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“Did I say you could stop?” with Kakuzu, please

Manifested by the prompt event and this post. I got stuck on that little intrusive thought and things happened.

Distraction

Kakuzu x Reader

Prompt - "Did I say you could stop?"

Warnings - choking, some D/s dynamics, brat taming-ish, cockwarming, orgasm denial, Kakuzu being Kakuzu, smut, smut, smut.

18+ content! Minors, DNI!

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With a soft groan, you rolled over under your tangled heap of sheets, throwing your arm into the spot that should have been occupied by the tall, dark, and cranky love of your life, but as had been the case for most nights this week, it was once again empty. Huffing quietly in discontent, you puffed out your cheeks before dragging yourself upright and shoving your blankets into a pile so that you could free your legs and figure out where you had kicked off your slippers before going to sleep. 

Moonlight poured in through your open window, bringing with it the cool, earthy delight of a fresh rain as you folded the panels of your nightie over yourself. You sighed quietly, suppressing a shiver as you shuffled your way across the hardwood floors toward the living room. Kakuzu would be there, of course, scowling at jumbles of numbers and threatening inanimate objects as he worked out the mess some idiot made of his precious books. The deep, disgruntled snarls and creatively placed expletives carried clearly through the hall, and it took all of your self control to refrain from giggling. 

"Kakuzu, it's two in the morning," you admonished with a tired drawl, stifling a yawn as you approached the back of his chair where he sat in a cozy bathrobe that left precious little to the imagination.

Your statement was met with nothing but a coarse grunt and a scribbling pencil.

"Just because you have five hearts doesn't mean you can function without sleep, sir," you teased, languidly smoothing your palms over his broad, muscular shoulders. 

"I might be asleep by now if you weren't always interrupting me," he gruffed in slight annoyance, shoulders rolling under the warmth of your touch.

"Mmhmm… I know. I can be such a pest," you chirped in his ear as you pressed your thumbs into the columns of muscle that ran up the back of his neck toward his skull, feeling a swell of satisfaction when you heard the slightest little groan of contentment buzz in the big grouch's chest. The tension he carried in those shoulders was so thick, you could all but see the wiry cords twisted up under his skin as you played with the plush, folded collar of his robe. 

"Go back to bed," Kakuzu rumbled, popping his neck as he pointed an empty glare over his shoulder at you.

"You need to take a break," you breathed in a tempting tone as you trailed your fingertips over his scalp, catching the tie holding his messy bun together with a single digit and unraveling it with a simple flick of your wrist. "You're all crunchy and stiff. I bet all of your threads are tangled too."

As you slowly laced your fingers into his hair and gave his scalp a slow, satisfying scratch, Kakuzu could only attempt to protest with a low growl. He exhaled heavily, letting his pencil fall loosely against the curve of his thumb as his eyes fluttered shut. The soft, tingly sensation of your pointed fingertips moving over his skin was hypnotic to say the least, all but evaporating the sharp quip on his tongue he intended to snarl at you to scare you off.

You smirked triumphantly when you gazed down and watched the tension slowly release like a series of locks, starting in his knotted shoulders and moving down his thick arms and sculpted back in a slow wave until that pencil finally rolled off of his forefinger and skittered across his sea of unfinished paperwork. With a quiet hum, you continued your soft ministrations, pressing your thumbs up from the base of his skull over the crown of his head and letting your nails trace light lines over his temples until you were convinced you heard your big, grumpy lion purr. As you slowly shifted from behind his chair and took a graceful seat straddling his lap with your fingers still nested in his hair, you couldn't help but to smile. All of the deep creases nestled between his eyebrows that always made him look so severe and serious had all but vanished – leaving him looking decades younger and uncharacteristically serene. 

Kakuzu's warm, calloused palms slowly slid along the tops of your thighs while you pampered him like a house cat, and a little bubble of deviance swelled in your chest as you contemplated for a moment the best way to convince him to take a break. With a soft, melodic hum, you teased your hands down onto his shoulders and gave your hips a gentle roll, eliciting a low, warning growl from the mountain of a man you had all but melted into a puddle – but that did little to deter you. As you raked your nails up the back of his neck, you arched your hips into him again, smirking to yourself when that warning growl rolled into a throaty groan and you felt his thick girth stirring to life beneath you. Giggling mischievously, you became still and laced your fingers together behind his neck, staring back at him challengingly when his vicious, emerald eyes snapped open and focused hotly on your very smug face. 

Kakuzu was all too aware of the little game you were playing and wasn't about to let you get away with it. A familiar darkness rimmed his gaze as the stitched corners of his mouth pulled into a scowl that anyone else might have found menacing. "What do you think you're doing, girl?" 

"I thought I'd let you get back to work, sir," you teased sweetly, maintaining your brave little facade and stifling a mewl as he dug his fingers into your ass and dragged you forward over his now achingly hard arousal.

"I'm going to make you pay for that," he snarled as he snatched your jaw to point your gaze at his. His gravelly voice thundered through your chest and peppered your skin with waves of delightful goosebumps. 

It took all of your self control to not giggle or moan like the little demon you were when his hand closed around your throat and his hungry gaze moved over your deliciously scant little nightie and the sparkle of mischief gleaming in your eyes. The anticipation was just killing you. "Oh no."

"Little nuisance," he gruffed, trailing the hand gripping your ass over your hip and straight to the knot at your waist, tugging it loose with one little flick of his hand and flipping open the panels to expose every inch of you to his burning gaze. "Always interrupting–"

His robe was next, and that lingering glare of his just flushed your body with a hot, needy wave of desire.

"And distracting–"

You stifled a giggling gasp, biting your lip in excitement and dropping your head back as he gripped your hips and shifted your weight where he wanted you. Black, inky threads slithered out from the seams in his forearms, coiling around your wrists and binding them up behind your back, the tension anchoring you in place.

"And playing these ridiculous little games that you know you'll never win…" The stitched corners of his mouth pulled into a wicked curve, and he dragged you further forward, threatening to bury his hot, heavy length in your woefully unprepared little pussy. 

"Who says I'm not winning?" You grinned.

Your vision snowed out for a moment, eyes falling to the back of your head as Kakuzu snarled and the delicious stretch of a sudden intrusion stole the breath from your lungs. "K-kaku–ahh!" 

"What?" he sneered against your temple as he held your squirming hips down, drinking in your airy whimpers and whines while he gave you a moment to adjust. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Ffffuck – y-yes," you stammered in a breathy little gasp.

"I'm going to be nice and let you finish what you started before I punish you for interrupting me again." The deep, threatening tone of his gravelly voice alone nearly sent you into orbit.

"N-need my h-ha--haaands," you whimpered, toes curling from the ripple of pleasure rolling its way up your spine as Kakuzu rocked you forward on his meaty cock with that burning gaze locked on the sight of the absolutely pathetic face you were making.

"Little brats don't get to make demands," Kakuzu growled with a crooked smirk that crinkled his eyes with sadistic glee. "Now, do as you're told. Finish what you started."

The way his low snarl hit your chest just melted you into a quivering, submissive puddle, all but evicting the little bratty streak right out of your body. The knot of heat coiling in your belly grew more intense with every drag of his length through your silky walls as you rolled your hips fucked yourself ever-so-slowly on his order. 

Kakuzu's satisfied glare burned right through your skin as he tightened his grip, using his growing lengths of thread to guide your movements. "Good girl."

You chewed your lip to contain the lecherous sound you knew would escape if you dared incur Kakuzu's wrath by opening your mouth. The sweet, tingling heat of his praise filtered from your cheeks down your chest and straight between your legs. Those two little words always wrecked you, and he fucking knew it. 

Kakuzu rumbled deeply, feeling your strained little cunt pulse and squeeze him with every arch of your hips as you wrapped your ankles around the legs of the chair for leverage. The coils of warm threads around your wrists tightened and began crawling in successive rings up your torso, touching and teasing every inch of skin they contacted as they made their way up toward your neck. Thick fingers roughly dug into your ass to deepen his ruts, which only made the aching twist in your belly tighten further. "Don't even think about it," Kakuzu murmured cruelly in your ear, relishing your pathetic squeaks and whines as you struggled to hold back and his tendrils made neat little rings around the length of your throat. 

"K-kakuzu, please," you cried in a choked mewl, wiggling to avoid any friction at this point, as the hot knot of your looming orgasm threatened to doom you to a night of punishment. The rings encasing your body slithered and tightened, preventing you from being able to protest. Throwing your head back and whining through a painfully bit lip, you knew you were in trouble. "I'm – oh fuck–" The roiling heat grew more urgent by the second. He was just toying with you now, and he was much better at this game than you were.

"Look at me and beg," Kakuzu taunted with a wicked curl on his lips, prompting you to feebly roll your hips again, legs beginning to quake as he circled a calloused thumb over your soaked clit in time with your movements. 

"Hnnn–" you squeaked, lip caught between your teeth as you gazed up at your demon pleadingly, trying to maintain the rhythm he demanded without losing yourself entirely.

