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immoralimmortals · 1 year ago

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

Commission info ✧ My reader x Akatsuki fic, A Song With Ten Names

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

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

Akatsuki Marriage Headcanons, for real this time:

Pain:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Konan:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obito:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zetsu:

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

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

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

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

Let him taste you.

How can you tell him no?

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

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

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

Hidan:

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

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

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

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

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

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

...And then he will pray to you.

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

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

Kakuzu:

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasori:

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

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

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

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

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

Where no one can hear him confess to you.

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

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

Kisame:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Itachi:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cosmic-glow · 1 year ago

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

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

"Are you hungry, love?"- Akatsuki

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

Itachi Uchiha

He always offers you help in the kitchen.

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

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

Likes hot foods and pasta. Loves handmade sweets.

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

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

Kisame Hoshigaki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deidara

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasori

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kakuzu

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hidan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zetsu

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobi/Obito Uchiha

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

Both Tobi and Obito don't like spicy food.

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

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

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

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

Pein

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

Likes hot and spicy foods. Hate sweets.

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

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

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

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

Konan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry for any typos;

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mabzerie · 6 months ago

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“Plucked too soon.”

A birthday gift for my dear friend Tak @immoralimmortals !!! This is fanart of chapter 55 from her Akatsuki x reader fic, A Song With Ten Names !! Go check it out :D

Alt version and close ups below the cut

#aswtn fanart #my art <3 #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki oc #akatsuki x oc #other ppls ocs #zetsu #zetsu x oc #zetsu x reader

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indigosuvi · 1 year ago

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Hello! May I request Zetsu, Kakuzo and Kizame with a demon s/o who never let them touch too close to their horns, the reason is that s/o horns are very sensitive and make them start to purr and move their tail around (kinda like a cat) please?

(sorry for any errors, English is not my first language!)

S/O With Horns

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 248 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Featuring: Zetsu, Kakuzu, and Kisame

Author's Note: I do hope that this was what you wanted. Also, your English is fine! 🩵

Zetsu completely gets it. He's not a human. He doesn't judge you in any way. White Zetsu is completely innocently curious about you. He asks genuine questions. Black Zetsu, depending on how long you've been together, would be the exact opposite. White would only touch your horns with permission and would talk about how cute your purrs were. Black only touched them when you pissed him off. He's angry; now you are, too.

Kakuzu is completely oblivious to your appearance. You begin to doubt that he actually pays attention to you. It wasn't until one day that you were both headed to bed. He reached over and stroked your horn. An attempt to remove the thing sticking out of your head. You purred and swatted his hand away. He simply smiled, whether to touch you again or talk about the horns on your head. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do first.

He's not exactly human-looking. Kisame gets it. There's no judgment from him. He supports you in any way and will fight those who speak badly to you. He's not going to pet your horns without permission. When he hears you making noise, he can't help but smile. Only when you are both at home will he ever touch your horns to hear your purrs. He also has a tendency to growl when you touch certain parts of him (similar to your purrs, and only when you both are alone and in a teasing mood).

Tag List: @eli-chris

#kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #zetsu x reader #white zetsu x reader #black zetsu x reader #kakuzu imagine #kisame imagine #zetsu imagine #kisame headcanons #kakuzu headcanons #zetsu headcanons #kakuzu scenarios #kisame scenarios #zetsu scenarios

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wing-ed-thing · 2 years ago

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Twist Akatsuki Members

𓆃 Obito Uchiha

Obito Uchiha Relationship Headcanons

Kid!Obito Platonic Sleepover with AcademyStudent!Reader Headcanons

Power Fantasy (Obito x Reader) Oneshot

𓆃 Zetsu

Kisame x Reader x Zetsu Platonic Relationship Headcanons

Battle Commentary (Zetsu x Reader) Oneshot

Symbiosis (Zetsu x Reader) Oneshot

Lockbox (Zetsu x Reader) Oneshot

Links: 8

#obito x reader #zetsu x reader

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or0ch1maru · 4 months ago

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hiiii babes🫶🏻let’s get into it while I work on some posts

vaguely nsfw asks

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

#ask me anything #ask me #questions #question list #fun #akatsuki #akatsuki members #hidan headcanon #zetsu x reader #hidan smut

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or0ch1maru · 1 year ago

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18+, minors, ageless, and troll blogs DNI

just imagine your partner coming home after a particularly bad mission. barely giving you time to acknowledge their presence before they have your face mushed into the carpet. their cock bullying its way into your warm walls. getting lost in the way you squirt against them as they keep up with their relentless pace. groaning as a white ring forms at the base of their dick. their nails leaving crescent shaped marks on your hips from how tightly they’re gripping you. your back so deeply arched that you know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow but not caring as you go drunk on your lovers cock. their signature wolfy grin forming on their face as they watch your eyes roll back and drool pooling on the floor under you..

HIDAN, KAKUZU, KISAME, ZABUZA, JUZO, Itachi, deidara, Sasori, pain, Konan, Orochimaru, Zetsu, Obito, TOJI, SUGURU, SATORU, SUKUNA, Nanami, Shoko, GRIMMJOW, KENPACHI, KID, ZORO, CROCODILE, Mihawk, Buggy, & whoever else..

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11-eeee · 1 year ago

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immoralimmortals · 10 months ago

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ok so what if, hear me out Takara was pregnant (gasp) nah like I want to hear your thoughts on this

So all cards on the table...miracle of life, wonderful, wonderful thing... Yeah, I know all that. But all the same, pregnancy to me is largely a form of body horror. A lot of this is going to be on the fly since it's not my cup of tea. So putting that aside and trying to make the subject warm and romantic, here are some thoughts on what it'd be like if Takara was pregnant:

You KNOW they dote on her. Absolute kings. There isn't a day that passes where ten separate Akatsuki members come up to her, if not multiple times, to make sure she's okay.

