Like the summary says, this'll just be a oneshot compilation of my more darker/dysfunctional works so if you don't like that then I suggest you leave now.
Thanks to my friend Miley-The-Smiley for helping me get ideas for some of the stuff in this~
Warning for lemon and Deidara x Hinata/Sasori x Hinata~
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"Your soup is boiling." A gasp was heard as a blue haired woman instantly closed the book she was reading and shot up to hurry to the stove where her food was still cooking. She made the extra effort to go around the transparent red haired man standing in front of the pot despite being able to just go through him - she couldn't help but feel that it would be rude to just walk right through his see through form.
Heavy lidded brown eyes watched as she stirred the contents of the pot with a smile. They roamed over the porcelain flesh - free from any blemishes, the full pink lips and the large doe like lavender hued eyes surrounded by thick lashes; the image was complete with the long, silky blue hair curtaining her delicate face. His eyes darkened in interest as they scrutinized her features for about the hundredth time since he's met her.
It was like looking at a living doll.
If only he met her when he was still alive. He would have treated her like the beautiful doll that she is.
He was quite satisfied with his grandmother's choice of tenant this time around to live in his house. The ones she chose before never lasted long and he never bothered to reveal himself to them once he noticed their disturbed expressions at the numerous puppets that littered the home - it was the one condition that his grandma gave them before they moved in the nice home with a low rent; is that they're not allowed to move or remove any of his creations he's left behind. A lot of the previous tenants only lasted a couple days before they would move out, too nervous of the disturbingly realistic puppets staring at them with their unmoving eyes to stay any longer. He wondered if he should be offended that people were so frightened of his hard work. But they were mostly just for his eyes anyways.
Then this mouse of a woman moved in.
He was immediately taken by her entrancing features but he still hid out of sight of her large eyes, wanting to observe the blue haired woman in secret. He was curious to see if she would take off like the rest because of his art.
For the first few days, she was so focused on unboxing her things that she didn't pay them much mind except for once when she had this annoying long haired blonde helping her bring her boxes in. His one visible blue eye surveyed the house critically until it landed on one of the puppets propped up on a chair against the wall. Sauntering over to it, Sasori felt an eye twitch when the blonde haughtily rubbed a finger over his chin as he began to loudly criticize his work as 'creepy' and that whoever created it has no sense of artistic value.
He snarled when the blonde reached a hand out to the lone puppet, saying something about blowing it up before it gives him nightmares just by looking at it. He only paused when a soft voice yelled at him to stop, small hands catching his outstretched hand and pushing it down, away from the helpless puppet.
The blonde shook his head once the petite woman explained why she couldn't get rid of the puppets, adding in that it would be disrespectful of the original owner.
It wasn't until she had her stuff settled in that the red haired man caught the soft spoken woman examining one of his puppets that he kept in his room. He watched as she stared at it in interest, lavender eyes roving over the still creation until she wordlessly disappeared, only to reappear with a white cloth.
He can truthfully say he was caught off guard when the woman lifted a hand and without hesitation, cupped the puppet's face to hold it still as she gently rubbed the white cloth over the wooden face. He couldn't hold back any longer as he allowed himself to become visible behind the unaware woman.
"What are you doing?" A squeal was heard as the monotone voice slipped into the woman's ear and she dropped the cloth from being startled so suddenly when she thought that she was alone. She fell onto her behind rather ungracefully when she spun around, lavender eyes widening in panic at the unknown male and frantically scooted away from him.
"W-w-who a-are you?" She managed to squeak, breath picking up in her panic when her back met the edge of her bed as the intruder took calm steps towards her shivering form. That was when she realized that she could see right through his body, "W-what are y-you?" She rephrased.
"Relax," He told her as if it was completely normal to just appear in someone else's house. She shrinked back when he came to a stop in front of her and kneeled down, even made the effort to lift his hands to show that he meant no harm to her, "I'm the owner of this house."
