A/N: Ekkk! Sorry for this!!!! But just... Wow! I am amazed at how far this book has gotten in, what, a month? 3k view may not seem like much, but it's a lot to me, the most I've ever gotten actually but I really can't thank you enough, to everyone who has commented, voted, and read this far. I love all of you, even the ghosties but an update on the one shot book, I'll be starting that very soon, feel free to drop a request, even just a character name is good and I have just finished watching death note, so perhaps a death note boyfriend scenario book will follow soon? Maybe... Any who! On to the scenario promised!!!!! P.S. Author-chan loves you all!

Errrr DISCLAIMER! this gets a bit perverted. I didn't mean it to be, but uh... You know fangirls...? (Is that an acceptable excuse? Or am I just a pervert?) So uhm... It gets a little sexual... Especially in Hidan's, which I just wrote... Oops... Well, I better carry on now... Kakuzu!

Kisame:

"Perfect!" You sigh breathlessly, wafting your hair away from your face. You look at the cookies on a plate, hands on hips, with a proud look. The cute little fish shaped cookies would be gone in minutes if you left the cooling rack there, so you moved it to the counter where the skin was, so it was in view while you washed up. While washing an extra large spoon, a hand made a grab towards the cookies, to which you brought the spoon down upon them; swiftly.

"Hidan, no! They're Kisame!" You scolded the Jashinist.

"F*****G fine!!" He hissed and marched away, cookie-less. No more than ten seconds later, another hand reached for them. You brought the spoon down upon them too, inflicting your wrath, having ignored the signature blueness of said hand.

"Yow!! I thought you said they were for me?" Kisame said with a pouty tone.

"Oh? Kisame? Yes, they're for you, uh, go ahead." You said, a little flustered, at his sudden arrival. You grabbed a cloth and began to dry the various things you had used to make the cookies, including a chainsaw and blowtorch. The loud crunches, gulps, contented sighs and sounds of more cookies being snatched from the plate were all you needed to know; you did good.

"Aren't you gonna try one, (Y/N)?" You were drying the spoon.

"I have to finish cleaning first." You were so distracted you didn't hear Kisame come up behind you until his chest was against your back. His cool fingers slipped the spoon from your hand and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He turned your head to the side so he could press another kiss: to your lips this time. Then, you suddenly remember the spoon, and realised you didn't have it anymore. Huh? Where did it go? Did I drop it? And that's when you felt a thwack on your behind.

"Kisame!"

Itachi:

You felt like you should do something you knew Itachi would like. You knew he could easily appreciate good art, so you decided to make some yourself. Although, you downright refused advice from Sasori and Deidara. You had been sat at the art easel for Jashin-knows how long, by now, and you were almost finished. You just had a little bit more to do and you were mixing the perfect colour when you felt a familiar, safe presence behind you.

"Hello, Itachi." You greeted formally.

"(Y/N)." He murmured a curt greeting, although it was more like a simple acknowledgement.

"Do ya like my painting, 'tachi?" You asked in a much more casual tone.

"I do," his voice was still no more than a murmur and he was up close, leaning over your shoulder now to get a better look, now. It was a very picturesque scene. A river, cherry blossom trees, a sunset. You just had to add the black silhouette of a boy and a girl, just as you planned, and were mixing the perfect deep red to match the sunset theme. "And who would this be for?" He whispered into your ear in a low tone.

"You, 'tachi." You breathed. Soft kisses trailed up and down your neck and jaw line and you tried to keep composed and finish the painting. By the time you did, Itachi had pulled away and was looking at the painting. You hadn't realised it, but the boy and girl looked exactly like you and Itachi.

"Perfect." He whispered, pressing another kiss to your neck~.

Hidan:

Hidan was always complaining about something. Always. His latest complaint was that his Scythe had too many blood stains and he couldn't get them off. Although, you don't think he even tried, you were willing to go extreme lengths to make him happy, even cleaning. So that's what you did. You had spread plastic sheets across the floor, put on some old clothing and had a huge bucket of soapy, bubbly water, provided by leader-sama. The scythe in question was caked in blood and leaning menacingly against the small side table, which too, had been covered by a plastic sheet. You dove into the bucket and pulled out a sponge, glaring the scythe down.

