꩜ A powerful kunoichi reader who doesn’t bow to anyone, not even him. She’s respected across nations. She’s beautiful, deadly, sharp-tongued; and Madara worships the ground she walks on. No one can control her… except him, and even then, only because she lets him.
꩜ He’s obsessed with her in the most dangerous, magnetic way. The kind of love that tastes like blood and longing. He’d burn entire clans to the ground if they looked at her wrong. He’d rewrite reality if it meant keeping her by his side. This isn’t just love, it’s possession, devotion, fate carved in stone and sealed with chakra.
꩜ Their connection is ancient. Maybe they were lovers in a past life. Maybe she was a goddess, and he was the one who dared love her. He knows her soul in every form it takes. And every time they find each other again, the pull is unbearable.
꩜ And when they’re alone?
It’s raw. It’s worship. His hands are reverent, rough, possessive. He doesn’t just want her body, he wants to merge souls, to feel her chakra against his, to hear her cry out his name like it’s sacred.
“You think you belong to this world, little flame? No. You belong to me. You always have. You always will.”
Itachi is subtle with his affection, often expressing it through small, meaningful gestures—like a gentle touch on your shoulder or a soft smile just for you. He shows love through actions rather than words.
𝓑lushing :
It’s rare to see Itachi blush, but when you manage to catch him off guard with a sweet compliment or gesture, a faint pink will dust his cheeks, and he’ll quickly compose himself, though you can tell it affected him.
𝓒omfort :
He’s incredibly soothing in stressful moments. Itachi has a calming presence, and when you’re upset, he’ll listen intently, offering quiet reassurance and wise advice to help you find peace.
𝓓ates :
Itachi prefers quiet, peaceful dates—like watching the sunset, walking through the forest, or enjoying a cup of tea together. He values moments of serenity where you can both unwind.
𝓔xcitement :
He doesn’t show excitement outwardly, but you can sense it in the way his eyes soften or the slight upward curve of his lips when he’s enjoying something, especially when you’re together.
𝓕lirting :
Itachi’s flirting is subtle and intellectual. He might compliment your intelligence or share a thoughtful observation, making you feel admired in a way that goes beyond surface-level attraction.
𝓖ifts :
He gives thoughtful, personal gifts that hold deep meaning. It could be something symbolic of your relationship or an item that reminds him of you—always quiet but heartfelt.
𝓗olding Hands :
Itachi finds comfort in holding your hand, but he prefers to do it in private. His grip is gentle but firm, and it’s his way of keeping you close without drawing attention.
𝓘mpressions :
Though serious most of the time, Itachi has a sharp sense of humor. When he does impressions or makes a witty comment, it’s always unexpected but guaranteed to make you smile.
𝓙ealousy :
Itachi isn’t easily jealous; he’s secure and confident in your relationship. However, if someone crosses a line, he’ll subtly assert himself with a calm but intense presence, making it clear that you’re his.
𝓚isses :
His kisses are soft, slow, and meaningful. Itachi likes to savor the moment, making every kiss feel special and deeply intimate, as if he’s silently telling you how much you mean to him.
𝓛aughter :
Itachi’s laughter is rare, but when it does happen, it’s a quiet, soft chuckle. Seeing him laugh is a precious moment, and it usually happens when you share a private joke or he sees you being your genuine self.
𝓜emories :
He cherishes every memory with you, often reflecting on them during his quiet moments. Itachi has an impeccable memory and will often recall even the smallest details of your time together.
𝓝icknames :
Itachi uses simple and affectionate nicknames, usually something understated that holds a personal meaning. He prefers calling you by your name or a gentle term like “my love.”
𝓞verprotective :
Itachi is protective, but in a quiet way. He’ll keep an eye on your surroundings, ensuring you’re safe without making it obvious. He trusts your strength but always stays vigilant.
𝓟atience :
Itachi has immense patience. Whether you’re dealing with something difficult or need time to process your emotions, he’ll give you the space and support you need, never rushing or pressuring you.
𝓠uiet Moments :
He treasures quiet moments of peace, like reading together or simply sitting in silence. Itachi finds comfort in just being by your side, enjoying the stillness of your presence.
𝓡outine :
Itachi enjoys the small routines you share, like a morning cup of tea or nightly walks. These moments of normalcy help ground him, and he values the stability you bring to his life.
𝓢upport :
Itachi is your constant supporter, always encouraging you to pursue your goals. His belief in you is unwavering, and he’ll offer wise advice whenever you need guidance.
𝓣easing :
His teasing is subtle, usually delivered with a straight face and dry humor. Itachi might make an observation that seems serious at first, but the slight glint in his eyes gives away that he’s just playing with you.
𝓤nderstanding :
Itachi is deeply empathetic and understanding, always able to see things from your perspective. He’ll never judge you and will always offer a safe space for you to express your feelings.
