#fic: hidan x reader

[moumouton4]

That Moment You Tried To Be On Top Hcs || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Yamato, Iruka Umino and Hidan

A/n : I received 2 asks and I'll be working on them slowly as I have exams soon ! Though it's be easier to know what you're thinking about if I could ask you the question I got. I'm thinking of the idols one of example 👀

A/n 2 : If you want to see others characters with this hc I'm open to suggestions ✨

Warnings : NSFW, penetrative sex, riding, cockwarming, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Words count : 1983

Sasuke :

You decided not to talk to about it with him beforehand. You know him very well and 1. he never talk about sex and 2. because of his pride and as stupid as it may sound he tell you "no" right away

So you tried your luck while doing it when you were on top of him and his cock was sliding in and out of your tight cunt

If he realizes that you are trying to get out of his grip he will immediately put more pressure to keep you pinned where you are under him "Do you think I'm your bitch or something ?" It will take a lot for him to conceive the fact that you can be on top while you are having sex

So you had to blackmail him. Always finding excuses to refuse doing it so he couldn't be able touch you the way he was craving

You decided to hold out until he gave in and let you be on top. And frankly for the now you were holding on well

The same could not be said for him. He thought he could hold out but after 2 months without sex he thought he was going to go crazy because of how hard his cock was his every time he saw you

He really questioned one of his opinions for the first time in his life when he half-heartedly accepted that you were on top. And when he saw you riding him, oh gosh you looked like a goddess. As his hands squeezed your perfect breasts, with your gaze that seemed to was going to implode with pleasure was fixed in his, and the divine sounds you let out caressing his ears

He swears he's never cum so hard in his life he even moaned

Okay he might like it but don't expect it to be like this all the time nor even sometimes, he doesn't want to be vulnerable to you :(

But who knows with time he might end up letting you see more of his red, sweaty, disheveled face as you ride his pretty cock

He lowkey knows this moment will happen at some point and he can't wait for it to happen

Naruto :

You preferred not to tell him beforehand, because you knew he was going to tell his friends he still did afterwards. Also to do it when you're going at it will avoid you to be subjected to his endless questions about why and how you asked him that. Like he's going to worry about him not making you feel good :(

When you try though, he doesn't understand right away why you try to get out of his grip by wrapping your legs around his like this

He thought you wanted to stop or that something is wrong. So he releases you but to his surprise you flipped him over and found yourself on top of him. Pinning him to the bed just like you were a few moments before. His cock still buried inside you throbbed in a way that made your eyes roll

The high pitched cry of surprise he let out at that moment was priceless

He really liked this initiative from you, but being the hyperactive boy that he is, he couldn't help but grab your hips and pound into you when he felt his orgasm coming. Resulting with you cumming on him, your wetness running down his thighs

"That was definetely something dattebayo !"

This is something you'll do often, the days he's tired or recovering from his injuries. But most of times, when it's time to go to bed, he asks you to lie on top of him while you cockwarm him while you fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of the love between you

Kakashi :

You don't talk about sex much in everyday life. Yes he reads Icha Icha in public but he is still uncomfortable talking about it. Just look at his scarlet face when Shikamaru asked him to read what was written on a page of his book and he struggled so much just said "I love you very much"

So it was while you were doing it that you asked him between moans "Can I ughh go on top ?"

His eyes only went slighlty wide before he flipped you both over at lightning speed ( pun unintented ) so that you were on top of him. You moaned as you clit grazed his pubic bone, giving you an etheral friction. You then grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head

It was very exciting for him to finally reproduce one of the positions he had read in Icha Icha so many times well yes he reread it so many times

It became something you'd often do when he just got back from a mission and he's tired but still wants to get dirty with you

Don’t try to joke about him being secretly a sub because he is going to fuck you into the matress so hard you won’t even joke about that anymore… unless you’re into that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But he does like to see you on top of him so much that sometimes he asks you to lie on top of him without moving while he reads his bed lying in your bed while beng all warm and snug inside of you

Don't worry he will reward you appropriately afterwards you will need help to walk though

Yamato :

You figured he was shy with it since you didn't really talk about sex and when it happened it was spontaneously depending on your moods

Not to mention the face he made when he looked in Kakashi's book one day

In reality you were right because the few times you mentioned something sexual he ended up red as a lipstick or a sports car…. well bright red

So you decided to give it a shot just as he was about to lay you down on the bed and climb on top of you

You teleported your naked form behind him and pushed him in order to settle between his legs

His face was as red as a robin as always

"W-what are you- mpff" you cut him off by impaling yourself on his cock and giving a vigorous thrust with your hips

The sight that was subjected to his eyes was divine

"Princess- ugh p-please slower I won't l-last if-" to late he came

He came faster than he would have liked after only a few more strokes at this pace

He apologized for 15 minutes straight despite you telling him it was ok ( you were still on top of him at the time )

It didn't take long for him to get hard inside you again

And there you go again for 2nd ride

It's a position that you use a lot for quickies as you're more in control of your pleasure and he's even weaker for you like this. So it goes pretty fast

But Yamato staying true to himself would still be 1000 % flustered like the it's the first time when you're on top of him, because you're just so hot

Iruka :

He's a teacher and he teaches sex education to his older students, so you thought it was safe enough to speak about it without getting him embarrassed

But it's Iruka we're talking about and well you were wrong because the moment the words "do it" reached his ears he froze in place when you said "Next time we do it could I be on top ?"

He had to summon up a lot of self control to answer you "Erm s-s-sure L-l-love" he was as red as the pen he used to correct his students' tests

And he was so flustered and bothered after that. Like if for example you could have done it that night well you wouldn't because of the state he was in

Iruka.exe has stopped working

You had to trick him to start having sex again. What you had asked him had turned him on so much that he overthought it a lot which had him have a brief block

So you made up a plan. You grabbed his clothes while he was in the shower and waited for him to come out wrapped in a towel to put the next step of you plan into action

Your plan was just to jump his bones 😂

"Hey at least your clothes are already off we're saving time" you joked as you pushed him onto the bed while he yelped

You wasted no time straddling him and impaling yourself on his cock. He let you experience what you wanted and never tried to take over

He's just as proud of you for asking him to try new things and himself for holding on cumming for so long - even though he usually lasts longer - but for his defense you looked so delicious in that position

There was a 2nd round after that... and you've never been fucked this hard by him all the other times you did it

Definitely go back to this position often. Besides, you now take an initiative that he craves, that is, when he has a lot of exams to correct in the evening, you just sit on his dick while he marks them. You try your best not to move but it's really hard when you start feeling him roll his hips into you like this... and before you even know it he isn't grading papers anymore

Hidan :

You've been with him for a long time and you know very well that he has no taboos. So you asked him in a straightforward way

He was very interested because he is just a horny bastard but he has a misplaced pride that made him say with a shit eating grin "Don't forget you're the one taking my cock, not the other way around Princess"

You tried to retort but he spanked you hard and you squeaked

But you really wanted to see him pinned underneath you, so during your last mission for the Akatsuki, while he was doing his ritual for Jashin you offered him to join you next time if he accepted the proposal you had made to him some time ago

Of course his perverted mind made a direct link with the fact that you wanted to ride him and he accepted, feeling that having you with him in his rituals would be the most wonderful thing

When the time came he let you ride him and after a few strokes of your hips he lifted you up and pounded inside of you to relieve pressure he was feeling, thinking that you were going too slow

By the time he let you go at your own pace again your legs were already trembling from the pleasure you were feeling. So he simply flipped you over before fucking you hard, as usual

Hidan doesn't play fair lmao. He never did and probably never will

Anyways, he liked it a lot, a little too much even. Because sometimes he put you on top of him and make you feel like he was ordering you to do it when all he wants is for you is to use his dick to like an object of pleasure

Sometimes even when you are on a mission, when he feels horny almost all the time he sits cross-legged somewhere and asks you to ride him

And frankly, in a country where there's little chance of you meeting anyone or even being recognized, who would you be to deny your boyfriend that, especially knowing the sinful whines that escape his mouth when you circle your hips this way he loves so much

Cut to someone pointing 2 Akatsuki members fucking behind a tree

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A/n : First headcanon on Naruto characters. Now I shall go to sleep it's 1 am 😂 I hope you guys liked it ! 🍿🌭 Again my requests are open 🥗🧀

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[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 1: Take Me To Church

AO3 link

Playlist of all songs

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Summary: When all you have left is perform your way out of hell, do your feet still burn dancing? A strange woman is dropped into an even stranger world, the most off-putting among them becoming the closest thing to a home. They all have stayed alive this long by saying whimsy is only for children, but what if it's all you have left to give?

Author's notes: I have been hyperfixated off and on by the Akatsuki alone (less Naruto the show) for about ten-so years of my life. At this point, they are dolls to me. They listen to my silly little songs and agree if I say "lmao that you". If the canon is king then I am God and what is God to a king. I don't care if Hidan knows what a keyboard is, I don't CARE, NO HE DON'T.

(Clearly cares a lot)

Anyhow. Combination OC-self insert-reader insert character is soft, musical, secretly from the "real world", and wins people over. I have a sociology degree with a focus on religion so I like musings about that sort of thing. Philosophical thoughts about murder, suicidality abound. I don't plan on any SA or anything majorly sexual, but I'm mulling over some pretty fucked up (erotic?) moments so 18+ interaction only, please. Partial songfic as I associate songs with anytthing that has an imaginary pulse, have different songs planned out to reference. If you like Will Wood, you'll have fun. Title is a reference to The Song With Five names by Will Wood and acts as scene breaks in this post. Perhaps obviously, Take Me To Church by Hozier is in this chapter. Lyrics not necessarily in order every time.

I'm writing this to get it out of my system but more than happy if it's for you too.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Never trust in yourself Or anyone else We’ve always all been wrong

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He likes the way boiling water stings at his skin. It’s not quite as hot as that, but hot enough to make him feel something. A small comfort, a reminder from Jashin. Hidan, lamenting as he slips into the spring, contemplates on a comparison between this and being clothed by the lord himself as it washes upon him inch by inch, popping and sizzling until it makes his hairs stand on end. It hurts-- not quite enough, but it hurts.

Good.

Prayer fills the back of his mouth, thick enough to choke on, as he remembers pain means he is alive. He wrings out a small cloth in a bucket besides him and places it over his forehead and eyes.

Darkness. Steam fills his nose; he breathes deep...and he listens to his god.

…

…

It sure sounds a lot like someone yelling a room or two away.

A dull smack happens somewhere else in the inn. A woman begins to run. She has no fucking idea where she’s going-- how, where, who-- just that HERE and with THEM is going to SHIT. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping her eyes open and feet moving. She’s so thirsty she could drink the clouds of steam as she unwittingly approaches the men’s bath. So tired that she hardly recognizes three red prongs as a weapon as it’s propped against the stone. So scared she sees only one choice:

“Hey!”

Surely that wasn’t a voice talking to Hidan, right?

“I- I need to—” She’s out of breath already and she’s hardly lifted his scythe. “I need to borrow this! You’ll get it back-- I promise!” He lifts up one edge of the wet cloth, heel-turning from annoyed to pissed.

“EH?!” Hidan shrieks. “What the FUCK-” He’s cut off as the woman screams herself and backs just out of view from the bath entrance. “SHIT!” He didn’t pray nearly long enough to not fall headfirst into magma-hot testiness. Who the hell sees THOSE robes and fucks with his shit?! Who sees those BLADES and fucks with him?!

He probably doesn’t leave the bath as fast as is really warranted, stumbling out with the knot of his larger bath towel so loose he needs to hold it at his waist to keep it up. Through the hot fog of this dark hallway, his chin tilts up in intrigue. “Eh--?”

Hidan sees her face first. A brow is furrowed, a thousand horrible emotions weighing it down. She’s afraid-- that’s what’s most readily apparent. There’s a blotch of red and blue on her cheek and her mouth gapes with heavy breath.

“Stay away!”

She looks like she’s never held a weapon in her life. Goddammit, she’s holding it with all of her life, though.

He decides just to watch as she begins to address the most forgettable thing in the room.

“Cute.” A man snides at her. Ah...Hidan had seen him check in. His cologne smelled like ass. Now that it’s mentioned...he guess he did see someone else trail behind him-- close enough to be his shadow. Didn’t really set his alarms off then. But then again, till his scythe got involved, he didn’t really care. Hidan’s eyes flicker.

“Not a couple, huh?” he mutters. Although uncaring if he was heard or not, the former possibility occurs.

“Hey! Either get your pants back on or mind your own business! You don’t know us.” This approach is not reciprocated by her, shaky hands pushing the crimson steel further into his space. At first the man cringes, but the bluff is called. “Come on, now…” The guy’s smile is soft, like he knows her better than she herself. Hidan doesn’t miss how she flinches. It’s impossible to when there’s five more feet attached to her arm of cold hard metal. Knuckles brush almost lovingly against her new, sharp fingers.

