#I am normal about Hidan | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vulpisnocturna · 9 months

Text

There was only one bed - Horny Akatsuki Edition

request by @takhidk 🤍

SOFT NSFW

Deidara:

-is completely speechless when he finds out there is only one bed at the inn during your mission together

-acts cocky though, telling you not to make a move on him

-he’s the first one to make a move, saying the bed is too small (he is literally 5’5” lmao) as he scoots closer to you

-you tease him about it and he tells you to shut up, his cheeks red

-he’s never had sex before but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with his enthusiasm

-you have to tell him that his hands are a gift, and how to use them, but he’s very happy to comply

-‘wouldn’t it be better to make the bed explode when I make you cum, hm?’ he asks, and you look at him, eyes wide

-‘no, Deidara. Unless you want this to never happen again’

-‘fine’

Obito:

-can’t believe himself. He hasn’t slept in the same bed with anyone ever

-decides to play dumb with his Tobi persona, hugging you like a pillow

-in reality, bro is dying to have you close to him

-after a while, though, he gets quite worked up, and decides he’ll have his fun with you. He can tell you want him by the way you casually move your ass against him, as if he couldn’t notice

-he blindfolds you and takes off his mask, starting to kiss your neck, letting his voice drop to his normal tone

-‘you know what happens to little things like you who poke the rattlesnake, right?’

Hidan:

-As soon as he sees there’s only one bed, he’s all for it

-‘I bet you asked for one bed, huh? Guess I’m just irresistible’ he grins cockily

-‘Yeah, right’ you say, rolling your eyes, though you have to admit he is hot.

-‘Let’s fuck’ he says, as forward as always. You stare at him, swallowing painfully

-When you hesitate, Hidan practically throws you on the bed, ripping the cloak off of you and licking your exposed chest

-‘Come on, sweetheart. Let’s have some fun, you and I’ he says, pulling your shirt up and starting to suck on your nipples, a bit too rough, but the pain soon mixes with the pleasure

Itachi:

-blinks and stands in the doorway, looking at the double bed. ‘There must have been a misunderstanding. I will solve it, don’t worry’ he says, disappearing towards the reception. You kind of hope they won’t have any other rooms, although the idea of sleeping with Itachi is both hot and terrifying

-when he comes back, he does not look too happy

-‘I am deeply sorry about this. They do not have any other rooms. I will sleep on the chair’ he says, removing his cloak as he goes in. You do the same, and you don’t fail to catch his eyes on you for a split second. As you get into bed, you stare at him, sucking in your lips

-‘Sleep on the bed, Itachi’ you say after a while. He looks at you, his throat bobbing before he slowly gets up and crawls under the blanket, staring at you. He wants to touch you, but it would be inappropriate. He can’t get himself to move. And yet, when you move closer to him and push your ass against him, he can’t contain himself and wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer

-‘Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. Let me indulge you, then’ he says, his hand slipping under your shorts as he starts to kiss your neck languidly

Pain:

-Is quite pissed off that he was not given two rooms, but when he looks at you, he can’t help but think this must have been fate

-and after all, he hasn’t had that chance in so long

-he saw the way you looked at him, with a blush on your cheeks and suggestive eyes

-‘lie down’ he says, tone authoritative, ‘and take off your clothes’

-you can’t believe your ears. Though when Pain gives you a meaningful look, you quickly do as he says, though you’re blushing and trembling with anticipation

-‘let’s make the most of this unfortunate situation, shall we?’ he says, running his hands on your thighs, splaying them open for him and staring at you with those hypnotic eyes

Kakuzu:

-is fuming at first. No one can mock him like this

-after that, though, he’s quite pleased with himself

-‘Less money to pay like this. We will do this from now on’

-‘Uhm… Kakuzu? Where are you going to sleep?’

-‘On the bed. I am going to get my money’s worth, brat’ he says, removing his headband and mask. You look at him, suddenly hyperaware. He’s… good-looking. For a 90-year old guy, he’s handsome

-when you shift slightly to find a comfortable position on the mattress, black tendrils catch your wrists and you find yourself tied up

-‘You’re a handful. Do not move’ he says, hovering above you. You think he’s going to knock you out cold, but instead, he positions himself between your legs

-‘I don’t want to hear a sound. Or else’

Kisame:

-laughs it off when you’re embarrassed that there’s only one bed

-‘I suppose there’s nothing to be done. Might as well get comfortable’ he says, taking off his cloak and his shirt. You stare at him, your lips parting at the muscles on his body

-‘It’s not a shop window. You can look and touch, if you want’ he says with a sharp grin

-You blush, nevertheless getting closer to him, until your hand is resting on his chest

-His large hands easily lift you up from your waist as he holds you against him until you have to wrap your legs around his hips

-‘I didn’t even need the bed, but since we’re here…’ he says, lowering you on the mattress and grinning as he unfastens your cloak

Sasori:

-‘I don’t need to sleep anyway’ he says, sitting at the desk and turning the lamp on as he starts tinkering with one of his puppets

-You frown, lying down on the bed. The noise of screwdrivers and nails clattering on the desk is pissing you off, and you decide to see if he really is a puppet who doesn’t feel anything at all

-you move your hand between your legs, underneath your underwear

-‘what are you doing?’ he asks, voice smooth, but he doesn’t turn around

-‘nothing’ you say, smirking slightly and gasping softly as you start to touch yourself on the bed.