"Try again," he growled condescendingly, mercilessly grinding your hips down against his while still drawing you to the brink of failure with the pressure of his thumb. 

Finding words right now to properly beg seemed nigh impossible. So full and desperate – you were afraid to breathe, much less speak, as every ounce of your concentration was dedicated to holding back the ticking time bomb setting your nerves alight. Your legs shook. Your inhales came in gaspy little puffs as a wave of heat flushed your body. Gnawing your lip, you squealed incoherently and fervently shook your head, squirming against your thready binds as the coils tightened around your throat and you lost your ability to think clearly. Hungry emerald eyes all but devoured the sight of your struggle as nonsensical babbling that vaguely resembled the word please fell from your lips.

The low thunder of laughter hummed in his chest as Kakuzu watched you absolutely come undone. "I said no," he rumbled threateningly in your ear, rocking you forward and tightening his threads. 

"Fffuu – ohhh gods–" You cried brokenly and gasped for air, vision whiting out for a moment as you shuddered and wailed at the ceiling. The blazing light of your failure erupted behind your eyes and rippled in pleasured shockwaves down your spine. You sputtered and gasped through the constriction at your throat, tensing around the immense girth impaling you as your hips faltered and Kakuzu ground even further into you.

"Did I say you could stop?" He taunted against your cheek, fingers digging into your ass to keep you moving as you squeaked and babbled in protest. The impossibly tight squeeze of your pulsing little cunt alone was enough to tense his jaw, let alone the needy little noises you were making. It was delicious, but he was far from being finished with you.

"I – fuck–" Sweat trickled down your chest as you gasped for air through his grip on your throat, eyes fluttering open in a daze for a moment before rolling right back into your head when his threads tightened and pulled you forward onto his achingly hard cock again. 

Soft, mocking laughter rumbled through his chest as one of his large, calloused hands gently trailed up your thread-bound body to cradle your head while the threads around one of your wrists loosened enough for him to carefully bring one of your arms in front of your body. Eyes glinting wickedly, he placed your hand where his had been moments earlier and drew circles around your slick, puffy clit with two of your trembling fingers. 

"I'm going to get back to work. Since you enjoy being such a nuisance, you can stop when I'm finished–"

Oh, fuck.

With a pathetic whine, you glanced over your shoulder at the mountain of incomplete paperwork still sprawled out over the table as heat flushed your chest again and your legs began to shake. He intended to take his time to comb through all of the books scattered out in front of him with you falling apart in his lap while he accounted for every last cent.

"–and I'll deal with punishing you when I'm done."

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Hi its my first time requesting but can I request how would Akatsuki react to their s/o trying to run away from their TOXIC relationship (not really toxic but u get what I mean)

Thanks :))

I'm taking that as meaning yandere-ish and assuming you meant the members as individuals. Feel free to send me another ask if I misinterpreted. I stuck with these three because they rarely (I want to say never aside from Kisame's series) come up in my other yandere asks, and I wanted to give my favs a little love. 

Characters: Kisame, Kakuzu, Hidan

Warnings - Dark, yandere themes. Hidan's is a little spicy

Kisame

Kisame can be frightening, no doubt, especially if you've seen the monster he becomes in battle. While he has never raised a hand at you, the thought of his temper alone makes you horrifyingly cold, especially if you've ever seen the state he's in when he returns from a mission – pupils blown, drenched in someone else's blood with that inhuman grin stretching his mouth across his face like some kind of prehistoric demon from the deep. There's a predatory aura about him that makes the little hairs on your arm stand on end.

But, when you try to run from him, he is genuinely confused.

He loves you. Needs you. You make him human. Don't you understand?

He can be a bit controlling, sure, but it's because he cares. He doesn't want anything to happen to you. The isolation and secrecy is all about protecting you. The world is a terrifying place. Friends kill friends, comrades have to do the unthinkable in the name of their villages, and enemies – Kisame doesn't even want to think that. 

No doubt, the swordsman will find you, no matter where you've run or hidden yourself. As far as he is concerned, this is a rescue operation. He isn't angry with you. He's worried. He's hurt. 

"I didn't mean to scare you, darlin'. Come on. Let me take you home."

Kakuzu

One does not simply run away from or leave this man. You are his. His possession. His plaything. His property. Whether he will admit it or not, there is some kind of attachment to you that goes beyond ownership. He just doesn’t express it particularly clearly.

So, when Kakuzu discovers that you've vanished, his chest twists into sick, black knots of anger and betrayal, but his standard stitched scowl remains and his approach is a pragmatic one. Knowing you have no cash and nothing of value to trade or barter for transport away from where you were living, it is only a matter of time before he finds you. Kakuzu never misses a bounty, and he sure as hell won't let you slip away. 

When he does find you – and rest assured,  no matter how good you think you are at hiding, he will find you – he assaults you with the lecture of a lifetime, snatching you by the arm like a misbehaving child to drag you back home with him, muttering along the way about what an ungrateful brat, what a nuisance you could be.

While part of him feels relief that you aren't hurt, that part of him remains hidden. All you can see is that vicious, emerald glare and the promise of more difficult to pick locks in your future.

Hidan

Hidan is impulsive. Irrational. A little bit unhinged. You may have been drawn in by the fun at first – the whirlwind of chaos and hedonistic, reckless abandon with which he approaches his eternal life, or perhaps it was his inherent darkness and your own morbid fascination with death. Regardless, once you became his, there was no turning back.

Your relationship is tumultuous to say the least, as his passion for you is as deep as his wicked jealousy. His affections can be vicious and bruising, even when being playful, because sometimes he forgets that mortals are a little more fragile than he is. 

It really shouldn't have surprised him that you left, because one way or another being with Hidan hurts, and you can only take so much.

He only has one thing to say to you when he finds you lost in the woods, missing shoes and covered in dirt from your foolish attempt at making a break for it. Hot, angry, and pent up with some terrifying mix of lust for you and the aching need to slit your throat, he pins you against a tree with a knife to your neck and snarls in your ear like a starving wolf.

"Baby, really you fucked up this time."

You're going to be his for the rest of your life, one way or another. The way you react now merely determines how long of a life that will be.

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Hello! So glad prompts are open. Can I request 25 or 22 for Kabuto? I don’t know if two prompts are allowed so choose either if not possible. I’d ask to make it nasty, but don’t want to put pressure.

Edge

Kabuto x Reader 

18+ content - minors, DNI.

Prompts: "close your eyes" and in the spirit of "be a good girl and hold still"

Slightly smutty. Knife play, fear kink, sliiiiiiight medical kink if you really squint.

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Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

Shallow breaths, sweet little whimpers – the rapid thrumming of your pulse beneath his fingertips only made Kabuto's saccharine smile widen as he crooned sweetly in your ear.

"What's the matter, don't you trust me?"

A slim, shiny length of metal glimmered in your periphery, flushing your face with heat. You swallowed the nervous squeak lodged in your throat, biting your lip and squirming against the warmth of the firm body at your back. "O-of course I do," you choked in a breathless whisper as you turned your head to shy away from the blade.

"Then close your eyes," he murmured, voice dripping with a sort of superficial reassurance that had you second guessing your life choices as his other arm tightened around your torso, his hand still resting gently over your throat to allow his fingertips to take in every flutter and jump in your racing pulse. 

"K-kabuto–"

He hummed sweetly in response, trailing the flat edge along your cheek and over your jaw before the smile in his voice grew low and cold when he spoke again. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The heat flushing your face began to trickle downward, swirling in your chest and belly before pooling firmly between your legs. The blade caressed the lump in your throat as you swallowed thickly and finally obeyed, beginning to tremble in a confusing mix of fear and arousal. Gods, Kabuto was a monster when he wanted to be, but to be fair, you were the one who asked for it.

"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking the blade lower, catching the neck of your shirt and admiring the way your chest shuddered in your attempts to not let it heave in anticipation. It was delicious. He could practically taste the adrenaline pumping through your blood, seeping through your pores, filling every little puff of air you exhaled. The frighteningly sharp edge slowly sliced right through the front of your clothes like tissue paper. Agonizingly slowly. Kabuto wanted to watch you squirm, to test your resolve. How deep did that trust run, he wondered. Who would flinch first?

You gasped when you felt the tip scrape your belly, lurching backward reflexively, only to be admonished with a condescending tut.

"Ah, ah – what did I tell you last time?"

A whine resembling his name trilled in your throat as you struggled to meet his demand for stillness, but dear gods, you couldn't hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears. Your mouth had gone dry. Your legs had gone weak with need. Kabuto's firm hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright.

"You know I have a very steady hand, but that won't matter much if you buck into the knife," Kabuto cooed softly in your ear, adoring how you desperately tried to keep it together while he expertly sliced through the rest of your shirt. "Though, I suppose I can just fix you up if you slip, right? That does make things more exciting."

He wasn't serious, was he?