"Y-you're a ghost," She whispered, to which he nodded, gratefully that she's apparently not the type to just start screaming at the realization. She did recall seeing a picture of a young red haired male in Chiyo's home, maybe this is the grandson that passed away. She seemed to calm significantly once that fact sunk in and it helped that he was making an effort to show her that he won't hurt her.
Sasori gave the peculiar woman a slow blink at how fast she calmed at his words despite his admittance at being a ghost - something that would have frightened most people, "You don't seem surprised."
Her lavender eyes drifted down to her knees that was still curled up to her chest, "W-well...my mom was able to see ghosts when she was a-alive..and she said they were always nice," His eyes absently caught her twiddling her thumbs together, "Plus, I recognize you from Ms. Chiyo's pictures, she said...your n-name was Sasori, right?"
He took note that her stuttering died down quite bit now that she wasn't in danger and nodded his head, impressed that she would remember what he considered a useless fact that others would forget seeing that he's dead already.
"Uhm," His brown eyes drifted back up to meet the nervous lavender, her pale cheeks took on a bit of color, "My n-name is Hinata. I-it's nice to meet you, Sasori."
He eyed the hand outstretched towards him before looking back up at the owner with a raise of his brow, not saying a single word. Hinata blushed bright red in embarrassment once she realized her mistake and snatched her hand back to cradle it against her chest.
"I-I'm s-sorry...you can't touch anything, right?" He nodded, wordlessly demonstrating by reaching a hand towards her face, ignoring the flinch as his hand phased right through. She nibbled her lip at her foolishness, unable to meet his eyes as she apologized once more.
He shook his head, "There's nothing to apologize about." Heavy lidded brown eyes watched as she smiled gratefully at his words, "So, what were you doing to my puppet?"
"Oh! I was cleaning it." She abruptly perked up as she was reminded of what she was originally doing and carefully crawled around the male to her forgotten cloth. Picking it up, she hesitated and turned her head back to the red haired ghost, "Uhm...if it's okay with you?"
He nodded, and happy with having gained his permission, Hinata stood back up and went back to sliding the cloth along the puppet's flawless face to remove any of the dirt that remained.
"What do you think of my puppets?" His low voice slid into her ears from an incredibly close spot, causing her to once again squeak and drop the cloth at his sudden proximity. Reaching down for the cloth again, she glanced up at the redhead standing right at her side, dark gaze watching her inquiringly as he waited for her opinion.
He was never much of a people person when he was alive so he didn't care for others opinion on his work and never showed them to anyone but his grandma who would come to visit from time to time. But this was the first person to actually capture his interest and keep it so he was curious to know her thoughts on his puppets or if she just thought it was creepy like that blonde haired bastard.
"What I think?" She repeated his question under her breath, eyes taking on a softer shade as they examined the puppet in her hands. She gently swiped the cloth under one of its eyes as the corners of her lips tugged up into a small smile. "I think...they're gorgeous and really amazing at how realistic they look. I've never seen puppets as realistic looking as yours...it must have taken you a lot of hard work and dedication to create them. I really like having them here."
Sasori was actually grateful for the fact that she was so distracted by cleaning his puppet for this was the first time he's felt his cheeks heat up in response to another human, "...Thank you." He really dislikes that this sweet woman has only shown up in his life after it's already gone.
Her smile widened at his words, happy that her answer satisfied him as she wiped off the last speck of dirt. She could feel him trailing behind her when she left the room to find the next puppet.
"You know, my boyfriend is an artist too." She informed him, it wouldn't be bad to bond with her new roommate. Her mom did say she made friends with the ghosts that she met - she should do the same.
"Boyfriend?" Busy with the puppet, she failed to catch his displeased frown behind her. He really hoped it isn't who he thinks it is, "Don't tell me it's that loud blonde guy."
She giggled, catching on that he must've been keeping an eye on her from the beginning, "Yes, his name is Deidara," Her smile widened at him. "He creates clay sculptures."
She continued, missing the eye roll behind her, "He's very passionate about creating his sculptures- as I'm sure you were with your puppets."