-‘rude’ he says, and when you try to move, your hands are frozen. When you look at him, there are chakra strings connecting his hands to yours

-‘I suppose I can play with you instead of my puppets tonight’

Konan:

-Blushes when she sees that there’s only one bed and asks you if you want her to look for a different inn

-you tentatively tell her it’s okay

-when you two get into bed, you keep glancing at each other, and you keep looking at that piercing underneath her lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss her and feel it against your lips

-when she moves, you’re frozen in place

-her lips are soft and you do feel the coldness of the metal on your bottom lip, but it’s quite a nice feeling

-Konan gets on top of you, continuing to make out with you, neither of you saying anything as you start to undress each other

-literally the most normal experience you’re gonna get in the Akatsuki, and she’s stunning too! Go you

Zetsu:

-watches you sleep like a creep

-sorry, I got nothing on this “guy”

#writing #naruto #akatsuki imagines #akatsuki #akatsuki smut #akatsuki headcanons #itachi uchiha #itachi smut #uchiha obito #obito smut #pain naruto #nagato #hidan smut #kakuzu #zetsu #kisame hoshigaki #sasori #deidara #konan naruto

635 notes · View notes

dolliestfairy · 9 months

Text

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cant Stop Thinking...

Tw : Noncon, Bullying, Yandere Themes, use the word 'fat', Dark themes, Male masturbations, Dacryphilia, Virginity-take, mentions of blood, force-realtionship, Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

💭🥛🍓 cant stop thinking about men who loves to bully you. men who said to his other friends that you're nothing but a bunny who fawnings all over him, saying that you're pathetic and fat. men who acts disgusted around you, when the reality is -- he was more than ready to sacrifice his own friends, if its enough for him just so he can see your chubby cheeks lifted into a smile. men who jerks off the thoughts about you. feeling pathetic with his own self because he should be just pinned you beneath him and fucked you to death! men who really wants to ruin that bright smile of yours. he should be the one who deserve to seeing it, not them!. men who pathetically hiding his jealousy when he sees you talk to your other friends, and showing your bright smile at them. men who cant hold it anymore, as he placed his hands over your mouth just so you cant scream. while his other hands grabbing both of your chubby hands and hold you within it. while his cock pounding your back, shushing your muffled screams and cry, and oh.. if only he can be honest, he must say you looked so pretty with tears rolling down into your cheeks. and he also enjoy the sight of your bloodied pussy. guess he's your first isnt it? men who force you to accept him as your new boyfriend. you dont need anyone else darling, just come to his lap and tell him what you want, he would gave it to you within minutes! although he wont gave you a freedom. besides, he's your first one isnt it? so he should be the one who deserve to claim you as his. its just a matter of time before he finally tried to court you into his wife, i hope you're ready to kiss goodbye at your normal life style because later on, you wont be seeing anyone else besides him, Ever Again.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ The Men that i'm Talking about Are ;

Sasori, TSUKISHIMA KEI, Sasuke, SCARAMOUCHE, Childe, Kyoutani, Kuroo Tetsuro, MIYA TWINS, ALEC, Naoya Zenin, Toji Fushiguro, Sanzu, HAITANI TWINS, Douma, Sanemi, ITOSHI BROTHERS, Sukuna, Eren, Hidan, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Suna rintaro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Did i forget anyone? Insert your favs!

I cant believe i just write this -- i am going to hell...

493 notes · View notes

fg083 · 1 year

Text

day 6 SUGAR DADDY 🍫

Okay normally I am not the biggest fan of sugar daddy stuff but something about kakuzu being extremely stingy with money and still hidan managing to make kakuzu pay for him everywhere is really funny to me.

#kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #akatsuki #naruto #my art #suggestive

454 notes · View notes

raikirikiri · 6 days

Text

missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

———

AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

24 notes · View notes

mixelation · 1 year

Note

In your last ask about Tori being reborn into Naruto, one of the tags mentions the akatsuki being reborn? Do you mind going into that? As in the akatsuki being reborn into different villages after they die?

no, the premise is more like a time travel fic where the time travelers end up in their younger bodies. so the akatsuki are still themselves but now they have.... Future Knowledge(tm). i've been going back and forth a lot on how this would change their decision making processes because obviously some of them could have huge effects on the canon plot. kakuzu, for example, is old enough he could probably prevent any ninja village from being founded in he played his cards right.

some ideas:

i am intrigued by the idea of kakuzu killing hashirama and preventing konoha from ever happening, but also this isn't the story to explore that. instead he decides to fuck off and be a missing-nin earlier, because he doesn't want to fuck with his village any more than he has to

hidan makes zero changes to his life. good job, hidan

sasori still makes himself a puppet, but maybe does it when he's older? like i feel like when i was 16 i was like "yeah, being a teenager forever is a good idea" but as an adult i'm like "but sasori would be so hot if he actually looked 35?" also he might get taller. so i think with the wisdom of age he might wait a bit. i also feel like he might have the motivation/ability to interfere in how the war that killed his parents went (i think it was the second one?) but that's another moving piece i'm still rotating

i haven't decided how this is going to play out in plasticity, but for this AU let's say konan and pein understand zetsu/obito's roles in ruining the world. they preemptively murder obito, oops. depending on how they do this (and how aware minato is of how obito died), it means ame's relationship with konoha could look REAL different. also not 100% sure what i want to do with yahiko/ame in general. still rotating this part

konan and pein's intervention does mean minato & kushina are still alive and kicking. itachi is confused but he's going with this. danzo's still a slimeball but the massacre isn't really on the table anymore. i'm also leaning towards a scenario where itachi is really, really bad at pretending to be A Normal Child and ends up in ANBU even earlier and is confused about why he's unhappy with this

without obito around to brainwash the mizukage, kiri is more stable and kisame is just chugging along there (although he's firmer about turning down some missions--- and good enough no one can really argue with him)