“You don’t have it in you, duckling. Fluffy and soft, all squawk with no teeth.”

“I said NO!”

He steps forward. She panics.

He cuts like butter.

All three of them briefly share the same expression. Wide eyes, shock. However, each births something much more complicated in the seconds following.

While her stomach flips, Hidan’s feel butterflies. The whelp's blood splatters in all directions, just as it was meant to with such a swipe. It flutters through the air, settling on their faces as gentle as a whisper, while the rest swim around the still-pulsating eviscerations of a soul worth less than a rat. She watches the body sink to the ground, a human heart gush its contents into a dark, glistening puddle closer and closer to her feet. Just as it’s about to touch, her gaze raises and meets another’s. The reverence in his eyes is lost upon her.

The silence is peaceful to him as he studies the stranger-- stilling, like his lord laid a hand on his shoulder and beseech he witness. At this point the thoughts and emotions that she’s gripping in her stare even more pure and divine than the blooming rose shedding its petals before him; that sort of thing is expected-- wet blood as ordinary as dew on grass in the morning. But this… He’s never seen a civilian kill before, he’s beginning to ponder...

This revelation, too, goes unappreciated, but the upcoming perhaps is even more delicious than the taste of iron in the air for Jashin’s priest. The woman’s breath hurries, the blade drops to her feet, and her arms raise at her sides.

Three expressions are in this hall: Addicted. Afflicted. And dead.

“JESUS FUCK!” she screams in horror.

Hidan grins wider than he has in ages. This is the beginning of something beautiful.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yes or no isn't null Yes it is, no, I don't know Yes or no, isn't that a silly question? Ask it anyway

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Being isekai-ed into another world isn’t nearly as convenient as it’s cracked up to be, you know?

The traveler’s body is tensed tighter than tightrope, her teeth in a perpetual grit and brow hurting from being furrowed so hard for this long. She killed a man. She utters this out loud to process the fact.

“And it was GREAT, right?” This guy is more than a little too eager for all of this. Fuckin’ shit, that doesn’t bode well for her. She reflexively scream/shouts at nothing in response, gaze unflinching at empty air… No, that sort of volume isn’t going to cut it. A floor cushion is snatched up from besides Hidan and she belts face first into it until she can’t breathe, and then she goes for a few seconds longer so her insides burn.

The silver-hair demon, however, is having the time of his life. The great Jashin himself drops this poor little idiot straight from his palm to drench in blood till white becomes red. He leans into his own palm, amused smirk across his face as they bide their time in this inn’s bedroom. They’ll be kicked out eventually, dead body and all, but he’ll deal with that when they get there! Just break the news to Kakuzu that he lost the deposit. An amputation or two will be worth the trouble.

“Ahh, so this is your first?” he hums almost sensually. The tears well in her eyes.

“Yes!”

“And? How was it?! The weight of the blade in your hands, the way he ripped in half, how his chest cavity just DID THAT?” He pinches his fingers and “explodes” them in a quick stretch.

“It was BAD!” the woman agonizes, still needing a paper bag to breathe into.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “You get used to it.”

“Eeeughhhhhhhh….!”

Hidan sighs. Of course she doesn’t get it yet. Where would the fun in that be? “So, figures if that shithead had kidnapped you...you don’t really have a place now, huh?”

The pinpoint precision breaks her attention like glass, and she can tell where this is going. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to belong to in the first place!

“How about we hang out? I don’t have anywhere to be till my mandated jackass is back around.”

She squints. “M...mandated?” Like an...officer? “...Are you on parole?” she prods gently. He looks more confused than anything, though. Is that more or less relieving?

“The hell? You mean patrol?”

“...Yes,” she decides to lie. Her eyes shift finally, looking to the side to avoid his gaze. Constant reminders are about that she’s way down the rabbit hole. Or...bottom of the sea? That’s probably more accurate, going unconscious. The waking up part hasn’t come yet and hunger, thirst, and being punched do hurt a lot, and so she has no choice but to either survive or kill herself on the spot to save the trouble.

Hidan, unwitting, knocks the side of his head like he’s shaking water out of his ears. “Damn, you really ARE a dumbfuck civilian, mispronouncing that bad. Never heard the word before?” Just as the woman’s mouth opens, he interrupts. “Anyhow. No. Just biding my precious time till my partner comes back from whatever heathen nonsense dragged him away.”

She blinks. These words mean nothing to her. The whole murder thing makes simple conversation hard to keep up, and she’s already trying not to worry about pissing a guy off who thinks killing people is fine.

“Oi!” Hidan waves his hand like an impatient child. “Don’t leave me hangin’!” The stranger can only fold her hands in front of her lap and stammer.

“I-- I—”

There’s no clue what he really wants out of this. She’s 100% fucked if she doesn’t accept. Only 99% fucked if she does. Good odds.

“OKAY!” There’s no idea to her if he takes this as enthusiasm or as the duress it’s really under.

“That’s the fuckin’ spirit!” He sounds nearly sarcastic as he flings his head back and praises towards the ceiling. An ear-piercing scream brings him back down to earth. “Ahhh, yeah. Well, maybe now’s a good time to go. Don’t shit where we sleep n’ all.” With a swoosh, a black robe is taken off the floor and is swung around Hidan. “Normally I wouldn’t give a shit. But the virgin killer probably needs her time to relish this moment.”

A rock drops in her stomach. The man casually passes her and starts walking out the door, the bloodcurdling screaming continues as if it’s only as annoying as a car alarm in the parking lot. She swallows, and he stops past the doorway. Purple pools under a silver hairline look through her, over his shoulder. “Comin’?”

1%, she repeats in her mind.

Hopefully she’ll get the opportunity to kill herself later, without any help, if need be. There’s a hunch that dying by his hand wouldn’t be so pleasant.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Even I might defy, won't deny That I'm trying while my eyes do defy And belie quiet liars as I Say what I say, any way, I might be saying it But I've been wrong before

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Despite being a city girl, since she’s dropped in, the hustle and bustle of this society sure does overwhelm. The bargaining, the wagons, the bells-- and that’s only sound! Wafts of street food make her stomach hurt. The flags, statues, and other decor all clearly have a story behind them; she purses her lips trying to imagine--

“Oi!”

The woman knocks into his back and nearly falls over, him having nothing to offer but disdain as she regains balance. “How about this joint?” Clearly this is less of a suggestion and more of a certainty as he meanders into the doorway he suggests. A tapestry overhangs the darkness the cloaked man slips into, a single symbol printed so large and intimidating, despite not knowing what it means. She gulps.

Recompose. As best as you can.

She glimpses a ring as he sets his glass down, it only briefly distracting from the menu in her hands. “I’ll...get whatever you’re getting,” she compromises softly, hoping everyone gets the hint when she sets the list down. The man shrugs.

“Make it two, yeah?!” The server slips away, leaving the awkwardness as an appetizer. Anything besides the guy ahead of her is what her eyes go to, shoulders tilting back and head cocked enough every which way that it’ll get sore. The way people dressed. Laughed. Gossiped.

“Hoshigakure!” lips speak in the dim light. “That’s where it’ll be.” A snarl meets this, an old time friend with her doubts.

“You’re sure ‘bout this? That’s awfully far—”

“Yeah, but he’s worth it! Wouldn’t you? For the chance at true love?!”

“Get your head out of the goddamn clouds…”

A literal snap in her ear brings her back. “Oi!” the man repeats, forcing her attention back to him. “What are you, high or somethin’? Where. Are. You. From.” He’s not the type to repeat himself twice.

“...Hoshi-- gakure.” The unintended stammer makes her heart race, and the way he hums loud and long doesn’t help.

“Never been! Heard it’s a shithole. Probably why you left!”

The other conversation still fills her desperate ear, leaving her clues:

“The Kage is an idiot, isn’t he?! All that power means nothing with no respect. What’s a land without a leader?”

“We’re rendezvousing there, not living there.”

“The way you describe his passion for his homeland says otherwise, you know…”

“He likes the stargazing!”

The friend sighs. “Hopeless,” she murmurs.

The woman mentally returns to the table she’s seated at, briefly biting her bottom lip as she forces a face-to-face conversation. “It’s hopeless there,” she weaves. She may not be a good liar, but she used to have fun performing, pouring one’s self into the story being told. A grain of truth makes it all more believable, and so she rolls back her shoulders, swallows her pride, and thinks about being gone. “I didn’t belong anymore. Politically, it’s in the shit, obviously… Not even the stars could hold me in place.”

A palm holds his cheek in place, violet stare unflinching as hands drop steaming plates and bowls in the small gap between them. “So it started by leaving on yer on volition?” She nods, honestly. “Kidnappin’ came later,” he assumes. “Don’t take this the hard way but you’re not pretty or anything. Not like yer meant for sellin’… Any idea what he wanted you for? Did you have money? Don’t fucking tell me your family was loaded.”

Redness pinpricks her cheeks but she still manages to shake her head no. “I think he just...recognized someone was lost and thought he could make something out of it.” She rakes her mind, trying to think of the guy more alive than when he was dead. You know. By her hands. “Can’t really ask him why now…” the woman surmises.

“Ahh…” the man replies simply, conveying what seems to be the barest threads of interest in her actual words. “So. Alone. Broke. N’ lost.”

The scent of seared meat in front of her compounds the suffocation of this observation. “Yeah.”

The man once again snaps, though less in her face and more in front of the scratch on the table she had glued her eyes to. After her attention is caught, he uses two fingers to point to himself. His own eyes are hooded, far too calm, and his smirk is lopsided.

“Sounds like a perfect time for a change of pace, yeah?!” Instead of knocking his glass into hers, he bumps it against her forehead, chuckling at the noise that escapes her mouth. “Jashin will set ya straight.”

Her eyelids flutter. “Jashin?” He raises the cup to his lips at a bad time. “Is that your name?”

He spit-takes.

“Fuckin’—NO! No! Hell, no!” There’s a solidness conveyed to her as the ceramic is set down, a change of tone. “I can only aspire to the name,” he muses, leaning philosophically all of a sudden. “Study the scripture… Follow his ways…”

“Jashin…” the woman echoes, delicate on her tongue. A major religion, perhaps? Or a cult leader? Or-- as history has taught, maybe both! How exciting. “Tell me about it?”

Oh she has no idea how abruptly she had just changed her life--

That’s what he thinks just as he gets shoved out of his chair.

“Eh?! The hell?!”

The friend she was spying on suddenly towers over the not-Jashin, clenching her fist. “You fucking SPAT on me!” Only a long, drawn out question-shaped breath returns from his lips. The man planning to run away throws a warning shot with his own glass, squarely breaking besides Hidan’s ear. “Get on your knees and beg, or get the fuck out!”

While it isn’t lost on her that several others in the candlelight are matching her horror, she’s unaware their reasons don’t match too. She’s just mortified there’s fighting at all! Holy SHIT she hates fighting! Someone could get hurt!But to the locals...Hidan’s cloak gave a glimpse of the bloodbath to come.

He hums, oh how smoothly he hums. It’s almost a purr. Slowly, his head turns to the traveler. “Seems like we’ve been blessed a first hand opportunity.” The way the woman screeches likely bothers him more than what initiated it-- another attack attempted, a cling of metal as a knife is blocked by a scythe. After that, it only hits the friend and the runaway that they’re in deep water, teasing a piranha ravenous. It’s a thing of beauty straight from the river Styx or the fires of Hell, those blades, bisecting a man like you can blow puffs off a dandelion.

“Wait- WAIT-” the traveler beseeches just as the Jashinist enters a fighting stance. He considers the plea, nodding in agreement.

“Ah, yeah.”

She nearly falls down again with the force of the scythe finding her hands.

“Lesson one: grave sin to start a fight that doesn’t end in slaughter.”

“WHAT!”

Suddenly she is the grim reaper to these people, awestruck in fear. “Please, hey-- HEY! WE will leave, okay?! Don’t hurt anyone!”

“I don’t WANT to hurt anyone!” she begs to ears deaf with their pounding hearts. No, wait, NO! everyone prays in turn. Hidan reads her expression intimately; how does it taste, to make others see what they have to lose? She’s full to the brim of whatever Jashin has bestowed upon her soul, arms and lungs trembling with the weight of mortality. It’s like a kitten scared of her own claws. His teeth can feel the pulse of his lip as he bites in anticipation.

It’s just about when someone in the crowd is about to act on her hesitation that a familiar voice growls from behind.

“HIDAN.”

Two chilled hands grab the man by the collar and the woman by the scythe. Kakuzu wasn’t intending on dragging her over; her fault she won’t let go for dear life. She gasps, abruptly across the entire length of the room in a snap, shaky eyes meeting emeralds. They literally see right through her. Immediately she can see she is an object. A hindrance. If Hidan is the grim reaper then Kakuzu is cold uncaring death itself. And death is already tired of this bullshit playing around.