Itachi swears she's radiant, glowing like she's holy. You've heard this all before in other headcanons on this site-- he's over the moon with love. Glued to her side, yet somehow not overbearing. 10/10, I'd let this man be with me during my morning sickness. Takara will want for nothing. Probably becomes the most overtly sweet and romantic in all the time they've known each other, gently stroking her skin and kissing her head. When it comes to the point where she's "showing", he's quick to tell Kisame to do tasks for Takara whenever she's about to do something, and he has to be reminded she's not useless and it's good for both her and the pregnancy to continue being active.

You thought Kisame was awkward and cautious *before*? He's at the point where every single little touch, regardless how small or where it is on her body, is so, so purposeful. Nothing he does is haphazard. He will clear paths for her if necessary. He's her knight, her guardian, placing himself between her and the rest of the world. Definitely at one point rests his head on her belly and cries. He's very quick to answer to Itachi's orders and further enables inactivity. It is a lot easier to use his body to interact with other things than it is to use it to directly touch her; he's up for anything. He'll mow down a mountain just so she could go for a walk without having an incline. He will walk to town to buy her flowers every single day.

Hidan gets...quieter around her, especially as the pregnancy begins to show. He's more observant than before. Still gets into his usual attitudes if he doesn't understand or see something coming ("What? You seemed FINE a second ago! What do you MEAN you're gonna throw up!")...but he's certainly taking all this in. What does it mean to Jashin if someone brings forth life instead of takes it? He holds his prayer beads and feels the sigil between his fingers, only shutting his eyes to pray once she is surely asleep. He'll wonder a lot, eventually out loud, what the baby is going to be like, who they'll grow up to be, what it'll be like to have one around. He won't say it, but he's nervous as hell for that part. It's a whole new human being.

Kakuzu is so fucking stressed. This man is the closest in the group to being a normal-ass man with a normal-ass job and goal. He is trying to coordinate enough income for eleven fucking people to live at least somewhat comfortably. You're going to add a BABY? Good lord he might break. That being said, he's a worrywort that's always a little bit on edge. If someone is fucking around with her or the pregnancy too much, he will actually hit you. ...But not until he took you outside, she doesn't need to see it and stress herself or the baby. He is also especially concerned about accidentally being too rough. She'd have to convince him to touch her or sit next to her. Once she does? He finally relaxes, and he's in heaven. There's a whole world that fits right in his arms. He has a second chance not just with her but this child to have a life worth living.

Deidara is the most to treat her like...a normal human being undergoing a body change? I'm not saying he's uncaring, more like he's the best at not losing his fucking mind. Most willing to just hang out and not make it weird, let her do things on her own. Other people-- no, literally everyone else-- will see her reaching up in the kitchen cabinet for a mug and will scold him for not jumping to do it for her. He argues otherwise-- and it makes sense-- so therefore the other person gets pissed off. He tells Takara to be grateful for what he does for her independence, and she genuinely is, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek that makes him bright red. It makes him stutter and try to move on so things are normal again. I think like Hidan-- even more so actually-- he's very curious about what it'll be like once the baby is around. It's fun to see her change little by little, day by day, too.

Sasori doesn't like change. That's kind of his whole bit. He isn't looking forward to the noise, the filth, the troubles of a baby and then later another growing person. So the pregnancy is kind of a precursor for that. Once it's clear that yes, this baby is coming, he has to make peace with it. He's the one that's most attentive about her physical health and body. He'll notice any change in color of her skin-- reddening or paling-- catch on to ANY morning sickness before she even says a word. She'd have to remind him that regardless of if the stretch marks stay, they're a part of her right now, and with that explanation he begrudgingly appreciates them. He eventually becomes entranced by the idea of teaching the child what he knows.

Konan is...wistful, I think, as well as in awe. She's kind of like Itachi in that she's very present, very gentle. But Takara being pregnant gives her a lot of...thought. Surely when she was born-- when Nagato and Yahiko were born-- their parents, too, had the best intentions in the world. A piece of her is afraid. The best laid plans can still fall into ruin, the intentions of being good parents and giving a happy life certainly did not happen to her and her friends. That being said, she finds comfort in being a pragmatic planner. She's the one that gets a routine for Takara both prenatal and then postnatal, the one that strategized how the baby is going to be educated, what kind of food they need, etc. So if nothing else-- if anything and everything goes wrong-- they at least have a plan to follow even if they panic. She also, like Itachi, finds her radiant in this time. I can see her sitting with Takara and holding her hand for hours on end, just finding peace in how much she loves her right now.

Nagato picks up where Konan leaves off on the whole planning thing. She is not to be alone at any time. She wants to go for a walk? Kisame, walk ten paces ahead, Kakuzu, ten paces behind, Deidara, go up in the trees. If she so much as scrapes her knee, there will be consequences. This will NOT be fucked up. He won't say it, but he loves her even more right now than he ever thought he could. He thinks that despite all her flaws-- any human has flaws, of course-- Takara will be the best mother to grace this universe or any other.

"Tobi" is so, so excited. While Konan is sitting next to her, he's on the floor, wrapping around Takara's legs, talking endlessly about how much fun the baby is going to be. He's also excessively careful and protective, which is in earnest at heart but also being played up so no one second guesses he's an idiot. He will throw away a cup of tea if he deems it too hot for her to drink, uncaring if it hits and spills on someone else. In private...he's quieter. I can see him putting on her socks for her as she has trouble bending, and he does it nearly reverently, looking up at her through that mask with a gaze she can feel as adoring. Obito is feeling every emotion possible. He's afraid, he's overjoyed, he's shaken, he's happy. This situation is the culmination of everything he's come to want while Takara has been here. He looks at her carrying this baby like she's Mary, mother of Jesus.

Zetsu is the funniest one. He doesn't get it. Like he DOES-- there'd be a joke where he'd say he doesn't get it and Tobi begins to explain where babies came from and Zetsu would yell at him to shut up-- but he doesn't get it. He's like me, the author, in the sense that like...if you really want to experience parenthood...why are you making a whole new baby? There are so many babies out there who NEED a parent. And you're going to fill up that slot? Humans are really genuinely so selfish, what the hell. That aside, he's at least mindful of her, in a physical and medical sense. He asks her questions, in the rare moments she is alone, and he genuinely listens and tries to engage. I think he would, finally, in at least a little way "get it" when Takara invites him to put an ear to her stomach and listen.