You swallowed nervously again. The brat in you wanted to tease, to push his buttons, to challenge him, but logic screamed in your ear not to because Kabuto was a capricious man. Just because he said loved you didn't mean he wouldn't cut you just to make a point. Even with his warm smiles and seemingly caring demeanor, he could just as easily turn cold and cruel – a shadow of his master still lingering somewhere beneath the mask.

It was too easy to forget that your sweet, mild-mannered Kabuto was dangerous. 

You felt the trailing edge of a blade glide across your skin like silk – displaying the wielder's masterful level of control while dangling a not-so-toothless threat over you. He hummed softly to himself as he traced purposefully over your vital points with that cold, sharpened steel, sending a nervous shiver racing up your spine, trapping your increasingly urgent drinks of air in your chest. 

Kabuto chuckled at your expense, teasing the knife's tip under the curve of your breast, back up to your throat – delighting in the way your pulse jumped again when it crossed your jugular. This was such a fun game, and oh, did he ever love to win. He knew your body was being needled with static from how close he had you to hyperventilating – how the terror of what he could do with that blade left you soaked and aching for him. "Deep breaths," he murmured in a cold, clinical taunt.

It was so close to being too much. What were once tempered inhales had grown shallow and ragged, further unsettling your already frantic heartbeat as the razor edge lingered on the soft flesh beneath your chin, threatening to spill your life force all over the stony floor if you dared disobey. Teeth chattering from the tension held in your jaw, your lip quivered and body trembled as you whimpered and pinned your back against him, your mind getting lost in a thickening bog of fear.

Such a delicate dance it was, balancing you on the brink like this – and Kabuto was so very good at it.

"Shh," he soothed, his grip subtly becoming more comforting than confining as he took a measured step backward, setting the scalpel aside for a moment and settling on the edge of the bed with your shaking body between his legs. You were putty in his hands now – reduced to a heap of empty-headed nothing and entirely at his mercy. The warmth of his palm replaced the chilled metal at your throat, trailing down over your collarbones before beginning to glow softly and coming to rest over your heart. "Deep breaths," he said again, tone shifting to something more caring and kind as the menacing veil began to lift. 

Your haggard respirations began to smooth and slow as you let yourself sink into his chest, submitting to his will and turning toward the warmth of his shoulder. Kabuto carefully laid you back onto his sheets and braced a hand next to your head, drinking in the heavy, adoring eyes that now peered up at him as he delicately traced his knuckles over the curve of your cheek. You were so weak, so subdued, so disarmed like this – a fragile little thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. He smiled quietly, leaning down to cradle your face in his hand, brushing his lips ever-so-softly against yours. 

"Now, where were we?"

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How about reader being a skilled and master escapist and always managing to escape from the place somehow only to just go grocery shopping and try cooking new dishes for yanderes Pein, Konan, Itachi and Deidra?

This one is a bit more light-hearted and fluffier than the norm. Hope you enjoy!

Culinary Escape Artist

Characters featured: Pein, Konan, Itachi, Deidara

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With a curious quirk of his brow, Pein paused mid-step during his walk through the base's relatively empty halls, halting his conversation with Konan upon discovering a breeze softly whistling in from below the closed door as they approached your room.

"Pein, what's the matter?" She inquired softly, stopping beside him as he took a long, intense look at the knob.

"There's a breeze coming from her room," he stated in a low rumble. Slipping a hand into his pocket to rummage for a key, he unlocked the door with a solid click. As expected, when it creaked open and he stepped into the room, he was greeted by an open window and a tangle of sheets slung through the frame, forming a rope that dangled to the ground below. "Our darling pet has taken herself for a walk again," Pein's deep monotone wavered with a quiet annoyance as his ringed eyes shifted about the room, seeking an answer as to how you had yet again managed to get past the sealing tags that should have rendered your room inescapable.

"I'll send Deidara after her right away. She couldn't have gone far--"

Pinching the bridge of his nose in a brief display of frustration, a growl roiled in Pein's chest before he formed an answer. "No. Just set the table."

Konan balked, blinking as she stared at him in confusion. "What?"

"This is the third time she's managed to leave this room without permission. She came back on her own the last time, and the time before, Deidara found her at the market shopping for ingredients to cook dinner. She will undoubtedly return again, likely with some new ridiculous recipe to try. Remind me to remove those cursed cook books from the library. These ventures of hers are getting out of hand," Pein flexed his jaw as he spoke, staring out into the clear, blue sky through the open window. "See to it that the kitchen is clear."

"Of course--" Before Konan could fully finish speaking, Pein swiftly stormed out with a stony mask firmly concealing the depth of his irritation. With a brief glance into your room, she softly shook her head before making her way through the winding halls to the base's shared kitchen.

"Is there a problem?" Itachi's deep, smooth voice carried from behind as she stood in the center of the room, looking a bit unsettled.

"She… escaped again," Konan said carefully after a long moment of silence.

"What?" Deidara blurted loudly from beside Itachi.

"...to go shopping," Konan continued with an anxious bite of her lip. "At least, that's what Pein believes."

"Hm," Itachi hummed, seeming rather unbothered by the development.

"I'll go get her," Deidara declared firmly, digging a hand into his pack of clay.

"No, that won't be necessary," Konan shook her head, reaching out and touching his arm softly.

"And why not?" The blond demanded, his face quickly contorting with annoyance.

"Pein's orders are to… set the table," she explained after a breath of hesitation.

"Set… the table," Deidara repeated flatly.

"Do we know which cookbook she was reading this time?" Itachi inquired coolly over his shoulder, stepping toward the cabinets to begin rifling for the appropriate dishware.

"I… I think it was stir fry."

"This ought to be good," Itachi mused with a quiet smile.

"Are you two seriously just going to stand around and do nothing?" Deidara's voice climbed urgently, cerulean orbs shifting accusingly between the pair before him.

"You're allowing yourself to get worked up over nothing," Itachi waved his hand dismissively, removing a stack of bowls from the cabinet and setting them upon the table with melodic clinks of glass. His dark eyes drifted up to the clock on the wall, and a knowing curl pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Let's see… she should be back, oh, right about now."

As if on cue, you peeked quietly around the refrigerator, clutching a brown paper bag of goods to your chest with a nervous heat burning your cheeks. "I'm home," you chirped with a quiet smile.

Konan's eyes brightened upon hearing your voice. She turned quickly to face you and swooped in to take the bag from you, setting it aside and wrapping you in a firm hug. Burying her face against your hair and cradling the back of your head with a gentle hand as she squeezed you tightly, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Y/N, you can't keep disappearing like this. We were so worried."

With embarrassment steaming your face, you pressed yourself into her warm embrace, inhaling the subtle scent of flowers that clung to her skin. "I'm sorry, Konan. I just… wanted to make something nice for everyone," you mumbled quietly into her cloak.

While Konan held you in fear that you might vanish into thin air again if she let go, Itachi hummed quietly to himself as he unpacked the collection of ingredients you had gathered during your adventure to the market. "So, what is it you're planning to make this time?" He inquired smoothly.

A wide smile slowly pulled across your face as you partially untangled yourself from Konan's arms, gazing proudly at Itachi with a soft tilt of your head. "I found a recipe for this fantastic lo mein stir fry. And the market had the most amazing fresh noodles," you prattled excitedly.

Deidara huffed while Itachi chuckled softly, holding an arm out invitingly as he stood in front of your delightful array of fresh ingredients. "I suppose you're going to need a second set of hands, then?"

With a gleeful squeal, you clapped your palms together as Konan giggled, all but skipping over to where Itachi stood. "Really, you want to help?"

"Of course. Every chef needs skilled assistance in the kitchen," Itachi chortled with a warm smile as he began producing the additional pans and dishes you were going to need from the cabinets above.

"Konan, Dei, what about you?" Your bright eyes fell upon them as you spun around.

Deidara crossed his arms, annoyance wrinkling his brow for a moment as he considered your request. Before he could formulate a protest, Konan floated to your side, chattering happily with you and Itachi as to what creating this latest dish would entail. "These hands are not for cooking," he scoffed, deciding that the kitchen was already too crowded. "Besides, someone has to tell Pein you haven't flown the coop before he loses his temper."

You chewed your lip nervously, the cheery excitement beginning to drain from your features as the realization dawned on you that you would likely be in a heap of trouble for your latest transgression. "Right," you murmured, eyes slowly falling to the tiles beneath your feet.

"Don't worry," Itachi's smooth voice and warm hand upon your shoulder cut through the thick silence that hung on the tail of your admission. "He won't be angry after you bring him a bowl. But perhaps you should simply ask permission next time you're inspired to get creative in the kitchen. And speaking of which, how exactly did you manage to bypass the seals again?"

Perking back up with a cheeky smile playing at your lips, you gazed at him over your shoulder with a mischievous wink. "If I tell you that, I might not be able to make your favorite dish next time."