"And yet, he had the nerve to insult my work." The transparent man grumbled from behind her, crossing his arms and watching the delicate way she cradled the puppet's face as she cleaned it.
He could tell from the way her shoulders tensed that she must have flinched at his irritated words, "I-I'm sorry...Deidara has...a bit of an ego. He's not a big fan of competition and your talent is definitely something to be jealous about."
"Sounds like you're dating an oversized baby." He scoffed with a shake of his head. Wondering how the hell a loud idiot like that was able to score a well mannered lady like this.
Maybe she's just dating him out of pity.
The thought brought an amused smirk to Sasori's lips.
It was from that point on that the two grew a steady friendship with Sasori actually willing to make an effort to talk to his blue haired roommate, he learned quite a bit about her like that she has a hobby of flower pressing, she has quite a sweet tooth - especially for cinnamon rolls and that she was disowned by her father once he realized that her little sister had more potential to be a businesswoman then her and that she had no intention of breaking it off with Deidara just so he could put her in an arranged marriage to further his business, in return, he let her know stuff about him like that he was a Scorpio, that he lost his parents at a young age and hasn't felt the urge to connect with any other humans since and instead has been interested in puppets after he lost them. However, he was very vague about how he died - merely saying that he was trying to preserve his youth leaving the blue haired woman confused but not forcing him to emphasize when he doesn't want too. And even after knowing so much about her, he'll still feel the want to hang out and converse with her throughout the day when she was home but he'll vanish whenever the blonde artist makes an appearance and only comes back once he leaves.
Sasori continued silently watching Hinata stir the boiling food in the pot, entranced by the upward tilt of those full lips, the soft flutter everytime her lashes kissed her pale cheeks that was constantly dusted with a light pink.
She was art.
She was the beauty that he always craved to capture in his puppets.
Without his notice, one of his hands lifted from his side to the doll like face before him. Only to be disappointed when it phased right through instead of feeling warm flesh like he wished.
Lavender eyes blinked in surprise before turning to the transparent redhead in question, "Sasori? Did you need something?"
He immediately took his hand back to his side and turned his eyes away, "Its nothing." He murmured with a frown.
Hinata stared at him for a moment longer in concern before the bubbling soup dragged her attention back to it.
Sasori's brown eyes stared down at his clear hands blankly, opening and closing them in growing irritation. He never felt such a strong urge to touch another as he does now and it was beginning to get downright frustrating with this useless form that can't do anything but watch.
He was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of loud knocking coming from the front door. His eyes narrowed at the sound, after weeks of it, he can automatically recognize who the obnoxious knocks come from.
Sasori sent the woman an exasperated look to which she smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot to mention that he's coming over tonight."
"Just make sure he doesn't touch my puppets." He told her before fading out of sight, he may not appear in their sights when the rambunctious blonde is around but it doesn't mean he isn't keeping an eye on him.
And he doesn't appreciate the way the idiot eyes his puppets in distaste everytime he walks past one.
Turning off the stove, Hinata brushed her fingers absently through her hair before pulling open the door to a grinning blonde. Arms swiftly twined around her waist, tugging her into a hard chest as eager lips enveloped her own before pulling back to press his forehead against hers, "What's up, my little bunny, hm?"
Hinata giggled when he nuzzled his nose affectionately against her cheek. However, she frowned when he pulled back, allowing her the opportunity to see the shallow cut along the side of his face that he had yet to notice along with the various bits of clay sticking to his long hair. She picked a tiny piece out and held it up to his face with a raised brow.
"Deidara..." He knows she always gets worried when he decides to explode any of his artwork. Especially if he was close enough to get some of the rubble on him.
"What can I say Hina, yeah?" He shrugged with a casual smirk before throwing his arms in the air with an excited exclamation, "Art is an explosion!"
Hinata shook her head with a soft smile, his idea of art was certainly strange with how he always prefers to blow up his gorgeous pieces as opposed to keeping them. But his passion and carefree attitude is what attracted her to him in the first place.
Pulling her sleeve over her hand, she used it to delicately wipe the bit of blood that bubbled in the cut on his face causing him to flinch, "Just...please be careful next time."
