#Nagato x reader

[ziinesso]

"The nicest thing I’ve been told?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I don't remember."

"Come on C/N, there must be something."

"Well, there is something."

"Tell me then."

"You… You are a kind person."

"Really?"

"Yes. You are a kind person. That’s it."

"But... why?"

"Because no one had ever told me. That's why. No one had ever spoken such nice… such sweet words to me. And her eyes were so pure, so certain. I couldn't help but believe her. I couldn't doubt them. Her eyes, her words. They were filled with affection. And all of it was meant for me."

"Who was it?"

"Y/N, my wife."

- gaara, madara, nagato (nt) ; levi (aot) ; katakuri (op) ; sanzu (tr)

[dark-konohagakure2]

Heyyy just a heads up since I'm finishing some drafts and cleaning my inbox!: I write Obito + Tobi and Pain + Nagato as seperate characters, so if you wanna request one of these guys then pls specify which one! Thanks!💗

[13as07]

Object #9

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to リカ*Skeb受付一時停止]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,519

(This one is short compared to the rest. Idk what happened)

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters Include: Itachi, Kakuzu, Pain/Nagato

Name Calling: Kitten, Kitty, Penny, Bitch, Whore

Oral (Female Receiving)

Fingering (Female and Male Receiving)

Overstimulation

Choking/Hair Pulling

Death Threat

Creampie

Cock-warming

Titty Fondling

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     My sentence is cut off by the flapping of inked wings, long talons settling on the page of my book, a beak pressed into my cheek, and a dark glowing eye looking into my soul. "Hello there," I mutter, pulling away from the bird. "Is your master nearby?" I ask the pointless question; of course, Itachi is nearby. If he wasn't, his crow wouldn't be perched on me.

     The bird lets out a soft caw, half-stepping to press itself against my cheek again. "You're a weird thing aren't you?" I coo back, sliding a finger over its head, being gentle not to tug on its feathers. The bird shifts, making my finger run down its back.

     "Shoo," Itachi's monotoned voice suddenly butts in, his hands fluttering around. The crow caws back at its master but does start flapping its wings. "Sorry, he's a little...." Itachi blinks slowly, the both of us watching his bird vanish from the room.

     "A little what?"

     "A little bit of a horny bastard," Itachi grumbles, turning his attention toward me.

     "What?" I ask, more than a little bit confused. How does the bird wanting me to rub his back translate to him being a horny bastard?

     "Birds get aroused when they're pet anywhere but their heads and beaks. He's notorious for fooling people into... enough about my bird," Tach grumbles again, reaching down to delicately wrap my wrist with his fingers. "You should join me on a walk," he adds, using his hold to lead me to my feet.

     "Any destination in mind?" I ask, falling into step next to him.

     "My bedroom," he mumbles, impatiently tugging me forward. "I am finished with my mission for the day and wish to destress."

"Alright," I hum, curling into the masochist's side. I'm ushered into his room and quickly settled on his bed as Itachi sinks to his knees. "What are you doing?" I ask, toying with his headband before pulling it off.

"I told you I want to destress," he mutters, his long thin fingers sliding over my thighs, gently pushing my skirt up my legs. "Now, lay back so I can relax," Itachi murmurs, his hands snack up to my waist, slowly pushing me onto my back.

My back collides with the mattress for what feels like the hundredth time today. He slides upward as his hands slide down, rubbing my thighs as his nose nuzzles my legs apart. Feathery kisses are layered across my skin, making my pussy tremble before I'm even touched. Soon, his tongue slides out layering the kisses that previously decorated me. "You're teasing," I breathe out, my hands searching for the elastic holding half of his hair in place.

"I am not. I am relaxing," Itachi mutters, sliding further up. His hands land on my hip bones, starting to massage them as his tongue trails over my pussy lips, making me tingle even more. "Don't you want to help me relax, Kitten?"

"Of course I do, Tachi," I murmur, my hips jerking forward.

He softly chuckles, pushing my hips back down on the mattress. "So eager for my tongue, aren't you? A pretty kitty that wants me to make her pussy purr," Itachi teases, finally giving me what I want. His tongue slithers out, instantly finding my clit, rubbing flat, slow circles against it.

Steadily the circles gain speed, the pressure of his tongue increasing too. It doesn't take long until a hand falls away from my hip, a single finger poking at my hole. Why is Itachi always such a tease? Because he likes my whines and my squirming. Because he likes shoving my hips against the bed to keep me still.

Itachi's movements stay slow, inching his finger into me before curling it against my walls. Courtesy of the shiny glow of his activated sharingans, it doesn't take the boy long to find my g-spot. A satisfied hum comes from him when my body jerks in response to his finger brushing it. "It is always so relaxing to see you quiver under me."

     "Of course it is," I hiss, my thighs squeezing his cheeks, making them chub out as he stares up at me. "You're a... a behavior expert dumb... dumbie. Stupid sharingan user."

     He slides another finger into me, aiding my building orgasm. "Oh kitten, don't be mad at me. Especially when I pull reactions out of you doing something nice. I could get reactions out of you a lot worse ways," Itachi mutters, before switching his action on my clit. His lips wrap around it, softly sucking as he slides a third finger into my pussy, stretching me out even more and adding more pressure to the leg-shaking spot.

     "Itachi," I whine, squeezing tighter in hopes it'll stop the uncontrollable movements of my muscles.

     "Kitten," he hums before sucking on me again, his tongue sliding out to swirl over my clit as he sucks on it.

     "Dear Lord," I wail, my back arching in response to the sparks slithering through my body and the cum spilling out from my orgasm.

     "Ah," Itachi hums again, quite content with himself. He pulls back a bit, less pressed up against me but his tongue still swirling through me, licking up the mess he caused. "My favorite way to relax."

     "Hey, hey, hey," I whine, trying to push his head away. "I'm sensitive. Knock it off."

     "Just one more," Itachi murmurs, pushing my hand away before focusing on my cunt again. His lashing at my clit makes me shift more than before. My hips thrust like crazy, thighs slamming against his head, and pussy clenching around his tongue he slithered into me. "So antsy, Kitten. Calm yourself," he says, a soft smile on his face as he pins my hips down again.

"Easy for you to say," I huff, squeezing his head again when his nose bumps against my clit. "Damnit," I moan, arching again when Itachi's tongue finds the lovely little spot he likes to abuse. He does just that, adding pressure to and sliding over it, his nose routinely rubbing against my clit as he bobs his head. "Fuck you, Itachi," I wail, my orgasm making me arch enough that my shoulder blades pick up off the bed.

"So delightful," he hums, pulling away long enough to suck in a breath. Itachi dives right back in, tongue swirling around to clean me off again.

"Okay, okay. That's enough," I whine, attempting to push his head away again. This time his head does pick up, coated in my juices enough that it's dripping down his face, trailing across his neck. "Do... do you want head now?" I ask, relaxing on the bed for a breath.

"No, I'm fine here," he mutters, head dropping again.

"What the hell, Itachi," I yelp, my legs locking around him and my hips bucking as his tongue eagerly slides against my clit again.

His head snaps up, and a soft glare shoots at me as he shoves me back into position. "I told you to calm yourself. If you can't find a way to stay in place, I'll find a way to keep you in place." My head lulls against the bed, my fingers clinging to the roots of his hair. I need to find Itachi a better way to decompress.

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     The cold demeanor of Kakuzu enters Nagato's office before he does, sending shivers down my spine. I was so happy that he had a mission today and was hoping Pain would swoop me into his self-centered constant need for attention before Zu had the chance to catch me in his grasp. Sadly, that isn't happening.

"Penny," he calls, turning the cold trickle of fearful anticipation into sharp icicles whittling at my spinal cord. "I have had a very bad day." And I'm about to have a very bad evening. "Come here."

"Yes sir," I whisper, standing up from the fluffy office chair I was seated in, reading my book and eagerly waiting for Nagato's return. At least I know he's back and that I'll get to see him after Kakuzu gets his needs fulfilled.

I slowly sulk over to the assassin, his hand instantly wrapping around my throat once I'm within reach. "Sit on your knees and don't act like a whiney bitch for once," he husks out, cutting off my air the whole time he speaks. Instantly I start sinking to my knees, figuring it would be better - and faster - to give in to his wants.

Kakuzu's fingers melt away from my neck as I settle on the ground, breath once again sliding into my lungs. In no time his dick is being pressed against my lips and his hand is buried in my hair, shoving me forward. The tip of his penis pushes past my lips, not stopping until my nose is pressed against his stomach.

     Gags choke out from around him, Zu's pace instantly fast and the head of his dick instantly slamming against the back of my throat. His fingers tighten on my hair, keeping me in place as he uses my mouth to fuck himself. I can't help the choking and heaving sounds that spill out with every thrust he forces.

     "Can't you shut up?" He grumbles, thrusting harder as if that'll help. "Your choking is getting annoying." I don't bother trying to stop the sounds. It's not like I could if I wanted to. "Penny," Kakuzu husks out again, his anger quickly bubbling the longer I struggle. "If you get sick on my dick, I'll make you lick it up before I slit your throat."

