace and crunch of the gravel under your shoes as you walk. Would find a nice place to sit near the water as you talked and shared a meal together.

Konan:

Just like Tobi, she’d have everything ready and prepared days ahead. Dinner reservations? Check. Nail salon date? Check. Making sure the book shop has that book you’ve been wanting in stock? Check.

After lunch in the village, it’s time for your nail appointment. The two of you sitting side by side as the nail techs paint and work on your nails. After paying, it’s time for the next stop. Konan would watch with a smile on her face when you pick up the book you wanted. Knowing she made sure the staff kept a copy specifically for you.

Konan would have rented out a private booth in your favorite restaurant. Keeping the entire area empty so you two would have your much loved privacy. Once the two of you have ordered your drinks is when she’d give you a heartfelt speech before dropping to her knee with a ring. Planting a deep kiss on your lips when you say yes.

Pain:

Would clear his schedule and make this a week long affair. Each day, you’d wake up to a new present or date planned. One day shopping, the next day, a movie. And so on.

On Valentine’s Day, he’d wake you up with soft kisses along your jawline before spending the whole day in bed. Watching your favorite movies and eating snacks. The room full of your shared laughter or screams if you watch horror movies.

Just like Tobi, he’d end the day covering your body in bite marks and hickeys. He’d take his time on you too, drawing out every orgasm, pulling moans and whimpers outta you into the early hours of the night.

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Happy Valentine’s Day bbys🫶🏻 if no one’s told you today, you’re beautiful and I love you. Thank you for your continuous support for my writing. Here is a bouquet 💐 from me to you

[imagineakatsuki]

Do you have any headcanons regarding the akatsuki and cuddling?

Pein/Nagato: Uses his bodies to make a giant cuddle pile with his partner in the center. Without his other paths, though, he doesn’t give the best cuddles; his original body is very frail, so his partner may be wary of engaging in cuddles.

Konan: Loves to cuddle but doesn’t express it (you can’t really tell), so her partner just thinks she doesn’t like it. Prefers being the little spoon and having arms wrapped around her because it makes her feel safe.

Deidara: Gets bored quickly so he likes to cuddle while doing something, whether that’s talking his partner’s ear off about his art or watching TV. His partner must keep his attention or he might just fall asleep on them.

Sasori: Not much of a cuddler, but likes to run his hand through his partner’s hair as they lay on his lap (while he is simultaneously working on a puppet).

Itachi: Great cuddler and hug giver. Firm, but not tight. Soft, but not squishy. Gentle, but not weak. He prefers cuddling while in bed and is mostly silent through the whole thing (usually because he’s just content to lay there).

Kisame: Gives the best hugs/cuddles by far. He has very strong arms and is (probably) a lot bigger + taller than his partner so he completely engulfs them. Being the polite gentleman he is, he would keep checking in with his partner and adjust to their preference.

Hidan: Would cuddle all the time and always accepts if his partner wants to or initiates it. Be aware, though, that being covered in blood won’t stop him from cuddling; in fact, he thinks the warmth and slickness of the blood only adds to the experience.

Kakuzu: Stiff, but surprisingly comfortable. He’s not used to giving physical affection (the closest he gets is beating the shit out of Hidan), so his partner would have to bear through those first few seconds of him getting used to the idea.

Obito: Cuddles like this is the last time he’ll be able to do it, so he’s very possessive and reluctant to let his partner go for any reason once he’s wrapped them up in his arms. Warning: may activate his Sharingan in order to capture the memory, which could then result in his partner falling through him and suffering a heart attack.

Zetsu: Doesn’t know how to cuddle. After teaching him, he would be very awkward, uncoordinated, and stiff with it. He’d just wrap his arms around his partner and say “Like this?” then sit there for a few minutes until his partner gets tired of his ineptitude.

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in the jack-o-lantern's glow - Ao3

Sasori x Sakura

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Pumpkin carving, Jack-o'-lanterns

“It’s pumpkin carving Sasori, not brain surgery.” Sakura says as she uses her hand to scoop another blob of pumpkin goo into the bowl, not even minding the sleeves of her oversized sweater that are pushed up past her elbows don’t come into contact with the mess. “It’s supposed to be fun.”

Sasori thinks they might have vastly different ideas of what is considered to be fun. He’s made it as far as cutting the top off his own pumpkin. They’re not fully jack-o-lantern-sized, but it’s hard to find things like that in Suna, whose residents don't particularly participate in all the traditional holiday festivities. Sakura likely paid a pretty penny out of her own pocket to get the little pair of pumpkins in front of them now. 

He frowns at that, he would’ve bought them had she asked. But she’s often stubborn, insisting her money is just as good as his. It is technically, but it’s the principle of the matter. And the fact that he’s inherited a good deal of his own wealth, and Sakura works very diligently for her money at the little hospital in Suna. 

He also just enjoys spoiling her anytime the opportunity presents itself, to buy her whatever little snack or trinket that she looks so longingly at. 

Sasori looks inside his pumpkin again, at its slimy guts. Sakura has given him a large metal serving spoon to scrape the seeds and stringy bits out. It takes a few attempts to get a good scoop, plopping it in the bowl with Sakura’s. The second scoop comes easier, and he does his best to not touch the messy insides, but he gets it on his hands nonetheless. 

Sakura finishes emptying hers first, sorting through the slop bowl to pull out all of the seeds. Once he’s finished, she washes her collection, patting them dry with a towel and laying them out evenly on a pan. Tossing it in the oven and kicking the door shut with her foot. 

“Now the fun part,” she says with a smile, holding up a collection of sharp tools from his woodworking collection he had deemed acceptable to use on her pumpkin carving foray. 

Sasori raises a brow. “I thought the first part was supposed to be fun.”

“Yes,” Sakura leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. “But you’ll like this part the best.”

She has a few markers, handing one to Sasori. Who takes it skeptically. 

“I just carve a face?” Sasori clarifies, looking at the bumpy leather-like surface. 

“You can carve anything you want, baby.” She pauses, scrunching her nose a bit. “Well within reason of what the pumpkin can support, of course.”

He must be giving her a look, because she rolls her eyes and stands right beside him at the little table of her apartment. 