Deidara's origin story in Plasticity is that his family is just some farmers with proto-mouth hands and Iwa is paying them to churn out a bunch of children to see if they can make a new bloodline limit. Some of the gamete donors are likely ninja, but Deidara was born on a farm and not slorped up into the Iwa system never to see his family again until he was Academy age. Post time travel, Deidara remembers family never paid much attention to him, and he has no reason to want to go back to Iwa, so he just runs away at like age 5

The crux of all this is that none of them actually knows the entire akatsuki has time traveled. Like Nagato and Konan obviously know the other one time traveled and everyone is aware this timeline is Different, but it hasn't occurred to anyone to seek out other members and they don't bump into each other organically because they're all in very different parts of the world. Since she's the main character, obviously Tori gets to the catalyst for people running into each and pointing like the spiderman meme

Since Tori doesn't HAVE a family in Ninjaland to be reborn into, she's brought up as an orphan in a ninja clan that unaffiliated with any village. I just like the idea that there's still some of these kicking around. Since she's not a real part of the family, she gets treated like shit and doesn't really get formal ninja training. B U T the family heads are entering Cahoots with Orochimaru and he's like: what's this? Spare orphans???

Orochimaru obviously eventually completely fucks over the family (maybe they have some interesting kekkai genkai/jutsu he just runs off with while their home burns), but Tori knows exactly what to say and how to act to get into his good graces. But ALSO she's acutely aware she's playing a very dangerous game and abandons ship a few years later, preferably in a very dramatic way where she screws over Orochimaru as much as she can.

(Revenge? She's not worried about that. This is only endearing herself to him.)

I'm going back and forth on what her ~abilities~ are, but I want to keep that she has no elemental affinity. I also can't see her as someone whose gut reaction to a situation would be "I can fight my way out of this" even if she's technically been trained to be competent at it. What she DOES have is a new and creative ways to push the field of fuinjutsu forward. Also toyed around with the idea of misappropriating medical jutsu to fuck shit up? she is not a taijutsu specialist but you should not fight her hand-to-hand, oops

(also, yes, she can throw knives now)

Tori is right between Deidara and Itachi in age so I was thinking while she's wandering around as a 12 year old feral ninja or whatever she is, she somehow runs into Deidara? And then something goes EXTREMELY WEIRD and they both end up in Konoha. This Deidara is technically affiliated with Iwa, but he was never one of them and he's obviously a genius, so I think most of Konha leadership would be like :EYES EMOJI: at him? Tori was affiliated with Konoha's scariest missing-nin, so.... that's suspicious, but also something something she's deidara one friend and that kid needs someone else's braincell.

so, my EXTREMELY convoluted and cracktastic take was then: Minato needs to do something super sneaky at a Chunin Exam for some reason. He wants to send in a fake genin team as entrants, but he'd prefer to use younger shinobi so there's less suspicion. Kushina has been bugging him for a genin team for years. He gives her the extra super special DISASTER team of Itachi, Deidara and Tori*

*tbh i don't super like kushina but i like the idea of her as tori's mentor. their personalities are VERY different but i think kushina would ave a lot of sympathy for a young girl trying to settle into a foreign village, oh and also do you want to do something wild with yogurt

#fic: plasticity #tori isn't like a genius at taijutsu or chakra so she seems like an extremely average genin #until suddenly she isn't :)#reborn au

110 notes · View notes

ladykissingfish · 9 months

Text

Deidara: *walks into Sasori’s lab*

Deidara: Okay, Danna. That’s it. Put down that puppet, go take a shower, and put on “normal” clothes, hm. You’re taking me out tonight.

Sasori: … why?

Deidara: Because since you became my boyfriend, you’ve gotten really lazy with this relationship. You don’t make any kind of effort and you only spend time with me when it’s convenient for you, hm. Well, not anymore. Things will change or I’m leaving you. Understood?

Sasori: Dear, I feel like you’re exaggerating. I —

Deidara: No, no; this is not up for debate. I follow your lead all the time, but it’s my way or nothing at all with this. I deserve more of your time and attention, and dammit, that’s exactly what I’m going to get! Now, again; am I understood?

Sasori:

Sasori: I understand. *stands and pulls out his desk chair* I — I’m going to take a shower. Please sit here and wait for me. Is t-there any particular color you want me to put on?

Deidara: Dark green.

Sasori: Dark green. Understood. *kisses Deidara’s cheek* I’ll be ready in about twenty minutes.

Sasori: *hurries out of room*

Hidan, passing by: Holy shit, that was amazing, blondie! You just walked in here and laid down the law and got what you wanted!

Deidara, grinning: That WAS pretty impressive, wasn’t it?

Hidan: Fuck yeah it was! I saw puppet-dick’s face when he walked out and he was completely shocked. You can probably get him to take you anywhere you want! So where ya going?

Deidara: Honestly I have no clue. Hell I didn’t think I would get this far … ooh what if I said something completely ridiculous, like, the moon? And made a REALLY big deal about it, and cried and everything? He’d probably be out in the yard trying to build a rocket ship, hm!

Hidan: That is a petty and evil thing to do.

Hidan: And this is 100% why we’re best friends.

#sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #hidan #the akatsuki #honeymoon phase but more unhinged #❤️💛#brotp #hidan x deidara #🤍💛

57 notes · View notes

wooobuddyletsgetnasty · 2 years

Text

naruto characters that would manhandle you w/o a second thought— pt 2

kekekeke so sorry (no i am not)

⚠️: consensual manhandling, reader gets rag-dolled, slapping, reader gets tugged around by the hair, use of mean names, spitting, all these men have hands and you are welcome to them if you really wanna try it

ft: sasuke uchiha, shikaku nara, and hidan

S.U:

~bro don’t even play w/ me

~you know the mfer has hands

~he knows you know he has hands, but you still out here running your mouth tho???

~you’ll have to excuse him if he is a little heavy handed when he slaps you in the mouth for sayin sumthin’ smart— you always look so shocked afterwards even though you asked for him to do it

~now you out here looking at him while your teeth rattling in your skull like ‘maybe one more please’

~he isn’t gonna deny you— the thought of you not being spry enough to catch the hand flying right at your face gets his rocks off man (he also like the little gasp you make when he taps you in the cheek when you get distracted— an the noise you make when he hauls off and slaps you in the coochie wheeeewww)

~bro he will tug you around by your bicep an it’s just you tripping over your feet to catch up to him while he’s hissing about you needing to learn your place

~slap me in the tit i double dare you

example:

he’s normally so composed— the years of traveling making him master patience in a way that is utterly impressive, but you won’t lie—your favorite pastime is watching that composure slip away.

you’re watching the clench of his fist, eyebrow raising in the way you know sasuke finds fucking vexing. there’s a moment of silence that passes slowly, and for a second you think you’ve actually managed to get away with what you said.

the second passes quickly, his hand moving quick enough you barely have time to brace yourself— and your ears ring, mouth parting in a whine that lights something in sasuke’s stomach. you don’t waver when his hand moves again, this time to soothe the blooming red on the chub of your cheek— you relax into the touch, mouth parting in a sweet noise that gets stuck in your throat when his grip tightens, fingers digging into the blooming color on your face.

“thought you’d know better by now,” a pause, his fingers tightening against your chin, heavy gaze surveying the imprint of his hand against your cheek, before leveling with you, a hunger in his gaze that makes your heart drop to between your thighs, a chord of need thrumming deep, “guess i was wrong, huh?”

S.N:

~sir???

~punch me into another universe???

~bro you know peepaw has hands and he will use them on you if you ask nicely

~you cannot tell me this man would not punch you in the face if you asked for it with a cute little ‘please’ at the end— he is so soft for you

~he doesn’t like to mess up your pretty face though— his favorite is to tug you around by your hair

~don’t worry if your hair isn’t long enough— shikaku will just put his big ass palm on your nape and with enough force— you’ll be moving wherever he wants in no time

~it is so uncomfortable when he does it, but you can’t say you don’t like it— because why would you tell him,‘ ‘s okay, commander— i’ll be good— ‘m good,’ if you didn’t want him to slap you around a little???

~bro you call him commander while he’s muscling you around an he’ll do whatever you want (whatever you want mama)

example:

your lips curled into a snarl, body language challenging him in every way— no matter how much the nerves pooling in your tummy made you quiver under his sharp gaze.

he was losing patience quick— and part of you hopes that this will push him over the edge; your lips pull into a smug grin, body weight shifting on your feet in a way that screams ‘make me.’

when you speak, you use the tone that tics away every shred of shikaku’s self control, “what’s the matter, commander? feeling slow today?” he shifts his weight, matching your smug look— and before you know it, his hand is tangled at your nape, the pain that blooms hot in the base of your skull mingles with the arousal that shoots down to the tips of your toes— it’s delicious, and you fight the urge to preen for him.

you’re on your knees before you register it, the floor unforgiving against your bones, until you feel like they’re creaking under the pressure of his grip— he looks good like this, that’s all you can think, teary eyes looking up at him in the way that makes him feel syrupy inside, “easy now, little one— i would hate to have to hurt you.”

~idk man— this mfer would beat you straight the fuck up an call it foreplay

~did you ask for him to call you a ‘whore’ and spit in your eye?

~no— but you aren’t complaining

~hidan is so mean??? but it’s kinda hot??? like are you gonna stab me rn??? how sexy of you??

~literally just crazy but you have to like it a little you know?

~like he’s just straight up batshit and you’re along for the ride like ‘i wonder what he will do today’ and then it’s just him literally wrestling you to the ground an digging his fingers into your thighs until they bruise (and he’s just cooing in your face about how he’s going to mess your shit up and then you’ll ask him to do it again, won’t you?)

~hidan will hit you in the face full strength an then make fun of you when you whine about how much it hurt

~he’s just like??? yeah bitch, it was supposed to, now shut up and sit on this dick???

example:

you aren’t sure how it escalated this quickly, but when hidan’s hands dig into your bare thighs hard enough you wince— you find you don’t care.

you keen up at him, hips shifting— pleading— for him to touch the part of you that’s gone slick from his treatment. one of his hands moves from the plush of your thigh to grip at your chin— the pressure enough to make you whine his name, saliva thick on your tongue, “please— jus’ want you to fuck me.”

the look on his face is nothing but mocking, the words that follow are in the same tone as yours, pitched high and slurred, “please, hidan— please! wanna get fucked like a whore,” a pause in his sentence, as he shifts to bare his full body weight against you, voice returning to it’s normal tone, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

your eyes water, fat tears lining your lower lashes in a way that hidan would call truly pathetic, and his palm makes contact harsh enough they begin to fall in heavy rivets, “poor little bitch, huh? gonna be good now, aren’t ‘cha?” you nod, mouth parting in a heave at the first drag of his cock against the insides of your thighs, “yeah, that’s it— now open your fuckin’ mouth.”