     I try to babble out an apology, not like he'll take it or that it sounds like one. The older man continues to grumble, his annoyance building the longer he face-fucks me. "This is pointless. You're not pleasing," Zu groans, pulling himself out of my mouth. That is not how I saw this ending.

     He shifts his fingers in my hair, getting a better grasp on it before using it to pull me to my feet. "Turn around," Kakuzu orders, even though he's actively turning me himself.

     "You can't, Zu. Pain said so," I rush out, reminding him of the Iron-Fist Ruler's orders just a little while again. My throat burns as I speak, the rawness of it finally shining through from my day of use.

"And I care because?" He asks, shoving me forward so I'm leaning over the chair I was just sitting in. "If you could perform properly we wouldn't be in this situation," Kakuzu adds, sliding himself inside me. He leans forward, crushing me under his body weight as his hand slithers its way around my neck again. "You make a single peep and I'll snap your neck, am I understood?"

I quickly shake my head, already having to bite on my tongue as he slowly pulls back out before slamming back into me. "Dumb bitch," he complains, pace back to being fast and rough. Zu's hand tightens with every thrust until my oxygen is cut off again, making my hands jump up to tug on his hand. "A needy bitch too," he continues to groan, loosening his grasp a bit. "At least you're free, I suppose."

I suck in a string of breaths, trying to chase away the fog that started fogging my mind. "Slow... slow down," I murmur, his dick quickly reigniting the pain caused by Hidan not so long again. "It... It hurts, Zu."

He chuckles, moving his hips even faster. "Again, why would I care? I don't care how you feel as long as your cunt keeps squeezing me."

My teeth click together, trying to shove down the whine clawing up my throat. It doesn't take long until he's bottomed out, stuffing my pussy full of his cum. "Damnit," he grumbles, tightening his hold on my neck again to take away my ability to breathe. "Why do you have to be such a tempting little whore? Now I'm going to get my ass beat because you can't keep your legs closed."

"It's... it's not my... fault," I wheeze, trying to tug his fingers off of me again.

"Of course it is," he starts, losing his hands from me just to place them on my shoulders and shove me back on my knees. "Turn around." Slowly, I do as I'm told, turning around to face Kakuzu. "While we wait for my cum to drain out of you, you can clean the mess you made," he tells me, hand back in its spot in my hair, tugging me toward his dick again. "Get to licking, Penny."

My pussy tingles and aches as I lean forward, sliding my tongue out. As obedient as ever, I continue to listen, licking at Kakuzu's twitching cock. His cum does slowly leak out of me, leaving my cunt pulsing from the feeling and making the room echo with the sound of the liquid dripping onto the floor.

My focus stays on cleaning Zu off, my tongue trailing over every inch of him, lapping up the mix of my juices and his cum that stains his tips. "I'm all done," I mutter, sitting back as I stare down at his feet.

"No, you're not," he chuckles, shoving me backward before pressing my nose to the ground, directly in the puddle of his seamen covering the floor. "Go on, continue cleaning," Kakuzu orders, rubbing my nose in the mess. "I don't have all day."

I let out a soft whimper before glaring up at him. I lick at the floor, cleaning up Kakuzu's disobedience like a dog. He cackles the whole time, finding a lot of amusement in the moment. Maybe after this, I'll take a nap. I swear Nagato has a sixth sense for when I'm sleeping; always whining that I shouldn't be napping without him.

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     As I push open the door to Nagato's room, thoughts of taking a shower instead of napping circle my head. Everyone's needs have been filled so I should be done for the day... as long as Deidara's and Itachi's gears don't start turning again. Kakuzu and Hidan might be the most brutal but the younger boys' never-ending stamina takes a bigger toll on me too.

"There you are," Pain's voice greets me, the already pissy murderer crew leader sat at his makeshift vanity, papers, and scrolls spread out on the counter. "I have had an unpleasant day today."

"I assumed," I mutter, my body noticeably relaxing at his soft tone.

"Why is that?" He asks back, matching the volume of my voice.

"You had business to handle with Kakuzu and he was... not very happy," I answer, making my way over to Nagato. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, slouching my weight against him and the chair he's sitting in. I bury my head in his neck, ignoring my body's protest to the poles stabbing into me from my position. "We should take a nap."

"I have work to do," Pain answers, leaning back so I'm pressed against him more. "But I suppose a small break would clear my head. Besides, I need to inspect you."

"Inspect me?" I mumble, finally letting my exhaustion take over.

"Yes, inspect you," he repeats, standing up before wrapping me in his arms. "How else am I supposed to be sure everyone followed my orders?" Well, he has a fair point I guess.

     Nagato sets me on the bed, keeping his arms around me as he shoves my legs upward. His head buried under my skirt, causing my face to heat up. I don't know why it's embarrassing to have him looking at me like this. I mean he's my lover, he's done a hell of a lot of things to me, it shouldn't be embarrassing to have him look at my pussy.

His hands slide down, arms still keeping my ankles on his shoulders and my legs spread. "It is red," he mutters, fingertips gently spreading me open as his thumb starts to toy with my clit.

"Of course, it's red!" I yelp, softly bonking his head with a closed hand. "Don't say embarrassing things like that."

Pain's head shifts up, my skirt slowly falling off his face as he glares at me. "I know what your vagina is supposed to look like. I spend a lot of time buried in it. It looks..." his head ducks down again, back to hiding under my skirt. "Irritated. What have you done today?" The question is followed by his fingers spreading me open wider.

     "Who have you done today?" He asks, fingertips dipping into me, scooping at me before he reappears in my sight. Nagato's focus flips between his fingers coated in the leftover sticky mess Kakuzu left and my face. "It certainly was not me."

     "Um..." I mutter, trying to close my legs, failing because of our position. "Kakuzu got a little... forceful."

     Pain hums to himself, wiping his fingers on my clothing. "That explains the mess but does not explain why you're so inflamed though. What happened while I was away to cause your discomfort?" He asks, disappearing again. His tongue slithers over me, slow and gentle, his head barely moving to take away the possibility of his piercings snagging on me.

     "Well... um... the, the, the crew got real creative," I stutter trying not to squirm from arousal or discomfort.

"What might that mean, Princess?" He leads my answer, the tip of his tongue pushing into me, continuing to trail soft circles.

"Sasori fucked me with a puppet," I breathe out, my back already starting to arch. Screw Itachi and his damn tongue and his stupid sharingans that give away my every twitch. Screw Kakuzu and his inability to follow orders. Screw Nagato for not giving me a break between them let alone my nap.

     "Interesting. Anything else?" He pushes, the vibrations of his voice only making me tremble more.

     "Hidan fucked me with his knife," I mutter quickly, my hands shooting down to attempt at pushing his head away.

     Nagato groans, giving into my want and pulling away from me. "Why should I share my toy if it's always returned to me broken?"

     "I'm not broken," I wail, using my legs still prompted on his shoulders to pull him on top of me.

     Again, he gives in, resting his head on my stomach and tightening his arms around my legs. "No, you're not broken. Just hurting, which is still a shame. I suppose I could go back to my work."

     "No," I whine, tightening my limbs around him. "I want to take a nap."

     "And I wish to have sexual relations but I don't get to do that," he grumbles, lifting his head to shoot me a glare. "It is such a waste. My break from my work, the vacation you had, the money and time I spent on the vacation. Wasteful," Nagato lectures, his hands wandering over me as he speaks, gripping different parts of me.

"However," he slowly starts up again, arms wrapping around my back before he lifts me off the bed. "There is a way we could both get what we wish for."

"Ya?" I mumble, locking my legs around his hips.

"Yes. You can nap while I work. All you have to do is be a nice warmer for me," he shortly explains, settling into his desk chair again. "After all, you're stretched and wet. Why would I waste more of my efforts."

     Pain rests me on his lap long enough to pull his dick out before I'm tugged forward. He inches himself in, my pussy stinging a bit. "Hush, hush, hush," he coos, a hand sliding under my shirt to grip my titty. "Give it a moment and you will be fine."

     "I know," I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder and letting my arms hang limp in his lap. "So I get to just nap and you'll work?"

     He lets out a hum, squeezing my breast as his free hand goes back to flipping through the papers he's looking at. "When I am done we will have bathtub sexual relations. It should help with your inflammation. Tomorrow we shall go into town to make sure none of your bodily functions were harmed today."

     I softly nod my head, tingles rattling my spine when Nagato starts sliding his thumb back and forth over my nipple. "Is that your only plan for tomorrow?"

     "No," he answers, the word coming out chipped. "I plan to tie Sasori up like the puppet he is, use Hidan as a personal knife block, and as for Kakuzu... perhaps I'll tie him to a chair and burn a stack of his money in front of him."

     I let out a little giggle, clinging to the material of his Akatsuki cloak. I slowly lift my hips, bouncing on him a few times before I'm rested on his lap again. "Settle yourself, Princess. Take your nap and let me work."

     I nuzzle my head further into his neck, letting out a sigh. "I like you, Nagato."

     "I wish you'd stop saying that."