The tall newcomer sighs, gravelly in his throat. “What,” he more states than asks, “Are you doing.”

“Proselytizing, cocksucker!” Kakuzu repeats the first word under his mask, eyes returning to the girl while saying nothing directly to her.

“And this?”

“My disciple!”

He studies her. It’s like if a mouse that hides in the wall became a person.

“...You can’t be serious.” Guy and gal are simultaneously dropped to the floor, all threat forgotten in the crowd as they witness the bizarre show. The masked one starts to leave, and much to her dismay, the prophet takes her by the wrist and follows.

“Can you not respect my fucking beliefs for ONCE!” Hidan shouts at the back of his head as they go under a sunset sky.

“No.”

“KAKUZU!” Okay, so that’s both of their names now, she manages to note. “If you get your pointless bounties then I get this!”

“The hell you do!”

“Fucker!” Hidan spits back. “I saw it in her! This is something Jashin MEANT for me!” He grits his teeth, rationalizing the irrational. “We are all subject to Lord Jashin’s will! Even SHE can kill!”

The traveler only now recognizes how close to the outskirts they were, how if she screamed now, they’re so deep in the trees that the forest floor would dampen the sound. The red sclera stands out on Kakuzu’s face as he turns slowly-- too slowly-- to glare at the two behind them. She is in deep shit.

“I-I-I don’t mean to be trouble! I’ll just—” Politeness be damned, there’s no way out of a zombie’s grasp. Again, Kakuzu glares at her while addressing someone else.

“No expense,” he demands, curdling anger on his tongue. “No slowing us. She needs to do less than exist around me. If I feel a single iota of air shift around her, we are leaving her behind.”

In the woods. To die.

A lot of this comes back to killing or dying, doesn’t it?

She can’t even dare to swallow, while Hidan nonchalantly- roughly- yanks the woman from Kakuzu’s iron hold. “And you call me dramatic.”

Kakuzu doesn’t even have it in him to roll his eyes. He just turns back around, grips his fists to his sides, and walks once again. Hidan lets out a “pfff” in her ear.

“Old bitch.”

This traveler is fully aware she is just a goldfish in a plastic bag from this second on.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Why, I can't see That I am the "me" That I was born into And what's the source of you?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Her tired heart won’t even stop pounding now that they’ve settled for the night; in fact, it made this worse. Idleness could mean anything to these people. For sure, at least for one it means that injuring others is entertaining. The other guy feeling at best contempt for her causes the woman to take Kakuzu’s threat very seriously. That’s why it’s such a surprise when a half hour or so into Hidan’s prayers, the masked man speaks to her for the first time.

“How’d he get you into this?”

She gasps lightly, as if any request of her will weigh the worth of her existence. As she hesitates, Kakuzu dips his head, light of the fire slicking over his slashed headband and ghostly gemstone eyes. Thinking better of it, she blinks away the fear and tries to reply.

“He...helped me get out of a bad situation.”

Rustling grass and crickets. She’s guessing if he wants more.

“He...saw me kill someone to get away. And. I guess he liked it.” Her voice is so soft, words not thick like honey but like tar.

“So he didn’t help you at all.”

“It was his weapon,” she states as defense. He murmurs in response. The pages of Kakuzu’s book finish flipping between his fingers, and he’s satisfied that at least as of this moment, she has no price.

“So you don’t want this.”

“I—” the woman holds herself tighter, hands in her lap and flames flickering, leaving as fast as they come. “I don’t. Know.”

“So you don’t.”

“I can HEAR, you bastards.” She suppresses a yelp but not a shiver. Kakuzu only sighs.

“She’s taking you for a ride, Hidan. Know that underneath all of your pointless sentimentality.”

“TCH!”

The silence fills the space between them, suffocating. Is she? Is she taking him for a ride? It never crossed her that way, but it was true. Just sticking around to whatever- whoever- offers a place to cling to. And how did it end up with the first guy? She was lucky that a sore face is the worst she got out of it. So what about this?

They sit in a triangle, both staring at the fire as a glow washes the fronts of midnight-soaked garb. One holds a book in front of his hearts and the other has a pendant to his lips. No one is really happy about all this. What’s the point?

Bravely, gently, the woman shifts up and wanders slowly enough that it’s known she’s not running away. She gets far enough away she believes no one can hear her, if she just speaks under her breath. A cliff is ahead, a clearing of stars over a pit of lush, deep greens stories below and miles beyond. The little noise there is becomes so much louder. Rustling leaves in the wind surely will keep her secret. You can taste the oxygen from so many trees; maybe they will satiate the hunger. Her own heart is sore from racing. Wistfully, she needs peace now, in this quiet, uncaring world that won’t let her rest.

My lover’s got humor

She whispers melodically.

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshiped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

Hidan breathes in.

We were born sick

You heard them say it

Hidan breathes out.

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

Amen

Kakuzu doesn't acknowledge, but he does listen.

Amen

Hidan doesn’t know what it means, but he feels the veneration it carries. Her white-toned dress is spectral in the moonlight, curls of hair played with by the wind.

Amen

She prays for something she doesn’t know.

Amen

[itjazzbicch]

New Side of Me

Pairing: Hidan x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader is partners with Hidan in the Akatsuki, not as skilled and always butting heads with Hidan, arguing because he feels that she's useless, saving her more than once. Realizing that she could be better, she admits to him that he's right, asking for a truce and fresh start, getting to learn more about one another, taking a step into a new kind of partnership... 

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, Mentions Death, SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Choking, foreplay, slight spanking, rough sex)

Word Count: 2.8k 

Tag List: @wheeler-omega-kingston 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

“You need to get your shit together!” Hidan never had a lot of patience, closing his eyes and relaxing as his black and white skin returned to its normal flesh color, blood dripping from his three-bladed scythe.

Pulling my red-bladed tanto from the body on the ground, tempted to throw it into Hidan’s back for always being an asshole, growling, “I don’t think you realize Hidan, that unlike you, I’m not fucking immortal!”

“That’s not the point!” His eyes darted back, glaring with those purple eyes, “You still know taijutsu, ninjutsu! I shouldn’t have to always come and save your ass!”

My head was ready to explode, anger boiling and I held it all in, keeping my distance from him as we made our way back to the hideout. We had a far trip, trying to clear my mind and looking back at it, Hidan has saved me from some dangerous situations, multiple times as a matter of fact.

Even though we were always butting heads, I didn’t like him always being in charge, but he always made sure that I made it out safe.

Got damn it, why did he have to be right? Looking down at myself, I noticed some scratches on me, meanwhile, no one even touched him. I guess I was a little rough on him, being more of a nuisance rather than a useful partner.

“Unlike you, I'm not fucking immortal!" Hidan mocked, the sight of the hideout a relief to me, shaking with angry and trying my hardest not to throw my sword into him, he is immortal after all.

“Stop mocking me, Hidan!” I snapped, hand on its handle, but of course he only mocked more:

“Stop mocking me, Hidan!”

When we made it back to the hideout, he headed in with laughter, only growing when he let the door slam on me.

The second it opened, Hidan began to make his way to his room, thinking I was following:

“I know we don’t have much time, but try and train some tonight or something. So, hopefully, you can be of some use tomorrow.”

I had no response because I didn’t follow him, heading down the hall and to the kitchen, hearing:

“Y/N?”

Not knowing where I went nor trying to find out, I heard his door slam, but I didn’t let it bother me, wrapping my hair up, washed my hands, and cooked his favorite dinner, also finding his liquor in the hidden cabinet that he thought I didn’t know about.

This was painful, cooking dinner for Hidan like some kind of housewife, but I didn’t want to keep fighting like how we did. As a part of the Akatsuki, we had bigger things to accomplish and had no time to be childish or petty.

Dinner was more of a peace offering, setting his plate and drink on a tray and heading back to his room, knocking softly.

“What the hell do you- “

Thought I’d never see the day where he was speechless, looking down and seeing his favorite dish put him in shock, looking back up into my eyes, demanding an answer with his eyes.

“You were right, Hidan,” I began, holding up the tray and offered, “You saved my ass a lot more than once now and I promise that I’ll train and get better so I’ll be useful. So, we cool now?”

“Wait a minute,” He took his glass, smelling the liquor, and realized, “How’d you find my stash?”

Looking away, I just whistled, but side-eyed him to realize how his glare grew more intense, huffing at him:

“I didn’t take any, I swear! I only got some for you and put it back. No one saw.”

That actually put a small smile on his face, taking the tray and commanded, “Go grab it and the other, then come in here.”

“Huh?” I had to reassure, Hidan having to be himself and scoffing:

“Did I stutter? Go get the booze.”

He could never ask for anything nicely, but I held my breath and listened, grabbing the bottle of liquor and heading back to his room. It was surprisingly not so messy as I expected it to be, having a small table and two chairs in the corner.

I had to register the fact that Hidan actually invited me to hang out with him, thought he wouldn't accept my offer, or even look at me after what happened today. But he ate his dinner right up, drank with me, and ended up super giggly, the drinks were pure and strong after all.

Only if he was like this all the time, he had me in laughs and smiling, almost falling back in my chair, but I caught myself, both of us looking to the floor when my headband fell from around my neck where I last placed.

"Just out of curiosity," Hidan sipped his drink slowly, looking at my Hidden Grass headband, the symbol having a large, deep slash through it, "How did you end up here?"

"My village gave me away as a test subject," I spoke softly, staring at the headband, reliving the terrible memories, beginning with me being taken away from my parents, "To this day I don't even know why or what they were even testing, but I was the lone survivor and as I got older, it was like they were trying to turn me into some kind of weapon. The last test they ran was the most painful and I couldn't take it anymore, sitting up off the table and everything went black..."

I paused, choking on my words while trying to remember what happened. Years had passed since then and still, I couldn't remember what happened, no matter how hard I tried.

"And...." Hidan was very curious to hear more, truly curious and listening for a change when I explained:

"When I came to, there was just blood everywhere, fire, everyone there was dead except for me. Even now, I don't know what happened. They sent ninja after me..."

While telling him this, I could sense his mood changing, a lot more serious, watching cautiously as I stared at the symbol on my headband, anger growing while remembering:

"And when those ninja got there? It happened again. Blacked out and returned to a massacre. So, I fled the village, did some traveling and I guess I made a pretty big name for myself, stumbled across Kisame and that's how I ended up here."

"Hmm," He found this very interesting, stroking his chin, "So, you have no memory of these, 'massacres'?"

"I always just lost control and everything went black," I spoke the truth, staring into his eyes and shrugging, "Every time, that's how it went."

"That right, huh?" He finished his drink, leaning forward excitedly, "I think I know how to help get you into that place without you blacking out."

"Really?" I leaned toward him, dead serious because this was a mystery that ate me alive when I tried to figure it out, just to end up disappointed, why was I even shocked when Hidan replied:

"Lose control, but control it."

My face went straight, heavy with disappointment and annoyance at his stupidity, huffing:

"Please make that make sense, Hidan. Because it makes no damn sense."

"Oh, but it does!" He sat up, thinking of an example to make me believe; he made us both curious and anxious with that small psychopathic smile of his, "I know the perfect way to show you."

"Enlighten me," I took a deep breath because sometimes, I didn't know what to expect from him, eyes blasting open when his hand took me by the throat, kissing me softly at first, but that psycho smile was with it, noticing my slight shaking, asking:

"Tell me why you're shaking."

"B-Because," Hidan was actually kissing me and I liked it, really liked how good he was, shaking and answering, "Because I want to throw you back in that chair and take the lead since you like choking."

"Ah, ah, no," He chuckled, squeezing my throat a little harder, kissing with his tongue this time, instructing, "I want you to keep those thoughts in your head, but I'm in the lead. Don't let them take over your body."

"Hidan, -" There was no way I could stay in command and not try to take over, he knew I had feelings that fired up so quick, had very dominant traits, and it was very hard to control, but he made another good point:

"But it's exactly what happens when you black out. You just lose control. You can keep that feeling around so you can be aware, but not lose control of your thoughts or your body. It ultimately comes down to self-control."

"Just admit that you want to fuck me," I joked, trying to see if he would slip up and crack, laughing along with him:

"I would say that I deserve some head after dealing with your shit on a daily basis, but seriously. Just relax, and take in all of those crazy feelings, no matter how overwhelming they might get. Let it all sink in, but don't lose control."

"Guess there's nothing wrong with sitting back and relaxing," I giggled softly, growing silent and breathing in slow, taking in the sweet feeling of his hand squeezing my thigh, thumb rubbing against my shorts to my clit, in soft circles, having me whisper, "I can still moan at least, right?"

"Of course," He laughed, voice sinister when he whispered in my ear, "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"It does," I opened my mouth to breathe as his thumb moved faster, slipping into my shorts for direct skin contact, finger sliding through my folds and into me, pumping with speed.