#naruto x reader #naruto #naruto smut #smut smut smut #shikaku nara #shikaku x reader #Shikaku nara x reader #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #hidan #hidan x reader #hidan smut #Shikaku smut #sasuke smut

653 notes · View notes

13as07 · 2 months

Text

Object #5

(Akatsuki)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to m-joice]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,538

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters include: Pain/Nagato, Konan, Sasori, Tobi, Kakuzu

Itachi too but he's living his best NPC/background character life

Choking/Slapping

Dry humping

Name Calling: Whiney, Bitch

Death /Violence Threats

Little heated at the end (obviously ^)

———————————————————————

My body aches as Nagato shifts me around, freeing one of his arms to open the door to the hideout. The aches are courtesy of our travel home, the cruel heat of the sun, and Pain's last bit of time to have me to himself.

Our long-term trip was nice and rather enjoyable even if he was the normal brick wall of nonexistent emotions. I like it when I get time alone with Pain, he's a little less 'I want the world to burn' and a little more 'I want the world to simmer'.

But, that's done for now, which makes me a bit nervous. Almost a month away from the other members means a lot of pent-up needs and the promise of them filling their needs cruelly, in any way necessary.

The thought makes me stiffen and causes my fingers to dig into Nagato's shoulders deeper. "We are not even through the door yet, what could you possibly be upset about?" He grumbles, arm back around my leg once the door swings open.

"I'm not upset. I'm just... worried, I suppose."

"Worried about what?" He asks, his tune still bored and a bit annoyed. I'm shifted backward, Pain using me to push the door closed. "Princess, you're upsetting me," he continues to grumble when I don't answer. Nagato takes a slow pace down the hallway, his footsteps silent so as to not startle the other members. "I cannot fix a worry I do not know about."

"Just your... employees," I mutter, burying my head into his neck. His chain necklace is warm for once, the metal weighing on my nose because of my placement.

"They are not employees."

"Then what are they?"

My question is ignored, silence feeling the imaginary space between us. Pain has picked up the habit of carrying me around on his back, insisting it's because he wants to travel further before dark or the occasional excuse that I get tired quicker than he does.

"Why are you worried about the members?" He mutters after a while, stopping at the hallway intersection. Nagato's head swirls back and forth, shifting his decision between heading towards his office or stopping in our room first. "Princess, I am about five seconds away from making sleep outside. Why are you worried about the members?" Pain's patients are almost nonexistent at this point of the day, his anger bubbling the longer I take to answer.

"We were gone for a while and they get a little... needy, is all. I mean, they're always needy when we leave for some personal time but we were gone longer than usual."

"It was not personal time," Nagato mumbles, finally deciding to head towards his office. "It was simply some time away, a break on your body."

"Wasn't much of a break last night," I mutter, picking my head up and scanning the hallway. Sooner or later one of his members is going to pop up. They're all usually home by now unless they're on an away mission.

He's 'displeased' by my comment, proven by him dropping his hold on me. Despite that, his hands shoot up to grip my wrists, helping me slide back onto my feet. "I will take of it."

"Like, stringing Hidan in a tree - take care of it, or?" I ask, balling his robe in my hands, continuing to let the terrorist lead me forward.

"I will inform them at dinner that you are off limits," Nagato huffs out, my questions picking at the minimal amount of patience he has at the moment.

"Explain?"

A deep sigh escapes the man, just a hint of his body deflating alongside the noise. "I will give you forty-eight hours. I will tell them you are not to be touched, and then I will limit them."

"Limit them?" I push, tugging on the cloth in my hold so I can run my hands under Pain's shirt.

His movement stalls, but not before his hand snakes backward to grip my wrists, stopping my plan to feel his skin against mine again. "I will give you a week of no physicality. Your mouth is more than capable of handling them. Is that a suitable time frame for their needs to even out?"

I hum a yes, enjoying the sight and feeling of Pain's fingers knotted alongside mine. "Thank you."

"Be silent, your voice is becoming annoying." The command is harsh but soft enough that I almost miss it when Nagato opens his office door. "I have work to do. If you will be silent you can be a pretty object for me to look at. If a sound spills from you, I will leave you to the members to use until dinner. Am I understood?"

I nod my head, yes, trailing into the small room after the annoyed man. The room is dark, at least until Pain flips the light switch, flooding the room with the soft yellow of its lightbulb. "Find somewhere out of the way to sit," he mutters, dropping our bags on his desk before rummaging through them. "Perhaps you can read your new book as I work."

Again, I nod yes as I curl up against his side, watching him search for one of my newest gifts. "Good, be silent, be out of the way," he mutters, shoving one of the books into my hands.

It's the one on origami I begged him to buy. One of the booths we stumbled upon during our trip was covered in little paper statues, piquing my interest. I saw it as a waste buying the folded papers especially when the person running the stand was also selling 'how to' books, hence why I got my way.

"Now, out from under my feet," Nagato orders, shooing me away. I do as I'm told, finding a space in the room to curl up in and start my new read.

————————————

A knock on the door fills the room, pulling both Pain's and my attention. Despite his insistence that I stay out of the way, I've slowly been tugged into his lap by the unattached man himself. As he looks over different scrolls and papers I don't understand I've been folding scrap papers trying - and failing - to make a swan.