He blinked in surprise when he noticed the red that stained her white sleeve, "Oh, I didn't even notice. The explosion was too beautiful to stay far away, yeah." He chuckled, carelessly swiping his hand along the cut despite the sting that accompanied that action. "By the way, I made a present for you."
"Oh, will I be able to keep it without it exploding?" Hinata asked with amusement tinging her soft voice. He gave her a clay sculpture before for her birthday only for him to blow it up the next day.
"I promise not to blow it up, yeah." He declared with a playful smirk, laying a hand against his chest as a blue eye winked at her, gaining a light giggle from his blue haired girlfriend. His mischievous blue eyes eventually drifted to stare at something to the side as his smirk suddenly grew in volume, "But...I do have some extra explosives in my car.."
Hinata furrowed her brows in confusion before following his gaze to one of Sasori's many puppets, her eyes widened before she jumped in front of him with a shake of her head. Lavender eyes narrowed as she glared at him with a pout.
"I-I told you already that you're not allowed to touch the puppets, Dei." She scolded him with a disapproving look as her troublemaking boyfriend rolled his eyes at her words.
"C'mon, it's not like that old lady will notice one of these missing," He argued, throwing his arms in the air and making excited gestures, "Its meant to be blown up to reach its full potential, babe! I'll fully be able to appreciate these things once I can strap some bombs to them, yeah."
But Hinata stayed firm in her answer with a shake of her head, "No, Dei." Chiyo might not notice but Sasori definitely will notice a missing puppet and she doesn't want to risk hurting the ghost's feelings to see his hard work get destroyed.
The blonde let out a low growl and started a glaring contest with his timid girlfriend at her denying him his fun. They lasted for only a few moments before the Hyuuga's pink cheeks began to darken in embarrassment the longer this ridiculous stand off lasted, her lower lip jutting out further in an adorable pout that had her boyfriend's tan cheeks gaining color to them as he broke off the stare with a defeated sigh. He could feel the tiny victorious smile pressed against his chest when he tugged her in for a hug as he laid his cheek against the top of her head.
"You're lucky you're cute, yeah." He grumbled, nuzzling his cheek against the silky strands.
Hinata eventually pulled back from the embrace with a warm smile, "C'mon, dinner's ready." She turned around to walk away once he made a noise in agreement.
Smack!
The blue haired woman completely froze in place, body tensing up as her face flared up in embarrassment while her bottom stung from the hard slap unexpectedly delivered to it. Mortified lavender turned back to catch shocked blue eyes staring at her, "D-D-Deidara?"
The reality of what he did finally sunk in once the shell shocked man's eyes flitted from his girlfriend's flustered face to his traitor of a hand. He quickly straightened up with a red face and waved his hands around frantically, "It...it wasn't me, yeah! I swear I didn't do it!"
Her face told him that she wasn't convinced and how could he blame her? He was the only one around.
"Dei..."
"Babe...Hina, I seriously didn't do it! Yeah, you have a nice ass but I only slap it during sex!" He blurted out, attempting to explain his innocence which only seemed to further embarrass his poor girlfriend who lifted her hands to cover her red face at his blunt words. "'Cause, it's hard not to slap it when I'm going at it from the ba-"
"Deidara!" She exclaimed, still covering her face from his sight, only removing it when he finally shut up. She took a reassuring breath to calm down before talking again, "I-I don't mind if you did that...I just want to know why you're lying about it."
"Because..I didn't do it," The frowning blonde stared down at his hand with a troubled expression, opening and closing his hand experimentally, "Its almost like last time I was here and I kicked your leg."
Hinata tilted her head with a perplexed expression, "Yeah, you did say you didn't do it then too.."
His blue eyes narrowed, staring down at his arm and leg with a disturbed look - it was like staring at something completely foreign attached to his body, "Yeah. I just...lost control of them, it was like something else was moving my limbs."
He was brought out of his troubled state by the warm touch cupping his cheek and dragged his eyes up to see the concerned expression marring his girlfriend's face, "Maybe you should go get checked out by a doctor?" She suggested softly.