Damn, I wanted to throw him onto the bed so badly and get to the good stuff, but while thinking about it briefly, I started to see why Hidan and I were partnered up. That immense, powerful fire that would light inside of me before I lost control, the smile I could briefly feel on my face before my memory gave way, the darkness behind it...

I was feeling it again, but it was different. I wasn't angry, I just wanted to make Hidan my bitch, but I listened and ignored the urges, leaning my head back and moaning helped so much, trying to keep them low, but Hidan had magical hands, slipping in another finger to really make me feel the stretch, pumping faster, making sure his tone was sexy, trying to stir my thoughts more:

"Man, only two fingers and you're already tight."

I went to speak but stopped myself. I knew what he was trying to do and I toned it out, focusing on the orgasm that suddenly had me trembling, panting at the tensity in my core, panties, and shorts wet from it.

"You did so well," He purred, kissing my cheek, rubbing up and down my folds, feeling the mess in my pants, "Want to step it up a notch?"

My first thought was to yank him by his pendant and throw him onto his bed, the urge was so strong, feeling that fire trying to consume me again, but instead, I answered with a question:

"How do you want to, 'step it up a notch'?"

His smile showed how proud he was of me, so calm and obedient, taking my hand softly, raising me to my feet, knowing that this was the calm before the storm:

"Keep being a good girl for me."

He made all of our clothes disappear so quickly, hearing a few tears in mine, and after being tossed onto the bed, Hidan revealing just how hot he actually was, in the nude, from head to toe, I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

I was so warm already that there was a bit of sweat on the edge of my scalp, looking into Hidan's eyes deeply and smiled, that smile growing more when he smirked but was evaluating me again like he was looking in the mirror.

That smile stayed there, slouching all the way back on the bed and giggling at him pouncing on me, but moaning so loudly at one little kiss, then a bite at my neck, hand shifting my hip upward and spanking my ass with some force, the sting having me gasping.

It was starting to take over, lifting my head and ready to reverse roles, till he kissed me again, the tip of his cock sliding in with a pop, then his hips swiftly connected to mine like magnets, the sudden burst of pleasure having me burning up, the tingling sensation having me shake again.

"Hidan-" I gasped softly, lying flat on my back and taking that moment to breathe, readying myself; He thought that I was going to say something sarcastic, but I channeled his confidence, "You're going to keep going like that?"

"Why?" He wondered, a deep, rough thrust making my whole-body jiggle, "Too much to handle?"

He'd pull back to his tip slowly and give me another rough thrust, increasing his speed after each one, wanting to see my reaction, wanting an answer, "Bet it makes you want to snap."

"I just want you to keep fucking me, Hidan!" I whined, honest and desperate for the crazy, good feeling, and after that? All bets were off.

Hooking his arms under mine, he fixed our legs so they were a little wider, then went completely ballistic, those thrusts already having me screaming, but that wicked smile was on my face; convinced I was thrown into a fire pit at this point with how quickly sweat built at my temple, the tingle making my body want to jerk and go all over, but I just held onto him, screaming out his name and leaking out the energy that way.

"Look at you," He giggled and teased, "I know you like to scream at me, but not in that tone."

"You are such a little shit," I barely managed a laugh, unable to deny that he was funny, "But damn, are you a little shit who's good at this."

I didn't want to talk too much, sarcasm being the main language I shared with him, not having the time anyhow, squeezing him so hard that I could feel every little touch, hard to keep up with due to his speed, but I sure felt it, from head to toe, having me spiraling.

"Hell yeah, I'm good at it," He snickered, nibbling on my ear, "Every single one of those pretty moans and screams says it all to me."

"Uh-huh, mhm," I whined, lips sealed tight, trying to ignore his words because of the swirling pool in my core, cracking open piece by piece, heart beating so fast I thought it might stop, the pulse in my neck throbbing so hard that it made my head feel clogged, only stronger when Hidan began biting at my neck again, saying:

"Gonna give you something you'll never forget."

Leaving one last bite mark, he shot up straight, holding my legs up and really put me to the test, having me walking on the ceiling, eyes down and darkening to watch how I was moving, slight squirms and jerks, hands gnawing at the bed lightly to fight the control that was ready to disappear.

"You ready?" His eyebrows popped, "You gonna cum when I tell you to?"

"Yes, Hidan!" I answered quickly, needing it so badly that there were tears in my eyes, trying so hard not to break that I could hear every bodily function echo in my head, but so relieved when he commanded:

"Cum, Y/N."

"Shit, Hida-" I was panting so hard, doing as told, the pleasure such a relief, but overtaken by the squelch that was heard around his relentless cock, like I was sent to a different dimension with small balls of light ping-ponging around my eyes, even after they closed, body heavy and in a wave of ecstasy, crying out one last time before I dropped, "Hidaaan!"

"Such a good girl," I heard above me after a moment, looking with one eye as he laid on top of me, pinching my cheek and shaking my head, "Knew you could do it."

"If that was a test," I took a deep breath, ready to hear his loud laughs, "Can I keep taking it?"

Praise from me was very rare, so I hope he was appreciative of it while laughing, having to keep on joking:

"I will never complain about getting some ass, Y/N."

He made sure to smack my ass one last time too, still laughing as I shook my head, but letting him know, "Thanks for both the good time and the help, Hidan. I could really feel it and I didn't let it take over me."

"Oh, I knew that when I saw that smile," He whispered, having me wonder again, "Don't think I have ever seen you make a face like that."

"You know Hidan," Fixing a strand of hair in front of his face, I thought about how he fired me up like he did, so quick and heat on the max level, that same smile coming back, having him staring back, "I'm pretty sure you just unlocked a new side of me." 

[dullahanswritingstash]

Why do Hidan x Reader fics and such very frequently have reader so averse to converting to Jashinism? If you're in a relationship with the man there's no way you don't condone it. Cowards. Live a little. Perform human sacrifice with your immortal boyfriend.

[melinoeil]

okay but 😁 there’s this one akatsuki writer… idk but i really hate their writing technique and they’re like the only one who writes for my favorite character 😔 but even though i tried too many times to read their writing i just couldn’t make it and stopped reading lmao. idk if i’m the asshole but yk:/ kinda sad that noone writes for the akatsuki anymore

[dolliestfairy]

Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Predator x Prey kink, fear kink, Manhandle (?) & Outdoor sex. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

Mdni!

Currently thinking abt men who have a predator x prey kink. Men who love to see your trembling expression when he act like some merciless predator. men who loves to play hide and seek with you. despite his own self being a grown man, he cant help but get even more turned on when he sees your scared expression, while his hand pinch your chubby cheeks, only to make you more trembling in fear.

"look at you.. all scared and stuff... you're only making me more excited y'know?"

he's a man who is soo thrilled when he was chasing you. catching you around like a crazy dude, its only a matter of time before his hand get onto your clothes and easily ripped them off, and later on, you'll be getting pinned down beneath him while your pussy service his cock, laughing as a respond from him to your cries, slapping your fat belly and grabbing them with a very harsh grip. and.. ngl you both are going to look like some wild animals fucking each other in the woods, but dont worry though. he's a mass fucking possesive dude. theres no fucking way he'll let some random stranger look at your body. your body is all his and his only for see and touch. and if you forget it? he'll gladly reminds you.

The Men That i'm talking about Are;

GETO SUGURU, OBITO, Itoshi Brothers, MIYA ATSUMU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima Kei, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, ALEC, Sakamaki Brothers, MUKAMI BROTHERS, Lev Haiba, TENDOU, MADARA, KIBA, ITTO, Childe, Scaramouche, POSEIDON, SEBASTIAN, Malleus, HADES, SHIVA, OVERHAUL, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY, Horangi, Alejandro, HIDAN, Deidara, Sasori, KAKUZU, OROCHIMARU, UCHIHA SASUKE, SUKUNA RYOMEN & Bachira.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 2

Domme!Reader x Virgin!Uchiha Itachi  

Word count: 3.6K

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

cw/tw: fem!reader, porn w plot skip to the diamonds for smut you horndog, name calling? (Hidan being an asshole, calls Itachi crow boy lmaoaoao), sappy and romantic, pining?, one bed trope heheh, hand kink, scent kink?, dry humping, corruption kink, praise, exhibitionism, breast & nipple play, cum play, ball play, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names (sweet boy, good boy, etc), masturbation, not super intense BDSM D/s dynamics (reader is def a switch), inexperience & virginity loss (Itachi, let me cook), multiple orgasms, creampie.

Synopsis: Part 2 of Touch My Soul, (Pt. 1 here). Itachi is just a lil' nervous baby. The more time he spends around you, the more he doesn’t know what to do with his growing feelings. When you find yourselves in an unexpected situation, you take the wheel, ruining him for anyone else.

I really appreciate the love I got on my first-ever smut（╹◡╹）♡ (Yuji fic here). Wanted to follow it up with another kinktober addition, featuring one of my other beloved anime men.

I’m on a subby men streak rn and no one can stop me!!! Hope y’all enjoyyy <3 <3 

It was late that night when you heard two gentle knocks on your door that made you jump, butterflies fluttering deep in your stomach knowing it was Itachi at your door. The rest of your fellow Akatuski members surely had gone to bed already, making it the safest time for the two of you to meet alone. 

You hurriedly grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, slipping into your light pink satin robe that deliciously slinked off your curves, pausing in front of your floor-length mirror to wonder if it was maybe too much before shaking off your anxious thoughts and rushing to answer the door. 

You swung the door open to see Itachi, brows arching in surprise to see you in such a different light. “I- uhh,” he stammered as his eyes betrayed him, trailing down and back up your figure to drink in the stunning display you unintentionally put on for him. His cheeks burned red as he realized how indecent you must’ve thought he was being.

“I-I’m sorry, is this not a good time?” He nervously scratched his head, eyes darting around anxiously in an attempt to not ogle you any more than he already had. You had to admit it was adorable, seeing someone who seemed so composed and mature acting like a nervous schoolboy. 

“No, no, come in!” a smile on your face that you were unable to stifle, “Sorry, it’s just those robes we have to wear all the time are so uncomfortable, I’m out of them the second I can be,” you laughed lightly. He followed you into the room, guiltily indulging in the sight of your body from behind. 

As you cleared some space on your bed, he stood observing and admiring all the little knick-knacks and oddities you had scattered around your room, his eyes setting on a small ceramic figurine of a cat.

You sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit. He hesitantly approached, “You, uh, sure you don’t mind me sitting on your bed?” a sheepish smile creeping across his face. A giggle burst out of you, realizing how things could be misinterpreted. 

You shook your head, “It’s not safe to talk here,” you reassured him in a hushed tone, “I’ll use my jutsu to transport us into my soulscape, where we can talk further.” Itachi’s nervous energy dissipated and he sat beside you on your soft bed. 

Once again, you weaved the hand signs of your special jutsu. This time, you took Itachi’s hands and placed them on your shoulders before touching your forehead to his. He did his best to ignore the rush of blood and tingling nerves he felt being close enough to smell the sweet scent radiating off your skin.

You both were transported into your soulscape, where Itachi began taking in his surroundings in awe. You stood in a field of wildflowers under a cotton candy-colored sunset, an early-rising crescent moon in the distant sky. The magnificent colors lit up his visual field as he processed all the information flooding his senses about who you were and all you’d been through. 

He turned to you, an enchanted look of admiration in his deep brown eyes that made your cheeks burn, feeling flustered with vulnerability. You had never shown anyone your soul before and having someone see into you with such love was a foreign concept.

You cleared your throat, preparing to explain the inner workings of the Akatsuki, the intel you’d gathered, and the plan you were preparing to enact now that you had the piece you’d been waiting for– an ally strong enough to help you carry out the downfall of the Akatsuki and Madara himself. 

After that night, you found yourselves in each other’s room to strategize quite often, mostly in the late hours. The snickers from the other Akatsuki members rumored the two of you had begun dating and were trying to hide it. 

One night when Itachi was leaving your bedroom, gently closing the door behind him, he turned to find Hidan standing menacingly against the wall wearing a look of disgust.

“You’re always scurrying out of her room in the middle of the night, huh crow boy,” he sneered.

Itachi’s eyes blazed crimson “And what business do you have lurking around her door?”

Hidan scoffed and walked off, muttering his hateful thoughts about the two of you.

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The more time Itachi and you spent in each other’s presence, the closer you became. Though you’d only known each other a short while, there was a mutual, deep understanding of one another’s souls.

He had never felt this way before, heartbeat nearly pounding out of his chest anytime you sat close, your hand accidentally brushing against him sending sparks through his body. Having to pull himself back down to earth every time he listened to you talk, getting lost in your sparkling eyes, every flutter of your full lashes hypnotizing him further. 