Everyone is excited to see who the father is, regardless of how much they say it does or doesn't matter.

#akatsuki x reader #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki x oc #pregnancy cw #itachi x reader #kisame x reader #kakuzu x reader #hidan x reader #sasori x reader #deidara x reader #konan x reader #nagato x reader #obito x reader #zetsu x reader #aswtn fic

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cosmic-glow · 1 year ago

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A Beach Day with Akatsuki

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

Warnings: mentions of deaths and alcoholic beverages. SFW.

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

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Kisame

Kisame liked the idea from the beginning.

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

Likes to surf.

And it's really good at it.

He doesn't wear sunscreen.

He spends practically all day in the water.

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

Or to buy some ice cream.

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

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

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

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

That man was so comfortable.

It upsets him to have to leave the beach.

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

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

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

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Kakuzu

He didn't want to come.

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

He is really in a bad mood.

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

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

But any noise bothers him.

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

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

Was that or kill those three.

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

He sits near some palm trees.

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

And finally the silence that he loves so much.

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

He is not sad that he has to leave.

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

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Tobi/Obito

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

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

But he doesn't surf.

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

Doesn't stop at any moment.

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

Then he would get up as if nothing had happened.

He has been bothering Deidara since they arrived.

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

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

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

He would not want to leave the beach.

Would only do it when it was getting dark.

Definitely a happy child enjoying his day at the beach.

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Hidan

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoys bothering Kakuzu... as usual.

He purposely wets Deidara's hair.

Hidan wasn't worried about sunscreen.

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

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

He has who brought the alcohol.

He keeps drinking and bothering others with silly pranks.

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

He found the day at the beach fun.

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

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Zetsu

He likes sunbathe.

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

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

White Zetsu wants to make a sand castle.

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

He likes to drink a lot of water.

Zetsu purposely walks away from the group.

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

He finds the sound of the sea very relaxing.

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

Black Zetsu wants to eat the crabs he finds.

At some point he would end up sleeping.

Would only wake up when the sun started to set.

And then finally would return to the group to leave.

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

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

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Deidara

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

The beach is a very inspiring place for an artist.

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

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

Deidara knows and likes to surf.

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

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

His bathing suit is the prettiest.

This boy has style.

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

Prefer to eat slushies.

Would want to compete with Itachi on something.

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

Collect shells <3

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

So it's useless.

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

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

At the end of the day he's sulking.

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

… But he liked it.

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Itachi

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

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

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

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

He obviously use sunscreen.

And brought it, in case anyone forgot.

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

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

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

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

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

And he made no effort to beat him.

He likes the sound of the sea.

Take the opportunity to rest for a while.

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

Itachi finds the sunset a bit melancholy but beautiful.

Is eager to return to the group's hideout.

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

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

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Pein

Honestly, he only accepted all this because of Konan.

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

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

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

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

Konan who reminded him to wear sunscreen.

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

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

Doesn't like ice cream very much.

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

He notices when someone moves away.

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

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

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

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

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

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Konan

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

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

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

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

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

She is enjoying the moment.

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

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

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

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

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

But her understand why Pein thinks it's necessary.

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

Left the beach a little reluctantly.

She who manages to convince Tobi to leave.

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

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Sasori

He wonders why he had to come along.

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

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

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

Definitely out of the question.

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

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

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

Kisame would notice and bring some for him.

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

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

He returns to the group grumpy after that.

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

Hidan and Deidara bury him in the sand.

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

But he is taking the rocks he found with him.

He doesn't want to repeat the experience.

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arabella0001 · 12 days ago

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. crescent moon

cn: slow build. tsundere madara. manipulation. light dom/sub undertones. rough sex. hurt/comfort. masturbation.

༯ pairing: madara uchiha x reader

A/N: As you know me, I’m incapable of making a request (of @velvetyome right now) without writing too much. While working on it, I realized it will definitely have more parts. Forgive me. Also, in my head, only the lyrics to Mind Games were playing.

~There’s another side that you don’t know, you don’t know~

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

暗闇

You weren’t surprised when you entered the apartment after a long day of carefully orchestrated diplomatic engagements managed by Rin. After all, Madara was a man of his word.

The apartment you were to reside in was luxurious—excessively so for your own tastes—though you appreciated the fact that he had taken your preferences into account. He had avoided opulence to a degree, choosing a more tempered design, and had modified the relaxation room to include a library and a generous amount of greenery, enough to soften the suffocating atmosphere and the stifling air of the city’s relentless agitation.

Only at the end of the night, in that trance between wakefulness and sleep, did you jolt awake, drenched in sweat, nearly repulsed by your own subconscious. The image of a tall man, long-haired and sharp-edged, above you, had yanked you back to full awareness. Uninterested in entertaining such juvenile thoughts, you forced yourself to drift off again.

Tomorrow held much to resolve, including the initial planning meetings with the man you had only just met.

The approvals you received in China regarding the relocation of the headquarters had come swiftly, likely due to Madara’s influence. Recognizing your capacity for negotiation and the acquisition of a high-value contract, he had taken note of your name among the more successful affiliated companies, trusting that you knew precisely what you were doing.

Still, things would not be as effortless as they might appear from the outside.

Rin’s voice from the back seat pulled you out of the thoughts you had been entertaining while your hand rested against the car window, the vehicle steered by the assigned driver—loyal from now on, wherever you were to go. Despite Hidan’s initially serious appearance, his demeanor bordered on childish, though you had no real complaints.

“Y/N, the first meeting of the day with the CEO and the newly assigned members of the team begins at 1:00 PM, after lunch.”

“Fucking loser! Damn, keep that busted wreck of a car in line while driving.” Hidan shook his head, muttering mostly to himself. “I swear, some people just shouldn’t be allowed behind a wheel.”

Rin shot him a warning glare through the rearview mirror, and Hidan defused the moment in his own particular fashion. “Sorry, m’am. You know how it is.”

You let out a soft chuckle, waving it off with your hand.

“No problem.” Turning your attention back to Rin, you asked, “Have you reviewed the details on the new members?”