A warning glance is sent my way, a nonverbal command to once again stay quiet and stay out of the way. I do as expected of me, focusing back on my book as I attempt to fold the paper correctly this time. "Come in," Nagato's voice echoes, his arms loose but still very present around my waist. Konan must be the one who knocked.

I'm proven right when the door swings open, the all-business woman standing in the frame. "Welcome back, Pain," she mutters walking into the room. She settles across the table from us, a silent staring contest going on as Konan refuses to acknowledge me and Pain refuses to speak until she does.

Like always, Koana loses. A soft, "Lapdog," is muttered in my direction with a paired glare. It's good enough for Nagato, who goes into a ramble about whatever the hell he did while we were in the Leaf and Sound villages.

Their conversation becomes background noise as I mess with the sheet, my impatience and anger quickly bubbling as I fail at getting the swan to come out right again. Nagato's hand shifts up, cupping my face to massage my jaw which I hadn't noticed was clenching.

"Dumb dog, pay attention" Konan mumbles, ripping the paper from my hands. Her eyes flicker to my book for a second before they settle back on the sheet of paper. My sights trail over her fingers, watching the way she folds the paper. I don't know if I'm more pissed or happy when she tugs on the paper, shifting the page into a proper swan.

Once again her attention shifts to my book, flipping through the pages before she settles on a page. Her eyes scan for a second before she steals another sheet from me.

"As I was saying," Nagato says, arms falling back to my hips. I drown him out, finding it pointless to pay attention to a conversation that'll give me more questions than answers.

Instead, I pay attention to the paper lady, leaning forward to see what page she landed on. Go figure, it's the dog folding technique. Konan is still focused on the conversation, not even bothered to pay attention to her hands as she folds the paper.

Despite the lack of focus, the sheets turn out exactly like the example picture, ticking me off even more. I shouldn't be surprised Konan is good at origami, after all, she is the paper ninja.

Throughout the unofficial meeting, her eyes flicker between Nagato and me, making sure I'm paying attention to the slow movements of her hands and how she folds the paper. By the time she gets up to leave, five little paper statues cover Nagato's desk.

"Pain," she mumbles, nodding her goodbye before turning towards me. "Useless Mutt," she mutters my way before turning on her heels to leave. She leaves behind her folded papers; a swan, a dog, a butterfly, a frog, and a flower.

Nagato sighs, head resting against my shoulder for a second before he turns back to his work. I go back to my scraped papers, slowly folding them in the ways Konan showed me.

————————————

The dining room is tense, the weight of Pain's orders about me hanging in the air. Despite his orders, Nagato toys with the hem of my dress, his boner pressed against my butt as I sit on his lap. I'm not too surprised, his body has grown used to me warming his dick during our meals and for once I'm not.

The room is mostly silent, besides the sound of Itachi and Deidara in the kitchen making dinner. Everyone - besides Sasori - stares at me, everyone soaking in the uncomfortable atmosphere. I swear the sexual tension in the room is thick enough to choke someone.

Sasori's eyes are focused on my hands that toy with the fingers Pain hasn't settled on my thigh. "Puppet?" He calls, glancing at his leader before settling on my fingers again. "Give me your hand."

I let out a hum, turning my attention to the puppeteer. "Why?"

I don't get an answer. Instead, his eyes flicker around as he shifts forward, being careful to wrap up my hand and not touch Pain. Sasori moves slowly, tugging my arm toward him before resting it on the table. His fingertips slide over my skin, shifting the position of my arm how he wants it.

My eyes trail after his movements, curiosity sparked at whatever the puppet master has planned. Sasori's hands duck down, snatching Nagato's attention. Pain's hand tightens on my leg, shifting it further away from the puppeteer. Besides that, Nagato leaves me be, letting Sasori do whatever he has planned.

Sasori's hands jump back up, clenched around a box of markers. He settles the box on the table, snapping the lid open before he looks through the colors. He settles on one, a mossy green.

The room fills with the popping of the top being tugged off the marker, jump-starting the room into normalcy. Conversations pick up, everything from Pain being filled in about recent missions to the weather.

Focuses shift away from me, breaking some of the tension in the room, and putting my body at ease. I settle against Nagato's chest, watching as Sasori hovers his marker over different parts of my arm. The tip dips down, pressing the cool ink into my skin as he trails it over my arm. A continuous line twirls over my skin, starting from the dip of my elbow before ending in a rolled line across my wrist.

Ori mumbles to himself, flapping his hand around to help the ink dry as he focuses on the marker box again. I watch him toy with the colors before tugging two of them out, both slightly different greens from the line pressed into my skin.

Pain glances down, eyes settling on Sasori's fingers gently skirting over my skin as he adds different-sized oval shapes to the line. Nagato's attention doesn't stay there long though, it snaps to the box. He tugs the box over, eyes scanning it before settling it back in place. The big 'washable ink' label faces us, helping me make Pain's actions make sense.

Sasori doesn't seem to care - or notice. His focus is on the ovals, adding details to make them look like leaves. "Two colors?" He says, placing the greens back into their spots.

"Um... orange and purple, I guess," I mutter, watching as he tugs out different shades of my answer.

Ori continues doodling on my arm, trailing different circle-themed shapes against the vine. Now and again his fingertips rub against my arm, smudging and rubbing away the lines he doesn't like. "I am bored, speak puppet," he orders, eyes glancing at me for a second before they fall back to his project.