He had without a doubt fallen for you, almost certain the feeling was mutual. His perceptive eyes picking up every quick glance you stole at his lips, the way you blushed anytime his attention was a little too focused on you. 

He wanted more than anything to make his move, for you to be his, but all his years of being a high-ranking shinobi had never really allowed him time for relationships. How could he ask for something he had no idea how to do? And worse, he thought, someone as beautiful and amazing as you shouldn’t settle for someone like him. 

He knew you’d already seen him inside and out and accepted him fully, his sordid past somehow not making your opinion of him falter. But still, there was the matter of his inexperience, or rather, lack of any experience at all adding to his insecurity. 

On a night you had gone to his room, your planning and discussion went on longer than usual. Upon releasing your jutsu, Itachi stood up to find a paper he wanted to show you. You wearily sat on his bed, drained from casting your jutsu for so many hours. As he rummaged around his room, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, body lightly swaying before you admitted defeat to your fatigue and laid yourself down on his bed, the sight of his back growing blurry as the comforting smell of his bedding pulled you in. 

He turned around to find you asleep, curled up with a sweet, peaceful expression spread across your face. He hummed affectionately, pulling the blanket over your worn-out body. He paused, staring at you for a moment, smiling to himself as he envisioned what it’d be like to have the gift of seeing this every night, before tossing a pillow on the floor for his makeshift bed. 

Your eyes blearily opened, “Whaa-what’re you doin’?” your voice croaked, still half asleep. 

His head tilted inquisitively, “I just, umm, figured I’d sleep on the floor so you can be comfortable,” he replied with a kind smile.

You outstretched your arms for him, drowsily shaking your head, “Noooo way, this is your bed,” you lilted in an almost child-like manner. His eyes grew wide, brain short-circuiting as he realized you were okay with him sleeping next to you. You impatiently waved your arms around, ushering him to come soon as sleep was calling your name. 

Itachi hesitantly approached, crawling into bed beside you trying to awkwardly maintain a respectful distance. You turned into his broad chest, nuzzling up to him with a faint smile on your face as you drifted back to sleep. His muscles tensed, heartbeat deafeningly pounding in his ears at being so close to you.

Focusing on his breathing his body eventually softened, looking down at you and feeling pure bliss. He had dreamt of this moment so many times, he couldn’t believe it was really happening. Wrapped up in the warm feelings, he soon followed you into sleep. 

Several hours later, Itachi woke to an unfamiliar stirring in his pants, tired eyes blinking with confusion at the pressure he felt repeatedly nudging his pelvis. His breath hitched as heat flushed his entire body at what he saw. 

You had flipped sides at some point in the night, your back now against Itachi’s chest as you pressed your ass into him over and over again, grinding against his growing bulge. You were dreaming, soft whimpers leaving you every time your hips connected with his in your unconscious state. He couldn’t help himself from wondering if you could be dreaming about him, ears ringing at every angelic sound you made. 

He fought with himself, feeling guilty for not waking you immediately, but he couldn’t help it, every rock of your hips into him sent divine pleasure rippling through his entire body, his cock becoming uncomfortably hard in his pants, even with such little stimulation. He closed his eyes, fully indulging in the moment for a few more seconds before he lightly tapped your arm. Noticing, in his heightened arousal, how soft your skin felt under his fingertips, how the heat of your sleeping body projected your intoxicating scent.

You were deep asleep, unresponsive to his gentle touch. He took a deep breath, collecting himself before he tried again, this time tapping a little harder, “Y/n, hey. Wake up y/n,” his deep, gravelly voice rasped in your ear. Your eyes opened slowly, “Hmmm? ‘tachi?” your sleepy voice squeaked, “Wass goin’ on?” you rolled back against him, looking up at his flushed face with confusion. 

Your mind shot awake, finally processing what an intimate position the two of you were in, “Oh shit! I’m sorr–,” a small gasp left your lips as you noticed his eyes dark with lust, feeling the growing bulge between his legs pressed up against your ass, “Fuck.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly overcome with heady arousal, the masculine and fresh scent of his skin and bedding sending pulsing shocks to your clit. A gentle moan slipped past your lips as you slowly resumed grinding your hips against him. 

He breathed deeply, his nimble hand acting on its own, trailing down the curves of your body to grab onto your hip, “C-Can I touch you here?” his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Uh-huhh,” you breathily moaned. 

His hand needily latched onto your hip, pulling you in closer, both of you feeling a magnetic pull between your cores. You rolled your hips together, the pace quickening as you began losing yourselves in the intensity of the moment. 

His breath fanning the shell of your ear from behind, you drank in the sounds of his gentle gasps and moans, breath growing ragged at the overwhelming pleasure he felt. His vision going hazy, he tucked his head into the crook of your neck as he began humping you frantically, his carnal senses controlling him. His large hand gripping you bruisingly, a strained moan dragged out of his chest as his orgasm suddenly exploded out of him, coating the inside of his pants with copious amounts of cum. 

You smiled sinfully, turning over to face him but he avoided eye contact, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe I–,” his brows furrowing with embarrassment, “I’ve just never done anything like this,” he quietly admitted, innocent eyes anxiously scanning yours. 

A switch flipped in you. 

You hummed, tenderly stroking his warm cheek with your hand as your eyes fell to his lips. You smiled affectionately, “I know, sweet boy,” slowly bringing your plump lips to his, pausing a breath away, smile tinging with deviance as you looked deep into his eyes, “just watch me," you whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his. His lips parted with a shaky moan, kissing you back hungrily. 

Rolling onto your back, you began tracing the hills and valleys of your curves with your hands, stopping to indulgently squeeze your breasts, massaging your hard nipples. He swallowed hard, his sharingan eyes watching your every move, burning the moment into his memory.

Your hand snaked its way under your shorts, fingers dipping into the wet heat between your thighs, letting out a soft moan as you ran a finger over your swollen clit. You looked into his eyes, biting your lip as you began pleasuring yourself. 

He moved his hand to gently brush a stray hair out of your face, wanting to have a clear view of your features twisting with pleasure. Your head turned to catch his fingers along your open mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking on it as you looked up at him wantonly, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. You released your lips with a pop as he began messing your pout with his thumb, relishing in the sensation of your luscious lips beneath his fingertip.

He looked at you, eyes glazed over with lust, before passionately cupping your face and kissing you deeply as you continued playing with your pussy, thighs shaking and body tingling with heat as you rubbed firm circles around your clit.

Itachi was devouring you with his eyes, your body and mind buzzing with electric arousal at being watched so intently. 

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you purred between breathy moans, reading his mind. You grasped his hand, guiding it up under your shirt to cup your full breast, “Like this.”

A whimper left Itachi’s lips as his warm palm connected with the delicate skin of your breast, exploring your body with fervid curiosity. Squeezing the plush flesh and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples, you moaned in delight. 

You began feeling the sizzling electricity of your building orgasm, fingers rubbing faster and tighter circles around your pulsating clit. Waves of white-hot pleasure washing over you as you rocketed into your climax, the feeling of Itachi's clothed cock, hard and eager for you again, needily pressing into you sending you over the edge. 

You collapsed with a pleased smile, taking a moment to catch your breath before sitting up unexpectedly, motivated and ready for more pleasure. “Itachi– off, please,” you demanded, needily tugging at the waistband of his black sweatpants. He hurriedly lifted his hips to pull them down, fumbling as he tried to yank it off his leg not wanting to delay a second longer, then grabbing the back of his black t-shirt’s collar to pull it over his head.

His length stood fully erect, no longer restrained by his pants. His body was heavenly, like a carved-marble depiction of a god. Pale skin covering his chiseled, lean muscles, marred with battle scars. His cock was so pretty, the perfect length and girth for a delicious stretch, bulging veins dancing along the sides, messy with sticky, white cum from his previous orgasm, and throbbing with need.

“Fuuckkk, you’re so big baby,” you licked your lips, mesmerized by the sight as you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking his cock, using his cum as lube. 

His body heaved at the sensation, a choked whine leaving his lips. He let out a small gasp as you thumbed his glistening slit, “Such a pretty cock,” you cooed, dropping your other hand to massage his heavy balls. His eyes rolled back momentarily in ecstasy, he could cum again just from the way you spoke to him. 

You brought your hand up to lick his cum off before crawling over him, breasts brushing against his lean chest, hips arched seductively. Itachi laid there panting, so overwhelmed with arousal he couldn’t do anything but let out needy moans as his wildest fantasy unfurled in front of him. You lightly dragged your lips along the ridge of his ear, breathing lightly against it before kissing the tip of his earlobe.

“Mmmh please let me feel you inside me baby, pleeeease?” you moaned against his skin, kissing along his sharp jaw and down his neck, “Don’t you wanna know how good my wet pussy feels wrapped around your cock?”

A shuddering moan left his chest at your provocative words. You looked up at him, siren eyes hypnotizing him. He nodded enthusiastically with a dazed expression, pupils blown wide with lust, completely drunk on arousal– mind floating out of his body.

“Y-Yes, pl-pleasee,” he hiccuped, struggling to process that this was happening to him in real life. 

“Hmmm good boy,” a devilish smile on your face, “just lay back and let me make you feel good, okayy baby?” 

You got off him, standing up and turning around to teasingly pull your shorts down, giving him a front-row seat as you bent over seductively, sliding them off at a torturous pace, exposing your lace-covered pussy from behind, a sweet little whimper leaving his lips as he saw the wet spot from your orgasm. Pulling off your shirt to reveal a matching bra, his brain malfunctioned at how exquisite you looked. 

You then began languidly pulling your panties down, revealing your decadent pussy to his eyes. “Ooohh my–" he gasped, "oh my god,” feeling the pulse in his erection as it twitched with desire. You flashed him a confident smile, fingertips dragging up and down the curves of your body, feeling his dark eyes on you, memorizing every touch and squeeze.

Seeing his eager cock, precum leaking from his tip and dribbling down his shaft, you licked your lips, pussy fluttering in excitement at the thought of being stretched by him. Crawling on top of him like a feline stalking her prey, you drank in the sensual power you felt as you locked eyes with him. 

You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, “Ready sweet boy?” you confirmed. He was more than ready for you, breathlessly watching your every move in anticipation of what came next. Your juicy pussy hovered just above the head of his cock, so close his sensitive tip could feel the heat radiating from between your thighs. He hazily nodded, head foggy with such unimaginable lust and desire he didn’t know was possible to experience.

You slowly began sinking down on his cock, both of you releasing depraved moans, delighting in the heavenly sensation of his thick cock sliding into the hilt, burying deep in your soaking wet pussy. Your hands splayed on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as he experienced the sinfully wet heat of your pussy for the first time. 

“Fuuuuckkk y/n, oh my god!” he cried out, he gripped the sheets with white knuckles. You gave him a moment, a sultry twinkle in your eye seeing him squirm in unbearable pleasure beneath you. 

You began riding him, the tight walls of your pussy squeezing his engorged cock as you slid him in and out, strained moans leaving his chest. You reached down to grab his hands, bringing them up to place on your waist as you bounced up and down on his dick. 

“How does that feel baby, hmm?” your voice pouring out of you like honey. He winced in unbearable pleasure, “S-So, fuck–” struggling to respond between panting moans, “sooo f-fucking good” he sobbed.

Everything was too much, too good– the unbelievably gorgeous sight of you on top of him, breasts bouncing, the way your tight pussy was milking his inexperienced cock. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen as the pressure at the base of his cock began rapidly rising. 

He looked up at you, eyes flashing with anxiety. He was too enmeshed in the moment to find the words, but he knew he was going to cum quick. Sensing his urgency, feeling his cock twitch inside you, you leaned down to kiss him.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you purred against his lips, “want you to fill my pussy up, pleasee.” Your words rattled around his brain, the tether binding him to reality snapping. 

Every fiber lit aflame with pure ecstasy, his mind went blank– only a singular motive, his primal need to release himself inside you. 

His arms flexed as he wrapped them around you, pulling you in closer to his chest, fingertips digging into your skin as he began pounding your pussy from below. Sounds of two feral animals ravishing each other echoed off the walls as you simultaneously reached climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he stuttered his hips up into you. 

Obeying your command, he plunged his length into you as deep as he could, strangled moans reverberating in his chest, cock spasming as he began pumping ropes of his thick, hot cum into your pussy in amounts he had no idea he was capable of producing. 

“Oof-fuckkk!” you mewled, “Feel so full, such a good boy,” you praised, your hand pressing above his cock, near the point where the two of you were fused as one. You rubbed his lower abdomen, tossing your head back in pleasure at the erotic sensation of being stuffed so full of his cock and cum, overwhelming warmth spreading through your core. He whimpered at your words, cock quivering as your pussy clenched around him, not yet wanting to unsheathe his sensitive length. 

You collapsed against his solid chest, both of you sweaty, panting messes holding each other in a loving embrace, completely drained from cumming multiple times. He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face as he ran his fingertips soothingly up and down your back as you pressed kisses to where your lips met his skin. 