But he just shook his head stubbornly, "No." He smirked at her, completely enamored with her kind personality as his larger hand slipped over the smaller one on his cheek, he turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her palm. "I probably just need more sleep. I've been staying up late sculpting, yeah."
But Hinata was still worried as her brows furrowed together, "Dei.."
"Anyways," He interrupted her before she could try to convince him to go to the doctor and slid off his bag on his shoulder, unzipping it, he pulled out an extremely detailed clay sculpture of a bunny, "I stayed up all night working on this, yeah."
He presented it to her with a flirtatious wink, "A bunny for my bunny."
He smirked smugly when she marveled at his work, talking about placing it somewhere where she can always see it.
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Brown eyes piqued with interest as they observed the lone blue haired woman drag a brush through her still wet hair, they roamed over the skin that the nightgown exposed to his exploring gaze.
He let her change in private of course.
Just because he can, doesn't mean he'll take advantage of the opportunity to peep on his roommate.
But now that she's clothed, he's more then welcome to admire the quiet woman and the way the moonlight highlights her creamy skin and she looked more appealing as ever to him. Again, he reminded her of a porcelain doll and he wanted nothing more then to touch her just once; just feel the smooth flesh under his palm just once.
The image was broken once she set the brush on her nightstand and slipped beneath the covers of her bed.
"Going to bed so early?" Sasori asked, finally revealing himself to her after hiding away the whole night with the blonde nuisance hanging around.
"Hm?" She blinked tiredly at the redhead before sending him a lazy smile, "Hi Sasori. I've gotta go work early tomorrow so I decided to go sleep already."
He grunted, moving to lean against the wall next to her bed, "That boyfriend of yours didn't mess with my puppets, did he?"
"No, I made sure he didn't." She giggled, shifting on her side to face him, lavender eyes drifting to watch him curiously, "You know...it's fine for you to stick around when he's over, you don't always have to leave."
"I'd rather not." Sasori immediately declined with a shake of his head.
"But he's an artist like you." She tried.
"Doesn't mean I have to like him." He quickly declined with a snort.
"Hmm...where do you go anyways?"
"Around."
Such a vague answer, but she can tell from the way that he was avoiding her eyes that he wasn't planning on emphasizing and so decided not to push the subject.
It was silent for a moment as Hinata stared at the wall in thought until she finally turned her gaze back on him to see him already watching her, "Sasori."
"Hm."
"Did you use to stay up late working on your projects?" Hinata wondered if Deidara was currently still up and sculpting, seemingly forgetting that resting exists.
"Yeah." He answered simply.
It was easiest to work on his projects at night.
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"I have another present for you~" Deidara grinned once he slipped into the house. Hinata smiled fondly at the energetic blonde, shutting the door behind her before turning to see him heading to her kitchen.
Thud!
She was startled however when he suddenly changed directions and slammed the front of his legs into the coffee table. The artist dropped with a hiss, hands clenching his legs with a pained wince.
"Dei!" Hinata cried in worry, rushing over to his side to rub his throbbing areas with soothing caresses, "Are you okay? Why did you walk into the table? Did you not get enough sleep again?"
"Ugh, fuck, I guess so." He got out with a grunt, eyebrows still furrowed in frustration despite the comforting touches of his girlfriend. His blue eyes glared at his legs, "I just couldn't control my legs for some reason, it was like they were running on autopilot for a second there, yeah."
"We should go doctor."
He merely shook his head stubbornly, he'd rather not go doctor if he doesn't have too - the hospital is full of those asshole Uchihas working there, "I'm fine, yeah." He insisted, tugging his backpack from his shoulders and unzipping it, "Anyways, here babe."
Lavender eyes blinked in surprise when a bouquet of bright blue flowers were shoved in front of them.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he sent a wink once the Hyuuga started blushing at the sight, "You can press some of these into your book, yeah. Ino said that these were called...uh...shit, what was it?"