“Yes, of course. Aside from the leader and his assistant, we have eight additional individuals whose files, received from Mister… Obito, are incomplete. Primarily, we’ve got their employment history within the company and a few surface-level details. I’ll see what more I can obtain.”

You smirked, choosing not to ask Rin how she intended to uncover more, though you had a fair idea. Your gaze returned to the window, following the blurred motion of the world until you reached your destination.

The man who initially appeared to be from the reception desk, you later discovered, had stepped out only to greet you personally.

A man with long, blond hair, pulled into a refined half-ponytail, and slanted blue eyes that pierced into you after briefly sizing you up. Contrary to his aloof expression, his voice was far more detached than you would have expected.

“I assume you’re our new business partner. Pleasure.” After you replied, your handshake was notably brief—as if he already resented the task before him. Without further ceremony, he turned and began walking toward the elevator, dragging his feet as if nothing mattered, hands buried in his pockets. “Come after me, miss.”

Deidara whistled under his breath, waiting for the lift to reach the top floor—a skyscraper that stood out from the cityscape, visible even from a considerable distance. For the average person, it might have felt intimidating. Though, at the end of the day, people ought to realize it’s nothing more than a building filled with people, like any other.

Another man, short, with crimson hair and wide, grey-brown eyes, waited silently near the door, casting an irritated glance at Deidara. At his recklessness? You couldn’t quite say. He nodded at you, stepping aside to let you enter.

Glancing around, you nearly scoffed at the meeting hall. The long, imposing table stretched across the too fancy, luxurious room. At its far end sat none other than the fair-skinned man watching you with a familiar, troubling gleam in his onyx gaze. His elbows rested on the table, hands steepled together. The arrogance of someone utterly secure in his own authority, and unapologetically so.

Before you could examine the rest of the team, you and Rin came to a pause. Eye contact was inevitable, magnetic—like a gravitational pull that dissolved the space and noise around you, allowing only the two of you to remain.

Your eyes flicked to the assistant beside him, who, to your surprise, hadn’t spared you a single glance. He was focused entirely on your friend, who offered him a pleasant smile.

Though the moment felt far longer, Madara rose from his chair in a gesture of acknowledgment, speaking for the first time since your last encounter.

“A more punctual individual than myself, I dare say. Welcome to Japan, Miss Y/N.”

You were fairly certain the tallest man in the room—the one with gill-like markings on his cheeks and shoulders, and an unusual, almost pale-blue pair of eyes (you hadn’t looked closely)—was the one who pulled the chair out for you. Kisame stepped aside so you could take your seat at the opposite end of the table, then offered the adjacent one to Rin.

“Thank you, Madara. I appreciate the assistance during the relocation to your headquarters.”

You could swear the pale-skinned man with short, spiked orange hair and multiple, almost delicate piercings furrowed his brows slightly at the casual way you pronounced the CEO’s first name.

Beyond your observations, Madara was more perceptive than usual. You didn’t appear intimidated. While, under normal circumstances, no one ought to be—it was a reaction most partners displayed nonetheless. One he found, rightly or not, deeply gratifying.

“Shall we begin?”

The voice came from a green-haired man with sharp yellow-green eyes. It was unreadable, laced with an undercurrent of irritation following your introduction. Unfortunately, you would later learn that his name was Zetsu.

An hour later, a break was called from the intense discussions, slightly unsatisfying for you, given the numerous questions left unanswered.

While Madara spoke in a low tone, almost inaudible, pen in hand as he gestured boredly toward the whiteboard scribbled with the financial outline, Zetsu leaned in close as if they were exchanging state secrets. Still, the man with piercings held a neutral gaze, hands resting on his hips, showing no sign of such a thing.

You, on the other hand, had just exhaled softly, bracing yourself for the end of the “pause” during which you’d exchanged a few words with Rin, when a cup of coffee was quietly placed in front of you.

Itachi Uchiha was one of the few members who hadn’t spoken throughout the meeting. Dressed in a suit like the others, his serious demeanor was punctuated by his tall, slender build, his pale, almost delicate skin, and his long dark hair tied back in a low ponytail, not unlike the blond, more childish man’s style.

He was assertive, a calculated man who only spoke when necessary. And with a rare, almost unsettling kind of refined beauty.

You nodded at him in gratitude, and he returned the gesture before the two of you continued as if uninterrupted.

Madara had, at that point, leaned back into his chair, resting his head on the backrest, observing the interaction with his tongue pressed thoughtfully against the inside of his cheek before speaking again.

“I imagine we don’t have much left. You must be tired of our rigidity.” The false concern he displayed was easy enough for you to dismiss.

You smiled at him, the gesture forced, your eyes vaguely unreadable.

“Oh, and here I thought we were just getting to the good part.”

He responded with the same smile—yet behind his gaze, something stirred. A fragmented image he couldn’t quite piece together. Maybe you were more intriguing than he initially suspected, which made the experience both more amusing and filled with unexpected potential.

Your answers so far had been firm, frustratingly so. No tangled personality among their partners (each rather different and difficult in their own right) seemed to shake you. He respected that. In another life, perhaps he might have even enjoyed collaborating with you in the truest sense of the word. But his plans were always more important than temporary people.

And yet, Madara had felt something, a strange instinct, throughout the meeting.

Zetsu had, at one point, sighed loudly enough to draw attention to himself, as if the discussion with you had become draining. Still, you hadn’t taken it personally.

His voice, however, carried a condescending edge.

“So, miss, just so I understand.” He didn’t seem like he truly wanted to. “You’re proposing we invest in a market where the country’s one-party rule can change regulations within forty-eight hours?” A mocking smile tugged at his mouth. “Pardon me, but how exactly would that benefit us?”

The atmosphere had shifted—tension creeping in, transferring into your tensed muscles, fueled by the subtle disrespect in his tone.

“Are you insinuating a lack of transparency or legal security from my company, Mister Zetsu?” Your tone was calm, neutral. But internally, a voice in your head simmered in irritation.

“To me, it just looks like you’re throwing money into a ‘hot’ tax zone to fool investors into thinking you’ve got traction.”