“That. was. amazing.” his smooth voice blurted, his ability to form coherent sentences returning to him, “Thank you so much,” he leaned his head down to press a meaningful kiss to your forehead. You giggled, endorphins flushing your system making you feel giddy with love, you could stay like this with him forever.

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If you read this far, thank you so muuuuch I luvv you!! ♡♡♡

[jesi555]

CONTENT !

꩜ WHAT

smut for fem readers, when i post twt links idc what skin colour the person has in the vid and my fics usually dont indicate physical features. but if you'd like specific stuff just send me an ask and i'll find something close to what you like. breeding, exhibitionism, choking/breath play, somno, Quirofilia (hand kink), cnc, degradation/humiliation, impact play, praise, Katoptronophilia, Vicarphilia etc.

꩜ WHO

one piece : luffy, zoro, nami, buggy, aokiji, ussop, sanji, robin, mihawk, doflamingo, roger, hancock, shanks, kidd, law, katakuri, ace, vivi, yamato, crocodile , smoker, lucci.

jjk : gojo, toji, geto, shoko, todo, noritoshi, nanami, sukuna, shiu.

kny : rengoku, uzui+wives, mitsuri, sanemi, obanai, muzan, akaza.

others : sakura, shikamaru, itachi, hidan, madara, tobirama, hashirama, jiraiya, nana(s), loid, chrollo, illumi, kurapika.

꩜ NO GO'S ❌

CANONICALLY MINOR CHARACTERS, amab + male reader + etc, pseudo/step-cest/incest, dom! reader, necro, vore, sacrilege, character x character, pregnant reader (i enjoy the preggo reader fics to some extent but i dont like writing them), orgies, stalking, pegging, rim jobs, age regression, lolicon, ddlg, yandere, foot fetish, bukkake, non-con recording, lactation, breast feeding, mommy kink, watersports, piss kink, domestic abuse, brainwashing, scat, cbt, food play, snowballing, race play, pet play, m-preg, bestiality, eating disorders, master kink, wound fucking, heavy bleeding, dad’s best friend (maybe, ask b4) etc.

[omegamusings-writigs]

Naruto Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Konoha

Kiba [hc] being his omega (a x o reader) [hc] with a short omega (a x o reader)

Naruto [hc] being his alpha (o x a reader) [hc] nesting (o x a reader)

Choji [hc] being his omega (a x o reader)

Suna

Gaara [hc] being his alpha (o x a reader)

Akatsuki

Hidan [hc] being his omega (a x o reader)

Multi Crime & Compatibilities (akatsuki x o reader) (multi chapter fic)

[moumouton4]

Can you do a Akatsuki a/o and Akatsuki orochimaru and the s/o is a dom in front of the Akatsuki but in the bed.. holy crap orochimaru is such a dom!!!

Holy Crap He Is Such A Dom || Orochimaru x fem!reader

A/n : Hello dearest ! And as always currently I'm going to say, finally. Because it's been a while you requested so here it is ! I hope you'll like it 😍 The chronology of Akatsuki members' arrivals is not respected

A/n 2 : Yeah I liked your request so much it's the title in the fic ( it's like 0,01% of the fic was yours you'll see why lmao 😂 )

With also Itachi, Hidan and Kakuzu ( mention of Sasori )

Warnings : Dom Orochimaru, penetrative sex, spank, hair puling, biting, marking, form of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1233

You've never been the type to get walked on. No kindness was shown to your targets or enemies. You were fierce

Even within the Akatsuki, everyone knew that when you said something once, you didn't like to repeat yourself

Certainly there were moments of laughter and cordiality with some. Long conversations about your motivations, but when it came to the serious stuff, nobody argued with you. Nor tried to control you

You'd been paired up with Kakuzu before Hidan arrived, and well, that hadn't really worked out too well. He is the one to lose his temper pretty quickly, no matter what the situation, and if he had the bad idea of telling you to be quiet - even politely - you'd go off at the drop of a hat

"Erm, I don't think so. Since when do you give me orders ?"

"Not now Y/n. Don't start pissing me off" he growled

"Shut your mouth yourself, it'll give you some rest"

Finally Pain - Nagato - had to separate you and find you a new partner because he didn't want your useless bickering to ruin his plans

After barely 4 months with Akatsuki, everyone had realized that you were dominant kind of woman

"Damn this girl's got some spice" was one of the first things Hidan said when he saw you

"At least she doesn't let herself be pushed around" Itachi tried to calm him down, sensing that the newcomer was about to say something inappropriate

Even Sasori knew that telling you he didn't like to wait was pointless, because you were your own master. And that no matter what he did, you wouldn't budge

Then he arrived and everything changed... well, everything changed behind closed doors

When you heard that Orochimaru was going to join the Akatsuki, it didn't make you neither hot nor cold. You weren't going to change your personality. This was who you were, period

On the other hand, when he arrived, he wasn't disappointed by your assertive personality.

A smirk often appeared on his face when you raised your voice or put your opinion above others

For example, when you were a bit annoyed and wanted something done quickly, he'd say "I'll take care of it right away, Darling" in a silky voice

"Don't you dare calling me that" you'd grumble

"Of course I'd never" he'd say still smirking ( I don't know why I'm having thoughts about Loki Laufeyson lmao )

And that's actually one of those common banter than you both ended up kissing hungrily each other's mouth as if it was your last meal

Hopefully there was nobody around because it was violent. In the sense that you kept bumping into each other ( imagine the 1st sex scene between Buffy and Spike, but without the house collapsing )

Finally you arrived in your room. In the blink of an eye, the two started undressing. Gradually revealing the source of each other's desire

And then your moment took a turn. Damn no ! Not only this moment. Maybe even your personality

You moved past him, placing your hand on his chest and trying to push him down onto the bed

In this kind of situation, you were used to laying your partner down before riding him / her / them - cowgirl supremacy - and you thought it was going to happen like that too. But it didn't

"What are you trying to do, Darling ?" he cooed

You thought he hadn't understood what you were trying to do, "Lie down so I can ri-" but he cut you off

"Oh no I don't think so" and with that he grabbed your arm and pinned you on your stomach on your bed. You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your ass

"What the-" you were a little puzzled and a little annoyed. You were supposed to be on top it's always been like that

"Shhh Pet" he said, speaking the word loud and clear, as if giving you another status "I let you boss me around enough out there. But now it's my turn to steer the ship"

You tried to contradict him, but he spanked your ass hard, making you squeak. Your thighs clenched instinctively. Okay maybe if he was going to be like this all along you should give him some credit. It didn't feel that bad too

You let yourself lie down without resistance. He flashed a big smile behind you "Good girl" he mused

He then grabbed his cock and you felt him rub the tip against your wet folds, making you moan softly "And you're so eager, aren't you ? I bet you secretly like being submitted"

That wasn't really true, but with him it wasn't like with anyone else

He didn't give you time to reply as he suddenly entered you with a hard thrust "Mmmh that's it. You're taking me like a good one"

He didn't really give you much time to adjust to his size. he was way to horny for that - next time surely he would

But you didn't really care. Your face was scarlet. He was right... you rather liked being dominated by him. Not being in control for once. The thrill of the surprise, yes, it was orgasmic.

You felt him pounding inside your tight warmth relentlessly. his hand gripping a handful of your hair while the other was firmly holding your hip. yes tomorrow the spot would surely be bruised

Then his mouth descended towards you. He nipped at your shoulder and neck. He was clearly marking you. There wasn't any going back now. And you secretly wished that was what those bites meant

"Would you mind if I marked you with my release ?" he asked breathlessly. He was a gentleman after all

You didn't answer, you were such a moaning mess. No thoughts in your brain only Orochimaru's harsh thrusts

He pulled your hair a little more roughly making your back arch "Would you ?" he didn't even bother repeating the question - and holy crap he Orochimaru such a dom ( and here I placed it 😂 )

"Y-yes yes ! Please come inside me !"

Your desperate plea made him growl in your ear, sending shivers down your spine "Consider it done then" and with that he picked up his pace. You body pushed flush and almost forcefully against your mattress

The room filled with obscene noises of bodies colliding. When he felt the coil in his stomach burst he pressed his hips forward into your as he spilled his seed inside you. His body, spent, fell on top of yours as he spoke “It’s done. You’re mine now” he then gave a kiss where he has been biting you before closing his eyes

On your side you couldn’t breathe any heavier, you’ve never had such a strong orgasm in… never. Slowly your body relaxed as you let yourself get comfortable on your bed. You could feel his length slowly softening inside of you

You were a bit shocked that you actually like being manhandled - snake handled lmao - but you couldn’t help but be excited for what was to come on your next session

And a if he knew exactly was you were thinking he said on a satisfied tone “And that’s only the beginning”

You were even more excited now… and red too

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Taglist : @foxxymunson , @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 8: In a Week

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter

Summary of chapter: Summertime settles around the torn home, and Kisame tries to ignore blood in the water and docile prey. But rot and decay can spread with wounds left alone, so, what is he to do about the wretchedness of domestic life?

Author's Note: The song for this chapter is In a Week by Hozier and Karen Crowley, lyrics not complete.

I woke up at 5am because my cat woke me up at 4 and I couldn't go back sleep and I started writing and now it's 5pm and I have a full chapter written and rewritten here you go. Take it. Takeittakeittakeittakeittakeit

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I have never known peace

Like the damp grass that yields to me

I have never known hunger

Like these insects that feast on me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Alone, at the edge of the universe, humming a tune…

The ocean sighs, waves in...and out...as breaths of air from Aphrodite’s yearning lungs. It matches her own.

In…

...

Out…

It’s almost like it babbles with laughter underneath the surface, soft and distant after being carried from so far away. It speaks, too, but so hushed she can hardly recognize words let alone decipher them. Then, there are four rings: rusty orange, dusty turquoise, glittering amber, bright crimson. She’s caressed by four hands whom the jewels belong to: one cupping her left hand with its palm; one gripping her shoulder; one fluttering on the side of her neck; one holding her right hand. Reverence. Possession. Caution. Calm. She sees not their bodies, but she knows them. Her eyes are locked ahead in a trance. The sky is such a light blue it may be closer to white, and the water froths in the same pearly shade.

In…

...

Out…

Is this heaven? She had given up the idea long ago. Heaven doesn’t exist for people like her. Omniscience tells her she is alone on this unending beach, just her and the touches of a hand. The water draws ever closer to her bare feet.

In…

A gasp. She is awake.

Two birds twitter back and forth on a branch outside, framed by a cracked open window. They hobble and hop around one another, arguing, till a third joins in and pulls away her mate. The maturing leaves rustle in a perfect summer breeze, a last echo of the waves in her mind. Wide but sleepy eyes flicker, taking in the graceful flow of a thin curtain overhead, shifting like a white flag in the wind. The traveler blinks. Her hands are folded underneath a knit blanket, and she feels her untied hair sprawl over a pillow beneath her head. The fabric beneath her smells of age, but nothing unpleasant such to betray its prior years of neglect. It’s almost like she’s a child again and just spent the night at Grandpa’s house. It’s almost as if it was all just a dream.

The sensation of peace soaks into her as long as she can manage, her heart itself taking a sigh of relief for this respite.

In…

…

Out.

...But it’s time she grows up and inspects that pounding sound a room or two away. The last bird remaining sings, alone and longing as the dreamer picks herself up from the couch and sleepwalks into a new day.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A thousand teeth

And yours among them, I know

Our hungers appeased

Our heartbeats becoming slow

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The tall man still has blue skin as she approaches from behind, even more clearly now with his cloak off and headband set onto the folded clouds upon the kitchen counter. A muscular arm wipes the sweat off his forehead, tank top thin enough to betray each movement of his back to do so. He looks over his shoulder and the woman jumps— just a little. Surprise takes him first, too, then his common sense.

“Oh, you’re awake.” So she is. He wields the hammer with a bit of guilt, raising it from his hip in display. “Hopefully it isn’t my fault.” Her heart flutters as he stops his handiwork to face her, the organ still sore from all the efforts it had to go through these past few days. Sheepishly, shark teeth grin. “You can at least tell me if it bothered you… Much preferred over how quiet you are.”

Self-consciousness kicks in as commanded, and her cheeks prickle redder. “Sorry.”

He blinks. Geez… How does someone get so sensitive as this? He can’t imagine going on the way his ward must. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he corrects.

“Oh.” … “Sorry.”

“At this point I’m of a mind you’re mocking me.”

She has to bite her lip to not say sorry again. A moment of internal admonishment, and then her shy gaze finally works its way upward off the polished floorboards. The height of Kisame against the backdrop of kitchen windows is like looking up at a redwood in midday, sunrays split at his hair and cascading past till its faded at her feet. They lock eyes, for just a moment, as the two lovebirds from before dance behind his head and away into the forest. The singing of the third is still heard, desperate but unwavering, and it wakes up her ears to what she isn’t hearing:

“...The drip is gone.”