𝓥ulnerability :
Itachi is slow to open up, but when he does, he shares his deepest thoughts and fears with you. These moments are rare, but they signify the deep trust he has in you and your relationship.
𝓦armth :
Despite his calm and composed exterior, Itachi has a quiet warmth. He expresses it in small ways—a reassuring touch, a soft look, or a few carefully chosen words that remind you of his deep affection.
𝓧-factor :
Itachi’s X-factor is his calm intensity. There’s something magnetic about his quiet strength and wisdom, drawing people in without him ever having to raise his voice or assert himself.
𝓨earning :
When he’s away, Itachi misses you deeply, though he won’t always say it aloud. He’ll think of you often, his mind drifting to memories of your time together, looking forward to the next moment he can be with you.
𝓩eal :
Itachi approaches his relationship with quiet dedication and zeal. His love is constant, unwavering, and filled with depth, making every moment together feel significant.
Warnings: slight Nsfw (no actual sex), bratty deidara, dom reader, boner mention. I'd prefer if minors dni.
A/N: i have NEVER written for a male reader before!! I hope this is good ♡. Anon didnt give me many details so I kinda improvised, hence why its not a full smut.
Deidara was growing bored with the cold shoulder you have been giving him recently. He didn't mean to get clay all over your robes. He also didn't know Konan would make you scrub them clean. Not that he could blame her, Konan got most of the cleaning chores around the compound.
But this? This week long game of seeing how long you could ignore him for? It was getting out of hand. You have been hiding from him for days, turning your nose up when Deidara would approach you. Petty, childish responses to a complete accident!
The issue? It wasn't an accident. If it was, Deidara wouldn't have immediately asked you to undress so he could "assess the damage" in his words.
At the moment, you were with Hidan, training quietly by yourselves. You rarely worked together, but it was another way to grind Deidaras gears. Especially when the blond wandered his way into the training area, staring at the two of you. It was like was was hoping you'd both explode from the glares.
Much to his disdain, you didn't. So instead, he wandered over to you, arms crossed over his chest. His attitude radiated from as he leaned his head back to hold eye contact with you. You hide the smirk that was starting to form, glad your height was being used as an advantage.
"You owe me." He starts, hip jutting out to the side as he tosses his ponytail over his shoulder.
You raise your eyebrows at him. "I owe you? What exactly do I owe you besides a kick in the ass?" You counter back, copying his exact pose. "May I remind you that you're the one that ruined my robe. Not only did I get a verbal beating from Konan, but also Kakazu since he had to fork over ryos to get me a new one.
Deidara started to look sheepish, his posture relaxings slightly. His cheeks started to flush a soft pink as he averts his gaze from you. His hands wring nervously as he tries to find something to say, finally settling on a "Has anyone told you that you look handsome today? The anger really brings out your eye color."
You say nothing shifting your weight. You seemed too tall to him now, too big. By the ancestors, it was hot.
He waited for your response, which was taking too long. You were getting caught up in your thoughts, watching the rest spread across his nose and cheeks. He looked nervous, he looked delicious.
"I think you owe me." You finally say, straightening your back even more. You were seemingly towering over him by now, causing him to take a small step back.
"Owe you?" He cautiously repeats, taking a second step back. He was glancing between you and the door, trying to judge if he could get out before you could get him. Didn't take him long yo decide, becaue before he could move again, you had gathered up a fist full of his fishnet shirt and was practically dragging him out of the training room.
He knew the path to your room like the tongues in his hand mouths. He knew the second you turned left thats where you two were heading. His feet struggle to keep up with you, knowing that if he slipped or missteped, you would just drag him along like a doll.
A doll. Thats what he felt like as you open the door to your area and haphazardly drop him onto the floor. He scrambles onto his knees, looking up at you with the bluest puppy eyes. He didn't even need to try and look pathetic, it came naturally to him, to your amusment. You loved the way he would blink up at you, and at this moment you couldn't decide if puppy or doe described him better.
You study his face, his body language, his everything. The minutes dragged out, causing Deidara to squirm a little in his kneeling position. You had him so well trained, so obedient. Yes, he got on your nerves. Of course he was annoying at times, even a little bratty. But seeing him like this, kneeling, waiting, was enough to erase your irritation at him.
Instead, it was replaced with a sort of pride. The kind that swells in your chest and makes you feel all warm and content.
Not to mention, makes your dick throb like it's never done before.
You crouch in front of him, a smirk tugging at your lips as you grasp his chin. You turn his face this way and that, examining his jaw and his neck, looking him over.
"You've ruined my robe." You start, grip tightening on his jaw. It was surely going to leave finger prints.
"I've already apologi-" his words were cut off as you press your thumb into his mouth, applying pressure to his tongue.
You click your tongue in a soft scolding, shaking your head. You watch as his cheeks heat up again, a smirk appearing on your own lips.
"And because you've ruined my robe.." you try again, watching as his eyes grow wider. The anticipation was killing him, and you caught the shudder that ran up his back.