He watches her type out ‘jack-o-lantern ideas’ into the search bar, scrolling through the pictures of the carved orange vegetables. Some of them are not faces, but cats or ghosts or any  number of other misunderstood nocturnal animals. 

“I’ve seen enough, thank you,” Sasori tells her. Sakura slips her phone into her pocket, stepping between Sasori and the table to lace her arms around his neck.

“Sasori, it is something children do. You’re overthinking it, okay? There’s no wrong way to carve a pumpkin.” She kisses him for good measure. “You make spooky stuff all the time.”

“I make art, not mutilated vegetables. Let’s get it over with. Then we can do something else that's fun.” He barters, giving her a kiss back. 

“Deal.” Sakura steps around to the other side of the table from Sasori. “No peeking though.”

Sasori does peek, not at her pumpkin but at the face of concentration she makes as she traces out lines with the marker before carefully working the blade through the pumpkin flesh. The way she bites her lip as she works. She gets up every so often to wash her hands and shake the pumpkin seeds around, removing them when they have reached the appropriate level of crispiness. 

She feeds him a few, a crunchy, lightly salted, and a little nutty. Sakura is ecstatic when he deems them 'not bad'

They are nothing like the sugary pumpkin caramel marshmallow latte monstrosity she had ordered at the trendy coffee shop on their way here. Taking a single sip when she offered, much too sweet for his double shot of espresso tastes. He had upsized it after she ordered—paying for both—and had sat through several rounds of selfies with her and their respective to-go cups. 

Sakura knows he doesn’t like having his picture taken much and is always sure to only post his face to her ‘close friends’ and not her main feed. She calls the pictures that get posted on there where his hand or back is in the shot a ‘soft-launch’. He tells her she can post whatever pictures of him she likes, and she always tells him ‘she knows’. But a small part of him is always glad that she doesn’t, that she keeps him private, and he gets to keep that part of her world all to himself. 

She had also helped him set himself up a private account to follow her, a handful of his friends, and a few puppet-making accounts. 

Sasori carves a ‘spooky’ face. Sharp, harsh angles and a mouth of jagged, craggily teeth. He hates to admit, once he gets the hang of it, that it actually is not the worst thing he’s ever done. It would be much better if his hands weren’t so sticky from it, but he does always enjoy working with Sakura around to share the space with.

He steps back to admire his work. It is not wood. It will rot and mold and crumble, gone before the start of winter. Nearly a waste of his skill. He frowns at the orange face. 

“I’m done!” Sakura cheers. Smiling brightly at her pumpkin, excitable at the outcome, it’s enough to have his Sasori’s lips quirking up before he remembers he’s being grumpy about all of this. 

“Oh, are you done, too?” Sakura’s looking at him now. 

“Yes,” He would really like to wash his hands now. 

“Okay, we’ll show each other on three?” Sasori nods, placing his hands on his pumpkin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious at the thought of showing her. Sakura counts, “One, two, three!”

They twist them at the same time, revealing their faces to one another. 

“Ahhh!” Sakura screams in half mock horror and half delight. “I love it!”

She moves to go wash her own hands, presumably to get her phone out to take pictures of their jack-o-lanterns. But Sasori can’t take his eyes off the face carved oh-so-carefully into Sakura’s. 

It’s Hiruko. The most beloved piece of artwork Sasori’s ever made. A large intricately carved wooden puppet, a demon scorpion with a complex joint system controlled marionette style. He spent years and years perfecting him and still enjoys tinkering on him from time to time. Sakura had carved the likeness of his toothy face into her pumpkin. 

He’s speechless. He had expected something cutesy, not the sneering face of the main art fixture on display at his own house. 

Sakura's finished washing her hands, noting his silence has stretched well past the normal contemplating he does. “You hate it.” She frowns. 

Sasori never enjoys spoiling Sakura's bright moods. 

“Oh no, darling.” Stepping over to slip his arms around her, taking care not to touch his hands to her clothing. “It’s perfect. It was simply unexpected.”

“Really?!” She perks back up immediately. “I wanted to surprise you, so I spent all morning practicing drawing him, and I was so nervous I’d mess him up.” 

Sasori kisses the top of her nose before moving to wash his hands. By the time he’s finished, Sakura has set the two next to each other, candles firmly in place as she lights them up. The lids go on top, and Sasori reaches for the pull cord on the fixture to turn off the light. 

The horried faces glow, and Sakura takes entirely too long taking pictures, but she looks so lovely in the orange light as she moves everything just so. And he doesn’t even complain when she sets the little timer for a few pictures of them standing together, holding their ‘art’. And if he’s looking at her in all of them instead of the camera, that’s fine with him too. He always finds pleasure in watching her enjoy herself, even if it’s something he finds to be silly. 

After eons of him patiently waiting, Sakura blows out the little fire hazard in hers, and Sasori flows suit. 

He picks Sakura up, despite her squirming as she locks her legs around his waist, carrying her down the short hall into her bedroom. Laying her out on top of the fluffy duvet he has purchased for her after she had admitted how much she liked the one on his bed. 

“In a hurry, Sasori?” She giggles, already flushed across her cheeks as he crawls over her body. Poised like a scorpion ready to strike. 

“Mmmm, you had me waiting,” he says, pressing his lips to hers. Again and again and again. “And I am especially impatient when it comes to you.”

“Did you like it?” Sakura asks when he comes up for air again. Nose to nose with each other. 

“Did I like what?” He feigns ignorance. 

“Carving pumpkins?”

“I liked carving pumpkins with you,” Sasori tells her truthfully. 

Sakura pulls him in for a kiss this time. “I knew you would.”

Sasori’s cleaning Hiruko the next day when his phone dings, Sakura having sent all the pictures she’d taken from the evening before. She posted a picture of their jack-o-lanterns last night, garnering a mass of likes and comments praising their skills. 

Sasori saves them all to his camera roll. He doesn’t even have to scroll to find the ones of them holding their pumpkins together, faces a little dark and blurry, the glow from the candles messing with the focus. He picks one where their timing was off, neither looking at the camera. Sakura’s smiling down at her pumpkin, and Sasori’s smiling softly right at Sakura. 