"Pain got me some new books while we were away," I start, watching for a reaction. It's hard to tell what Sasori likes and doesn't like hearing about. A hum is sent my way as he focuses on filling in the off-brand circles that I've managed to figure out are flowers. "I'm excited about one of them. Well, I'm excited about all of them but the one I'm going to read first is about - "

"This is an unamusing conversation. Talk about something else," he grumbles, getting a pointed look from Pain, one that Sasori doesn't see, but definitely feels. "Please," he adds, his marker being pressed into my skin a bit harsher.

"While I was away we took a detour to the Sound Village. I got to see a weird snake-looking man. His eyeliner was on point though," I ramble, describing the man Pain had a very heated conversation with. That seems to pique Sasori's interest, just enough that his eyes flicker up on occasion as I speak.

When the puppeteer is done with his work, my arm is fanned again to help all the ink dry. The trailing vine is coated in differently shaped leaves. Different shades and designed flowers decorate my skin too, in the orange and purple I requested. "How pretty," Ori mumbles, rubbing his marker-tinted fingertips over the art. "Don't ruin it," he orders, eyes set on me.

"I won't," I answer, getting an approving head nod in return. My eyes trail over the design, causing a smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. What a nifty little artist the puppet master is.

————————————

Itachi's crow waddles around my shoulders, its beak knotting in my hair as it tries to eat it... or maybe it's trying to pluck it, I can't tell. Nonetheless, there's a crow in my hair and a crow-themed boy standing near me.

My little bubble of paradise with Nagato has been popped, leaving him doing something with Konan as I'm left to my own devices. Seeing how tense some of the members are, I've decided sitting on the counter as Itachi washes the dinnerware is probably my safest bet until Pain is back in the building.

So far that's been true. He's on the outskirts of my little world, hands submerged in the sink as I read one of my new books out loud, nodding his head along as I read to him. Occasionally Itachi will murmur, asking me to repeat something he didn't hear or correcting my pronunciation of I word I jumble up, reminding me that he is listening and I'm not wasting my breath.

"Dolly!" Tobi's voice rings out, cutting off my sentence. Itachi's eyes glance towards me before landing back on his task, leaving me to deal with the childish man on my own.

Said man-child is quickly in the kitchen, his body constantly shifting because of his inability to stand still. "Tobs," I call back, scanning the pink paper bag in his hands.

"I did what you said," he says, shaking the bag as he moves closer to me. "I've been waiting forever to share these with you."

"You did what I said?" I ask, setting my book down before I shift on the counter.

"Yes! You said next time I find a sweet treat I should bring you some so you can try it. So, on my last mission, I stopped and got us some jelly beans to share," Tobi rambles on, setting the bag down before he pulls out a couple of bags of jelly beans. He continues to ramble, running around the kitchen in search of a pair of scissors and a bowl.

"That sounds cool, Tobs," I coo, smiling at his little information dump even though I don't understand half the things he's saying. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Of course, Dolly," he chirps, settling the now jelly bean-filled bowl in my lap. "The pink ones are strawberry flavored. They're my favorite."

"Oh ya?" I ask, digging through the bowl. I pick up a few of the pink-colored ones, popping a few in my mouth before tapping on Tobi's mask.

He's reluctant as he lifts it, his movements slow as he uncovers the bottom of his face. After I drop the remaining ones in his mouth, Tobs snaps his mask back in place. "The orange ones are, well orange. White is melon, purple is grape, the like tan looking ones are peach, and the yellow ones are banana flavored."

I hum in response, picking out a few beans of each color so we - well, so I can try them. Our circle repeats, a few of one color for me, taps to Tobi's mask, his slow shift of the obnoxiously orange face covering, and a few for him.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asks, chewing away at the last favor we tried.

"I'm not sure. They all have their positives and negatives," I answer him, scooping up some more of the sugary snack.

"Or maybe you're just not a jelly bean fan," Tobi giggles, shaking the candy out of my hand before he mimics my previous movements. He picks up some of the snack, picking at them in his palm before plopping them in my mouth like I was doing to him. "I'll get us a different treat next time I'm out. We'll find the candy really, really like."

"Whatever you say, Tobs," I giggle out around my mouth full of jellies.

"Maybe next time I'll grab a box of pocky sticks," he mutters, focused on sorting the beans by flavor. "I'll get all the different flavors for us to try."

"Alright, Tobi." The answer is good enough for Mr Happy-Go-Lucky, who's back to prancing in place as he snacks on and feeds me more of the sweet treat.

————————————

"Why are you never where I need you to be?" A voice rings out, paired with a hand gripping my throat. I'm tugged out of the chair in Nagato's office, where I was curled up to try and read my book again.

The book tumbles to the floor as I'm lifted, another fit of yelling aimed my way before I have time to process who or why I'm being yelled at. "I swear you're the most useless Penny I've ever owned. Why can't you be where I need you?"

It's Kakuzu yelling at me because, of course, it is. I swear the man probably ran around the hideout yelling at me while I was away with Pain, even though I wasn't physically around to piss him off. I'm just the scapegoat for his anger problem.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to wiggle my fingers under his to loosen his grip. It's not as tight as usual, Nagato's little speech at dinner keeping the assassin at bay enough not to leave proof of his disobedience.

"Why are always so whiny? Hm? Why are you such a whiny bitch?" He grumbles, using my throat to lift me over the chair and resting me against his chest. "Forty-four more hours until I can stuff your mouth and stop all that whiny shit," Kakuzu taunts, hands falling to my thighs, gripping them and forcibly rubbing me against his erection.