Hinata accepted the flowers, cradling them gently to her chest as she leaned forward to deliver a grateful kiss, "Forget-me-nots," She answered for him, touching one of the petals with a satisfied smile. It was always sweet of him to bring her flowers from his cousin's shop to help with her flower pressing collection when he can. "Thank you, Dei."
The content blonde reached forward to run his fingers through the long blue locks, "Welcome, hm...by the way," He reached into his bag again to lift up some clothes for her to see, smirking suggestively, "I finally have a chance to sleep over...I believe it's time we christen this new bed of yours, yeah."
The flowers were lifted to block his shy girlfriend's face from his sight as she nodded meekly in agreement.
Hopefully Sasori won't be around till very late that night.
xXx
Blue eyes blinked open blearily, his body was heavy and tired but the blonde forced himself to sit up. His heavy lidded eyes glanced at the glaring red numbers coming from the clock on the nightstand and realized it was three in the morning, he shivered slightly as the chill of the night air kissed his bare flesh. He glanced down at his hands, opening and closing them experimentally until a small shift at his side drew his attention.
They immediately landed on the small woman beside him, her nude form covered by the thin blanket over her. He was unable to stop himself from staring at the creamy skin of her back, moonlight highlighting the curvy figure to his eager gaze.
It didn't take long for him to lay back down, slipping beneath the blanket and scooting over until he was spooning his slumbering girlfriend. His arms wrapped securely around her waist, tugging her until her back was pressed fully to his front, sending a shiver down his spine as their bare skin pressed together. Hungry lips descended to the pale flesh of her shoulder, pressing soft kisses until the female was roused from her slumber.
She was instantly awakened once teeth latched around her shoulder, light enough to which it didn't hurt but hard enough to wake her until she was aware enough to his presence.
"Dei?" She mumbled with a voice raspy from a mixture of their earlier activities and from sleep. She released a whimper when he nipped at a sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, "W-what are you doing awake?"
"Hinata," He breathed heatedly in her ear and thats when she was suddenly aware to something hard and hot slipping between her thighs, rubbing lazily against her lower lips, "Can I?"
A gasp was ripped from her when the head bumped into the sensitive bundle of nerves and felt herself getting aroused despite her exhaustion, the clear liquid lubricating his hardness as he continued with his lazy movements behind her, "You're...you're not tired from earlier?"
"I don't think you realize how bad I want you right now." He growled with a husky voice, arms tightening around her waist, tongue licking along the shell of her ear as one of his hands trailed up to cup a breast, squeezing the globe of flesh greedily as he continued his languid movements, wanting nothing more then to dive inside her. "So...can I?"
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when she bucked her hips forward, sliding deliciously along the length trapped between her soft thighs, "O-okay...but I'm too tired to go on top.."
"That's fine by me." Was all he said before his member was sheathed in her heat within seconds, pressing as deep as he can. They both released a moan as he took a second to get adjusted to the addictive heat wrapped around his invading cock.
"Fuck.." He groaned out, removing his hand from her breast to grip one of her thighs, lifting it and giving him easier access to move within her. His other arm restrained her and kept her from rolling her hips too much as he quickly built up a rhythm, completely ignoring his tired body that demanded sleep to slam into the female hard and fast, slow pace be damned.
"Hina," He whispered, pressing his lips to her pink cheek, breaths coming out ragged and hot until she finally turned her head towards him, allowing him to engulf her mouth with a hunger she's never felt from him before. His tongue dove in boldly, sliding over her own that had a hard time keeping up with his that overpowered hers quickly, eagerly swallowing every sound that slipped out.
His fingers had her thigh in a vice grip as his pace only picked up in speed, cock sliding out only to swiftly return back into her welcoming heat. The friction of his shaft against her milky walls driving him insane with lust as he devoured her mouth.
It wasn't long until the blonde was pushing her till she laid flat on her stomach, too exhausted to get up on her hands and knees - not that he minded as their lips parted to breath. Hinata panted into the pillow, fingers fisting the soft material as the male settled over the back of her thighs. His hands rubbed her round cheeks, admiring the smooth skin, before squeezing and parting her cheeks until he was able to press the tip of his length to her entrance.