He opens the menu to click the little share button. He frowns at the screen, unsure what to type in the caption box. Sakura would tell him he’s overthinking it again, so he scrolls through the emoji to find the little jack-o-lantern and the teeny black heart. Taking the time to tag Sakura’s handle so it doesn’t cover any of her up when it’s clicked on. 

Sasori hits the post button before he can doubt himself out of it. Locking his phone and setting it down on the workbench. It lights up again almost immediately, the notification banner informing him Sakura has liked his post.

[theoneandonlynightshades]

Sasori Head Cannons

He is very jealous

He just drags you away or puts his hands anywhere on your body

He is overprotective

He uses you as a model for his dolls

He complements your skin

He is very careful he kisses and hugs you

[iluvangel]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

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cleaning with them

ITACHI 🥀

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DEIDARA 👅

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SASORI 🪆

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OBITO 🎭

cleaning with them

KONAN 🗒️

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HIDAN 🩸

cleaning with them

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori sitting on a chair by Deidara’s bed, bandaging him up after a particularly rough fight with enemy nin*

Sasori: Stop fidgeting, will you? *dabs alcohol on a cut before wrapping a cloth bandaid around it*

Deidara: But it hurts … can’t you give me some medicine or something, hm?

Sasori: Before I do, Dei, you and I have to have a talk.

Deidara: *groans and absently picks at the end of a bandaid* No we don’t, Danna. I already know what you’re gonna say. 

Deidara, imitating Sasori’s voice: “Your recklessness is getting out of hand, brat. Your foolish actions put not only yourself in danger, but the entire mission. You need to learn to think before you act and curb your childish impulses.”

Deidara, in his own voice, laying down on his bed: Does that about cover it?

Sasori: *is quiet for a while, walking around and tidying Deidara’s room*

Sasori, softly: It’s always been rather difficult for me, to express myself emotionally. Even before I turned myself into a puppet. *sits at the edge of Deidara’s bed*  But you … you bring things out of me that I’ve had buried for a long time. One of those things is worry.  I worry so much for you, Deidara. 

Deidara: Sasori, I —

Sasori: No, no interrupting. Let me speak. You make me worry, and seeing you like this, bruised and bloodied, well, if I still had blood it would be boiling. Because I look at you and I see so much potential, so much energy and ambition. So much life, Deidara. 

Sasori: And it … it saddens me, a great deal. Because you … *reaches out and takes Deidara’s hands* You are the first person in my entire existence that’s made me happy to be alive. And whatever time I have with you, I don’t want to see it cut short by you getting seriously hurt, or killed, because of something as stupid as you not being more careful with yourself. 

Deidara:

Deidara: *slowly sits up* Am … am I allowed to speak now?

Sasori: Yes.

Deidara: I’m … not the best with emotions either, hm. But all that stuff you said? Well, I … I love you, too, Sasori. I mean, if that’s what you meant.

Sasori: *smiles* It was. So you’re going to take better care of yourself in battle?

Deidara: Yes, hm.

Sasori: Good. *leans over and kisses Deidara’s cheek* Thank you.

Deidara: *blushes a dark pink* Y-you’re welcome. *lays back down* Stay with me until I fall asleep? We can talk, hm. I think we have a lot to talk about now.

Sasori: *smiles and lays down next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist* We do indeed. I —

*from the wall*

Hidan: F-fuck you both! T-t-that was the stupidest damn confession I ever heard! 

Kakuzu: This big sap is over here bawling like a baby. Congratulations, you have my respect for accomplishing the impossible.

Hidan: Fuck you, you old bastard! I’m not crying! It’s ALLERGIES!

Itachi, from the other wall: I’m not ashamed to admit that that has me tearing up, as well. Absolutely beautiful, both of you. Congratulations.

Konan, from the hallway: Only please give us a heads-up for when you intend to, er, BE with each other. Partly so we can all leave to give you privacy, but mostly because we all have bets going as to when it’ll happen. Sasori and Deidara:

[evartandadam]

All right, 2 more chapters are up that I think everyone will love ❤️

[silvernyxchariot]

Deidara x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Mercenaries try to attack Deidara and Sasori to turn in their bounties to the Hidden Leaf, but one of them falls for their target.

Word Count: 2,897

⚠️Warning: FLUFF!! Slow burn. Did I unintentionally write enemies-to-lovers when I was a kid? Ohonhonhon~ Inspired by “I didn’t Know That I Could Feel This Way” – performed by Roger Bart and Susan Egan.⚠️

I Didn't Know that I Could Feel This Way

Premature Burial

My team and I consist of a five-person squad. I didn’t get along much with any of my teammates, but I guess it’s better to stay in a pack, rather than to die alone. We were a small group, obviously, and very few thought much of us; we weren’t hired for many jobs or looked at as a threat to other groups. I wandered the halls of our small abode trying to think of something. Something that would make these losers a little better known and therefore making me a little better known. You’d think that being noticed is a bad thing for a group of Missing ninja, but that doesn’t pay for our living necessities.

The sunlight shone through the window to my bedroom, I came in and leaned against the railing looking up at the clear sky. “Hmm… Am I the only one that thinks around here; everyone else is lazily moping around. Screw this,” I jumped out the window of our two story building and began walking around the small town we were located in. It’s not like our group is seen as a threat. No, we’re a sorry excuse for a mercenary group; we’re not like… like… the Akatsuki.

Hours passed and I probably circled the village about sixty times by now the ground seemed to have a miniature ditch etched into it. The sun began to set, and something slapped me in the face. The Akatsuki work in pairs and there are five of us, if we can at least capture one that’d be perfect! But something like that isn’t exactly easy. We’ll have to start planning immediately.

I ran for our building; this would be splendid. Not caring what the hell everyone was doing I slammed the front door open and called a meeting. Third in command means nothing to me if I’m oh-so–smarter than these imbeciles. Hehehe~ “Alright everyone, I’ve got an idea to make us not just mercenary group for hire but some group that’s worth their salt! Since we’re not great “villains,” let’s change it all up to being Anti-Heroes. Okay, just listen! We’re going to kidnap an Akatsuki member and…” Crap… I didn’t think further than that did I… “We’ll just capture them and… turn them into a ransom or- or a bounty. For the Leaf to pay us. See we’ll just help the big dogs,” I grumbled, “Since we’re just small fry…”

“That kinda sucks,” says Renka, the leader of our group. He’s not the brightest but he does have the balls to try and help me pull off something like this “But I like it. Let’s go for it, we don’t have too much to live for. So, what the hell.”