"Zu," I hiss, clinging to his shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist to try to stop my forced movements. It doesn't work. If anything it encourages him more to dry hump me. "Kakuzu, you heard Pain. Knock it off."

"Tattletale," he groans, shoving my hips into his, leaving himself pressed under my skirt, but stopping the forced grinding.

Somewhat stopping the forced movement. Kakuzu starts moving, causing me to rub against him as he walks around the chair. He plops down in it, making sure I shift and I'm slammed against his dick when he sits down, temporally satisfying his needs.

"Pervy old man," I mutter, shifting so I'm kneeling over his lap instead of having myself pressed into his groin.

Kakuzu's hand swings forward, a warning slap landing on my cheek. It's gentler than normal, again his attempt to be able to deny anything I might tell Nagato, but pain still aches across my skin. "I swear, if you're not whining, you're bitching," he groans, shoving my hips back down so he's against me.

Despite the ridged man being, well, ridged, his fingers still prod at my tingling skin, toying with it. Whimpers spill from me caused by the forced burning under his fingertips, making Kakuzu twitch in his pants. "Penny," his attempt at cooing comes out cold and dark, almost a dare to insult him again. "Even though you are the most useless thing in this world, I have something for you."

"You bought me something?" I ask, tilting my head into his hold now that the burning pain has gone numb.

He chuckles as I scan over his bare face, enjoying the rare sight of it. My fingers jumps up, softly tracing the stitches on his face as the sound of his cocky laughter fills the room. "Of course not. You're not worth spending money on."

"Oh," I hum out, letting my hands tumble to his shoulders. I know it's not in my best interest but I push the collar of his shirt out of the way, tracing the stitches wrapped over his shoulders. "Did you make me something then?"

Again, his cackle rings out, hands tightening around my hips to shove me further up his clothed shaft. "You're not worth the effort. I stole your present off a dead guy."

My thoughts flicker around, everywhere from old coins out of circulation to the dead guy's femur. Kakuzu's laughter only grows from the look on my face, the sound as taunting as ever. "Would you like to see your gift?" He finally asks, his voice coming out as a hiss because of he attempts to silence his chuckles.

"Yes please," I answer, shifting my touch back to his face. It doesn't stay there long though. My fingertips trail up to Zu's loose locks, his hair down for the day since Pain didn't assign any new missions at dinner. It still surprises me how soft Kakuzu's hair is. Though since it's wrapped up in his head coverings most of the time I guess it's not that surprising.

He moves around under me, shifting more than needed so I tumble around his lap as he digs through his pockets. When Zu's hands are placed in front of me, they're both balled up in fists. "Pick a hand, Penny."

The words frighten me a bit, partly because I don't know what to expect, but mainly because Kakuzu never plays fair. "Left," I whisper, getting rewarded with a smack to my cheek and another round of howls from the assassin.

Once again the skin of my cheek stings and aches as Zu rubs it. "You should have seen your face when you realized you failed. It was not as terrible as usual. Perhaps you're not as useless as you seem."

His hands duck behind my back, shifting around to set up for the next round of our game. My heartbeat seems loud in my ears as Kakuzu settles his hands between us again. His glowing green eyes scan my face, a sinister smile resting on his lips as he awaits my answer. "Um... right."

"Are you sure?" He mutters, his eyes tense as he looks down at me.

"Yes," I whisper, snapping my eyes shut in preparation for another failed round. Instead of Zu's big hand making contact with my cheek, a hard and chilled circle is pressed against the sore skin.

Slowly I flutter my eyes open, being met with unamused Kakuzu. "You're a lot more entertaining when you fail," he groans, the hand not pressing the mystery item to my cheek moving to grip my right wrist.

Zu's movements are as rough as always, forcing my wrist upward before shoving the items on my finger. My eyes shift down, looking over the smudged and chunky gold band around my middle finger. "You got me a ring?" I mutter, nervously glancing at the assassin. He's never nice, especially this nice without a 'but' added to the end.

Kakuzu shifts, slouching in the fluffy chair. I'm moved again, rubbing against his hard-on once again as he stretches out. "I killed a rouge for their bounty and stripped the jewelry off them," Zu mutters, his hands toying with my skirt, shoving it up and down my thighs. "The pawn shop I took it to said the ring was fake gold so it's no use to me. Do not get it wet, I don't need a lecture from Pain about turning you green."

"Yes, Sir," I mutter, leaning forward to crash my lips against his. It's a dumb move, a move that'll tempt Kakuzu even more to crack his flimsy obedience to Nagato, but if I give the cold-hearted man some positive reinforcement, maybe he'll do nice things more often. "What do you want in return?" I mumble, refusing to just wait around for the other shoe to drop.

"I told you, the ring is worthless, it would have ended up in the trash," he grumbles, his eyes stuck on my lips as his legs move in circles, rubbing himself against me. "Though a few more kisses would be nice unless you're going to be a loose-lipped bitch and tell Pain."

"Oh, so it's a 'shut up' gift," I tease, trailing kisses across his knitted face. "You just gave me the ring so I wouldn't tattle on your desperate old man humping."

Kakuzu's hand shoots forward again, this time gripping my face, forcing me to look into his liquid emerald eyes. "I could break your fucking jaw or snap your neck, those would be officiant 'shut up' gifts."

My eyes shift, looking at the wall behind him as I tilt my head in his grasp. "Or we could make out."

"Ya, that's what I thought you meant," he grumbles, dropping his hold on my cheeks to shove me against his torso. "Now, stop bitching for once."

"Yes, sir."

———————————————————————

19 notes · View notes