Her sounds of pleasure was smothered by the pillow when he slipped back inside, the new position feeling tighter and allowing his tip to hit a spot inside her that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head in mind blowing pleasure as he continuously hit that same spot over and over unmercifully. He hunched over her, teeth latching around one of her shoulder blades as he groaned deep in his throat at the tight heat surrounding him in this position, squeezing him hard everytime he pulled back as if to drag him back in.
He didn't lose a beat, pounding hard into his girlfriend as he straightened up and reached around until he cupped her chin, dragging her head up until he was able to lean over her with his tall frame, pressing his lips to the side of her glazed over eye, unable to reach her parted lips from this position as his other hand held down her side, keeping her pressed into the mattress while he thrusted into her frantically.
It wasn't long until Hinata was quivering in his hold, a soft cry escaping her lips as her walls tightened around his pulsating cock, squeezing and massaging him until he finally pressed deep in her with a groan. Hot liquid filled her and Hinata was relieved that she was on birth control.
His hold slackened on her chin, allowing her to drop her head into her pillow, gasping for much needed breath.
Her eyes shot open, however, when she felt him harden inside her again, "W-what...D-D-Dei?" He wanted to go again?! Wasn't he tired at all?
"I want to keep feeling you." He groaned, snapping his hips forward and gaining a gasp from the female, "I want to keep touching you."
She's never seen Deidara so sexually excited before.
Man, she was gonna be exhausted in the morning.
xXx
"Ugh, shut up. You annoying fuck."
Hinata's brows furrowed in confusion at the words, hazy lavender eyes blinking open to see the bare back of her boyfriend at the edge of the bed. He was hunched over and she could see his fingers digging into his scalp as he mumbled to himself.
"Dei?" Her sleepy voice reached him, causing him to stiffen up before she saw a blue eye glancing at her from over his shoulder. Frowning, she sat up with some difficulty after their activities from the early morning, "Are you okay?"
A frown tugged at her lips when he sent her a small smile, "Yeah, I just have a headache. It's like someone is screaming in my head."
"You want some aspirin?" She asked, even when she was already getting up to fetch the medicine. She slipped on his shirt that was discarded on the floor for some modesty.
He nodded, eyes instantly lowering to her exposed legs. He could feel heat pool again in his abdomen and wanted nothing more then to drag her back into bed again but thought it best to let her rest with how much he took her already.
It didn't take her long to come back with a glass of water and a couple pills. She placed the items in his hands, though he paid them no mind, instead choosing to stare at her with an unreadable expression.
She shifted a bit uncomfortably at his intense stare, Deidara is not usually one to go this long without grinning or smirking atleast once, it was almost strange to see him with such a serious expression, "...Are you sure, you're okay?"
He nodded, casually disregarding her inquiry as his blue eyes roamed along her features as if in a trance. Placing the glass of water down on the nightstand, he reached up to cup her cheek, thumb caressing the warm flesh, "You're beautiful, you know that, right?"
Her cheeks darkened at his words, eyes shyly avoiding his as her thumbs fiddled together nervously, "T-thank you, Dei."
His thumb ghosted along the skin under her eye, "Why don't you get some more sleep? You must be tired, plus, I don't want any dark circles ruining your skin."
She would've argued with him about not wanting to go back sleep but merely nodded her head once she realized how exhausted she was with how much times he had her. He was insatiable this morning.
xXx
The next time she woke up, it was almost eight at night. She shot up from bed, shaking her head in disbelief.
She can't believe she slept so long!
The bed was empty besides her.
Why didn't Deidara wake her up?
The sound of what seemed like scissors snipping drew her attention as she slid out of bed, grateful for Deidara's shirt being long enough to cover her, she hurried out of her room. Only to stop in her tracks after almost stepping on a pile of rubble on the ground in the hallway.
Lowering down to a crouch, she gasped incredulously when she realized that it was the clay bunny that Deidara gave her as a gift. He couldn't have destroyed it, could he?