“They work in pairs, all of us are about jonin level or up; if we all work on grabbing the same one in perfect unison we could do it!” Then it was decided we would take on an Akatsuki member. It was my decision to pick one out; the only known members in public are: Itachi Uchiha from Konoha, Kisame Hoshigaki from Kiri, Deidara a blonde girl, Sasori an angry looking man that’s covering his face, a silver haired man, and another man with green irises and red sclera. Hmmm, since it’s my choice to pick… I’ll go with… the blond woman.

Confrontation

Okay, the past couple of weeks we’ve all done this research on that one member of Akatsuki. “Wow, I didn’t realize he was a guy…” It turns out his name is Deidara from Iwagakure, he’s a bombing expert previously from Iwa’s Explosion Corps, and his partner is Akasuna no Sasori, the poison and puppeteer master from Sunagakure. We were all gathered at our kitchen table, our group work flowed nearly flawless, and everyone works with one another, watching what everyone else does to make sure of our next move. I don’t want to have any doubt in this group anymore. This will be one of our most amazing feats. Some may say we’re desperate, insane, lame, or just plain stupid, but it doesn’t matter at least we’re getting our asses in gear and doing something. We’ll head out now, as far as the information we’ve received, this Akatsuki duo is in the Land of Rivers in the Village Hidden in Valleys. From our destination to the village, I would estimate a day’s travel if we kept going. The sun passed slowly with each leap through the trees, it was boring traveling with these twits. I couldn’t make a conversation with their shoes for all that they were worth.

Night fall never needed to come, 25 meters ahead of us the Akatsuki duo was walking in our direction. If it was our lucky day, it must have been today. Renka as leader of the group launched an Earth jutsu using a crater to block the Akatsuki’s path in return he received a metallic tail. The tail didn’t kill him and while in the air it’s nearly impossible to dodge but he spun and it only cut the epidermis of his arm, not enough to draw blood, so he was still combat worthy. Mai and Hiroshi, more of my teammates, shot a "Water Style: Tornado Spear" and "Lightning Style: Electric Raid" to stall Sasori, the shorter looking teammate. He seemed to scowl like this was a simple chore he didn’t want to deal with. He looked down on us, clearly.

“Looks like we’ve got an ambush set for us. Huh, Sasori, my man.”

“They’re weak, finish it quick,” The shorter man said with a deep a coarse voice.

I would refuse failure but if I died at least I died in battle… And I’d like to put up a fight! Deidara released several white spiders from a ball he tossed into the air. If I remember correctly, Deidara is an explosives expert. Although small his little creatures tore the ground wide open to reveal a cavern of sorts and blew up one of the men on the team. Some of us got sent falling to our death.

Into the Abyss

The small battle was brief but to be honest… I was glad to be rid of that “mercenary group” I was a part of. Before that… On the battlefield above I had enough distractions pulling Deidara and Sasori’s attention that I was able to assassinate Deidara from behind. At least that’s how it should have happened.

Instead, I was knocked into the cavern with him and entered into a fist fight. I got the last blow to his face before he released a weird looking bird to kill me.

I woke up in the dark. My fall shouldn’t have been so hard but that cavern was deep. “GAH! Get off my crotch hn!” What… he’s not dead? I did as he asked but I wish I knew where we were. There were make-shift lanterns in my pouch, I used one to lighten the area. The little flame made a fizzling noise. The little illumination had shown a dull yellow on his face and mine. His eyes were strange… as if he were seeing things in detail… “Well, don’t you have fine lips hn.” There weren’t any deep gashes to either of us but I’m sure we’ll be sore for the next week or so with a little head trauma.

“You’ve got a deep voice. And here I thought you looked a little girl-ish,” I stated to him apologizing for the mistake. This was perhaps the best chance to take him out right now but… I’d rather get out of here first besides he wouldn’t be dumb enough to stumble in the darkness of a small cave against an opponent who’s been attacking him in close combat.

“You thought I was a woman? Yeah, like I don’t get that a lot.” He rolled his only visible eye sarcastically.

“Well, you are of average height for woman and have long blonde hair, what else should I have thought. That’s besides the point right now,” I scowled at him. “Help me get out of here? If you try an explosion on the ceiling, we’ll BOTH get crushed…” Although he should resent me, he agreed to my request and so we began walking in the direction we believed was west.

I hated small spaces. The width of the valley was barely wide enough for a fettle position and only taller than both of us standing on one another. My breathing was a little uneven that posed a problem. We’re underground and the air supply is limited. “Hey, you’ve got a problem or something?” I heard him say to me.

My chest felt like it was constricting, “I’m fine; we’re going to get out of here right?”

“Un.” He knows something’s wrong with me; I can’t stand these walls. “Look if you’re going to start heaving, we’re stopping ok!” I do as he says and sit down in the cramped space with my head between my knees. Deidara sits across from me crossing his legs and staring at me bored-like.

“You don’t have to stare!” I grabbed a handful of dirt and toss it at him.

“Geez, emotional much?” He’s mocking me.

“My name is [ ]…”

“Alright, [ ]; what did you think of my art earlier, huh?” What…? Art?

I raised my head and stared at him. “Those weird contraption animals that got us here in the first place!?” Our voices became louder and resonated through the cavern.

“They’re not weird, they’re beautiful! Or would you like to see them again.”

“Are you trying to get us killed down here!?”

“I have to kill you for attacking me and Sasori, hn!” He had this funny habit of grunting, I noticed. If it weren’t for the situation we were in. I’d have found it adorable.

“Well, apparently, we failed! How’s that?!”

“Pitiful! Your friends up there are probably dead by now.”

“Yeah, that matters,” I said sarcastically. It obviously should have, but it didn’t to me.

Deidara’s one eye opened wide as he stared back at me. “You don’t care about them?”