[chanfictions]

12 Kakuzu🥲💦

I realized as I was about to post this that it shares some similarities with one of @mytanuki-kun 's drabbles, seen here, so I wanted to link it as a note that it was the spark of inspiration that fueled this one. This man is going to be the death of me and lives rent-free in my head.

Kakuzu x Reader

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

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There was something deeply wrong with you for getting so leg-clenchingly hot and bothered watching Kakuzu kick the absolute shit out of Hidan on the sparring mat. His flexing muscles, growled threats – Hidan soaring 20 feet through the air and halfway through the goddman wall after Kakuzu snatched him by the throat and fucking threw him like a rag doll – it was just so…

Delicious.

You swallowed hard from your not-particularly-well-hidden observation point near the doorway, biting your lip as your heart pounded its way into your mouth and warmth filled your core. Your fist crumpled the message in your hand that you were supposed to bring him as you completely forgot what you had come here to do. 

That man had no business looking as good as he did, slicked with a sheen of sweat that accentuated every perfect, rippling curve of his statuesque body. No business having such thick arms and such a perfectly sculpted chest. No business having a figure carved from marble like some kind of ill-tempered god. Those forearms… those hands… such strong, calloused hands. Hands that could wrap so perfectly around your throat. Hands that could drive you wild and selfishly claim and survey every inch of your skin. Hands that–

"Can I help you?"

That low, gravelly voice interrupted your lecherous daydreams, snapping you back to reality with heat flooding your cheeks so quickly you thought your head might burst. Your tongue fell apart in your mouth, eyes widening as you gazed up at the hot, leering, monster of a man that had somehow gotten quite close to where you were standing in the midst of your embarrassingly lewd fantasizing. "I... um…"

Kakuzu watched with great amusement and a crooked sneer as you absolutely malfunctioned trying to speak to him, looming over you – shirtless, sweating, and caging you against the wall, taunting you with the beautiful body he had no fucking business having. He very purposefully braced a hand next to your head, towering down over you as a few locks of hair escaped his bun and reached down toward your face. "Speak up, girl."

Panicked, your brain scrambled for words as your heart tried to hammer its way through your ribs. The heat pooling and aching between your legs was distracting and intolerable. How were you supposed to answer him like a reasonable human being when he was doing that to you? "Don't mind me, just enjoying the view," you blurted out in a breathless whisper, as though you were in some kind of trance. The moment you opened your mouth, you realized you had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Deep rolls of quiet, mocking laughter shook your very being as he basked in the wave of embarrassment quickly washing its way over your body. It was almost cute. "Is that so?" He husked, leaning in further, only making your problem magnitudes worse as the heat radiating off of him consumed your senses, and you became convinced that you were going to faint. He was so close you could practically feel his solid, muscular thigh between your legs. Despite them still being a respectable distance, your lust-sick brain filled in the gaps. Those perfectly rough fingertips brushed against your wrist and over your palm toward the now very crinkled and slightly sweaty note clenched so desperately in your hand.

"Yes," you squeaked, unable to break your wide-eyed gaze from his penetrating stare, your brain short-circuiting the moment his fingers grazed your skin.

"Yes, what?" He growled in your ear with that wicked smirk still pulling at the corners of his mouth, circling that strong, weathered hand around your wrist.

"Sir," you exhaled airily without even thinking, melting into the wall, consumed by a torrent of inexplicable need that turned you into nothing but a puddle.

Still pointing that leg-soaking look of amusement at you, he released your wrist and slipped his fingers into your palm, sliding the note out of your grip as you all but trembled beneath his leering. A gruffly murmured, "Good girl," sent shivers down your spine and twisted your chest into knots as he slowly peeled away from the speechless mess you had made of yourself, looking all too satisfied as he chuckled smugly and walked away.

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PLS PLS PLS Smut w Orochi w overstimulation and poessiveness when reader tries to leave him ugh😩

I, uh, got a little bit carried away again. Sorry this took forever to finish! Orochimaru can be tough to write sometimes, especially when I'm getting into the original version and he's just... well, that music. Oof. Enjoy!

Mercy

Orochimaru x Reader

18+ Content! MINORS, DNI!

Warnings: Some unhealthy relationship dynamics, Choking, knife play, bondage, dubious consent, fingering, Orochimaru being cruel, dark/yandere-ish themes, overstimulation, fear kink, rough sex.

This is not a warm, fuzzy Orochimaru. Content may be triggering for some people.

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"Do you still want mercy? Or do you want to submit and be mine?"

I should have just listened to Kabuto.

Damn that smug, four-eyed bastard for always being right. He warned you this would happen eventually, but your stubborn, love-blind brain refused to admit this would ever, finally take root. Things were different. What you and Orochimaru had was special. Or so you thought.

Your worst fear had finally manifested like a medusaic horror, fitted with multiplying heads, poisonous green eyes, and rows of venom-laden, gnashing teeth. Orochimaru was bored -- not just of anything of no consequence -- he was bored with you. At least, that was how it appeared. You hadn't seen the object of your ill-placed affection in what felt like weeks after his latest experiment slowly consumed what little time he spared for you. Murmured words of manufactured fondness echoed into the entropic void. His lingering touches grew more infrequent. Those slitted, yellow suns had set upon you one final time and left you in the cold, lonesome dark.

Wiping bitter tears of betrayal from your cheek with your sleeve, you sloppily crammed your remaining possessions into a bag and fought the zipper until it was at least partially containing your things before slinging the awkward sack over your shoulder and stuffing your feet into your shoes. "I doubt he'll even notice that I'm gone," you snarled to yourself in a stifled huff, sucking back the sobs you felt swelling in your chest that would be swift to follow your present state as the soles of your shoes slapped hollowly against the dusty stone stretching along the empty halls beneath your feet. "Maybe next week." Sniffling back the emotion still churning out of control in your head, you growled under your breath, swiping your palm under your eyes again in disgust. "Kabuto was right. Bastard."

Teeth grinding and tears fogging your eyes, you failed to hear the near silent footsteps approach from behind as you cursed the sannin's cruelty to the serpentine light fixtures dotting the walls. The slinking shadow following you melded into the soft flickers of candlelight, going unnoticed until cool fingers clasped tightly around your wrist. A venomous voice clothed in velvet hissed, causing you to freeze in place. "I don't recall permitting you to leave."

How much did he hear? Swallowing hard with tears still flowing freely down your cheeks, you grit your teeth and glanced over your shoulder, a look of hurt contorting your features as you tried to wrench your arm away. "Here I thought you didn't even know I still existed," you spat back, voice trembling with repressed terror as predatory slits narrowed upon you. "Let go of me."

A dark, twisted chortle escaped his crooked lips as they feigned a smile that his eyes failed to mirror when he snatched your throat with lithe digits, slamming your back into the wall and blinding you with an eruption of stars across your bleary vision. "Bold of you to be giving me orders after what filth just spewed from that wicked little mouth," he murmured with a sweet sneer. "I come to visit you and this is how you greet me?"

"I h-haven't seen you in w-weeks," you choked through tears and the crushing force pressed against your windpipe as you tried to stuff down the thought that you had missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat. "You never leave the lab and I thought--"

He chuckled in quiet, cruel amusement at your expense, plucking your bag from your grip and tossing it to the floor while still pinning you to the wall by your neck. "Were you going to run away in a fit because you thought I had forgotten about you?"

"You did," you rasped accusingly, gasping around the pressure his hand maintained with that look of contempt twisting your features into an ugly mess and an empty ache in your heart. Fresh, hot tears threatened to tumble from your lashes as you glared back at him.

"My dear, don't be so childish," he hummed, wiping the trail of liquid from your cheek with a pale hand. "I simply had more pressing matters that needed my attention at the time."

"There's always something more pressing," you choked back through his tightening grip, fear, anger, and betrayal fighting for control of your spinning thoughts as you began to grow dizzy from the lack of blood flow to your brain. "Why the hell... do you even keep me around... if I mean so little to you?"

"The fact that I haven't crushed your throat for this little insubordinate tantrum should speak volumes as to how I feel," he hissed in your ear, eyes beginning to blaze with something predatory as he felt your fluttering pulse quicken with growing fear beneath his fingertips.

Your vision began clouding with static that funneled his ghastly face into the distance as you slumped back into the wall, struggling to stay conscious enough to fire off your retort. "K-kabuto said--"

"You can forget whatever nonsense that meddlesome rat planted in your head regarding what you are to me," he purred maliciously as what almost resembled a smile stretched his lips across his face.

Weakly pawing at the cool hand which was now warmed by contact with your flesh, your hazy eyes searched pleadingly for relief. "Oro... c-can't… breathe…" you croaked with the last puffs of air left in your lungs as your knees began to buckle.

"I know." His low, velvet hum filtered sweetly into your head through the deafening ringing in your ears, washing over the tingling in your face as you felt yourself slowly slipping into the dark. Pale fingers continued to tighten possessively around your throat until the panicked sounds of your desperate gasping grew quiet. "You can't leave if you're unconscious."