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[fatherphilia]

nsfw akatsuki headcanons

feeling insane rn. i included orochimaru too cause he was like technically apart of it.. and i just wuv my babygirl.

as always, there’s some problematic content so be careful.

tw. implied cannibalism, manipulation, public sex, drugging, noncon, bondage, period sex, necro, age gap under cut

pain/nagato is an interesting one after all, pain is a corpse for nagato to control but since pain will always be nagato’s favorite vessel, it’s his preferred one to fuck you with. the body is cold, lacking much in the warmth department but it’s desirable all the same.

pain is skilled with his fingers though, there’s no part of his body that nagato isn’t adapt at controlling. his thick digits easily able to reach that pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing stars; his thumb rubbing circles against your clit as he works you through the orgasm.

can’t forget the tongue piercing either. he’s got piercings all over his body but you’d be lying if you said the one on his tongue wasn’t your favorite. the chill of the metal against your warm sex while he’s lapping at your folds drives you crazy.

konan adores sex in nature, something about the feeling of grass or bark against her back while she’s intertwined with her partner gets her going. it’s not uncommon for her to request to be sent on missions with just her partner and no one else. of course, the team hardly suspects it’s for salacious reasons because she keeps a stoic face while asking.

when the coast is clear, she’ll tug her lover into the woods with her. her hands roaming under their partially unzipped cloak to find leverage on their thighs where her fingers are tracing out circles and hearts into their skin.

her nails leave thin scratch marks all across their back while they cling to each other against a tree. her partners hands movingly swiftly between her thighs.

did you know period blood can be used for rituals? hidan certainly knew and he’s very proudly a big fan of period sex. he loves fucking his partner while they’re on their period more than anything. it gets him going to see the way his cock is coated with their blood as he slides in and out of them.

just the sight of their blood smeared across their thighs and his cock is almost too much for him. he’s groaning as his grip tightens around their waist so he could push himself deeper inside. he loves the little squeals he gets in response from just that one movement.

eating his partner out while they’re on his period is also something that he adores. he’s licking and lapping like it’s his last meal and he loves the feeling of their juices mixed with blood dripping down his chin.

itachi likes to blindfold his lover during sex because he thinks it’s a great sign of trust. he loves knowing that they trust him enough that they’d momentarily let their sight be taken away so he could touch them. he can’t deny that the fact that they won’t know what he’s doing next also plays a part in his desire.

to an extent, it also brings him more comfort to know that they’re not watching his every movement and perhaps judging what he does. he feels like this control gives him leeway to work their body in just the right ways without any worry.

he’ll try to surprise them, stroking their entrance before pulling away, leaving the ghost of his touch as he knows they can’t see where he’s gone before he’s just as quick to continue his ministrations and watch the way they jerk in surprise.

sasori is a puppet, he’s got a body he’s built and strewn together himself and when creating his perfect form, he’d considered any genitalia to be unnecessary and an afterthought. he’s certain his skills more than make up for it.

he’s got a million puppets he can control and what better way to use them than on you? he’ll sit across from you on the bed, skillfully moving his fingers to command a wooden hand to stroke the heat between your legs and for anyone to massage and grope your sensitive breasts.

when you’re whining for him to at least use his own hands, he has to chastise you a little bit. you expect him to get get his own fingers soaked? how selfish of you. he’s being generous by letting you play with his puppets like this.

i think deidara’s favorite body part of his is quite easy to guess. there’s nothing that man loves more than his hands which not only create art but are so unique with the mouths placed on either palm. and, since he loves that part of him so much, he loves to use it on you as well.

consider it a treat that he can eat you out while still able to dirty talk. he absolutely adores watching you squirm and moan beneath him as the tongue on his hand licks at your glistening folds. since he’s just using his hands, he has a perfect view of your face as well and the man is get to watch your gasps and moans at his touch.

he loves to overstimulate you as well by using both hands, two is always better than one, right? your body sure seems to think so with the way it’s arching into his touch.

zetsu seems to love you somewhat or rather, half of him loves you and the other half loves the way you taste and smell. he’s always has to be mindful of his actions while fucking you because the temptation to eat and bite is always lingering in the back of his mind.

can’t stand to see any skin exposed on you because he just wants to consume it but he settles for leaving bite marks and thin streaks of blood across your body while he fucks you. really, he expects you to praise him for having such good self control.

just don’t ask him to eat you out because then he really would not be able to contain himself from finally having that taste of you he wants most.

it should come as no surprise that kisame loves to fuck in bodies of water be it river, pool or a small bath. the water is like home to him and so he shares it with you during your most intimate moments. thankfully, if you can’t swim, he keeps a firm grip on you to keep you afloat.

the man loves the weightlessness of your bodies in the water even though he can easily lift you up anyways. although, he sometimes can’t help himself from dragging you underwater with him as he kisses and thrusts up into you just to watch you gasp and pull him up for air seconds later.

definitely a biter as well, this man is obsessed with leaving bite marks all along your neck and breasts. he just needs to be able to mark his territory and his sharp teeth make it quick and easy to stake his claim on you.

kakuzu has no intentions of settling down anytime soon and so he takes to fucking prostitutes he finds in nearby villages. the man is quick to abuse his status and fear as an akatsuki member to avoiding paying any girl he’s pulled for a night.

he’ll take any woman stupid enough to think he’d truly pay her for her time. he’s rough with them all, digging his hands into their hips so hard that it leaves bruises and thrusting his cock up into their mouth till they’re gagging. it’s not like they have much power to oppose his brutal treatment anyways.

when he’s done with them. having then spent and aching, their body left in marks that could only be done by a man truly wishing to cause them pain; he finally simply leaves them where he found them.

when obito is using his “tobi” persona, he likes to play innocent and naive to get someone into just the position he likes. he’ll claim to have lost something in a deep secluded area and that he really really wants them to come help him find it!

it’s too late by the time they’re bending over to pick up nothing more than a piece of trash. he’s already dropped his persona and his hands are gripping their hips and forcing them on to the ground with relative ease while he tears at their clothes.

he’s eerily silent while fucking them, not even making a motion to silence his victim as they hiccup through tears and beg for him to stop. a few grunts here and there but he won’t answer any of their pleas with a response and much like kakuzu, he has no qualms about just leaving them there when he’s done.

orochimaru gets what he wants by drugging anyone he desires. he’s particularly fond of ninjas who’ve just hit 18 and believe themselves to be untouchable and respected in their newfound adulthood. to him, it’s fun to break them down with just a few injections.

he gets them to the point where they’re hardly conscious and willing to do anything he likes so he can slide his cock between their lips while they do absolutely nothing to resist. he thinks of them as nothing more than dolls at his will at this point, they’re hardly able to make their own decisions.

he’ll play with them, let them reach the cusps of consciousness so they can fight and scream before he’s injecting them something else so they’re perfectly submissive for him once more.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Hey, can I ask for a Nagato x femdom s/o pegging, with him being an overstimulated pillow prince and getting much love 🥺

Poor baby needs more love

Thank you!

My Pillow Prince ( Sub! Nagato x Fem Dom! Reader)

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Fandom: Naruto

Rated: M

Warnings: anal, strap-on use, pegging,sub x dom dynamics, 18+ content in general

Admin Harmony🐯: I never get any Naruto requests so it is nice to get some every once in awhile especially since I am back on my Naruto shit as of late. So I might just write random posts about Naruto until I get requests for them. :) Anyways Hope you enjoy this!

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"You don't need to worry, all you have to do is just relax and trust me." You were always so sweet to him, and also very encouraging. You always made sure he was loved and cared for, especially since he deserved it. 

"Just relax and  let me indulge you, you don't need to do anything." 

Your words were calming, but there was still a something inside of him that made him a bit antsy, 

"Nagato, I can see it on your face that you are still nervous. Do you trust me? Tell me yes or no." 

Nagato blushed deeply, his voice stuttering, " O-of course I trust you, with all of my heart and soul." You gently pushed him onto the bed, your soft hands cupping his cheek lovingly, smiling down at him. "I am so glad to hear it, then please, strip for me and let me take you slowly and lovingly." He nodded his head, a tiny smile  appeared on his face, signaling that he completely trusts you. 

"I will, for you my dearest." You watched him as he stood up from the bed, unraveling every piece of fabric that he had on, his face turned a light shade of pink, embarrassed to be fully exposed and vulnerable to you.

"You look so handsome, now lay on the bed and watch me strip." As obedient as he was, he did just that, his eyes locked on you as he watched you strip your clothes, revealing your pretty lace panty and bra set, unbeknownst to him that you were already wearing your strap under your panties.  You took a few steps forward to him, who was sitting on the edge of bed, stunned to see how gorgeous you looked. "You look outstanding, like an angel in the sky." He reached out his hand to touch you until you lightly slap is hand away, "Ah ah ah, what did i say before?" You pushed him down the bed, now straddling him. You heard a gasp of air coming from  Nagato, feeling the hard strap through the thin lace of your panties that was now rubbing against his hardening cock. "I said to let me indulge you, not the other way around. I want you to sit back and let me make you cum." 

"Y-yes ma'am." 

"Good boy." 