But it was in her room and now it's shattered out in the hall so it's not like it could have just fallen on the ground and broke. Someone deliberately took it out and destroyed it.
Standing up with a frown, she hopped over the clay pieces and hurried to the kitchen where she could hear the snipping coming from. She wanted an explanation for why he would wreck something he made for her.
However, she froze once she reached the entrance to her kitchen. Eyes widening at the sight of her boyfriend cutting off the last of his long blonde hair and discarding the strands in the trash, the only thing he kept was his long bang that covered his left eye.
"Finally. I was sick of that idiot's long hair." He sighed, looking down at a random guy tied and gagged struggling on the floor, "It looks better like this, no? Maybe Hinata will like it."
It was only when the blonde haired imposter grabbed his victim and began to drag him towards a door that was hidden beneath the couch that came with the house that Hinata finally found her voice, "S...Sasori?" Only him would call Deidara an idiot and it would make sense why the bunny was shattered. And now he chopped off the hair that Deidara loved so much.
He froze, turning back to look at her in shock at the sound of his name before relaxing as a small smile pulled along his lips, "So, you know it's me." He chuckled casually, hand still holding a tight grip to the man who was now looking at her pleadingly, "Glad to know I don't have to worry about you mistaking me for that idiot."
Hinata was on the verge of hyperventilating as she took a shaky step back, her mom always told her that ghosts were harmless - she never once said anything about them being able to possess someone. "What...what did you do to Deidara?"
The blue eyes that didn't belong to him narrowed, "Oh, he's here, alright." He rapped his knuckles against the side of his head, "He hasn't shut the fuck up since I've been able to fully take control. Feels like my head's about to fucking split from his fucking voice...but hopefully he'll disappear in time the longer I keep this body."
"S-Sasori...please...get out of Deidara's body," Hinata pleaded, trembling legs shuffling closer to them. Hoping that she could convince him to leave her boyfriend's body, all this time that she got to know him; she never thought he would be able to do something like this. Or that he would ever kidnap somebody, "And what are you doing with that man? L-let him go!"
But the blonde artist merely shook his head, easily tossing the man down the stairs leading to the hidden room, "He's part of my new project."
She shivered at his vague words, wanting to run down to go help the man but she wouldn't get far with Sasori blocking the entrance like that, "P-project?"
"How do you think I get my puppets to look so realistic?" The sinister grin along her blonde boyfriend's face didn't suit him at all and only served to terrify her, "It's best to work with fresh subjects, I can save their beauty for eternity this way."
She can't believe that she never realized how insane this man really was as she grabbed the vase full of Forget-me-nots and tossed them at the intruder. She took the moment that he had to shield himself to run past to the front door. If she can get far enough away then she could call the police before that poor man gets killed for the madman's art project.
She had just reached the front door when a hand clamped around her upper arm in a vice grip, pulling her back and she immediately threw her free arm back to elbow him in the gut. He grunted in pain but fought through it as he wrapped a strong arm around her, pinning her arms to her side and trapping her against his body as his free hand dug into his pocket.
He had to give her credit, she struggled hard, even slamming a foot down ontop of his causing him to wince but with the type of work he did while he was alive, he knew how to bear through the pain that comes with dealing with unwilling participants to his art. He fished out a syringe and bit the cap of the needle, spitting it out to the side, "You'd be surprised at the amount of things I still have hiding around." He chuckled, ignoring the pained cry when he pierced her neck with the needle.
The drug worked fast in her system and he soon felt her struggles die down as she went slack in his arms.
He turned her in his arms, holding her to him as a hand moved to cup her chin, dragging her drowsy face up to his. Glassy eyes focused on nothing in particular as he smiled at her.
"Give it some time, you'll come to enjoy my work. Appreciate it. Maybe you can even help me."
His thumb caressed her bottom lip, admiring her sleepy features, "You'll be my perfect doll."
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Not sure what'll be next, it's either gonna be SasuHina, SaiHina or SuiHina.