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You woke to the sound of your own labored breathing with a hoarse cough and a bruising ache encircling your neck. Blurry eyes shifted around the ceiling in a daze as you struggled to put together which ceiling it was that taunted you with its out of focus swirling patterns layered over muddied shades of brown and grey. In an effort to gain your bearings, you lurched to the right, attempting to roll over only to find that you were stuck. Confused, you rattled your arms and twisted your face when you were answered by the sound of clattering metal and felt thick leather tightening around your wrists.

"That's quite enough," a voice dripping with a tender malice buzzed quietly from behind your head, prompting you to gaze up into the twin amber orbs that seemed to bore holes through your soul.

"Orochimaru, what--"

"I'm afraid I couldn't leave you to your own devices while you were unsupervised after that little stunt you pulled earlier," he murmured wickedly while casually brushing a stray bit of hair away from your cheek that had adhered itself to your dried tears. "Not after you so boldly stated you were planning to leave this "lonely cesspool" and the "soulless monster" I seem to have become in your eyes."

Terror bubbled into a rolling boil in your gut as your eyes darted about the room and it dawned on you where exactly you were.

The lab.

While you had once fantasized about this very thing in a dark, twisted corner of your mind, now seemed like a very bad time for that particular daydream to manifest. Soft, cruel laughter echoed through the sparsely furnished room, making it sound all the more ominous when it finally reached your ears and drew you back into the present reality of your predicament. Strapped to a table in the center of a room only accompanied by rolling carts with unidentifiable implements decorating their surfaces, you were trapped and entirely at the mercy of the sinister creature whose fleeting affections you had been so pitifully seeking for weeks. The same man with such unmatched cruelty whom you had just grievously insulted.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered as a terrified tremble began traveling up your spine.

"For what, hm? Trying to leave?" The haunting laughter continued as he circled you and traced cool, delicate fingers along your jawline and across your bruised neck with a sadistic smile, soaking in the glory of your present state. "Or perhaps for saying such cruel things about the man you claim to love?" His low, melodious rumble shook every fiber of your being.

Unsure how to answer that question without digging yourself deeper into a hole, you swallowed the growing knot of confused, twisted fear and inexplicable, nervous desire that tangled itself around your ability to speak.

Soft murmurs of mockery reverberated through the metal slab beneath your back as those long, pale fingertips took a slow walk over your immobilized body, gradually setting your nerves ablaze while his monstrous pupils dilated with a hungry lust. "While I admit I may have… neglected your needs in order to finish my most recent experiment, I hardly deserve that vile moniker, especially coming from you. Now that my work is complete, you have my full attention."

Any other day, hearing those words would have made you squeal in delight. Now, however, they carried an insidious undertone that left you fidgeting nervously against the straps securing you to the table. Your pulse roared in your ears, muffling the sounds of shifting fabric and the clear chime of the trays when they rolled out of Orochimaru's path as he circled you like a starved beast. Your eyes widened as a new terror wound itself around your guts when you spotted something shiny in Orochimaru's hand - and that something was sharp.

A kunai.

"While you stare at me with the frightened eyes of a lamb on its way to slaughter, it would be wise to remember that this is a little fantasy of yours," he hummed with a cruel crinkle of those vicious yellow eyes as he traced the tip of that blade ever so softly along the delicate flesh beneath your jaw while cradling your cheek with his other palm. "Being wholly at my mercy," he murmured, voice dripping with a wicked thirst. You froze like a rodent before a leering serpent, eyes fixated on his, too nervous to think about what he planned to do with that blade as its cold, pointed tip left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Tell me, little mouse, do you still trust me?" Those impossible, slitted orbs lingered on your fearful expression, curiously almost, and utterly unreadable.

Trust. Maybe you did before indulging in your foolish folly when you attempted to leave the sannin. Now, you weren't so sure. As the room fell quiet, mired with a bitter chill, only the shaky rattle of your trembling arms disturbing your restraints answered him. You had never seen him glower at you with such dark ire before with that crooked smile still painting his face. It was deeply unsettling. A creeping dread sucked the air from your chest as the sterilizing light cast inhuman shadows across the normally calm, collected face that stared down at you like you were the first meal offered in weeks set before a starving dog.

"What's the matter, too nervous to speak?" He mused, thumbing your cheek with blown pupils locked on your anxious gaze. "Do I frighten you now?" Tender affections accompanied by that monstrous stare left you paralyzed as his knife hovered at the edge of your periphery.

"The way y-you're looking at me..." you stuttered, unable to complete your thought.

He chuckled quietly, caressing your cheek with the edge of the blade while popping open the button on your pants with a quick snap of his nimble fingers. "I did say you had my full attention, didn't I?"

That was precisely what scared you. Orochimaru was obsessive. Relentless. Nigh, unstoppable when his interest was fixed on something, and right now, that something happened to be you. Your eyes followed the kunai in his hand as your brain went into overdrive trying to ascertain his intentions. Has he finally snapped, or are we playing a game? The razor-sharp edge followed the curve of your face back across your jaw and down the length of your neck with the faintest sting, distracting you from what he was doing with his other hand. You gasped in surprise when cool fingers ghosted your now obviously damp panties, eyes widening when he pressed the length of the blade harshly against your throat with more soft, mocking laughter rumbling in his chest.

"It would appear that despite the fear in your eyes, this excites you," he murmured wickedly as his inhuman tongue flicked over the corner of his lip in delight. "How interesting." Long, lithe digits teased you through the fabric, tracing the length of your soaked slit and drawing a delicate circle around your throbbing clit as your body roared to life.

It did excite you. The implied danger of submitting to Orochimaru's sometimes unhinged whims never failed to set you alight. Some twisted little corner of your mind lived for these cruel, possessive mood swings of his despite logic screeching its warnings like a wailing siren in the back of your head. You wanted him. Feared him. Hated him. Needed him. The weeks of pent up frustration and aching neglect were manifesting as a ravenous desire to be possessed, used, wanted by him again. His affection was a drug, fueling an addiction that you couldn't shake.

With a deep, cruel laugh humming just next to your head, he abruptly sliced through the front of your shirt and bra, exposing the entirety of your torso to his hungry gaze with one swift, stinging motion. The combination of cold, excitement, and abject terror left a wave of goosebumps spreading rapidly across your body, pebbling your nipples into hard little buds as your chest heaved with nervous delight at the paper-thin line of tiny, crimson beads that surfaced over your sternum. You gasped and squirmed as he drew the kunai further south, stammering unintelligibly. The frighteningly sharp tip effortlessly tore through the thin fabric just below your hip, revealing more flesh to his ravenous eyes. With a satisfied growl, he trailed the chilled hilt of the knife back over your skin and returned the blade to its resting place against the soft flesh below your jaw as he dipped long, slender fingers into your heat, sliding the torn remains of your panties aside. The blade against your throat twitched as he hissed a soft, sinister threat in your ear. "I might just show you what sort of monster I am if that's what you're going to insist on calling me."

You swallowed hard, choking back a whimper as you arched into the deliciously distracting touch that sent confusingly pleasurable shocks through your nerves as he played your body like a fiddle. Adrenaline surged and coursed through your veins, heightening every sensation as the excitement of impending danger mounted. Every rapid beat of your heart left your carotid thrumming against the precariously positioned blade crossing your neck as those slitted suns leered down at you from above. Raven locks tumbled over his shoulders, eclipsing the dim backlighting and shadowing his face, leaving only those glowing orbs in focus as they burned holes through your heart. Your legs twitched and core pulsed as he slowly and methodically set you on fire with each pass of his thumb and pump of his hand. Warmth spread through your belly in white-hot waves as those cool fingers slowly drove you mad. "O-orochimaru, please," you whined through your teeth, rattling your bindings with fingers tightening around the lengths of chain as your heels dug into the cold metal at your back.

Dark, rolling laughter left the room eerily empty as it echoed into your head. "Begging for mercy already?" A crooked grin slashed his pale features as that long, inhuman tongue slithered from his mouth, leaving a hot, wet trail over the perfect ladder of red beads dotting your chest. Delicious. "Save your breath, my dear," he murmured, licking his lips and drawing you ever closer to the release you so desperately sought. "You won't be able to speak when I'm finished with you."

You didn't know whether to apologize, sob, or sing broken hymns of gratitude as his impossibly long fingers curled and that monstrous tongue flicked over a taught bud. Every muscle in your body coiled with the eruption of pleasure that ravaged your nerves. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your lip with bruising force as stars blinded you behind clenched lids. Soft laughter hummed in your head while your walls tensed and fluttered around the digits sunk into your core. You sucked in a lungful of air through grinding teeth as your hips twitched and bucked into the hand whose motions never ceased, beginning to build another bubble of heat in your belly as you panted and arched into his touch.