His frown revises into a grin. “Ah, yes. Hopefully you weren’t attached to it.” Taking the man literally, the house host shakes her head no.

“You fixed it for me?” The answer is obvious, but he finds this polite opportunity to take credit nice.

“Among some other things,” he reveals humbly, returning to his chore. Despite himself, it hasn’t been so bad-- perhaps in part because he’s left to his own devices. Itachi, especially with proper tools, cooks marvelously, and it’s gratifying to have a bed to claim, in a space to call his own. He hammers more gently on the window frame to fix the new wood in place; it’ll take more time, but there’s less chance of spooking the lady. “You can’t actually own this place, can you? Not just with the story I’ve heard— you not being from here— but with how simply decrepit these conditions are.” Frankly, he’s not sure how even the zombie combo managed to tolerate it.

At first she just shakes her head again, but realizes his position turned away means she must speak. “I just found it. I got lost the second day I was traveling with them, and I took it as shelter.” A shrug. “No one’s shown up to claim it or yell at us, though.”

One eye of his pinches in confusion. “The hell did you manage to get lost with one S-rank missing-nin flogging each of your sides?”

“Got tired. Trailed behind.”

Oh gods above, he thinks.

“Well, when we travel, it’ll be different,” he promises in an exhale. She blinks.

“We?”

And Kisame stops again, the nail so tiny to her between his fingers, and he once more looks over his shoulder. “Ah. You really have just woken up. Itachi will explain that to you. It’s his idea, anyway.” He raises the hammer:

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of repairs taking the space where a conversation used to be gives the woman a good idea that perhaps this is her cue to part. She backs away, hands folded behind her as she can’t help but take in how— why, yes, it is— how different this place is. What was dull is now shiny, and what was rotten is now renewed. A search for the cracks in the ceiling finds none. Kisame can still feel her presence in the entryway, and so the hammer continues to falls soft, softer than its purpose requires.

“Sir?”

He grunts in recognition. Then, he feels her smile like sunshine upon his back.

“Thank you.”

Kisame glances just in time to see her wave— as kiddish and pure as a grown gal can manage— before the pale dress slips away to see the raven.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The hammer isn’t the thing making that sound this time, playing like a record in his ear. Guiltily, conflicted, he huffs under his breath at the empty space where she was.

“Of course, princess.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I have never known sleep

Like the slumber that creeps to me

I have never known color

Like this morning reveals to me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The other man still wears his cloak, red clouds stark against the earth tones of picture frames and wooden chairs. Steam rises from his cup, dust motes waltzing in its spotlight, and it wafts around his face as he takes in a drink slow and steadying. Black, matte eyes take in the sight of her— her eager wave but nervous smile. How much does she remember? Probably just enough.

“You...your name is Itachi. Right?” the woman begins. Though several seats adorn the edges of the dining table, she takes none to join him. He notes her wariness.

“Yes. Apologies for not clarifying sooner.” She appears to shrug it off.

“No no, it’s okay. We both kinda...had a lot on our minds when you got here, I think?” Speaking of… “...Is...everything okay?” While the man nods, she still feels reason to clarify. “With the...bruise. I mean.” His gaze shifts just a touch down.

“It appears that way.”

And after a questioning hum, she looks too. After being such an ugly, clearly hand-shaped mark, it’s hardly like anything’s there at all. “...Woah. It really healed well for just one night, huh…?” It’s been a couple of nights, in actuality, but Itachi sees no harm in keeping her perspective as the truth. “Whatever your friend used was really powerful stuff, I guess.”

Another sip, unburdened and unrushed. “It wasn’t that. It was rest you needed.” This reply means she can’t dance around the questions any longer:

“Itachi," she says, now with a more personal weight she can place upon that infamous name, "Did...you make me go to sleep?”

Lids with full lashes close, and for a second there’s fear they’ll rise and reveal red once again. But this does not occur. He simply recomposes...and they open to the same shadowy tone. “Yes,” Itachi admits, if only because she will know regardless.

“Why?”

This isn’t something he takes joy in answering.

“To guarantee you rest.” To guarantee her compliance without further trauma, as they inspected and cared for her injury or any others. Her lips purse and brow curls, but another response will not be squeezed from the hypnotist. She requires a compromise, though, however how small:

“Will you warn me before you do it again? I-...I thought I was dying, for a second there…”

As Itachi is wont to do, he replies in silence, shutting his eyes once more...and nodding. A tiny relief feels like a boulder off her back, and it lets her move on.

“So...I heard you wanted to take us somewhere?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And you haven't moved an inch

Such that I would not know

If you sleep always like this

The flesh calmly going cold

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Gentle raindrops patter, light and quick like the notes of this piano she’s going to pick out. The dreamer can hardly believe it: no more needing to work in the bar just to touch one again, she will have a real-deal piano of her own. She missed her keyboard, sure, with its lightweight and flexibility, but nothing beats the weight of real black and white keys, the reverberations under her fingertips. It makes her giddy— so giddy, in fact, that she hasn’t asked the question of how a half-ton instrument it will be brought back home with them yet. The shark grins agreeably, twisting his head as he watches her hop from one overturned log to another on the outskirts of his reach, arms outstretched as if it really does help her balance. Her whimsical nature almost makes the apologia worthwhile, each tiny “sorry” as a splash sputters up to the edge his cloak every so often. It seems like not responding to it is the best strategy, as the woman merely keeps on as she was afterward, with more skipping and kicking of water with her muddied brown boots. Her sunhat does little to shield the weather, but she revels in the cool touch upon her cheeks. The ribbon flutters like butterfly wings.

He’ll swear he heard her laugh, somewhere along the way, hushed and secret but there all the same. He feels just a twinge of guilt, as certainly it was to be private, but he will keep her secret.

“How long did you say it was?” the woman asks, one foot now directly in front of the other in an imaginary tightrope. Kisame looks to his partner in amusement, searching for any tinge of annoyance as she asks for the third time since the adventure started. Itachi, however, has the patient of a saint.

“Much longer, Miss Takara. You should conserve your energy. We can’t have you falling behind.”

It may or may not pass over Itachi’s head, but it doesn’t his partner’s as the last sentence causes her to deflate. Gradually, arms lower and so does the smile, and as if in self-fulfilling prophesy, her steps nearly stop. Kisame slows to her speed, quite a feat with his stride being so much longer.

“It’s a metaphor,” he explains. “We aren’t really so daft as to let you do that.” But they did, he imagines her silent retort in those big, expressive eyes. “...We won’t let that happen. Still... not a bad idea to go at a pace you can maintain. We’ll be on the road a while for this gift of yours.” Success is found with his rewording of the situation, the woman’s face regaining a bit of its former levity as she nods to convey understanding.

He’s not a big fan of how quickly he’s grown loyal to that smile; Kisame mentally notes to pace himself. Beside him, Itachi nods in agreement, and the three continue on. Hours pass as she murmurs her joys— such as the petals that drift down and the bugs that sneak by in retreat. Sky becomes darker, and while the rain doesn’t worsen, it also does not cease. Instinctively, after such a long comradery, the Akatsuki can agree wordlessly that it is time to bunker down. It isn’t the destination that obtains their objective, after all, but their journey. At first, the woman attempts to apologize once, but it’s quickly diffused: no, she didn’t slow them. This was the most likely outcome. Yes, they are prepared for it. Don’t worry— certainly don’t say you’re sorry yet again. They step into the mouth of a cave, and after a moment of inspection, deem it worthy for their camp. Only one sleeping bag was brought, and she can’t insist it upon someone else, much to her dismay.

Rain glimmers like diamonds under the moonlight, and each one is fancied in her head as a sweet, short note as they hit the dirt. Itachi is further down than she, back upon the rock wall and eyes shut, while the swordsman across her leans with one arm over his knee, Samehada propped beside him, not watching the rainfall but beyond it.

“Mm?” Kisame acknowledges her question, returning a stare with his glance. “Someone has to keep watch, I’m not about to sleep. Don’t worry about me. Just go ahead and close your eyes, princess. No one needs to watch the watcher.” But even as she does as instructed, she cannot sleep. Beautiful as the night is, it’s too cold, and mist manages to find its way to her goosebumped skin.

No...she can’t show weakness now. Don’t climb in the blanket, don’t complain...—

But she can’t hide how she shivers.

Movements slow as molasses bring Kisame up from his seat. The woman not yet alerted to this change, he’s allowed to take the sight of her in without so much fidgeting. Why the hell is she like this…? Unfortunately, he knows why. He’s felt why.

Failure arises in his attempt to wrap his cloak around her shoulders without making her look at him; why is it so disconcerting to him whenever she just looks?

“What are you doing?”

He’s so close by in the middle of this swaddling of her. He can feel the warmth of her breath on his face. She can feel his on her own.

“You...don’t have to—”

“Stop.”

A pang of remorse but not regret as this word makes her freeze. So near to the swordsman, she can finally get a good look at his small eyes, see that it isn’t a command of his but a plea. There’s no disdain, just...sympathy. He’s on the wire with this, now, and the woman needs to listen and listen well if they’re both going to make it out of this with spirits intact.

“No matter how hard you try…” Kisame murmurs, just loud enough for it to register. “You will never make yourself so small, so insignificant you will not exist. If that is fact— and it is fact— do so with no second guessing, alright? You exist. You will take up space… No matter how hard you try.” This is his truth. In a world of lies, existence is one of few realities everyone should know. Should honor. What’s been done to for him to doubt the the space he takes is obvious...what could a wee thing like her have done?

Whatever it is, it’s branded on her soul like a tattoo. She must question him. It is her curse. Surely his nickname for her isn’t out of respect.

“But am I a burden? Kisame?” Lips that surely have said no evil whisper his name, and he wonders if it stains upon her mouth.

“It doesn’t matter if you are.” Unable to take this anymore, the man begins to stand— but...but...a palm brushes onto his arm, begging he remain. Its fingers trail down grayed skin until tangled in his own. The ring is starkly cold against the rest of him.

“I have one condition,” she chooses to wager, for his coat. To be embarrassed is to be known, she repeats to herself. To be known is to be embarrassed. Life is short. There may be no third chance. Just take it. And as always, you can regret later.

So, hesitantly, she does accept his kindness on a stipulation of her own design. It is one that draws hesitation from Kisame as well.

“Share it. With me?” Don’t apologize. Do not apologize. Wait for his answer. Her fingertips bask in his presence. “You’re so warm—” Cease the explanation. It hurts to not reject yourself before he can...but...wait.

The seconds pass by like pressing your hand against a hot stove.

“...I’m not the kind of guy you should be vulnerable with.” It’s a halfhearted dismissal, and two words carry it to the grave.

“That’s okay.”

He keeps his mouth shut, lest he trip and cut her on his way down to her side. The heat of his body swathes, an immediate shield against the frost of night. Though the cloak is sized for him, it easily swallows the dreamer up, too, hardly needing his arm looping around her to keep it shut. And then, as they settle into this tiny corner of wilderness, so too does acceptance roost. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, somehow tense yet nothing between them at all. Raw human need and emotion, hungry exchange but careful hands. Though he must keep his watch, he’d be looking to the rain anyways; it washes the earth like she briefly does his misdeeds. It should be no surprise to him that she gifts him the dignity she gifts everyone, but it still hitches his breath as the woman sings her lullaby of death and rot and flowers.

We lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found

To freeze or to thaw

So long, we'd become the flowers

Two corpses we were

Two corpses I saw

These lyrics speak to him as a consolation, a thank you. Two beings finding guilt in being alive, but compromising that yet they still must. The dewy grass seems to grow taller even as she speaks, and the birds of prey come lower from the treetops. Despite his best efforts, the rain can’t keep his mind from wandering.

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I'd be home with you

She’s a siren, and he sees her spell plain as day. Lying on a bed together, under sheets as white as snow: as immaculate as he imagines her soul to be, to be so trusting. Their hands lay between their faces, interlocked till they die.

I'd be home with you

With this repetition, the vision pierces him it too deeply. Abruptly, disappointingly, the swordsman stands straight up, hiding his startle and making the cloak flit like a wing till it unwraps him from her.

“I— heard something,” he lies. There’s so much empty space where he used to be; it quickly fills beside the woman with chill. “I’ll need to keep watch...Sorry,” he adds quietly, not daring to look back.

Though ignorant, the dreamer is not stupid. Irony makes her ache. Humanity makes her hope. But it’s his choice to make, that there is nothing to relish in forcing one stay. The tailless beast seems of single mind as he steps to the rocky mouth of their sanctuary, refusing to look back at the gaze he can still feel. He warned her already not to get too close. Whatever comes next will be her fault, he convinces himself, just as with everybody else. She isn’t special.

Then why does he care if she gets hurt?