“They’re dimwits…” I shuffled up to my feet. “Get up, start moving…” The walk towards an exit that may never be found seemed endless… and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed Deidara’s hair from behind.

“Hey! Knock it off…” I didn’t let go…

“We’re stuck down here; I’m making the most of it…” Our confrontation during our descent started physically, but it escalated verbally. Repeatedly, I guess… I’m having fun.

This is the Wrong Place for That

The walk wasn’t depressing as it should have been; I started talking to the blonde artist. I told him how I was blamed for the death of a feudal lords’ family… mistresses more like it… I helped found the mercenary group that I was a part of and how pathetic they really were… The more time spent down here and where I’m forced to stick with this one person, I started to smile. My heart flutters that stupid feeling like a schoolgirl genin but I can’t help it. I want to see him smile too.

The cave started to become narrower, my claustrophobia pulling up back to the surface… A dead end… the cavern stops here. “Great,” I wheezed. “What now?” Deidara started pounding on the wall, tapping it…

“It sounds pretty hollow on the other side; maybe I should blow the wall open.” Hmmm, he doesn’t seem wrong, I’d rather not have my skin seared off, but I don’t want to die down here either. I nod in agreement to this, and we stand back when he summons a clay cricket from the palm of his hand. Small but effective in his hands.

{Deidara’s View}

I blew open the wall and the sound vibrated through the hollow. The opening revealed a dimly lit hallway of swirls. It sure was dreary. I wonder who this place belongs to? Hm, undergrou- I didn’t finish my thought, [ ] scrambled over me through the opening shoving in my face into the wall. “You could say “Excuse me,” you know?!”

“You were taking too long and there’s no point in arguing with me since… We’re still underground!”

“And it’s my fault…?” I looked at her with an incredulous expression and they began to pout. What a cutie. Huh, awkward feeling I’m getting in my stomach… whatever. I hop out of the opening I created and started walking, this might be someone else’s territory and I’d rather not stay put to find out.

“Do you even know where you’re going!?” They screamed behind me.

“No, not really but see ya later!” We’re out of the cavern now, what use do I have for ‘em now.

I guess they didn’t think the way I did; [ ] followed me through the endless maze of hallways with wondering eyes. I’m thinking they were checking me out, I mean why not.

They caught me off guard, “That’s a smug look you have on your face…”

I looked back at them, “What do you mean, this is my face get used to it.” Our little arguments continued from conversations that were supposed to be “friendly” but that never seemed to work out. In the next corridor we turn to, I get a strange surprise, caged people. They all look up with terror as if expecting something. It looked like they’ve been here for a while.

Someone from inside a cage rushes up to me, “Can you help us?”

“Really…? Where are we?” [ ] asks while pushing up against my back.

“I don’t know ask them.” I turned to the prisoners. “Why are you all caged up?”

“Orochimaru… He performs experiments on his prisoners.” Orochimaru… My lips curl into a smirk.

“So, this Orochimaru’s place huh... Do you happen to know if he’s in the den right now?”

A murmur erupts from the crowd of prisoners and someone one the other end of the hall replied, “He’s at the eastern base right now… in the Land of Fire.”

Hmmm, that’s pretty for from here, but “Where is this base?” I kneeled to their eye level.

“On the border of the Land of Wind and Land of Rivers, huh.” My shoulders slumped in disappointment. “Well, if it gets him irritated when he comes back here, I’ll let you all free hn.” They all looked up at me now not with terror but with hope. So, I blew off the hinges and locks of the cages with a little centipede. [ ] looked at me with a face of admiration and confusion. “What… I’m not heartless, geez. Orochimaru’s gonna get a kick out of losing some of his prisoners anyway.”

We followed the prisoners to where they thought the exit is. They’re like rats; they go in the direction of least danger.

{Normal View}

Deidara was confident and had a strange humor to him. He made me feel like I’m dreaming and the stress from before blew away. I don’t think I want this feeling to go away. He smiled and I’d get a little dizzy. I wanted power and, at first, I was hoping his corpse could help my reputation. But we just meet, and as enemies to boot, I didn’t think I’d feel…

{Deidara’s View}

My first impression of [ ]? Oblivious, short-tempered, and tough. Well, at least they acted tough. The face they made towards one of the children prisoners though made me stop and stare a little. For someone so tough and vigilant, they’re just… a sweet person overall. I never dreamed that I could feel…

Love

{Normal View}

The bright sunlight burned my pupils nearly shut. All the prisoners ran from the exit and scattered, a few of them looked back to wave goodbye, and one woman hugged Deidara before running off. He doesn’t seem to be one for gratitude as I noticed the discomfort on his face. “Hmmm, you know I think I’ll just blow this place sky high hn.”

That’s the one thing that always came up in a conversation with him; he called his explosions art. I let him do as he pleased, an stepped back from the entrance of the base. He didn’t argue with me when we took off on one of his clay birds. It’s strange he would let me travel with him but he hasn’t tried killing me since the cave. So, I hoped, we’d be friends. But that thought was pushed aside when he grabbed me over the shoulders and I could barely mutter out a word. “You were shaking. It’s cold up here for you?” It’s not like a big sweater would be useful for an assassin type like me but yes, I was a little chilly. My nose felt like it was freezing and I nuzzled it into the crook of his neck and cloak and he squeezed my head.

“Hmm, ticklish much?” I purred.

“Uh, that usually doesn’t happen to me since I fly solo and all.”

{Third POV}

The trip to their destination where they were supposed to have a mission with Sasori was quiet in the wind and sky. The two of them couldn’t speak properly even their minds as they rehearsed what to say to each other. But instead, each took side wards glances at the other. All of the feelings from their first meeting to the cavern until now: anger, embarrassment, irritation, bliss… Made them question themselves at least three times since they started talking… “Could I possibly love you?”

A/N: Once upon a time I said in the author’s note, “I'm most proud of this one-shot. It makes me feel all tingly inside and I don't even "have a thang" for Deidara.” Aka, I wasn’t horny for Deidara then and I'm atill not now, which was really beneficial for some fluff. 🤗 Tbh, this wasn't as bad as the Kakashi one-shot; I could actually read through this one without a grimace.