Though the issue he raised was a legitimate concern, the fact that he implied deception, despite your clean track record and years of earned results was, in this case, a blatant show of disrespect.

Madara’s voice cut through the tension, interrupting his partner. You couldn’t decipher his intention, not yet familiar enough with his demeanor, but his tone was weighty, deliberate. And it felt like… he was irritated.

“Zetsu.” Zetsu turned his head sharply toward him, brow furrowed. He wasn’t the only one in the room. “We have nothing but assumptions, which are not professionally addressed to someone who has responded clearly, leaving no room for confusion thus far. I suggest we let her speak.”

You looked at Madara, silently acknowledging him with a glance before shifting your attention back to his partner.

“Even if we’re currently benefiting from tax incentives, in three years we estimate an operational profit independent of subsidies. Our investment there isn’t for the low tax ratec, it’s for the digital ecosystem. Faster logistics, higher velocity.”

Itachi, the man who had just brought you that cup of coffee, drew the room’s attention when he spoke. Somehow, his question countered Zetsu’s, offering you the opportunity to reinforce your position. You were certain he was far more intelligent than he let on.

“Can you demonstrate the global scalability and replicability of your strategy through our platform?”

You smiled before responding, delivering your final point to close the meeting.

“We’re already in discussions for partnerships in other jurisdictions. We’re not dependent on one region. We’re using China as a testing and launch hub, but we’re preparing to replicate in fiscally stable zones, such as Central Europe or Southeast Asia.”

Itachi merely nodded, whether in approval or neutrality was unclear. As for the others: Kakuzu, the man who hadn’t spoken at all, only seemed to show genuine interest when profit was mentioned. And the only woman alonger the memebers, with violet hair, a piercing, and a connection you suspected to the orange-haired one—was quietly noting down your responses, communicating occasionally through subtle glances.

As for your friend… she had appeared engaged throughout the meeting. Or so you thought. Until, at some point, in tandem with Madara’s assistant, both their heads had tilted subtly toward their phones.

As people began filing out of the room one by one, the second-to-last was Obito, who had just stepped aside to let Rin pass. The meeting hall gradually emptied, until only Madara remained, his eyes fixed on you. Not merely watching, but objectively (or perhaps not) admiring until you lifted your gaze and slung your bag over your shoulder.

Despite the height of your heels, you still had to look up at him, which, in one way or another, irritated you. Madara, on the other hand, hadn’t once broken eye contact, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

“Should we celebrate with your new team tonight? It would be a shame not to express my appreciation for such a satisfying discussion.”

Before stepping out of the room, you gave him a response over your shoulder, the smile on your lips polite, even though you were well aware of the intent behind the invitation. Madara wanted to reinforce the partnership outside the professional sphere as well. After all, what better way to do that than over drinks?

“Send me the details. I’ll be there. One drink never hurts.”

His mouth curved slightly, the motion subtle as he began following behind you at a leisurely pace, almost as if prolonging the moment, indulging silently in the view. His eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, tracing every line without apology.

🃜 🃚 🃖

Hidan opened the car door , extending his hand like a gentleman, but the roguish gleam in his knavishly eyes betrayed the facade, sweeping over your figure with practiced audacity.

Rin, for reasons well known to herself, had never formed the warmest bond with him. She found him too vulgar, loutish enough to entertain the gesture, brushing past his hand with a look of indifference. Hidan, unfazed, simply raised his hand with lazy mockery, muttering something along the lines of “Your loss, ma’am,” though you weren’t entirely sure. Your attention had already shifted, drawn to the front of the restaurant, where both men were sharing a cigarette.

Like the two of you, they were dressed in a more casual style.

Madara in a slate-gray shirt rolled at the sleeves, dark slacks, watch glinting under the streetlight. Obito in a bomber jacket, collar popped, sleeves uneven, like he couldn’t be bothered to fix it.

Obito leaned slightly against the railing, his cigarette half-forgotten between his fingers as he stared into the middle distance. Madara, by contrast, looked straight at you. Legs relaxed, his cigarette rested between two fingers with deliberate grace, like he was decompressing from a demanding day.

“Good evening, ladies.”

Obito’s mouth twitched, just slightly, as he caught Rin watching him, offering her one of his usual half-smiles before they both looked away, speaking low amid the restaurant’s background murmurs.

Madara stepped forward, arm outstretched, gaze unwavering.

“Shall we?”

Only after you glanced once more toward Rin did Madara catch the flicker in your eyes when you looked at him— surprise, perhaps. Still, you recovered quickly, slipping on the armor of politeness as you accepted his arm without a word.

Once inside, and seated at the long table surrounded by the rest of the team, Madara made sure you were settled before moving to his own place — beside you, at the far end. After acknowledging the others with a minimal nod, he turned his attention to Zetsu, whom he had apparently spoken to earlier.

Ah, you recalled now. Zetsu hadn’t spared you so much as a glance in greeting. Not that you had expected, or wanted, one.

Beside you sat Itachi. Detached. Present, but only just, as if he were fulfilling an obligation rather than engaging with the group. He took a glass from the waiter, his gaze briefly meeting yours—a silent question in his eyes, asking if you wanted one too. You answered with a small nod and an approving smile.

To break the ice, you let out a quiet laugh before speaking.

“Seems like this is the limit for tonight.”

Itachi tilted the glass slightly, studying the amber base before sipping. Then he set it down, his eyes focused only on you as he answered.

“Did the transition here feel like a satisfying process to you? I understand how difficult it can be, entering a new environment and adjusting to unfamiliar people.”

His tone held nothing but sincerity, and it made it easier to speak plainly—abandoning the professional script, just for a moment.

“Not necessarily. I can’t deny I’ll miss China. But nothing here feels too difficult to manage. I’ve lived through enough to not be easily surprised anymore.”

He considered your words with measured silence before responding.

“That’s a useful trait. Necessary, in your field. I hope it brings you success.”

You smiled at his quiet encouragement, raising your glass slightly. He mirrored the motion.

Still, in the background, Madara was only half-engaged in his conversation with Zetsu. His other half was watching, analyzing you from another angle. Always observing.