"How long do you think you can endure this before you pass out, I wonder?" His lips stretched into a wolfish grin as that vicious gaze remained locked on your pleasure-contorted expression. "Look at you… so needy and desperate. Already sweating," he mused in an analytical chirp while continuing to build the next cascade that would soon rip through your body, grinding the heel of his hand against your sopping cunt.

Your head emptied as you mewled brokenly into the sparsely furnished void, your voice reverberating back in a mocking echo from the surrounding stone. Cold silence hung behind your needy gasping and the rattling of the chains binding you to the metal beneath your back. Whining and whimpering, your hips jerked into the touch that relentlessly tormented you. The hot, throbbing ache between your shaking legs grew by magnitudes. Orochimaru knew your body all too well and consequently had already formed the perfect plan that would have you coming completely undone with nothing but his hand. Your eyes watered as you cried out again and a tsunami of pleasure crashed through your nervous system. Keeping still enough to avoid the bite of the blade at your throat was swiftly becoming a problem.

"Careful," he taunted, pressing the edge into your flesh with just enough restraint to not break your skin as he drew another hard circle over your clit with the pad of his thumb. "I wouldn't want to accidentally harm my most prized possession."

You let out an airy moan as your back rolled into a wild arch and your body spasmed under his calculated ministrations, fueled further by the softly spoken words that strangled your heart as praise. His most prized possession. The roiling, lust-drunk chaos in your head took that little fragment and ran with it, enshrining it in your mind and crawling into it like a lovely cage. You let out a raspy sob into nothingness, desperately winding your legs around his arm with crushing force as the white-hot fire building in your belly threatened to make you explode. "Please," you sobbed.

With a hunger blazing in those monstrous eyes, Orochimaru snickered in delight at the uncontrollable responses your body made to his every touch. "Since you asked so nicely…" Still pressing the blade tightly against your thumping pulse, he curled the fingers buried in your cunt more harshly than last time, reveling in the sound that erupted from your throat as you convulsed and clenched almost painfully around him, completely soaking the arm tangled up between your legs. He watched the rapid puffs of your chest and tensioning of your muscles with nothing but selfish satisfaction, throwing you headlong into that leg-soaking orgasm like only he could. Every broken sob of gratitude and unintelligible cry fueled him to drive you to the brink of madness.

The constant motion of his hand had you writhing and squirming, struggling to take more as your sobs morphed into orgasm-drunk wails that filled the room. Your soaked cunt spasmed and tightened around him in ceaseless, rippling waves that left you straining against your binds to get off of the table. "M-mercy, p-please, I can't--" You babbled brokenly through heaving gasps. A sheen of sweat glistened over every inch of your skin.

The kunai at your throat dropped to the table beside your head with a dull clatter. Cool, pale fingers traced the bruises and razor-thin indentations in your skin tenderly under the weight of a dark, amused chortle. Brushing those knuckles delicately over your cheek and through the streaks of fresh tears on your face, a small crooked smile spread across his lips. "Not such a monster now, am I?" He murmured, withdrawing the hand coated in your essence and setting it on the curve of your hip as your body trembled beneath him.

"N-no," you stammered through gasps, your heart hammering in your chest. Glassy eyes stared up at him longingly, blinded by lust and the aching need to be wanted.

"While I will show you mercy, I'm not finished with you yet," he purred, trailing his fingertips over your racing pulse and back to your face, grasping your chin to keep your gaze pointed at his. "But that's what you wanted all along, isn't it, my little pet? To be wholly and completely possessed?"

"Y-yes," you whispered.

With a satisfied smirk, he reached above your head, adjusting the chains binding you to the table to give you more slack as the nagging ache of his own need strained distractingly against the fabric of his pants. Moving about the table like a phantom as he disrobed, you fought to get your breathing under control. Cool hands wrapped around your ankles and then abruptly yanked you down the length of the table until you were stopped by the limiting reach of the chains, tearing your pants off of your legs with a resounding riiiiip. The gush of cold air on your thighs and mounting desire for him to absolutely ruin you had your breath catching in your throat. Hungry eyes scoured every exposed inch of you as his palms trailed up your legs, settling on your hips. Without warning, his fingers dug harshly into your flesh and he flipped you onto your stomach, twisting your arms into a tangle with their chains around your head as your feet fumbled to find the floor. You felt the hot, engorged head of his leaky cock brush against the curve of your ass as he loomed over your precariously positioned body, long inky locks tickling the back of your shoulders. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as a large hand pressed your face into the dampness left by your last soul-evicting orgasm and the tip of his swollen erection swiped through your dripping folds. "Beg," he murmured lowly, his hot breath fanning your neck as that inhuman tongue traced the shell of your ear.

"Please, Orochimaru," you whimpered tearily against the damp metal. "I'm yours -- I n-need you. I'm sorry for what I said."

He hummed contently at your desperate prayer, seemingly placated by your offering as sharp teeth nipped at your neck and he sunk his entire length into your hungry, aching heat. The low growl rumbling through his chest betrayed the air of indifference that hung about him. You felt divine. Your cunt still pulsed and tightened around him from the lingering waves and heightened sensitivity left behind from his earlier work on your most sensitive nerves.

You cried out into the dirty surface beneath your squished cheek as the relentless pounding drove your hips into the edge of the table. Wrenching your arms against your awkwardly tangled restraints, you gasped and moaned as he once again began evicting your soul from your body with a predatory fury. Every rough pistoning of his length into your sopping cunt further drove the thoughts of why you wanted to leave him from your head. Each dig into your flesh and snarl into your ear served as compounding reminders that you were his. The swelling, white heat of another pending orgasm began building in your belly again, making you squirm and buck under the serpent's looming form.

His low, velvet voice filtered into your ear over the rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh as the tenuous threads holding your reality together began to strain and unravel. "Do you still want mercy?"

"Fuck," you choked out in a squeak, toes curling and unable to form an adequate reply. Your clit burned and throbbed, both begging for more abuse and needing desperately to cool off. All logic had been ejected from your head as you babbled incoherently against the metal surface that fogged with your every gaspy breath. His long, curved cock struck you repeatedly in ways that stole your reasoning, leaving nothing but an eruption of static and incomprehensible pleasure in its wake.

"Or do you want to submit and be mine?" He tempted in a cruel purr.

"Yours!" You rasped between labored breaths. The sound that bellowed from your chest when he reached between your legs to toy with your already throbbing bundle of nerves and echoed off of the stone walls was hardly human. You screamed the knells of a banshee queen, spasming and twisting beneath him in an ill-contrived effort to throw him off of you as the painfully pleasurable shocks that touch sent through your nervous system threatened to short circuit your brain.

Orochimaru's lips twisted into a wicked grin as you began falling apart beneath him in a quivering mess of broken wails. Every desperate squeeze of your pulsing walls around his cock was a silent chant of victory. Every nonsensical whimper of yours that tumbled from your lips were your admissions of defeat. He was the master of his domain, and that domain included every trembling bit of flesh beneath him. Digging his fingers roughly into you again and coiling around your body like a serpent, he lurched forward, sinking pointed fangs into your neck as he chased his own release with your spent body.

For a moment, you lapsed from reality as that bite shot blinding pain through every atom in your being and mixed with the nigh intolerable pleasure ripping through your core. Everything stopped. The low growls in your ear, the slaps of flesh, your labored breathing -- all went silent for an instant as you blinked out of existence for a single heartbeat. The world came roaring back with the next thump in your chest as your eyes shot open and a demonic hellcry tore its way out of throat.

Release.

The most intense orgasm of your life ravaged your mortal shell and left you sobbing helplessly beneath the orchestrator of your out of body experience.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't speak.

You couldn't anything.

Soft laughter swirled around your head as you felt hot liquid dribble down the insides of your thighs. A hand trailed delicately from your hip, soothingly moving over your spine and to the sore puncture wounds that now marred your neck. An insidious, crooked smirk pulled at his lips as an intricate pattern of dark swirls blossomed under your bruised flesh.

A curse mark. His curse mark, given to you instead of mercy -- forever branding you as Orochimaru's most prized possession.

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Kisame and 13 — "This guy bothering you?"

This is some strange, modern, underground rave AU that I now cannot unsee or unsmell and definitely didn’t plan when I outlined this shit. Hidan is a total dick, and Kisame is wearing the world's tightest t-shirt. I don't know what fucking happened. It got away from me. Just roll with it.

Lucky

Love Game - Lucky - Lucky Pt. 2 - Love Game Pt. 2 - Lucky Pt. 3

Kisame + Prompt #13 "This guy bothering you?"

Warnings: yandere-ish themes, Hidan being Hidan, stalking, alcohol, violence/fights, blood

Kisame x Reader

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Deep hums of square-wave bass rolled through Kisame's chest as he scanned the sea of flashing faces bobbing to the hellish beat buzzing through the speakers nestled in the walls at the front of the dirty, sticky,  all-too-crowded dance floor on which he currently stood with crossed arms and a sour scowl stretched across his mouth. The strobing lights and colorful special effects, not to mention the overpowering scent of way too many hot, sweaty bodies crammed into one area was just so goddamn distracting – especially when he had a job to do. 