You slowly move your hips forward, grinding your fake cock against his boner, you begin to hear him whimper out in pleasure as his arousal begin to grow.  You picked up the pace, your movements became more aggressive as you watched his face distort with pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, you definitely deserve everything that's coming, my dear." You moved your panties to the side, revealing your thick silicone dildo that strapped beautiful to your pelvis. Nagato couldn't help but stare lovingly at it, he knew exactly what was coming and just the thought of it made his cock leak with need. You leaned over to your nightstand, picking up a bottle of lube that was right next to your bed. "Spread your legs for me, let me see every inch of you." He did just that, he spread his legs wide, exposing himself completely for you.

You begin to put a generous amount of lube into your hand, coating your fake length, stroking it, never breaking eye contact with him. His whole body was beginning to turn a shade of pink from sure arousal. He was desperate for you to fuck him, and he wanted it now. His whimper begin to become more audible, "P-please…" He begin to whine, his cock now profusly  leaking with pre-cum, 

"Shhh shhh It's going to be okay, you know this. Now, let me prep you next."  You took another generous amount of lube, rubbing your hands together, making sure your fingertips were soaked. "I'm going to start prepping you, just relax for me." You warned him, you heard him take a deep breath as you inserted a finger inside of his hole. You could already feel his asshole clenching around your finger, you couldn't help but chuckle. You gently pumped your finger in and out him, listening to his erotic whines escaped his lips.  His butthole begin to stretch for you, you then inserted two other fingers inside of  him, pumping them a faster. 

Your expert fingering skills were becoming too much for Nagato, he was now on the brink of insanity, he needed you right here right now. "P-p-lease take me, y/n! I need you!" He whined out for you. 

"Shh shh shh, I know you do baby, remember this is all for you. You know I will take good care of you." You leaned forward to give a kiss on the cheek.  You then take your soaked fingers out of him, hearing him cry out in desperation, needing to be filled by you. 

You gripped your cock, aligning it along with Nagato's hole, you begin to gently insert yourself inside of him. Taking your time to do so to make sure you wouldn't hurt him. You could visibly see his face distort from agony to pure bliss as he felt your cock stretching him and filling him up completely. "Y-yes… please more…. please!"

 He begged you as you began to slowly thrust yourself into him. "You look so pretty under me." You chuckled over him, you then took your dominant hand, and began to stroke his cock, making sure the strokes were insync with your thrusts. You begin to hear a loud cacophony of moans and whimpers escaping his lips as you lavishly make love to him. 

"You're doing so good for me, you're such a good boy."  You said as you continued to pleasure him. watching him slowly unraveling below you.  His cock was hot and heavy, you could feel it pulsating around your hand, as you continued to milk him.

"I-i don't know if I can do this… ahhh!" He cried out, tears beginning to form from his eyes. 

"Yes you can, my love you can handle it a little bit longer." You begin to pick up  the pace of your thrusts, along with your strokes. Nagato was practically crying out from the overstimulation, which you enjoyed watching him. "You're doing so good, don't come just yet. Just a little bit longer." You leaned forward to kiss his tears away before picking up the pace of your thrusts, fucking him hard and thorough, After a couple of more minutes, you could feel his cock twitching furiously in your hand, signaling that he was about to come. 

"Y-y/n p-please,,, I-i need to-!" He cried out, the erotic pain was too much for him, he was so sensitive to you lavishing him he couldn't help but  come seconds later. His cock spurting strings of cum all over your hand, and chest. Hearing him cry out in pleasure was music to your ears.

You continued to thrust and stroke him while he came, watching him scream with intense pleasure from his orgasm and the overstimulation. "You're such a good boy. You look so gorgeous cumming everywhere." You praised him, slowing your pace down as you finished riding out his orgasm. You carefully took yourself out of him, wiping his cum that was on your hand on the bed sheet. You watched as Nagato slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the pounding that you had given him and the amazing orgasm that came with it..  You placed your hand on his cheek, smiling down at him as he slept peacefully. 

He deserved it, afterall.

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Hᴏᴡ ⵊ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀᴇss ɪʀʟ

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Deidara - Dresses like an Edgar who does art. I js know he has those shiny ass belts and pants to his fuckin knees. First photo is canon, it’s the first post on his Insta. His closet is black and white, and he never leaves the house without the gold chain.

Itachi - He likes sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatpants. I feel like he gravitates more towards dark colors, specifically dark reds, blues, browns and blacks. Also he likes gray sweatpants 😏. He wears minimal silver jewelry so just thin rings and one or two necklaces. When it gets hot he just wears short sleeves (a lot of white tshirts)

Hidan - Button ups and and jeans. The way he dresses kinda gives dad vibes but he doesn’t care bc it’s easy and put together without looking super formal. This man also doesn’t get cold so in the winter he might throw on a think jacket but usually he sticks with short sleeves.

Konan - Business casual chic, typa look. Like Pein, she knows she's important and wants to look the part. I can see her wearing lots of blacks and whites, but she likes to throw in fun colors (esp purples) and accessories as well. She's so pretty

Kisame - He loves turtle necks omgg! Matches them with dress pants and a thin belt. Like Itachi he likes darker colors. Heavy on the black and navy blue clothing though. He also likes more fitted shirts. It makes him look put together but casual all the same and he likes that, also makes him look hot which he likes as well

Sasori - His outfits are pretty casual, just jeans, a plain colored shirt (sometimes his shirt will have design but if it does its subtle), and a jacket. Always a jacket, he doesn't leave the house without one. His favorite is this red jacket that matches the color of his hair perfectly. Silver necklaces and simple silver rings.

Pein - Always dressed for business. He's a suit and tie guy 24/7 typa guy, but sometimes he'll take of his suit jacket and unbutton a button or two on his shirt and loosen his tie and jesus does he look goodddd. He also wears silver rings, however his are 100% real silver

Tobi - Colorful cyber y2k. He can match any color together and make it look good, its insane. Likes blingy ass belts and has his ears pierced (they got infected within two weeks of getting them done because he didn’t take care of them properly). Very fun fits overall!

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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 42: Nobody

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Summary of chapter: Are angels big or are they small?

Author's Note: Please note that the first section of this chapter has slightly sexual discussions. The song for this chapter is Nobody by Mitski.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Deidara exhales through his nose as steam slowly flushes his face and cleans his poor, clay-grubby pores. He’s sitting on a smooth, flat rock beside a clear hot spring, a knee to his chest and a towel over his loins. And though he’s released breath already, he audibly sighs. So calm...so relaxing…

So insufferably boring.

“I have a question…” he drawls, and Kisame immediately feels his brow twitch in annoyance. “Is she...? Oh, how do I put this…?” A few seconds of silence, a rub of his chin, for nothing but the drama. “...Do you think Takara-chan’s ever...been with someone...un?”

Hoshigaki Kisame has not had a vacation in five years. Five. He has counted them. And leaving the land of water hardly even counts towards that. There is one and only one, that is singular, reason leaving the girl alone was fine to do and that is that he can have a good soak, a strong drink, and momentarily have a mere semblance of peace. He is going to continue to keep his eyes shut, arms stretched on either side to line the edge of the spring he’s emerged in, and he is going to ignore what has just been said.

But Deidara, to everyone’s regret, is nearly as clever at being impossible to ignore as Tobi is.

“Hmm...?” he hums, looking between the three men sharing the bathhouse with him. All of them have their lids pulled down; perhaps they all happened to fall asleep right at the same time? But no. One of them is wavering. The artist says his name and eggs him on.

“Kisame. You’ve been with her longer than I.” And the shark’s mouth can’t help but stretch, edges of teeth peeking past frowning lips. “You have to agree with me here...she’s just a bit too innocent. Right?”

…

Despite his better judgment, the swordsman cracks open his eyes. A twinge of purple dusts his pale blue cheeks, and not just because he’s in a hot bath.

“...I don’t see why wondering is any of your business,” Kisame retorts.

“It’s not,” Deidara admits with a shrug, lowering his knee and resting his palms on the stone. “But it is a curiosity. So? What do you think?”

“I think it’s about as apt to ask you if you’ve ever had sex.”

“Hey!” It’s not an exclamation, but rather a plea to ask Kisame to chill— a subtle implication it’s not Deidara that’s acting rash here but the kiri-nin. “Firstly, I never specified sex! Secondly…” he shrugs again. “...Sure, much as the next guy...but I have no pretenses. How do I put this…?” A finger taps his chin and Kisame couldn't narrow his eyes any more without outright closing them again. “She strikes me as...someone who wouldn’t even know what it is, perhaps. Think about it…”

And despite himself, Kisame is.

“...Spending all this time with a bunch of rugged, lonely, male criminals..." the blonde continues, "Choosing to sleep in the open, in front of everyone… I don’t...personally find her alluring,” he lies, “But I can’t help but think if it was intentional, well...the exact intent is obvious. Un.”

Feeling a tightness in his chest, Kisame rolls his shoulders and leans his head further back, broad neck facing the wood board ceiling. How does one defend her...tactfully? It feels past the point of return; silence would not disengage, certainly it has failed up to this point.