Up next is Envy (FMA/FMA:B) for my revisited one-shots.

[erimeows]

Bloodborne

So, this is the third installment of my Akatsuki x Reader series. If you'd like context for this oneshot, read the first part here on AO3! Hope you guys enjoy- more chapters centered around the other Akatsuki members will be posted soon (:

Every Friday night since you’ve joined the Akatsuki, you find yourself in Sasori’s bedroom at the Akatsuki’s main hideout. You sit on a stool with your body tense as he sits directly across from you and focuses on his work. You can’t bear to look, so you close your eyes and hold your breath when you see the man start to unpack and prep the needle he’s going to use.

You wince from the sensation of having your blood drawn- the needle being pushed into your vein, the tourniquet wrapped around your arm, the headache that comes with squeezing your eyes shut. 

In return for saving your life once, you promised Sasori that he would be able to use samples of your blood whenever he needed them. You have a rare kekkei genkai that allows you to produce poison from your skin, and apparently, there’s enough of that poison in your bloodstream for Sasori to use in his puppets. 

You tend to keep your word, so as he requested earlier on in your ‘friendship’ (or, you like to think it’s a friendship), you come to his room once a week and let him draw your blood. The two of you chat about what’s going on in the Akatsuki, and honestly, you thought the two of you were getting somewhere. Underneath his Hiruko puppet, Sasori is quite attractive- he’s intelligent, creative, beautiful, strong, and easy to be around. You crushed on him from the start and assumed that with so many weeks of spending time together, he would at least see you as a friend, but…

“You seem on edge… More so than usual,” Sasori points out as he smoothly slides the needle out of your arm, stores the blood in vials, and wraps your bleeding arm. Then, he unwraps the tourniquet and leans in- perhaps a little too close. He smells like fresh cut wood and cedar, and his fluffy scarlet locks are ruffled from a long day of working on his puppets. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” You lie through your teeth, standing up and clutching your arm.

Sasori rolls his eyes and turns to label your vials of blood before putting them in his miniature freezer. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” He points out with his back turned to you.

You frown.

“How can you tell?”

“I’ve been alive a long time… Been around,” Sasori turns in his chair again, this time to face you. The expression on his face is calm and leveled as always. You can’t help but find it frustrating. You know full well that, a few times, you’ve lost your composure in front of him; shown up injured and in need of help, cried when you were in pain, let little hints of your feelings towards him slip. Sasori, on the other hand, is always composed. He seems slightly fond of you and that’s it. You’ve seen no signs of love or adoration or even of just a little crush, and he’s certainly never shown weakness in front of you. He merely shrugs as he continues to talk, not meeting your eyes. “You learn things, especially when you’ve been lied to your whole life.”

“That’s awfully cryptic,” You respond, sitting back down and staring up at the ceiling.

Now, you can feel him looking at you again, but you refuse to meet his prying gaze. If he can already tell when you’re lying, letting him look straight into your eyes will only make your situation worse. 

“As I tend to be… But what’s bothering you?”

“I was talking with Deidara,” You finally admit.

Earlier in the day, Deidara heavily scolded you for spending so much time with Sasori, insisting that the puppet-user held no fondness for you and was strictly using you for your blood. While that was what you intended your relationship with Sasori to be at the beginning, you’d hate to think that after all the nights spent in his room talking to him while doing this, that he isn’t even remotely interested in you. But, he is a cold man, and Deidara knows him better than anyone else in the Akatsuki… So you can’t brush Deidara’s words off as easily as you’d like.

“Oh, please,” Sasori scoffs, rolling his eyes again. “What did that idiot say that’s put you in a mood like this?”

You wince at Sasori’s tone. Though he’s clearly not upset with you, it sounds like he’s already agitated with Deidara- a regular occurrence, from how you’ve seen the two of them interact. 

“Don’t be mad.”

“Have you ever seen me angry?” Sasori asks as if the answer should be ‘no’.

“Only when someone keeps you waiting,” You shrug, then think back to the many times you’ve seen him lash out at Deidara for either showing up late to a planned meeting or arguing with him about their perspectives on art. “Or when it’s Deidara…”

“Let me rephrase that… Have you ever seen me angry with you?”

“Well, no.”

“Then spit it out.”

At that, you twiddle your thumbs and do everything that you can to avoid Sasori’s icy gaze.

“He said that… Well…”

“What?”

“I consider you a friend, but he said that you were just using me for my blood, which I guess is fine- that was the agreement since you saved me,” You explain. You’re so anxious that your stomach churns with anxiety as you continue. “But he said that one day you’d get sick of dealing with me and that you’d kill me and turn me into a puppet.”

Sasori simply shakes his head, as if your words are completely ridiculous. 

“I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’d eventually run out of poison, since it comes from your veins. If I were to take those out to make you into a puppet, you’d be useless,” Upon hearing Sasori’s words, you can feel your expression drop. It’s like he’s only keeping you alive because it’s practical- not because he enjoys having you around. “It’s not just that, I…”

“You what?” You question.

“I don’t mind your company. I have a million spies and a million assistants, (y/n),” Sasori reaches forward and, much to your surprise, places a single hand on top of your knee. You nearly jump out of your skin at the touch- on a normal night, he wouldn’t dare put his hands on you unless it was to draw blood, and even then, he’s usually gloved. “If I didn’t want to be around you, I would have them do this and bring me the samples back- or I would have them find another member of your clan to use instead.”

You furrow your brow and stand up to leave the room once more.

“So all I am to you is bearable.”

“That’s not it at all. This is grunt work, (y/n),” Sasori stands as well and follows after you. Before you can reach the door, Sasori catches your wrist in one hand. “I’m doing it to be in your presence… At least more than the others are.”

“I’m glad you enjoy my company, then.”

“I more than enjoy it,” Sasori pauses. You look back at him, confused. Though his expression tends to appear flat, he actually seems conflicted. His wooden fingers still wrapped around your wrist make your heart beat hard and fast in your chest. Then, looking you straight in the eye, he confesses. “I assumed I’d lost the ability to feel love a long time ago, but you’ve made me realize… That I’ve merely been around the wrong people all this time.”