“Close your eyes,” Hoshigaki Kisame requests once again. Don’t look at him like that. He is meant to die alone, and domestic living is too good for the likes of him. But even so, on the back of his lying tongue, the rogue dares to mouth her name:

“...Takara-hime.”

Maybe she has some terrible power, after all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had its say

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[kookie-doughs]

One Shot Aisle

I write multi-fandom oneshots. Of course all of which is “X reader” unless requested otherwise. I accept requests and tags as long as you refer to my pinned post.

Though I am not quite confident with my skills I will try my best to write. Please don’t hesitate on requesting. I will/may reuse the fics I had gotten depending on whether I have another idea with it.

the labeling of the fics might be confusing especially in AU and Prompt fic so if you’re still confused you could just ask me. In requesting I’d like you to label your own req on which fic it’ll go to.

Word Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given word I chose. The word are chosen randomly. The chosen word could either be a request or a word I randomly picked from a dictionary.

Coffee || Shota Aizawa(My Hero Academy)

Photograph || Ryota Kise(Kuroko no Basket)

Friend || Petra Ral(Attack On Titan)

AU Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given AU I chose. The AU are chosen randomly. The chosen AU could either be a request or an AU I just felt like writing.

Aging! Soulmate AU || Miya Atsumu(Haikyuu)

Writing! Soulmate AU || Tamaki Suoh(Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Asylum AU || Hidan(Naruto)

Dialogue Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given dialogue I chose. The dialogue are chosen randomly. The chosen dialogue could either be a request or dialogue I just heard from a movie/ read from another book.

“Excuse me. I have to cause a scene” || Makoto Edamura(Great Pretender)

“I think I love you.” || Bokuto Kotaro(Haikyuu)

“I never anticipated you'd test our connection in such a way.” || Light Yagami(Death Note)

Prompt Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given prompt I chose. The prompt are chosen randomly. I am aware technically all of these are prompt but I mean here I’ll be given a situation and I’ll write something out of that. This could also be considered as headcanon fic. The chosen prompt could either be requested or something I saw on writing prompt tag.

Tending their wounds while scolding them only to realize they weren’t listening and was falling for you instead || Roronoa Zoro(One Piece)

One Piece NSFW Headcanons || Various

Cooking together with S/O’s friend and it ended up bad || Vinsmoke Sanji(One Piece)

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Wip list

List of works from various fandoms currently in developing varying in level of completion

Jujutsu Kaisen.

bully. yuuta/reader

marks of misfortune. yuuta/reader

gutsy. megumi/reader

sirimiri. nanami/reader

saving you soon. gojo/reader

snippets of carnal. jjk/reader

Naruto.

drunk in love. lee/reader

yearning completion. itachi/reader

itachi series collab w/ a friend.

madara series collab w/ a friend.

old friends. kisame/reader

kakuzu fic.

hidan fic.

& countless others lol. My brain is a naruto cesspool -

Attack on titan.

diaries of the damned. aot x reader

[nightingaleflow]

(Me searching for rare pair to avoid repetition )

KakuHidan

Kakashi x Kaguya

Kakuzu/Hidan:

Ship It

What made you ship it?

There was a fic I read (I can't find it now :() of them in a threesome with the Reader. It was delicious, and I've been here ever since.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Their dynamic - Kakuzu is so grumpy and Hidan is so loud, and it's hilarious. They work so well together.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

While I agree Kakuzu would probably top 95% of the time, I'd like to see it the other way too.

~

Kakashi/Kaguya:

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

The whole final battle/arc in Shippuden kind of jaded me with Kaguya. I ship her with the sweet release of death and nothing else.

Kakashi deserves better, so I ship him with better.

What would have made you like it?

Kaguya not wanting to destroy everything would have been an excellent start.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

It's a ship I've never seen or thought of before, so it was interesting to think about even if I don't care for it.

~

Thanks for the asks! <3

Ask me about ships

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 1

Uchiha Itachi x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Rating: This will be a NSFW 18+ multi-part fic. Part 1 doesn't have any outright explicit content tho. Part 2 here

cw/tw: SPOILERS, mentions of sexual harassment (Hidan is a skeevy perv), emotional turmoil, angst?, sexual tension (but nothing actually happens sorry to edge y’all), major eye contact, like way too much eye contact reader and itachi are basically eye fucking each other 90% of the fic, dramatic asf I can't help myself im sorry

Idk what im doing This is my first time writing and really being on tumblr in general, please let me know if I missed any tags or if you have any advice!! 

not canon at all (but SPOILERS!!!!) pls humor me, everyone in the Akatsuki is alive and led by Madara/Tobi

Synopsis: Madara, the elusive figurehead of the Akatsuki, is an ambitious yet paranoid man. That’s why he has you, as a security measure, given your secret jutsu that allows you to see into people’s souls to confirm their true intentions. When Itachi Uchiha shows up to join the Akatsuki, what will you see behind his obsidian eyes?

Exhausted. Another cross-country mission with pain in the ass Hidan was just what the doctor ordered for your repressed rage and depression living in basically a wet cave with the rest of these jerks. You tried your best, you really did, to not let any emotions slip through the cracks of your cold facade. Some of them had better qualities than others, but none of your fellow Akatsuki members were people you felt particularly amiable towards.

Most of them viewed you as Madara’s stone-cold right hand, his own personal weapon. He trusted you more than any other member, and that fact alone was enough to instill a certain kind of fear in the hearts of every other Akatsuki member. And you know what, good. The more you kept your distance, the better. 

Though your body ached with fatigue upon returning to headquarters, your senses immediately picked up a foreign energy hanging in the air– a presence. Not ominous per se, but definitely a palpable and strong chakra signature.

Leaving Hidan’s perverted requests to join him for some “one-on-one post-mission relaxation time” behind, you made your way to Madara, the chakra getting stronger the closer you got. 

There he was. 

Your breath hitched as your eyes set on a statuesque man standing across from Madara, his tousled, raven-black hair draped around his stunning face and strong shoulders. A lifetime of stress and hardship left evidence of weariness across his features, and yet his eyes still sparkled with a fierce softness, framed by a set of beautiful, thick lashes.

He was so... pretty. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, then his chest downward as you began to drink him in, feeling flushed with an unfamiliar warm tingling the longer you studied him.

He glanced at you with his penetrating eyes, your cheeks burned at being caught in your lustful admiration. Without a doubt, it was Itachi Uchiha standing next to Madara, a solemn look spread across his delicate face.

You’d seen him in the bingo book before, but all the talk you had heard didn’t compare to standing in the same room as him. It was intriguing, though, for someone with such a reputation, and clearly such immense power, his energy didn’t feel threatening or overbearing to you.

Madara raised a hand to Itachi, finally pulling your gaze away from him, before walking over to you. 

“I’m sure you’ve completed the tasks assigned to you, y/n, correct?” Madara asked rhetorically.

You had never failed him, it was important for you to maintain your position in his eyes. Your usual self would have made a sardonic remark about your disdain for working with Hidan again, how a pet rock would have been just as helpful with none of the sexual harassment. But, with the third party in the room, you simply nodded while maintaining your cold, detached demeanor.

“Good, I have another task for you then,” Madara commanded lowly in his deep, chilling voice, pointing his chin in Itachi’s direction.

“This is y/n,” Madara announced, gesturing in your direction as you followed him towards Itachi.

“She’ll just perform a little security check if you don’t mind, nothing personal. I am interested in your usefulness, but I just like to be sure of who I’m working with, I’m sure you can understand. After all, ‘clan killer’ doesn’t exactly have a trustworthy ring to it, now does it?” Madara taunted.

Itachi’s beautiful, brown eyes glinted with an undetectable emotion before connecting with yours, and again you began feeling the wave of heat washing over you.

What was this?! Some sort of jutsu he was using on you?? No.. my god, had it really been that long since you’d been attracted to someone? 

Snapping out of your embarrassing realization about your pitiful sex life, you cleared your throat as you pulled yourself together to perform your special jutsu. Your specialty was energy and emotions– detecting, reading, transmuting. This made you very handy to Madara, after all, knowing what’s inside someone’s soul makes it much easier to manipulate them and offer them what they want to hear, in exchange for whatever Madara wants or needs.

Your secret jutsu was something you dreaded performing. You were incredibly sensitive and receptive to energy, so oftentimes it would leave you completely drained and horrified— seeing all of the vile things people have done, let happen to others, things people buried and hid deep within themselves. It was a lot to witness and take in, and have to maintain your icy demeanor on top of that, lest Madara begin to question you. 

After weaving the hand signs, you hid the nerves buzzing in your body as you approached Itachi to place your hands on either side of his lean, muscular shoulders and touch your forehead to his. By the power of your jutsu, you were transported into Itachi’s soulscape, where you’d be able to confirm for Madara upon exiting, Itachi’s true intentions and trustworthiness as an Akatsuki member. 

Given what you had heard about Itachi, you braced yourself upon entering his soulscape, but were totally unprepared for what you saw.

Time stopped as you and Itachi stood under an endless blue sky painted with magnificent rolling waves of white clouds. The sound of rushing water caught your attention as you looked behind you to notice you were standing several paces away from the edge of a breathtaking waterfall. The cascading water plummeted down the carved earth into pools of emerald green.

Peace. You felt peace standing in this supposed monster’s soul? Itachi stood silent, his eyes intensely watching you as you began to take in more of your surroundings. You’d never seen or felt anything like this, this energy was so.. pure. 

Taking a moment to gather all the information flooding your senses, you turned to look at Itachi as tears pricked your eyes. Your heart broke as you began to fully understand and feel the weight of what he’d been through– what he’d been forced to do, and how much of a monster he believed he was because of it. You felt a gut-wrenching familiarity that ignited an inferno in your own soul, pulling you to him like a magnet and calling you to embrace him and never let go.

“Itachi, I-” you moved close to him, your mind racing as you tried to process the truth, “I’m so sorry, for everything you’ve been through.” You delicately placed a hand on his cheek while looking deep into his gorgeous eyes. His demeanor softened as the emotions overcame the both of you.

“Y-You know?” he hesitantly asked, almost too scared to believe you were seeing the real him and not judging or looking at him with disgust.

Your brows twinged with sadness as you nodded, “Everything,” you replied, tears streaming down your pink cheeks. 

He placed his large, warm palm over your hand as he searched your eyes for confirmation that this was really real and happening to him. He had always been expected to take on insurmountable tasks, things that made him question morality itself, all alone.

And yet, here you were, seeing him, understanding him, accepting him for who he truly was and not what he had done. The burden of his past finally being shared by an open heart, something he never could’ve imagined he deserved.

You reassured his fears without words, both of you lost in each other’s all-consuming gaze. You had never met before, and yet it felt like your souls had known each other many lifetimes. 

You were standing so close to him, the heat of his flushed skin radiated his intoxicating scent, smelling of old-growth forest and clean musk. Every nerve and fiber of your being was lit aflame as his eyes dropped down to your plump lips. His soulful eyes returned to yours as he moved his other hand to gently push a strand of your silky hair out of your face.

You were entranced by his beauty, slowly blinking as you held eye contact with him, fighting every urge to taste his lips that were mere inches away. He equally was mesmerized by your beauty, his eyes scanned all of your features, trying to take you all in and understand what this all meant, how you came to be the you standing here holding him.

“Who are you?” his deep, gravelly voice purred, a gentle smile lighting up his face. 

Panic overtook you as reality came crashing down, remembering that Madara was waiting in the real world for your answer. Though time operated much differently in your jutsu, Madara would certainly become suspicious if things took too long.

You placed your hands on either side of Itachi’s face as you held him close, a frantic look in your eyes.

“We’re out of time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll explain everything.” You hurriedly released the jutsu, and collected yourself so you could resume your emotionless facade so as to not draw suspicion. 

You turned to face Madara, immediately detecting his impatience, “He passed,” you confirmed, “Sorry for the delay, there was.. a lot there.”

Madara stood silent for a moment before releasing a booming laugh, “Yes, I suppose given our Itachi’s history there would be quite a lot to sift through, y/n.”

He turned to walk past Itachi and beckoned him to follow as he began to discuss his plans for the Akatsuki and, eventually, the world. You stood frozen, body still processing all of the huge waves of  emotions you’d experienced in your jutsu. A pit of anxiety began to form deep in your stomach knowing this fated meeting with Itachi meant it was finally time to begin your plan. To take down Madara and the Akatsuki from within. 

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If you read this far, thank you so much I appreciate you!! I hope you liked my first fic ♡ᵎᵎᵎ

[iambilliejeanok]

Just discovered your blog for real this time (that is, I think I’ve read some of your hidan x kakuzu x reader fics without further venturing to your blog) and I have come to declare my undying love for you. I found you a cool rock.

Okay maybe not undying love, that’s a bit much, but you can keep the rock. :3 i love your work

Thank you so much love this is really sweet💗