“I think…” he mutters, feeling steam further heat the high points of his cheekbones. “...She has no intent such as that,” he answers honestly. The exact details, however, of the day he wondered a variation of Deidara's question himself will be kept to himself. “We’re all she has. It makes sense that she wants us nearby. You know that, don’t you?” And he cocks his head up, lopsided, challenging grimace growing on the left side of his face as a thought crosses his mind. “Aren’t you the one who insists on sleeping in that chair across her?”

“For her protection,” the younger man responds, brushing away a drop of water that was irritating the sewn lips above his heart. Regardless of whether or not his coolness is a facade, a reaction such as this is irritating as hell to Kisame. The older one snorts.

“You look more like a lost puppy sleeping by her feet!”

“Oh please…!”

The condensation, by this point, at least somewhat obscures the only man in the room who has the real answer. Kakuzu sits in the corner, hair down and stitches out, basically only here out of stubbornness when everyone else walked in after he and made themselves home. He should have left while he had a chance. However…

His brow furrows over green, wary eyes.

Perhaps it is best he sticks around for a conversation like this, however rude and uncomfortable it may be. Keep a gauge on what sort of— ironically— “intent” these other men may have. She’s a smart girl, but in some ways...he’s really her only defense in this world. The truth...is somehow both yes and no. Yes that she’s innocent. No that...well...

...You know.

“Maybe she’s interested in others...more like her?” Deidara suggests next, playfulness dripping from his voice, enjoying so very much how he can make the big mean giant squirm , however slightly. “Maybe she just prefers women.”

“And?” the shark asks back. “Why would you care?”

“Why do you care?” the iwa-nin counters with a sly smirk. Kisame isn’t playing that game.

“You’re no better than a five year old…” he mutters, and without another word to add, wrings out a towel and puts it over his eyes, saying ‘fuck you’ in all but literal speech.

Relief quietly eases Kakuzu’s heavy lungs. Less they go on about this, the better. At least the loudmouth isn’t here to fall for the blonde’s trap—

“Hey, Hidan!”

Kakuzu’s eyes pop wide as hell and look to the bath entrance. A towel over his shoulder, the devil has walked in and has a long, drawn out questioning hum on the back of his tongue. Deidara’s smirk widens.

Shit.

“We’re trying to figure out…” the artist begins, and Kakuzu can only pray Hidan can feel his eyes holding him by the neck and threatening death. “You think the lady’s ever fucked?”

Kisame sits straight up, covering flying off his face and splashing into the water. “That is NOT what you asked me, you pesky little—!”

“Kisame thinks no,” Deidara answers for him, ignoring the bared teeth. “I’m sort of in the middle...can see it either way. So? You got a vote, un?”

Hidan—!

The reaper blinks his magenta eyes. All of Kakuzu’s hearts sink as he...begins...to smirk. “I don’t know…” You motherfucking bitch and bastard— “Does eating out her pussy count?”

Absolute dead silence. The ragdoll feels his skin crawl, so much so he flashes a glance down to confirm it is literally, throwing one hand onto the other’s wrist to keep the threads inside him instead of throwing fists in rage. And then—

A tsk.

Deidara has rolled his eyes...and Kisame’s expression is closer to annoyed than carrying seething, knightly fury. Kakuzu doesn’t believe in a higher power but he abruptly feels a rush of gratitude for the idea of luck. They don’t believe him…! He...— Hidan is simply so crass and shoots off his mouth so goddamn much that they...can’t tell he’s being serious...!

It doesn’t last. Kakuzu can see the blonde’s lips begin to part, readying his next statement. Who knows what he could say, get this asshole to talk himself into a corner without realizing? Shit...does he even know? Know what trouble he’s about to make for her?!

One thing is clear: this could get off the rails fast. The old man has to say something, anything, to keep everyone in their place and leave the bullshit behind...lest a good woman is left ashamed and embarrassed:

“I suppose if someone were to know, it’d be him,” Kakuzu grumbles with as much casual humor as he can from his corner. “He’ll put his mouth on anything. Just ask him how it tasted to put my dick into his throat.”

One truth offsets another, and just like that, both are nothing more than lies. Kisame sputters a deep, hearty laugh as the reaper gets his comeuppance, and Hidan gets red in the face.

“KAKUZU!!!”

Well...that went as well as he expected. Amusement had, Deidara shifts his attention to the last one in the room, black ponytail undone and mouth just barely above the water.

“And?” he prods the Uchiha, a bit more sharpness in his tone than he had for the others. “What do you think?”

One, single eye opens. It is bright red. “No.”

“No as in...no she hasn’t...or...no as in you’re not answering?”

…

The eye slowly shuts. Deidara exhales. He at least gets to wear a satisfied smirk now, feeling the humidity on his skin as Hidan babbles on and on in the background like running water. Not too quiet now.

“I would not, DO NOT, put my mouth on 'ANYTHING!' What do you mean by that?! I thought we were COOL! I’ll put my mouth on your NECK you fucking—”

Yes...Deidara meditates, closing his own eyes, too. He can finally, really relax...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

To hear sounds of people

To hear sounds of people

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Are you sure about this?" Konan asks.

"Yes," he answers, voice light and weak from travel. An emaciated hand, skin so thin you can see blue veins underneath, drifts away from her touch, put overtop of the blanket that covers his fragile body. He can see it in her eyes, though. She is not convinced.

"I know…” he rasps, “This is a risk." He tells her this, before he can be scolded with it. "I'm willing to take it. Now please..."

Her brow curls and eyes soften. The lit candle on the back wall drifts a circular aura, and she tilts towards him in such a way that this glow centers behind her lowered head.

"Let me rest..." his voice fades.

The worried guardian takes an inhale through her nose. To doubt his judgment now isn't even a choice. To abide isn't a matter of if but how. She rises from his bedside and he sees her look to her right. Pain and her stare at one another tor a long moment. He doesn't quite know why, as they have the same eyes, same heart, same mind...and she knows it. He has a guess, though.

She blinks and nods to the corpse of her friend as if it is alive, as if it is a separate soul rather than a vessel of God's will. Ever so patient and kind...the body nods back. One more second of her stern glance and the woman shuts the door on her way out.

The body looks down to the soul, rings centered on a ghostly pale shape upon his bed. Pain kneels by his own side and begins his work.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Pain gets up from his chair. There is no pardoning of himself— there is no one above him to grant such a thing. He simply picks up his bowl after staring at it with his big, ringed eyes...and leaves. Despite the fact that it was common some time ago in this house to just take your meal away as soon as it was ready… Well… She doesn’t know. It feels different now, is all.

Maybe it’s because it leaves her alone with someone who’s not said a single word.

Her gaze that followed the leader all the way to the dining room entry now lingers its path backwards, falling upon another woman with a rather serious expression. She looks so small across the table, seated down and arms by her sides. Eye contact is inevitably made. The performer notices the eyeshadow that matches the angel’s hair and hopes that it’s a hint of some form of humanity. She flashes a smile, one that flinches back as quickly as it came. With a single blink, orange eyes break away and look down at her still untouched food.

And the host blinks a few times herself, lashes fluttering away awkward feelings.

“I...hope,” she says quietly, unwilling to ask so much as her name. They said it, she thinks, but hasn't quite remembered. “That I’m a good host.”

And she watches the first mate’s gaze flicker back up, just enough to acknowledge. Blue strands drift past her forehead as the head they're upon dips politely. Lips stay sealed well after Konan picks her own bowl up and follows the suit of her captain. Soon as she's out of sight, the performer exhales, nice and loud, not knowing what to feel or do.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Did its people want too much, too?

Did its people want too much?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The rest of the day goes as gawkily as you'd expect. The intended effect was likely...meditative, and it some ways it was. ...But at some point quiet fades out of thought and into heightened, uncomfortable awareness...and then back into thought...then back into awareness.

A tide, in-out, in-out.

She’s kind of used to it by this point, that sort of pattern haunting the narrative.

She had a dream last night she doesn't remember, not very well. Something about what makes up his piercings, something about orange and red. Hands, of course— always with the hands. God above— the traveler asks, glancing wearily up to the ceiling— who does not exist, cannot hear her...are you the progenitor of these visions? And are they real or is she just crazy?

More importantly, however...is there a fucking difference?

The perspective leadership takes, however, is that he is backing off just enough so she can feel his presence, but not so much it becomes a demand. Passing entries...him past her, her past him... She pulls a book off the shelf and in the second it obscures her vision of him, he is leaving, already half hidden by the doorway. Is she being toyed with? A cat batting a scared mouse? She likes cats but this is a bit ridiculous.

It isn't until the sun starts to set that they have a full conversation again. Two Akatsuki face her, a coffee table and a good helping of tension in between.

"Where do you sleep on this level?" Pain asks more pointedly than he did last night. There’s no reason, not ever, for him to doubt his herald and what she saw, but confirmation comes anyway: the mousy girl squirms a bit in her seat.

Her mouth tightens its lips together...but does not open.

“Well?” a poke, a bat of the paw. She holds her hands on her lap as she sits on the living room couch, fingers fidgeting and trying so very hard not to tear at the cuticles, as she is wont to do under duress she otherwise can hide.

The traveler makes the decision, once again and a day later, that to lie by omission is not truly lying. “Here.”