As the evening unfolded further than you had initially intended, due in part to the two shameless glasses you’d taken while talking to Itachi, night crept toward its conclusion.

You sipped the last remnants of your drink, thoughts floating freely as you lounged back in your seat. Across the table, your assistant sat with Obito, Deidara, and Sasori, seemingly relaxed. Their conversation was punctuated with the occasional glance or quiet aside, subtle exchanges you noticed in the periphery.

Madara tilted his head toward you, just enough for discretion as his voice pitched low, meant only for you despite the gathering still humming around you.

“I see you enjoyed yourself tonight, Y/N. That pleases me.”

Your lips twitched at the corner. You didn’t respond immediately, your gaze instead drifting toward Zetsu, who glanced at you with an unreadable expression before promptly ignoring you both.

Madara, however, noticed the blush blooming on your cheeks, the faint gleam of alcohol softening your normally razor-sharp demeanor. That smile. It irritated him slightly, though he wasn’t sure why.

“Sometimes, men are surprisingly pleasant to interact with… outside work.” Then, catching yourself, you added, “Forgive me, it was a harmless joke.”

He didn’t react, except for the smallest smirk.

“I suppose you’re right.” He glanced toward the exit. “Care to join me for a cigarette outside?”

Your head turned slowly. When your eyes met his, there was a flicker of mutual understanding, an unspoken compromise sealed in your nod.

Outside , the night air was sharp and cold, wrapping around your bare arms and sending a trail of goosebumps across your skin. Still, it felt refreshing, cleansing after the warm, murmuring atmosphere of the restaurant.

You didn’t protest when Madara draped his large coat over your shoulders. It was heavy enough to reach your knees, enveloping you completely.

You muttered a shy thank-you, your voice catching slightly as he handed you a cigarette and lit one for himself. His eyes never left you. When you finally met them, the flicker of the lighter illuminated his face, momentarily obscuring the intensity of his gaze.

“Tomorrow’s the meeting with the legislative representatives. Poor timing, after a night like this.”

You huffed, amused by his remark.

“Rin warned me. Who knows, maybe my still-drunk personality at 8 a.m. will lower our chances of success.”

It was a joke. You weren’t the type to allow poor choices to bleed into important responsibilities.

He let out a short scoff of agreement, inhaling deeply before blowing out a slow stream of smoke. Some of it drifted across your face before he looked over again.

“I doubt you’ll have any trouble. You seem to be one of the most competent individuals I’ve met in recent years and that says something.”

You nearly rolled your eyes. Though the words sounded genuine, praise only carried weight for you when it came from those closest. Still, it stirred something. Just slightly.

“No need to worry. Everything will go exactly as planned.”

Madara gave you a look you couldn’t quite read before replying, slower this time.

And only Madara knew you were speaking about two very different things.

“I’m sure it will.”

Not long after, you called Rin and the two of you left for home. Hidan waited outside the restaurant, utterly unfazed by the late hour at which he had to pick you up.

Your thoughts, however, weren’t so settled, still tracing and retracing the final exchange with Madara.

“Madara’s people, specifically Deidara and Sasori, have an interesting past. I’ll send you the files tonight, if you’d like.”

“Ah, you got them rather quickly. And here I thought you all got along suspiciously well…without malicious intentions.”

Rin widened her eyes. You smirked as you caught the faint blush rising on her cheeks, though it seemed to have more to do with someone else than what you’d said.

“I can admit we get along… well enough.”

“Mhm. That’s good. Teamwork and all that.”

“And you?”

You glanced at her through the rearview mirror, already knowing exactly whom she meant.

“I’m not sure yet. Time will tell. So far, he doesn’t seem all that different from others I’ve met.”

Rin nodded, and the conversation faded, leaving you to rearrange your thoughts in anticipation of tomorrow.

A public presentation.

In front of a room full of smug bastards pretending to save the world, when in truth they didn’t even know which planet they lived on

🃜 🃚 🃖

The presentation hadn’t been as bad as you’d expected. You’d managed to finish it without anyone interrupting you annoyingly, though it was difficult to say whether that was due to the tall, imposing man standing behind you.

Still, the applause offered to everyone couldn’t fully erase the intrusive thought that perhaps you hadn’t truly succeeded. Not in bringing together the monsters of the legal institutions. Not in convincing them to agree on the plan ahead, including their funding allocations.

Madara’s low voice came after the conclusion of your speech.

“As you may know or not, up to this point I’ve advised all of you to learn about her. The CEO named Y/N L/N, who is to become Mizuki’s newest, most loyal partner. She should expect the same from us, especially considering her formidable leadership, and her ability to foster the kind of positive work environment we perpetually lack. Thank you for everything, miss Y/N.”

You smiled at his polite bow, murmuring a quiet “Thank you” under your breath as he reached out a hand to help you down the stairs. Madara hadn’t lied. No, he hadn’t. It was a concept he had been considering from the very beginning.

Which is why you couldn’t decode any trace of insincerity in his declaration—if anything, his praise only deepened the bond forming silently between you.

Still, the feeling didn’t linger long enough, washed away by the conclusion of the gathering that followed. While each of you became immersed in different conversations, Madara remained close by when the incident happened, even if the others didn’t notice.

A man named Danzo, the Vice Minister of Finance, revealed his true colors. And you could only see them as black, no matter how colorblind the people around you seemed to be.

“I didn’t expect a woman to stand next to someone as important as Madara. I suppose the help you’ve offered him is hardly comparable to his own contributions. After all, the money he generates is so vast that your input falls under the category of negligible.”

You forced a smile, your voice cutting sharper now, cloaked behind polite words.

“Gender roles are quite amusing when used as arguments in our day and age. Otherwise, how could we explain that Japan’s fiercest competitor in the automotive sector is, in fact, a female CEO from China?”

You cut him off, sensing a grotesque explanation looming in his smug expression.