You don’t believe it at first. If Deidara was right, this can’t be true. Maybe Sasori sees you as a friend and is trying to spare your feelings? Or maybe he’s just trying to keep you around so he can keep using your blood? With that thought, you try to reassure him that he doesn’t have to sweet talk you for you to keep to your arrangement.

“Sasori, you don’t have to-”

“No, let me finish,” Sasori interjects, shaking his head and moving to stand closer to you. “I don’t want you to feel as if I don’t value you for you.”

“What… What do you mean by that?”

“Of course, when we first met, our arrangement was merely for convenience, but… I’ve developed these feelings for you that I believed were impossible…”

Finally, Sasori leans in and presses his lips against yours. They’re incredibly soft and delicate- one of the few human parts from his old body that he kept when he transferred his soul into the puppet version of himself. Regardless of how taken aback you are, when Sasori releases your wrist, you manage to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. 

“Sasori,” You whisper, pulling away and staring straight at him. Before, you wouldn’t have been so bold, but it seems as if he likes the attention as he smiles down at you. He allows his eyes to flutter shut with his long lashes resting against his high wooden cheekbones. “Does that mean… That you…?”

“I love you,” He clarifies, putting an end to your misery. You let out a sigh of relief at the same time that butterflies start to flutter around your stomach. Briefly, you start to think that joining the Akatsuki might’ve been one of the best things that’s ever happened to you. “So tell that fool Deidara to shove it next time he tells you that I’m using you for your blood… Part of why I’ve been doing this is to get closer to you.”

“Ha, okay. I’ll be sure to tell him.”

“Come again next Friday, my dear, and I promise I’ll show you just how much I love you. I’ll plan something wonderful to repay you for all you’ve done for me. How does that sound?”

You grin, then lean in to kiss the redhead again.

“I’d love that.”

[yowyowyaoi]

Deidara: *wakes up suddenly panting and gasping, near tears*

Sasori, next to him, reading: Dei? What’s the matter?

Deidara, quickly turning on his side, embarrassed: N-nothing, hm. Just a bad dream.

Sasori: *starts to reach out to touch Deidara’s shoulder* Baby —

Deidara: *shrugs Sasori’s hand off* I’m sorry I bothered you, hm. 

Sasori: *puts down his book and puts both arms around Deidara, burying his face against his neck*

Sasori: It only bothers me when you don’t tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. You are my love. You are my LIFE. I want you to tell me when things are bothering you. *starts kissing Deidara’s shoulder* My sweetheart, my angel, talk to me. What did you dream?

Deidara: *turning around in Sasori’s arms and tucking his head in his chest*

Deidara: I was … a child. And I was in my bed, and … and … I heard a noise, hm. I got up, I looked into the sitting room, and by the fire was … a huge man, hm. He was dressed in red and white, with a long white beard, and a big hat. And I had one of my socks hanging by the fireplace. And this man, he looked at me, then he looked at my sock, he opened it up, and he put a huge lump of coal inside, hm!

Sasori: 

Sasori: So … so you had the —

Hidan, from the other side of the wall: GodDAMN blondie, did you have that gay-ass Santa Claus dream again?!

Deidara, yelling back: Shut up! You have no idea how scary that dream is!

Itachi, from the opposite wall: You know that dream is a product of your guilty conscience, Deidara. If you didn’t do so many bad things during the year you wouldn’t be worrying about coal in your stocking come Christmas.

Deidara: Hey, fuck off, Uchiha! How much coal do you think YOU’RE getting for killing your clan?!

Kisame: Hey, kid; you made him cry!  Apologize before I come in there and bite your head off!

Tobi, from the hallway: Don’t worry, Senpai! Tobi always has lots of candy in his stocking! Tobi will share with you!

Kakuzu: You’re the worst out of all of us, Tobi. You only have that much candy because you steal it from Konan!

Tobi, in Obito voice: Shut up, old man. You’re hardly one to talk about stealing!

Hidan: Oi, piss off, mask-boy! Doesn’t matter how much candy you offer Deidara; he’d STILL rather fuck the puppet than YOU!  Tobi: That’s it; come out and fight me like a man!!

Sasori: … this house is a nightmare …

Santa Claus, watching the hideout from afar: 

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can i request the akatsuki members reaction to the reader wearing a prosthetic mask and having burn scars under it? (like sally face lol)

Omg this yes

The akatsuki has seen and been through A LOT. They may be hardened criminals but they would also be the most understanding about pretty much everything. They would just show it differently.

🏮Tobi:

•I feel like he’d be the most understanding since he wears one for similar reasons. He would never pressure you to remove your mask or show your face. He’d be so patient about it too, even if that meant waiting years.

•when the time comes when you feel comfortable enough to show him, he’d look at you with pride. I could see him gently caressing your scars and telling you how proud he is of you and that you’re so beautiful/ handsome.

•Tobi would never hesitate to show you how much he cares/loves you. Especially if he knows you’re feeling a little insecure. Would plaster your scars with kisses and gentle touches. He would also go out and buy you creams, whether it’s scar cream, or just regular moisturizer. Tobi would take his time massaging it into your skin, not missing a spot.

•he would offer his mask to you(if yours broke or it didn’t feel comfortable against your skin) Tobi would think you’re the cutest person in the world if you took him up on that offer, but yet again he thinks you’re the cutest person ever regardless.

🏮Zetsu:

•I personally feel like white Zetsu would be more comforting towards you about it. He wouldn’t push or pry, he’d be curious yes, but he wouldn’t force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

•black Zetsu would keep his curiosity to himself and would be content either way. If you trusted him enough with showing him your face, he’d never break your trust. He wouldn’t tell anybody, no matter how much they would ask or beg even.

•all in all, Zetsu would be happy as long as you are. He would feel honored that you trusted him.

•has a hard time voicing his affections and feelings so most of the time Zetsu would randomly caress and touch your face, over the mask when around others, and would pull your mask up so he can see your face when you’re alone with him.

🏮Itachi:

•sweet boy.

•just like Tobi, Itachi would never coerce you. Would be so attentive and patient.

•when the day came that you took your mask off in front of him for the first time, he’d fall in love with you all over again. To know that somebody feels so safe around him to show him something nobody else knows, he’d be so happy.