And hopefully that’s all he needs to know.

…

Seconds pass, enough that the book in the other woman’s painted hands gets her attention once again, orange eyes glancing back down once she’s finished furrowing her brow at Pain. Maybe he doesn’t want to press any more, Konan observes— surely, the girl doesn’t want him to.

…

“Hmph.”

The closest thing Pain does to laughing.

“I can handle a sense of humor…” he nearly purrs, somehow both so serious yet so casual; really says a lot for how in control he always seems to be, of himself, the situation, and all others. “But I do intend to have an answer.”

Konan sees the girl flinch, fingertips raising to brush her throat, just above a rosy broach. You can visibly see her swallow, the lining of the cape moving as she does. The musician calculates that she must finally say what they already know:

"Here as in...in the living room," she admits, the last words so quiet out of some sort of shame. And that’s right. On the very couch she sits, bare branches in the window behind her head that match the ones at the bottom of her dress. Day and night, no matter, this is where she dwells. The fingertips rub a bit more, and there’s again fluttering of the lashes to blink away nerves as she waits for his response.

It should be an obvious one, really.

"I propose you find a bedroom to stay in."

And yet she cannot abide. Not without explaining herself. "...But— but I like the living room." This, of course, prompts equally obvious question:

"Why?"

That’s just the heart of the matter, really. One traveler facing two gods across the coffee table, still tactlessly littered with her few possessions, it stares her in the face. Gold evening light streams down as if to highlight them, the bits of pink on her bag now a shade of red-brown as the color of wood and sunset refracts and dyes stray dust motes. Fire...it reminds her of...the fire from her dream. And the color of fire reminds her of hands.

Her father sat her in church one day and she noticed the way stained glass set the room ablaze, just with no smoke nor heat. A marble idol stretched his arms side to side, as if he was the harbinger of what she had seen, this holy and cleansing light that made it hard to see anything else. “Pray with me,” her father said. And she did, only noticing an angel in the corner of the mosaic once her eyes were almost shut.

The memory fades and she's at least somewhat back to real life. Shoulders go up...shoulders go down. "So I can feel...watched,” she answers, like in confession, her eyes stuck above the two beings instead of straight towards, lest her eyes burn. “Protected. I'm afraid of being left alone again."

Again.

Again.

Again.

The word repeats each time she, somehow and some way, knows what she looked like on that beach, waiting to die. Again, again, again...steps further, and further, and further away, staring at her own back and the ocean only bound by the line of the horizon. The sky was as red that evening as it was when she woke up her last real morning.

There’s a deep, unending well of sympathy in this man she sits beside, Konan knows. She can see it now in his holy eyes, with the slightest twitch of his lip— wouldn’t even know it was there if not for the piercings underneath, ever so minutely bumped as he allows self control to slip. It’s the most beautiful thing about him.

He’d never agree, but it is.

"Then I'm going propose something more...specific,” Pain says, and his deep voice is so, so saturated with his merciful love. It’s contradiction to what he says next makes it all the more shocking. “Konan shall stay with you."

Two gasps, from one woman and shortly after...the other. "Konan"...the performer feels on the back of her tongue. That's her name...Konan. On the other side of the room, orange widens, focused askance to her partner. They had talked about her situation since last night, yes...but they didn't talk about this. The leader is absolutely and utterly unfazed, even if he recognizes the doubt in his loyal angel’s eyes. "Another of the same gender. That's more suitable a living arrangement, isn't it?"

And perhaps it is, if you look at it from a certain angle. Now that so many people are here, the rooms with doors, pair by pair, have become scarce. To keep her dignity...if the performer must have a room...it makes the most sense that the only two women of this base occupy the same space. However...—

"I. I don't." She doesn't even know her…! In a wild fashion her stare bounces back and forth between the lord of the manor and her proposed, mysterious roommate. There’s at least an idea of what baggage the others carry: Deidara could set off a bomb, Itachi could put you to sleep, Hidan could talk your ear off…

But this lady?!

The performer can feel her eyes shake in her sockets.

...This lady could be anyone or anything. Surely it isn’t by accident she’s said not a single word. Even now...even now…!

But the woman’s answer must not come off so unkindly, lest she bite the hand that feeds. "I don't mind...the others."

Perhaps even this was a mistake, as the resulting action the other woman takes— how few there have been— is so very abrupt. Her bangs whip so sharply, the urgency that turns her head, and it’s an emotion shared by the expression she wears. Let me. Please…!

A long, long stare— one cold and calm and one fiery and passionate—...and Pain nods. Konan is allowed to speak her mind. With that, she turns her countenance back to the civilian, a furrow in her brow and a frown between her lips. "...I think you should," the angel advises.

It had been so long since the performer heard her voice...literal seasons ago, more than half a rotation of the Earth around the Sun if this place works the same way as her old home. An ear so attuned, so practiced at this point as a means of survival, cannot help but notice how...nicely it sounds. That is...alongside his. She looks at them both as they look at her. It’s like they switched color pallets; orange hair above cool-toned eyes, and periwinkle hair above irises that are warm. Two voices so deep and soothing and unearthly in their own rights, so regal, so...— yes...the lady’s voice, too, is commanding! More subtly so, but even back then, her sitting in front of the performer in the bar…

Even then, the angel commanded her attention and got exactly what she wanted.

And now she and the Akatsuki leader look at the musician, both at once, and ask her to be more concerned. The hypocrisy is hard to ignore: If she should be more worried about the people she surrounds herself with...then why was she forced to live with the likes them? The performer doesn’t find a way, not fast enough, to put this so politely that it’s not like she’s laying her neck down on a butcher’s block. As such, the decision is made in the absence of her own spoken opinions.

"I'll make it bearable," Konan promises. And even though it wasn’t the way she intended...— "It was... my idea to ask you to." Just not yet. Full lips upon a gorgeous face pull up by the corners, and again without her own choice, the performer’s expression shifts too. It even sticks around once Konan goes back to her typical, neutral visage. "At least...consider my space yours,” the cloaked woman offers. “For your things. For a place to be away. I can't assume you never want to be alone… You can use it for that."

But there’s one thing that baffles the traveler. It bugs her and bothers even though if it were her on that side of the room instead, she’d offer the same thing. "But...what about you?" The answer is simple, so as to be undeniable. "I'll be fine."

Does that mean Konan won't be there when the performer is, or that she might as well not exist?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She's running again, like she did when she ran away from the Akatsuki. Hands reaching, chasing from behind, always catching up and brushing her skin, and her own hands are hot and sticky. A sharp pain in her leg and she falls down.

The sky is red in her dream. Maybe it's not even the sky. Blood is shed and it melts upward from an empty eyesocket, her mouth gaped in horror as she looks to watch her flesh melt away. Feet stand around, and she is circled and entrapped.

Her breath chokes as she abruptly wakes up. Quickly glances side to side, finding no one is there right next to her as she had imagined... Dear god. Shit...! Desperate fingers drip her own shoulders as she gasps for air, trying to calm herself down. She has to recompose. But the threat of what will happen if she can't therefore, ironically, makes it an even steeper hill to climb.

Her grimace flinches, pressing her cheeks…once…twice…three times…

Exact seconds unknown, but enough time has passed for her to know, with certainty, that she needs to not be alone, no matter the cost.

The lost, vulnerable stranger hears the sound of a door closing right around when she gets halfway up the stairs, and it nearly makes her jump. Someone is up at this hour…? She isn't sure whether to be grateful or feel cursed. A moment of purposeful hesitation, lest she alert of her presence before she is ready, and the woman finishes her ascent. The halls are woven through and she arrives, just in time, to see a brightness underneath the righthand door flicker away. The lady, then... That's the one who was just up. Ironic, maybe, given the earlier invitation.

Konan sees the shadow of her feet under the slim slit of the bedroom door, even before she knocks. A hand with a white ring lowers from the back of her head, having not yet unwound the bun in her hair. A few seconds later, she opens the entry just a sliver, just enough to get a peek, and it makes her eye widen.

“I…” the girl stammers in front of Konan. “I...!” 

It's quite a sight, despite it being a possibility for her to come tonight. The performer’s eyes are hidden, a hand clasped to her chest, teeth gritting. A nightgown pale as the moon falls from her shoulders. Ever so slightly, you can see her breath as fog.

Unfortunately, Konan’s stare is just a second too long. As soon as she starts to open the door wider, the performer feels a strike of panic race her heart. It is abruptly decided that merely seeing another person was enough, if even needed at all. Shame overtakes, and every muscle freezes. Guilt overpowers purpose the more she is seen.

“I'm sorry.”

And inexplicably, as she turns to leave—

“Wait.”

Step, step…stop. Hunched shoulders abide by the command, though she still faces her direction of escape. Konan herself…feels vulnerable. She is here, nearly alone but not quite, a stranger in a strange land with an unfamiliar view out the window and a foreign taste in the air. Konan is unsettled…but she’s used to being unsettled. At least…more than this one is. 