Party people – drunken dancers wearing too many glowsticks and grungy misfits of varying walks of life gathered in this dingy underground for the unique music scene and the other dubious dealings that often happened on the leather couches in the back – and that was what brought Kisame here in the first place. The hired help, the muscle – Kisame was among other things security for the evening for a particularly paranoid performer that would be going live on stage in the next half an hour or so. He had been charged with doing sweeps of the floor, sniffing out the imagined threats that the little pyro insisted existed before he would set foot on stage. 

He sighed to himself in annoyance. At least this was an easy enough task.

The crowd was clean, relatively speaking at least, and nothing of interest had been left in the open that would be cause for concern, so Kisame situated his hulking frame in its too-tight shirt on a stool at the bar for a moment, nodding to the man with orange hair and a face dotted with metal for a glass of water. As he brought it to his lips, he turned an ear to the quiet argument happening a few seats away.

"Hidan, seriously – leave me alone," you growled as you twisted yourself out from under the uncomfortable drape of your very slimy ex-something's arm around your shoulders. A lock of his glossy, slicked back hair fell into his stupid, attractive – punchable – face, and all you wanted to do was fucking deck him. But Hidan was Hidan, and a fistfight was foreplay as far as he was concerned. You just didn't need that shit tonight.

"Aw, come on," he grinned wolfishly, watching with an intense, unblinking focus as you toed around your stool and snatched your drink with an angry huff. He called after you over the hum of the music as you stomped away from him to disappear into the crowd. "Admit it, cupcake – you fuckin' miss me!"

You did not, in fact, miss Hidan in any sense of the word. He just wasn't getting the memo, or had casually thrown it away without bothering to read it.

Kisame's mouth pulled into a tight line, eyes narrowing on the back of Hidan's head as he watched the leather-jacketed douchebag nonchalantly slither after a very uninterested woman through the crowd. While you weren't exactly on his list of targets to watch for the evening, the little exchange he witnessed left an uncomfortable knot in his chest. The way that scumball stalked after you like a predator, following your movements from a distance made the hair on Kisame's neck stand on end. The hulking giant had good instincts about this sort of thing, as that was precisely what landed him his current job, and his instincts told him to keep an eye on Hidan.

Just as Kisame decided he was going to quietly stalk your stalker, the overhead lights began to dim, and the rhythm-drunk masses hummed with bated breath. When the bright, crackling sparks that would announce the coming of the headliner he had been placating tonight began fizzling at the corners of the stage, the crowd rolled into a frenzied roar, calling the maniac's name as the spotlights and fog back-lit his lanky silhouette.

"DEI-DA-RA! DEI-DA-RA! DEI-DA-RA!" They chanted in unison, summoning the grinning demon on his podium as he raised his hands and ascended into the air, displaying the trademark, tattooed tongues on his palms that made the masses go fucking wild.

Deidara took his place at the console with a smug smile and a flick of his long, blond hair, sighing happily into his mic as he looked down at the screaming faces below. "Do you know what true art is?" He purred into his headset, whipping the already tempestuous dancers into chaos as he queued up the first hypnotic beat that would entrance his adoring fans. "True art is…" Cheering fists punched into the sky as Deidara took a deep breath, dropped the lights and the bass in the pyrotechnic display of a lifetime.  "AN EXPLOSION!" 

You squinted at the searing flash as the mess of writhing bodies swarmed like bees and lost themselves to the thudding music, clutching your vibrating glass as the red, strobing lights and heart-stopping bass all but distorted reality around you. The hairs on your arms stood on end as you squeezed through the sweaty throngs of people, looking for a corner to press your back into so that you could at least try to enjoy the show. But the nagging voice in the back of your head screamed over the roar of the synthesized beat that something wicked this way comes. 

The voice in your head was right.

"Shit," Kisame cursed under his breath, glancing at the stage and then back into the sea of bodies, realizing that he lost sight of both you and the grinning beast that was hunting you in the screaming dark. His pulse pounded in his ears over the blaring noise masquerading as music as his narrowed gaze scanned the beat-drunk mess of stop-motion faces throwing themselves into the cacophonous abyss. His very bad feeling swelled rapidly into a sense of second-hand, impending doom. Kisame knew all too well that events like these were the perfect cover for chaos. He had seen it enough times to trust the barbed wire tumbleweed churning in his gut. The way Hidan looked at you as you snarled and stomped away was inhuman. Monstrous. Predatory. People like him unabashedly wore their bad intentions on their sleeve. People like him spelled trouble.

The giant shoved his way through the moshing crowd, elbowing through the waves of dancing thralls with ease, using his height to his advantage to look for the big, bad wolf hiding in the herd of psychedelic sheep. Deidara would have a king-sized shit-fit if someone died at one of his shows again, as that would mean another investigation and a potential stop to his grand tour. The little psycho wouldn't stand for his art to be sullied by the likes of local laws or regulations – or so Kisame told himself. 

Where the fuck is she?

You took a long swallow of your watery drink, clicking your teeth painfully against the glass as some asshole bashed into your hip and damn near knocked you over in a fit of heated dancing. You stumbled over your feet, trying to catch yourself before you were trampled by the raucous crowd. A long, wiry arm caught you around the waist before you hit the deck and pulled you back up into a nauseating embrace that stunk of whiskey and stale cigarettes as a low voice hummed into your head from behind.

"Careful, cupcake."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

"Good thing I was here, eh?" He murmured in your ear with a twisted smirk, tightening his arm around you like a noose. 

"Oh, fuck you," you snarled as you attempted to turn around and extract yourself from Hidan's bruising grip, intent on jabbing him in the ribs with a pointed elbow. You froze mid-swing and sucked in a horrified gasp, your blood running cold as you saw a flash of silver and felt the bite of a blade against your throat.

"Now would be a very good time to apologize to me and admit what a big fucking mistake you made when you left."

All you wanted to do was scream, but the sound died somewhere in your chest as the tip of his knife drew a dark red bead from your sweat-slicked skin.

"Now, be a good girl and drop the glass you're thinking about smashing into my face before I make a fucking mess out of you on the dance floor," he cooed cruelly against your temple with a vicious smile, swaying mockingly with your trapped form to the raging beat as he dug the edge of the knife into the soft flesh beneath your jaw.

The chilling venom in his tone raised nauseating goosebumps along your arms as you swallowed the desert in your mouth and pressed your head back into his shoulder in an effort to gain some relief from the razor edge of his switchblade. "H-hidan, this isn't funny," you choked out in a broken whisper.

"That's because I'm not fucking joking, princess," he hissed. 

Hot tears stung in the corners of your eyes as the glass in your hand slipped through your fingers and tumbled downward, spilling what was left of your drink on your shoes and exploding into sparkling shards that vibrated in time with the deafening beat when it struck the floor between your feet. A lowly murmured threat under the weight of the painful lyrics blaring in the background left your heart shuddering to a stop as a horrifying realization ripped open a sucking void in your chest. 

He's going to kill me when our song is over.

The length of that single song felt like an eternity for Kisame as he scoured the sea of nameless faces for something familiar, snarling to himself as the hazy smoke from the booming pyrotechnics made the already difficult task seem nigh impossible. Too many people. Too much movement. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

And that's when an unusual sight caught his eye. Facing away from the stage was a familiar looking, studded leather jacket, swaying just out of time with the throbbing beat of the window-rattling bass. Another pair of stiff, shaking legs stood between the figure's, and between those legs was a pile of broken glass.

Even if it wasn't the girl he was looking for, someone was definitely not having a good night. After a quick buzz into his radio with his location and a mention that he was about to get his hands dirty, Kisame cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he approached the scene from another angle. As he got closer, it became clear that there was no need for the playful grin and customary "is this guy bothering you, darlin'?'' he typically offered to distressed looking patrons before caving someone's face in with a bar stool. Tangled up in that monster's arms was – you – the pretty girl from the bar, completely frozen in fear with a face streaked in tears stained red by the strobing lights and a glittering blade cutting a dark line into your neck. That was all Kisame needed to see to decide that Hidan's brain would be of more use splattered on the pavement than in his head.

With his lips pulled into a menacing grin, Kisame snatched Hidan by one leather-clad shoulder and spun him around, ripping the knife away from your throat in one swift motion. 

"What the fuck, asshole–" 

It was then that Hidan made the grave error of taking the first swing.

You nearly choked on your own tongue and stumbled forward until you collided with a wall, eyes wide and watering as you spun around and clamped a hand down over the painful, burning gash Hidan had torn across your neck before a stranger spun him away from you. Your heart pounded into your throat, making your head spin as the beating, crimson lights made the vicious, rather one sided grudge match happening between your ex and some mystery mountain of a man look like a scene out of a horror movie. A wide, toothy grin shone monstrously in the bloody flashes of lighting, making your savior appear more like some demon from the deep than a human being as he pummeled the ever-living shit out of a Hidan that just didn't know when to stay down. Their screaming and grunts and the tell-tale bone-crunching sounds of a passionate fist fight were drowned out by the rowdy beat. All you could see were stop-motion flashes of Hidan getting his ass handed to him before being hauled out by another uniformed monster dressed like the one who came to your aid.