"Come here you F*****R." You muttered, moving towards the scythe. You were part way through the cleaning process, and were leaning down to dunk the sponge in the bucket, while still holding the scythe, so you were partly pressed up against it. And that's the position in which you heard a door swing open and closed behind you. A moment or so later, hands landed on your waist and a pair of hips pressed into your behind. You dropped the sponge and straightened up, looking over your shoulder to see Hidan with that damn smirk of his. You pulled out of his grip by a few steps.

"Hey! I was enjoying th-" he stopped dead when you pressed yourself up against the scythe, which was still wet. You swayed slightly, making yourself rub up against it, to tease him. Your now wet clothes were helping. Only then did he realise that you had cleaned his Scythe.

"Oh sweet. You cleaned my scythe, thanks babe," he pressed a rare affectionate kiss to your cheek, before a more heated one landed on your lips. "but for now, we'd better get you out of these wet clothes~"

Kakuzu:

Kakuzu was especially busy today, that much was clear. So you came up with an idea, a sure fire way to make him a bit more cheerful, even though 'cheerful' wasn't really 'his thing'. You counted all of the money recently brought in, making it into bundles. With these bundles, you covered every inch of the floor, and scattered loose notes over the bed until it was completely covered.

"Mmmmm..." There was a murmur from the doorway. Kakuzu, of course. "You did this?" Eyebrow raise.

"Yup!" You clasped your hands behind your back and rocked back and forth on your feet. Something glittered in his eyes.

"That was very sweet of you, (Y/N)." You blush a little as he comes towards you and his arms slip around your waist. You pull his mask down and peck him on the lips. At least, you were going to, but a hand secured your lips to his by holding the back of your head. You weren't aware how happy Kakuzu became until you both fell back onto the bed, making many notes flutter all around. Kakuzu let out a deep laugh and looked down at you. By the way his mask lifted on one side, you could tell he was smirking at you, like lion looking at a lamb. But after all, the lion fell in love with the lamb. (A/N: getting a serious case of feels here... tbh I don't even like twilight, I just think that's a pretty quote).

Deidara:

Dei seemed a little down to you, when he woke up. So you kept nagging him until you finally managed to get him to go back to sleep. After whizzing around like a whirlwind doing your chores, you went to pain's office and collected Dei's list if chores. He had a lot more to do than you did. Seeing an opportunity arise to do something nice, you threw yourself into the tasks.

Breathing heavily, you finally entered yours and Deidara's room. He was sat worriedly on the bed.

"(Y/N), un!" Deidara exclaimed as soon as you got through the door. In fact, you barely got through the door. "What on earth have you been doing?!"

"Your chores." You smiled sweetly at him, but he still looked worried, moving towards you.

"That's really sweet of you, yeah. But just don't do it again." He wrapped you in a hug and spoke in soft, sultry, alluring tones. His nose nuzzled around your neck and nudged along your jaw line before he planted a soft kiss against the bare skin of your neck, moving towards your lips.

"I've missed you, yeah~"

Sasori:

"Sasori-danna...?" You called out from behind him in a shy tone. You had made little wooden figurines of yourself and Sasori, with full working joints, and little sewn clothes. They were sat on a little wooden chair you had fashioned from a cube of wood. Currently the dolls were sharing the chair that you held protectively behind your back.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" He spun on the Spinny chair to look at you and give you his full attention. You weren't a demanding person, so he would give you full attention whenever you wanted it, due to your normal shyness. "What do you have there?" He asked, leaning to try and see whatever it might be.

"W-well, I made these..." You shyly presented him the figurines in the chair. You so desperately wanted him to like them. He stood and took them from you. He picked up the wooden him and smiled a little. Then he looked at the wooden you and sighed dreamily, probing the doll, discovering the moving joints. He set the chair on the desk and sat the little him on it. He sat your figurine on his' lap facing him. You were confused until he pressed their little wooden lips together. He took your hand moving towards his own chair, taking a seat and pulling you over him.

"They're very well made, (Y/N)." He glanced over at the little figures before returning his gaze to you and with a smirk, he connected your lips.