“Still, I openly declare Madara to be the strongest leader in this country. Capable of making the most calculated decisions while remaining a thoughtful and benevolent professional. Personally, I wouldn’t accept pitiful partnerships unless both parties contributed equally.” You offered only the most minimal bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Only the faintest tremor accompanied your steps toward the bathroom, while Madara—who had been silently listening from nearby—watched you leave. He had only participated audibly in the conversation once that worm opened his mouth.

Ironically, that was precisely the kind of moment when Madara’s habit of crushing men’s egos surfaced. He took a slow sip of his white wine before moving toward the Vice Minister.

It seemed the fool had forgotten why he’d never become Minister of Finance because he was an damn stupid human being.

In the bathroom, you took a few moments for yourself, doing some quiet breathing exercises, calming down while you stared at the oval mirror.

At least the administrative part was over.

⸻

It didn’t take long until everything started running like clockwork. Given your expertise, the policies of Madara’s country weren’t entirely different from those in China.

But to your surprise, you encountered incidents you couldn’t fully comprehend. You had Rin investigate further.

Your clean track record, built over years, shaped you as someone incapable of climbing by stepping on others. You couldn’t bring yourself to benefit from anyone’s destruction. And though many in power did exactly that, you’d chosen early on to follow a cleaner path. A moral compass you held onto tightly.

And your thoughts lingered on Madara too.

Watching him orchestrate his team, on the field or internally, felt like a breath of fresh air. Their cohesion was striking. Immaculate, even. You found yourself wondering if perhaps, beneath the sharp systems, they were something more. A community. At least, that’s how they appeared from the outside.

At least once a week, drinks had become a ritual with the others. Tonight was a special occasion. Obito’s assistant had informed Rin of a new achievement. One that propelled Madara’s expansion plan further into Europe, just as you’d promised when Itachi asked you about it. The adjustment you had proposed ended up convincing exactly who needed convincing. The numbers reflected that.

After one year of partnership, new offices, new personnel, everything had unfolded according to plan.

Though if you had truly learned from the past, you should have predicted the future, at least a little more precisely.

But tonight, for instance, while you were getting ready, you closs the small zipper of your white dress, Qipao. On the side, you let the rest of the long dress fall to the floor, leaving a small opening where your leg protrudes. In the middle of it hung some traditional white beads from above. The dress also had a small opening in the breast area, although it was not indecent.

Your mind could only wander back to that victory. The one you allowed yourself to relax in.

“Theoretically, my professional advice would be to be cautious with interpersonal attachments.” You grinned as you added a final layer of blush to your cheeks, eyes flicking toward Rin through the mirror.

She furrowed her brows, dodging your remark.

“I don’t know what you’re implying. Though lately, I have been thinking about it. Watching the CEO constantly steal glances your way. Such a protective man.”

You laughed. Yeah, right.

“Please. I’m sure there’s nothing to it. He’s no different with me than with any other woman I’ve seen him speak to.”

“So you have been paying attention to how he speaks to other women?”

Rin’s smirk was insufferably accurate. You answered with a dramatic eye roll first.

“Of course. I should know every side of my partner, considering we have a long-term contract, don’t you think?”

“Every side, you say?”

Hidan’s car horn cut the conversation short. This time, it was Rin rolling her eyes.

While Hidan held the door open, he offered a casual greeting before you both stepped inside, the cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth, waiting to be lit.

“Good evening, ladies. All dressed up to conquer the world? That’s what I like to see.”

He chuckled to himself before pulling out and driving you to the destination.

Even if you didn’t want to admit it, Rin had a point. Yes, Madara was different with you.

Lately, he had stopped hiding it so well.

He always stretched out conversations, letting them flow past the boundaries of workplace formalities. Asking about you, your interests, anything you loved. With a quiet, almost maddening curiosity. He never overstepped in an obvious way—it was calculated, just subtle enough to make you feel safe taking the lead.

Then there was his habit of interrupting anyone who dared assert dominance over you. It could be chalked up to his naturally authoritarian presence, which made it easy for others not to question it. And even if they noticed… no one ever had proof. No one could confirm that you were a soft spot for him.

And the most maddening thing of all—was how he looked at you. Like he was trying to see through you. Or unpeel you. As if he wanted to discover so many things about you that you’d eventually stand bare before him. Figuratively… or not.

Because even if his gaze had never been inappropriate, you caught it. More than once. And if you didn’t label it inappropriate, maybe it was because you weren’t innocent either.

Maybe because you didn’t pull your eyes away either when he looked especially tempting. Especially after both of you had loosened up from drinks, that seemed to act like an aphrodisiac, but only with him.

And the way tonight began, it felt like a preview of what your dynamic might become if neither of you pulled back soon.

“You always look so put-together, miss Y/N. You look radiantly beautiful tonight.”

It wasn’t Hidan helping you out of the car tonight. It was Madara himself.

You widened your eyes at him, glancing upward before smiling faintly, forcing yourself to focus on something else so that the irrelevant rise in your heartbeat could be ignored.

“Everybody has their off days too, Madara.”

You hooked your arm through his, smirking up at him. “You don’t look bad yourself either. But I doubt anyone needed me to state the obvious.”

He dodged the compliment. Leaning in just slightly, he let you hear what sounded like a harmless suggestion. Or not.

“I must say, I’d be thrilled to see you when you’re not so imposing.”

You responded with a soft laugh, turning your gaze toward the restaurant. Still the same old one.

But your mind split in two.

First, frustratingly, you were reminded how painfully beautiful he looked beside you tonight. He had a black haori on this time, covering his slightly revealing white shirt, showing part of his chest that screams that he is built of muscles. Some black, large stefa pants made of cloth to which were attached something similar to a belt made of threads, tied to a black circle formed by several red circles inside.

The few buttons undone. You hadn’t cared to stop your eyes from dropping there later on. Not when it was already too difficult to ignore how much you wanted him. How much he wanted you.

And second, Madara seemed tense. But not just with you. There was another tension too… with his assistant.

You couldn’t recall him speaking all evening. Obito mostly stayed close to Rin.

But it wasn’t your business to get involved in that kind of tension. Not yet. Except it was.

You were the reason the two of them weren’t speaking.