It took a few long moments and gushes of blood between your fingers for you to realize that you weren't actually dead. It took several more for you to realize that the goliath of a man who just smashed Hidan into a pulp was now crouched in front of you, looking rather concerned and trying to get your attention. You just wondered how you ended up on the floor.

"Hey, darlin' – look at me," Kisame rasped over the deep hum of the music, moving into your line of sight in an effort to get you to focus on him. "You good?"

You just blinked with a vacant expression, lifting your trembling hand from your neck as you stared blankly at the liquid painting your entire hand red.

Kisame's eyes narrowed, now getting a whiff of the blood starting to stain your shirt. Without thinking, he snatched your hand and pressed it back over the wound before hauling you up to your feet. "Come on. Let's get you outta here."

You could barely hear the stranger's low, rumbling voice over the deafening beat, let alone your own thoughts to try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart was still in your mouth. Your cheeks were still needling with static. And now, you were suddenly tucked under the protective arm of this beast of a man who appeared out of thin fucking air, being led across the club toward one of the side doors emblazoned with the bright white warning of Employees Only.

It made you wonder for a moment if Hidan had actually killed you, and these were just the misfirings of your dying brain as you bled out on the floor to Deidara's spicy cover of Paint It Black.

Kisame pulled you along with him into the nauseatingly bright lights and closed the door behind him with his foot – his hand still clamped over yours as he led you through the little hallway into an area that almost looked like a lounge. "Here, sit down," he gruffed, eyeing the slightly confused, shell shocked expression painted over your clammy face. You mechanically parked yourself on the couch now positioned behind your knees while the hulk cautiously let go of your neck and got up to go rummage through a nearby cabinet. He left a few bloody handprints behind before he sat in front of you on a coffee table and popped open a first aid kit in his lap. "What's your name, darlin'?"

You swallowed hard, finding your mouth now uncomfortably dry when you opened it and answered him. The stark white, buzzing fluorescent light that flooded the room made this all seem so surreal. You wanted to thank him but the words stalled in your mouth as you gazed down at the blood all over his hand.  The only sound you could get to come out of your mouth was, "You?"

"Kisame," he rasped with a crooked smile as he opened a packet of gauze. Carefully lifting your hand away from your neck, that smile pulled into a grimace. "Damn, he got you good. You're probably gonna need stitches," he muttered, pressing the wad down over the wound. 

"Just slap some tape on it. It'll be fine," you mumbled, not particularly wanting to deal with ambulances or emergency rooms tonight.

"Anyone I can call? Got a friend here with you maybe?" Kind eyes were focused worriedly on you – the same eyes that had been so wild with bloodlust only a few minutes ago.

You just shook your head, lost in your own thoughts for a moment. Now that the adrenaline had begun to fade, a black, gnashing pit formed in your stomach as you realized just how close Hidan had come to slitting your throat. "Nope."

"Tape isn't gonna cut it," Kisame declared after taking another look at the mess.

"Not going to the ER," you stated definitively, staring blankly at a wet spot on your ruined shoes.

After taking one more look at the gash, Kisame gingerly took your wrist to press your hand over the wad of cloth and pulsing ache on your neck. "Stay here. I'll be right back." 

With a silent nod, you kept your eyes locked on the floor, watching Kisame's booted feet shuffle slightly as he stood and turned before walking away from where you were seated. Your head swam with wild thoughts and tangents of worry, trying to figure out what the hell you should do now. Hidan wasn't one to just go quietly into the night. The tarry bog of worry in your stomach began to churn and fester as you came to terms with the fact that your little problem wasn't just going to go away.

"Hey, Kakuzu, you back here?" Kisame's voice grew more distant as he called around a corner from the other side of the room and you stewed in your thoughts.

"The hell is going on, Hoshigaki?" A gravelly voice rumbled loudly from the back, only to quiet slightly as it engaged in a brief conversation that you couldn't quite make out over the mess yammering in your head.

You lifted your head as an older man in a black, form-fitting button up shirt sporting a messy bun emerged from around the corner with a white metal box in hand and Kisame at his side. A myriad of tattoos littered his exposed forearms. It took several long moments for you to realize that you had seen him before – the irritated looking man with an intimidating aura was Kakuzu, the club's owner. You were fairly certain you had had a few drinks with him once. He stared at you critically, face knotted into a scowl as he growled to himself and peeled back the bloody cloth you were still holding to your neck.

"If you want me to fix this instead of going to the goddamn hospital like a reasonable person, I don't want to hear any whining about how much it hurts," he said sharply, glaring down with intense, emerald eyes that made the knot in your stomach worse.

"Not a peep," you breathed through your teeth, turning your head to let him take a look. Now, you realized that some of the marks on his arms you originally thought were tattoos were scars and fresh stitches that he had probably done himself.

Kisame stood to the side with crossed arms as Kakuzu rumbled with a low sound of discontent and opened the kit in his lap. It took all of your self control to not flinch as he gripped your jaw with a calloused hand and hooked a curved needle into your skin to begin pulling the wound closed. "You're lucky this wasn't any deeper," Kakuzu growled. 

Your breath caught in your throat as the nauseating sensation of thread sliding through your skin made you dig your nails into your knees and tried to make light of the situation to keep your shit together. "Either Kisame has good timing or Hidan was just fucking with me."

The giant's mouth twisted in concern at how casually you made that remark as he watched you struggle to maintain your composure while Kakuzu worked. "Don't think that guy is gonna be bothering you again."

"Hidan's a fucking cockroach," you laughed weakly, swallowing the sickening saliva pooling under your tongue. "That immortal dickhead probably just dusted himself off and is halfway to my apartment by now."

"I… doubt that," Kisame stated after a pause, carefully omitting the fact that his partner likely hadn't just tossed Hidan out onto the street without giving him another few reasons to not come back.

"You don't know Hidan," you breathed grimly, sucking in a pained breath as Kakuzu hooked the needle into your flesh again. 

"I know the guy who threw him out, though," Kisame answered with a smirk.

You didn't argue with that and just held your  breath through the stomach-churning sensation as the club's owner finished sewing you back up like a sock. When you heard the metallic click of scissors and felt Kakuzu tape a clean bandage over the now closed wound, you felt like you could finally exhale. "Thanks," you croaked, finally opening your eyes again.

Kakuzu just grunted in response, still with annoyance knotted over his face as he put his supplies back away and stood up. "Get her out of here before she attracts more trouble," he sniped to Kisame over his shoulder, eyeing you for a moment before vanishing back into his office. 

After the door closed, Kisame took a seat next to you on the couch as you sighed and buried your face in your hands. "Want me to call you a cab or something?"

"I really don't want to go home," you choked out after a thick swallow.

Something about the way you said that just made Kisame's chest ache as he regarded you carefully and rested his elbows on his knees. "If you're still worried about that Hidan guy coming after you, you can crash at my place tonight."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you picked up your head and blinked at him in confusion. "Sorry, what?"

"I didn't mean that to come off as creepy," Kisame faltered.

"It's not that… just – you don't even know me. Why put yourself out for a stranger with a stabby ex?" Twisting your knuckles in your lap, you gazed over at him again, unsure of his intentions. The ever-present, nagging voice that usually told you to run for the hills was strangely silent, and that just confused you further. 

"I kicked the shit out of him once already. You think I wouldn't do it again?" Kisame teased with a crooked smile in an effort to lighten your mood.

"So, you're a knight in shining armor and mister fucking perfect?" You laughed dryly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment with a tightening throat and unexpectedly teary lashes as you struggled to contain the flood of emotion you had been stuffing.

A deep, rumbling chuckle resonated from Kisame's chest as he gave your hair a light pat and rose to his feet. "You might want to wait on calling me that until after you see the mess that is my apartment."

"If a messy apartment is what you're deeming a fatal character flaw, I stand by what I said," you snorted with a hoarse laugh. 

Kisame just smirked playfully and thumbed your cheek to wipe away a damp line of tears that had fallen during your little exchange before offering you an outstretched hand. "Come on, girlie. Let's go."

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Today's intrusive thought:

Imagine listening to the low, content sound of Kakuzu rumbling like a lion as you give him a scalp massage while he tries to concentrate on doing his accounting work. He's been so stressed, you can practically see the knots in his shoulders writhing under his skin as he hunches over a mess of ledgers and loose paper. He tries to act like you're annoying him at first -- going on about how he's too busy for your shit right now, but he does nothing to stop you because your hands are fucking magical. He groans quietly and lets his pencil fall from his grip, closing his eyes and losing himself for the moment while you nest your fingers in his hair and release decades of pent up tension with every little scratch and rub.