•the first thing he would do is kiss you. Wanting you to know that he loves you no matter what. (We love a non judgmental man)

•Itachi would always ask you before touching your scars and would never get upset if you said no. (If they were still sensitive or you weren’t comfortable with that yet, etc)

🏮Kisame:

•big shark man..oooof. Kisame is the type of man to love you for who you are, no matter what. Even if you had webbed feet or four eyes.

•kisa has gone through moments where he would feel insecure due to his looks and sheer size. Always wondering how he could be loved by somebody.

•so when you decided to take your mask off in front of him for the first time, his eyes would be hearts. No literally ❤️_❤️, this would be how he’d stare at you for the first few minutes after.

•from that point on he would cup your face in his big hands, planting a big ole kiss on you. When it gets colder, he’d use his body heat to keep your face warm. Knows that scars can be sensitive and sometimes even painful when the weather shifts.

🏮Kakuzu

•never really cared for anything or anybody except for money so when you came along, you intrigued him more than cash ever did. Which is rare for him.

•would be very accepting towards the mask, since he wears one too.

•wouldn’t voice it right away but he would think you’re a total badass when he sees you without it for the first time. Makes a comment about you being a mini him. Tends to use humor and soft jokes as his main way of showing affection.

•if you ever felt comfortable enough, would totally let you wear his mask. He would think you look so cute. He’s also a big gift giver so I could imagine him getting you a custom mask. Would make that man feel good seeing you walk around wearing something he gave you.

🏮Hidan:

•our sadistic baby. When you two first met, he made a comment about you being just like Kakuzu. “What’s with you people? Why hide all the time?”

•wouldn’t think much of it at the beginning, only because he’s around a handful of people who wear masks and use other things to hide their identity.

•when he puts 2 and 2 together and realizes you wear it for a different reason, he would be so protective of you. If he sees someone trying to remove your mask, he’d freak. Say bye bye. If he hears others talking bad about you for wearing it, he would make sure they know to keep their mouths shut.

•his protective nature would only increase after you show him your face for the first time.

•whenever the two of you are out and about, he would keep a spare tube of moisturizer on him in case you needed it.

•he’s always seen as some cultist asshole but he has a soft side(if you disagree, argue with the wall lol) would coo cute little praises and compliments towards you. He’d want you to know how pretty you are at all times.

🏮deidara:

•would react similarly to Hidan at the beginning. He’s so used to Sasori hiding his real face/body from the world so he wouldn’t bat an eye towards your mask.

•when you got comfortable around him to show him, you’d be his muse.

•deidara would draw and make small sculptures of you with his clay. Would place them proudly on his desk/bedside table, etc. only if you want him too, of course. he wouldn’t do it if he felt like you weren’t 100% in on the idea.

•would marvel at you anytime he got, even during times when you two were around others and your mask was back on. Deidara loved the idea that he has his own little private art piece that only he sees.

🏮Sasori:

•just like deidara, Sasori wouldn’t think twice about why you keep yourself hidden. Wouldn’t force, push, pry, or beg you to take it off. He wants you to feel safe around him for you to do so.

•Sasori is more reserved and quiet compared to the rest of his akatsuki mates, but that would change the day you showed him your face.

•compliments such as “gods you’re irresistible”, and “come here, let me paint/draw you” would slip past the red heads lips.

•his biggest pride is his art, so just like Dei, you would become Sasori’s muse. Would love nothing more than to sketch your features all the time. He wants you to know that he loves you. So much

•another thing I could see him doing, as long as you’re comfortable with it, would be for him to draw or paint on your scars. His paintbrush would be soft against your skin as he moves the brush all along your face. Sasori would take in the soft hums and contented noises you make as he does this.

🏮Konan:

•would think your mask is cute, especially if you added things to it to make it suit your personality more(stickers, small drawings, etc)

•Konan would compliment your mask all the time. “You’re so cute, you know that right?” Or “I don’t know how much cuter you could get. Mask or not.”

•she would want to add something to your mask, would definitely make an origami butterfly to stick on there somewhere. I could see her choosing your cheek. She would also randomly come up to you and kiss your mask

•the day that you show Konan what you look like without it, she wouldn’t say anything at first. She would simply plant her lips softly against your scars, making sure to cover them completely with little affectionate smooches.

•everyday after that when you two are alone she’d lift your mask slightly, wanting to see your face as it’s her happy place. Would smother you in soft kisses before gently pulling it back down.

🏮pain:

•being the leader of a criminal organization can be hectic, chaotic and stressful. Wouldn’t pay much mind to the mask for quite some time, not because he doesn’t care but he wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if he draws to much attention to it.

•he’d be in his office when you knock. His first thought would be that you’re going to talk to him about a mission but would turn speechless when you take your mask off. His gaze lingers on your scars as he takes in your beauty.

•pain would gesture you to come to him, pulling you into his lap as he gently traces your scars with his finger.

•he would reassure you that you’re beautiful, and that he is so proud of you for taking such a big step in trust.

•eye contact is a big thing for him, as he feels like it’s an intimate connection and would always make sure to look you in the eyes when he compliments you so you know he means it.

I hope you enjoy this, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so excuse this if it sucks. I’d love more soft writing prompts about the akatsuki🥰

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Hello! How would each member hold their partner's hand? ^^

Holds it firmly because they’re confident in their relationship and want to show off their partner: Pein, Konan, Itachi, Hidan

Holds it tightly like they’re afraid their partner will leave or something will take them away: Konan, Kisame, Obito

Holds it crushingly tight because they’re possessive: Hidan, Kakuzu, Obito

Holds it shyly/nervously like they’re afraid of scaring off their partner: Nagato, Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, Obito

Almost doesn’t count because their fingers are barely touching (it’s more like brushing their hands together as they walk): Sasori, Zetsu

Doesn’t like to hold their partner’s hand but will do it if forced, begged, provoked, or bribed: Sasori, Kakuzu

BONUS:

Won’t initiate: Sasori, Kakuzu, Zetsu

Won’t initiate, but are secretly hoping their partner does, and will gladly accept it/be happy when it happens: Nagato, Kisame, Itachi

Initiates most of the time: Konan, Hidan, Deidara, Obito

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