⸻

Obito stood with one hand on his hip, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips, clearly agitated, speaking to Madara whose back was turned, eyes fixed on adjusting the strap of his watch.

“You really outdid yourself this time, Madara. Seriously, you couldn’t help yourself?”

Madara’s irritation flickered faintly across his expression. He rolled his eyes before replying, his tone still detached.

“As if you didn’t already know, Obito. Don’t bother pretending you’re innocent with me.”

Obito raised both hands in frustration.

“I might be your assistant, but no, I didn’t know you were actually going to pull something like that. Something completely out of line with her past. Something so blatant she’d have no choice but to notice!” He frowned, the realization dawning. “It was Zetsu, wasn’t it? That’s why you’ve been spending so much time with that guy, even though I’ve told you I don’t trust him for a damn second.”

Madara finally turned to face him, his hands slipping into his pockets, visibly more annoyed.

“Yes, it was him.” A pause. “Unless you’re trying to convince me Zetsu is more loyal than you, and you’re planning to betray me over a woman.”

That was when Obito rolled his eyes in a way that clearly didn’t sit well with Madara at all.

“He’s the one who planted that shit in your head, isn’t he? You really believe I’m out to harm you just because I’m telling you the truth? That you’re breaching your own contract by manipulating her signature on documents that involve the use of others, something she would never agree to?!”

Madara grabbed him by the collar, roughly pulling him forward.

“Watch your tone, Obito. You don’t want things to get messier than they already are.”

Still, Obito didn’t retreat. His voice dropped, quiet but laced with venom.

“Don’t pretend like she hasn’t caught your interest. I’m your assistant, Madara. I’ve known you long enough to recognize this is something more than a business partnership.”

Madara narrowed his eyes, then let out a low, dark laugh. He released Obito’s collar, straightening his coat as he turned away.

“Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think if you truly believe I’d let my guard down for a woman.”

Oh, but he had.

He had let it down more than he was willing to admit.

Because otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt the thrill, the rush of adrenaline, when he made the decision to strategically forge those documents. The ones she never consented to sign. All so the company’s profits could rise in both their names.

If she were to find out, both of them would be compromised, a mistake she wouldn’t take.

He lied to himself, pretending he only flirted to buy time. Not because, after everything, something had begun to awaken in him.

Desire. The desire to know you in every form you’d allow. And the more time passed, the closer Madara felt to trying something reckless. Because you weren’t subtle either. Both of you played with fire. Both of you concealed your instincts behind careful gazes, gazes that devoured without ever touching.

What irritated him most, though, was the lingering trace of regret. A regret for what he knew he’d eventually do to betray you.

But not tonight. Tonight, his focus remained solely on your presence.

He handed you another glass. As always, by the end of the evening, it was just the two of you speaking, drifting into private corners, this time outside.

You looked far too enticing under his coat. The blush on your cheeks, whether from the cold or other reasons, made it impossible for Madara to look away.

When your cigarette packet fell, he immediately bent to retrieve it. Far too close to your exposed legs. And you could swear, when he stood again, he might have brushed against your skin, just enough to set you on fire. The heat of his presence so close made it impossible to avert your eyes.

“Thank you. I must admit, this clumsy part fits perfectly with that not-so-put-together version of me you said you’d like to see.”

His mouth curled at the edges, watching your expression as you laughed. A beautiful laugh.

“I’m closer to meeting her than I thought, then.”

You gave him a teasing smile, treading dangerous ground now.

“Do you want to know her that badly, Madara?”

A shiver ran down your spine when his voice dropped slightly, his head leaning just close enough to your ear for his words to curl against your skin. Still, there remained a respectful distance, enough to confuse the intent behind his twisted phrasing.

“Who wouldn’t?”

Your throat suddenly dry, you took a sip of what remained in your glass, turning away slightly to scan for your driver.

“Maybe one day.”

Your eyes locked again, both glinting with thoughts that shouldn’t be shared.

Still, the night came to an end — once more with neither of you taking the next step into the unknown.

Standing in the bed of the apartment chosen by Madara, your exhausted voice was the only sound echoing off the pale, empty walls.

“Alexa, play Slow Down – Chase Atlantic. At the lowest.”

This past year had slowly begun to give you the mental space to remember other problems. One of them was touch deprivation.

Usually, you didn’t have the time or energy to reconnect with yourself when going to bed—worn out, barely conscious, falling asleep before your mind could even wander.

But tonight, after your body had warmed for reasons you weren’t proud of, you decided it was necessary to release the tension. You couldn’t allow your hormones to cloud your controlled thinking.

Pulling down your satin shorts, your fingers began moving slowly across your body. Teasing at first, then lower, in no rush to reach the place already pulsing with need.

It had been difficult in the beginning. You watched yourself like an outsider, the shame creeping in. Until your hand brushed somewhere already soaked. No preparation needed as your thoughts dissolved.

Your fingers circled your clit gently, your breathing growing heavier. You furrowed your brows in concentration, eyes shut, trying to push away every lingering distraction.

Your hips bucked forward, chasing a relief your body craved, but frustration seeped deeper with every second. You couldn’t finish. You couldn’t reach it.

Barely aware of the room’s ambient sound, you still gasped at the lyrics floating through the air, low and intimate.

And I’m so down if you’re ready

I’m floating but I’m heavy

And I’ll show you if you let me, girl

I don’t know if you already know how

But, girl, I got the feeling that you know now

You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud

But I’m about to show you, baby, slow down…

And as your imagination slid further from reality, the hands became someone else’s. Bigger. Firmer. Touching you as if they knew your body better than you did.

You gasped aloud, your fingers instinctively moving faster, driven by an unbearable ache you couldn’t suppress anymore.

And then, shame hit you like a slap. Because the name that left your lips when you came… The name that tore from your throat with that broken moan was one you hadn’t expected.

Your final thought, just as the wave crashed through you, was Madara’s face. Hovering above yours.

You opened your eyes, blinking at the ceiling, sweat clinging to your skin, your chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady rhythms.

Your entire body hidden under the blanket, your face flushed from effort and something more.

Your expression remained frozen, stunned by yourself.

“Fuck.”

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