What has not been spoken is how suspicious the angel of the front row is, has been since the day she drew the performer in to face Pain's scrutiny. Who is she? What is she doing here? What is her intent and purpose? That’s a big part of why Konan had planned to keep the woman close. As a guardian, standing at the gates between the rest of the world and her god, the spear of judgment has rested easily between her gripping palms. And yet…

And yet.

In a factual way…it cannot be denied. This person in contrast, entirely alone. Konan remembers her songs, her yearning for something…better. To escape the terrors that had become even worse for being mundane. The musician had failed her mission, when they first met; her job was to give the audience something no one else could ever comprehend. Like a code or a poem…the exact turns of phrase were replaceable. What it meant…was something the angel could grasp. So a sliver of what she feels for the performer really is, sincerely, a kind of mercy. 

“Come here.” Unlike how Pain talks, it feels less like a demand and more like advice. The woman looks over her shoulder to evaluate this response.

A glance up…a glance down…and the performer decides it is in her best interest to take it. She steps in as Konan steps back, and glancing side to side, the girl in a nightgown finds her place to hide.

Konan pretends to sleep tonight, as the mouse insists to curl up in the corner so as to not take too much space. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The owner of this house whispers it, over and over, until it is clear that Konan expects no prayer, no indulgence to pay her way into this room. If she were really sorry, she’d leave. And so her presence is a reply in itself. Perhaps it's worth forgiving, no comment needed to absolve her of sin.

Konan pretends to be asleep, as she lays on a bed so cold and unfamiliar, because she is not used to being small. Not for anyone else but her lord. What could make someone simultaneously want to be in her presence so, so desperately...yet instill that they are unworthy. She is not privy to a conversation from long, long ago, another planet away:

“Why don't we pray to the angels, too?” the woman someone named Takara once asked her dad, skipping a step to catch up to much larger feet uncaring to slow down. Too-loose maryjanes nearly trip as they hop off the curb of the sidewalk. Her father does not look at her.

“The angels…” he answers casually, as all dads know everything, “Are sent down by God. Only he commands them. We don’t get to do that.”

“B-but..." a small, earnest child pressed, "We ask God to do things, and then the angels do things for him—”

“I don’t want you to question it anymore. You’ll get it when you’re older.”

And she never did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[thebloodredraven]

Hello! What kind of kinks do you think Nagato is into? How is he like in the nsfw department 👀👀

Another Nagato anon:

I have so many different ideas for this boy that I don't even know where to start 😰 Can I get some sfw+nsfw dating hcs with a fem reader? I get romantic, soft, sub vibes from him, what do you think? 🥺

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), body dysmorphia

SFW:

I have it in my head that he's never thought about his own beauty. Like ever. It's not a thought that crosses his mind because he's not living the type of life where he would actually care. So when he gets a partner that's constantly calling him gorgeous or handsome or any other pet name related to his looks, he doesn't necessarily know how to respond.

At first, he's very uncomfortable. It makes him actually pay attention to what he looks like in comparison to those around him. He's gone from never thinking about it or hearing anyone mention how he looks to hearing it all the time. Even if it is out of love, it's jarring.

After he has a weird reaction to it one time, you'd have to reassure him that it's okay to feel good about how he looks. It's not exactly an insecurity, but it's an unfamiliarity.

He's the type to tell you how you make him feel and take note of your actions.

"You didn't have to do that but thank you." "You're so sweet to me." "You make this world kinder." "I would have never thought about it that way, but you're such a great thinker. Nothing holds you back." "There's no limit to your light."

He's gentle when handling you. He knows you're not made of glass, but he knows he's capable of great violence and never wants to mistakenly hurt you.

Biiiig cuddler. He craves physical affection more than he'll ever let on, but he appreciates it when you let him drag you into his room just to lay down and curl his small body around you.

Forehead kisses, eyelid kisses, butterfly kisses, temple kisses, kisses kisses kisses. Give him lots of kisses or else

NSFW:

Clingy boi. Stressed boi. Will deadass come to you after a hard day and just want to lay down with his face buried in your tits. I hope you peed beforehand cause you'll be there a while. Didn't get a chance to shower before he's clinging to you? Oh well, he kinda likes the smell of sweaty boobs

World hard and cold, tiddy warm and soft

Consent king. "Can I touch you here?" "Do you like this?" "Can I push it in?" "Do you think you can take me yet?"

He's not that experienced, but he's a pleaser and therefore a fast learner. Loves making you feel good and will do anything to satisfy you

He's analytical. He'll keep his eyes on you while he's knuckle deep inside of you and study the way your body moves -- how your hips fight to roll against his hand despite him straddling your thighs to keep you pinned down. When he moves his fingers just a bit up...right there...a little harder, he takes note of exactly where to touch you to get you to keep making those pretty, pretty sounds

He's intuitive, but he gets off on making you use your words to order him around, even when you're too frazzled to think of a coherent sentence

He likes foreplay more than he does the act of having sex. He'd much rather spend hours using his tongue and fingers to service you than have any sort of attention on himself.

And if you want to use his dick as your own personal toy, he's more than happy to lay back and let you do what you want to him. He physically cannot come until he's sure you've used him to your liking, and he'd have it no other way

Will purposefully spend too much time kissing and licking every inch of skin around your thighs, your ass, and your lips until you're whining and trying to push his head to where you really want him to be. He's absolutely a sub and doesn't bother being anything other than that, but he knows how to get what he wants, too. You told him to make you feel good, not how long he should take doing it

Crush his head with your thighs. Believe me, he doesn't care about breathing or drowning

[lovers-in-love-around-the-world]

Pain smut

You and Pain were working to find a plan to get the next tails people. You were sitting across from Pain while he was at his desk. You both were talking to each other about other ideas that might be able to work. But nothing was good enough for Pain. He didn’t think any idea was going to work and he was getting frustrated. 

You then sigh and get up from your seat and go over to Pain and wraps your arms his neck.

“You need to calm down. Let’s take a break to clear our mind. We will try again later.” You say and pecks his nose piercing. He sighs and nodes.

“Fine.” He then wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. You smile and continue to peck his face. Trying to calm him down. You knew that he loved when you kissed his face like this. He always relaxes under your kisses but not today.

You then pull away from his face after a while. You then decided on another way to calm him down. You then pecks his neck and slowly started sucking on it.

He didn’t do anything to stop you. He just leaned his head back and let you. He was feeling better but he wanted more. 

After a few marks you then slowly start taking off his outfit. You wanted him to feel better. You were going to make him feel better anyway. You did know that worshipping him always made him feel better too.  

You then trail your hands down his body till you get down to the tent in his underwear that was forming. You then pulls away from neck and then got on your knees in front of him. 

You then took off his underwear and took his cock into your hand. You then took it into your mouth and started sucking him off. He groans and puts his head back. He then puts his hands in your hair and pulls on it. 

You did this for a while, going faster. You knew that he was getting close by the way he bucked his hips and gripped your hair tighter. You then move faster. You then felt him cum into your mouth. You then pull your mouth off of him and swallow his cum.

You felt him smirk while he watched you. You then take off your clothes before getting onto him. You then position his cock below you before slowly going down on it. 

You both groaned while he went into you. You then stopped once he was fully in you. You then put your hands on his shoulders and slowly start going up and down on him. You both groan out. 

You gripped onto your shoulders while he put his hands on your hips to make you go faster. He then puts his head back. Both of you groaned loudly while you rode him. 

After a while you both were getting closer and closer to your climax. You both then finally cum at the same time. He then made you go up and down on him a few more times before he stops and pants. 

You then get off of him and put on your clothes back on. He does too and makes sure that there are no wrinkles on his clothes. 

“Are you feeling better?” You asked and smirked at him. You were about to go back to your seat before he pulled you back into his arms.

“Yes I am. Now sit here and be pretty” He says and puts his face into your neck and relaxes there. 

[ziinesso]

"May my life be sacrificed for you."

His love for you had reshaped him. The devoted altruist was no more. Every action, every thought was tinted with his unconditional feelings. For you, and you alone.

The boundaries of his devotion seemed to have dissolved. They had become insignificant, giving way to emotions he had forgotten. Selfishness. A selfishness fueled by love. A selfishness that thrived on the insignificance the world had become. The world, behind you, had lost its importance.

"May the world be sacrificed for you."

- nagato, obito, itachi (nt) ; ace, corazon (op) ; mitsuya (tr) ; urahara (bl)

[dira333]

Ooooo let’s get a teeny tiny peek at your WIPs 👀 (pretty please)

wow, thanks for asking - of course you can see

not named yet, Tendou x Reader (Haikyuu)

“What do you think Tendou’s girlfriend is going to be like?” Your whole body locks up at the sound, or rather, the question being asked.  “Well, she’s French, right? So she’s probably really arrogant. Pretty too.”

2. not named yet, Midorima x Reader (KNB)

“What’s your problem?”  Ridiculous green eyes lift to look at you. “What?” “What’s your problem?” You repeat, your tone a little sharper now. “You think you’re too good for me?” “Ah,” the girl on his right turns around, “Midorima-kun probably didn’t hear-”

3. not named yet, Amajiki x Reader (MHA)

“Amajiki, right?” You call his name softly, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here to help you become better and your costume is important. This is a work in progress, so we start with what you already have in mind and work our way up. Let us start with something easy. What’s your favorite color?” His eyes flicker up to yours, just for a second, before he pulls back into himself. “Purple,” he finally offers and you nod and write it down. “That’s a great start. Okay, can you name some Heroes who you feel have great costumes? There are no wrong answers here.”

4. not named yet, Nagato (Pain) x Reader (Naruto)

You’re not sure what woke you up when you blink the sleep from your eyes. The numbers on your alarm clock glow a soft red in the dark, telling you it’s barely past three in the morning. The bed is warm and you don’t have to be up for another three hours, so you bury yourself in your pillows only to look up again when you realize something’s missing. Or rather, someone. You raise your head and listen. Faintly, you can hear some shuffling.  “Nagato?” You ask into the dark. “Are you up?” “No, I’m sleepwalking.” 

then there are my long fics that I'm working on - Shibi x Reader, Ibiki x Reader and Midoriya Izuku x Reader (Naruto, Naruto and MHA) and some more long fics that are currently sidelinded.

So yeah...

oh, if someone wants to be tagged in one of the things, let me know

And thanks for asking, anon!

[13as07]

Object #1

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to sajol201460]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,228

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I have no relational explanation for this short series besides the reoccurring thought of being the akatsuki's free-use doll so sorry not sorry

Characters: Pain/Nagato, Konan, and Sasori

Sadism (biting, choking, hair pulling, slapping)

Blood Play (licking up blood)

Nicknames: Princess, Good Girl, Master, Sir, Lap Dog, Mutt, Puppet

Domination (varies levels)

Oral/Fingering

Cock-warming

Degrading (object, cumdump, whore, bitch, dumb, disgusting)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Bondage (wrist restraints)

Creampie/Cum Shot

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The feeling of teeth grazing my inner thigh roughly snaps me out of sleep. "Who's..." I start, my head still foggy with sleep. My hands sink down my body, being met with a head of hair as I try to push the person off of me.

"Knock it off, Princess," Nagato's voice rings out before his teeth sink back into the tissue of my leg.

As the fog of sleep slips away, my senses start to wake up, painting the unseen picture in the dark room. My thighs tingle in pain, a promise that Nagato has been nibbling at them for a while. His arms are wrapped around my legs, keeping them in place as he does as he pleases.

His room is mostly silent, the only noise being the suction of his mouth on my skin. I shouldn't call it his room, it's our room - unofficially. I don't have a room in the hideout; another degrading reminder that I'm not viewed as a person by its members. I'm not a person here, I'm an object, something to be used as wanted by the murderous group.

Nagato's jaw relaxes for a second, a gentle kiss being pressed into me before his teeth clamp down on the same spot. The warmth of my blood trickles out this time, proof that my skin has been ripped by our lovely leader. Their leader.

I do not leave the grounds of the hide-out unless Pain requests my presence or he accompanies me. I do not fight for whatever cause he formed the group around. I do get to spend my day as I please, filling my time as I wait to be used again. I do not get a say in what happens or when. I am here to be used, to ease the member's needs, to be a warm body for Nagato to sleep next to.

I do get whatever I want; jewels, clothes, food, entertainment, company. Outside of being used, the answer is always yes. I do get to leave on request. My life has led me to many beautiful sights, all it takes is me to ask. I believe it's a fair trade, how wouldn't it be? Most of the time I get pleased as the members' needs are met and I get treated as a princess, as Pain's nickname for me signifies.

"Good girl," he mumbles against the torn skin, his tongue sliding out to lick it up.

Once the blood is done leaking out of my wound, Pain shifts his attention to my other thigh and quickly lives up to his name. Bites are littered over my skin until he finds the spot that satisfies his requirements. He goes back to his favorite pastime, bruising my skin with his teeth until it gives away and tears.

I let my mind wander, trying to keep my focus off the sizzling pain between my legs. With Nagato keeping the room so dark I never know how early or late it is. Is my day starting early? Or right on time? Is it even the daytime? Perhaps it's the nighttime and Nagato simply needs some relief.

"Pull your head out of the clouds," he orders, a usual demand from him. Pain thrives on attention, most notably mine, as do most of the members.

I do as I'm told, despite my want to ignore him. As I focus back on my metaphorical leash holder, the burning from my marks fills my head again. His hands push up my nightgown, resting it just below my chest. The chilled air of the room brushes over my usual bareness.

I don't see a point in keeping myself covered if I'm going to spend a good chunk of my day uncovered. This mindset has led to a lack of underwear and a lot of dresses and skirts.

Fingers ghost over my pussy as Nagato nibbles his way up my stomach. Not many of the members are gentle with me, but a good handful are nice, occasionally pleasing or stretching me to take them easier. Part of me thinks it's cause they care, but most of me knows it's so they don't hurt me. What use does a broken toy have, even if it is your favorite?

     "You'll be my breakfast today," Pain whispers into my skin, kissing his way back down my body. "Stay still, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir," I answer back, sliding my hands into his hair. I keep my fingers light, not wanting him to misinterpret it. He doesn't, which means he's in a good mood today.

     Nagato's lip piercings snag as he dips down, tearing a strip of skin on my stomach. This seems to only improve his mood, small licks working to clean up the accidental mess. When he's happy with his clean-up duty, his head jumps down to hover over my pussy. "Princess?"

     "Naga?" I hum out, testing the waters for today.

     He stills for a moment, processing the nickname. The thought of today being good is set in stone when Pain presses a kiss into my torso. "I would like to hear about your plans for today."

     "Well, Sasori is off duty today so I'm sure I'll spend a good chunk of it with him," I say, starting my ramble. I don't know why but Nagato seems to like hearing my voice as he pleases me.

     A reward for my compliance comes, a soft lick to my clitoris. Once the kitty lick is over, Pain wraps his mouth around it, gently sucking on me. "I'll probably take a hot shower when Sasori gets bored of me. He tends to leave a mess." He hums a slight encouragement to keep going. The vibrations jerk my legs closed, squeezing the head of the man between my thighs.

     A pop fills the room when I'm released from Nagato's mouth, signifying the end of his gentleness for now. "How disappointing," he mutters to himself before dipping back down.

     This time around his head doesn't hover as much. He dives right in, head buried deep to ensure his face piercings snag on me. They do snag, tugging at the skin of my pussy as he continues his meal.

      Pain sets a constant pace, his tongue swirling around the rim of my hole a couple of times before dipping the tip of it in. His head nods, his nose clumsily rubbing my clit, and his piercings tugging on my folds as he moves. The constant snagging releases small sparks of pain, not enough to hurt but enough to cause discomfort.

     "Continue," he orders, his hot breath coating my growing slick.

     "I... um..." The words stick in my throat as I flutter my eyes shut, in an attempt to focus out my sentence.

     "Why are you being difficult today?" He asks, head lifting to look at me. "I'm being nice because you had a rough day yesterday and you can't even obey enough to watch me please you."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, blinking my eyes open and coasting them downward.

     A hum of disapproval leaves his lips, quickly followed by his tongue poking out. It slides over my clit again, this time with a lot more pressure. "Perhaps we need to take a trip. Maybe you're being used too much. You shall pick a place by dinner." The order is clipped and matter-of-fact. Nothing more than needed maintenance.

     "If you act like this all day, we might have to leave tomorrow. You will be sore," his tone is calm, still even, and straight to the point. "Continue."

     Nagato's head dips down again, this time hovering so that the metal punched into his face doesn't cause me more discomfort. It's a bit disappointing since his tongue can't plunge as deep as it could before, but I don't complain. Pain is right, he is being rather nice today.

     "I... I might... reread my newest book," my eyes flicker with the sentence but I make sure they don't stay closed too long. I don't want my orgasm to be taken away, especially since it might be the only one I get today.

     "Reread?" He asks, tongue stopping long enough to get the word out. Naga starts nodding his head again, stimulating my clit as he slurps me up.

     "Ya... I... finished it yesterday." My fingers tighten around the red locks wrapped up in my hands.

     Pain stales for a second, eyes glancing up at me in a warning before he goes back to pleasing me. "Do you not have another?"

     I hum a no, trying to focus on not letting my legs shake. I hate how easily I cum, the disadvantage being courtesy of nonexistent attention to my needs most days. "No... I finished... all my new... books." My heavy breath fills my ears as my lungs pump faster.

     Naga shifts back up, his mouth wrapping around my clit again. The feeling of him sucking on me and his tongue swirling over it is enough to finish me off. Despite my efforts, my legs cage his head again and my hands shove his face down further.

     His hands rub my thighs as he stays put, letting me do as I please, not for very long though. As soon as my pleasure is washed out of me, dripping down Pain's chin, I'm met with a pissed of Akatsuki member. "You are quite the disappointment today. You will not get any more attention from me today."

     That's a lie and we both know it. Before bed tonight he'll be buried between my thighs again. If I wake up to head, I'll be put to sleep with head too. After all, Nagato is a man of routine.

     "I shall be back," he tells me before climbing out of our bed. My eyes trail after him, enjoying his bare back as he walks away.

     With the attention-hungry man off the bed, I let my eyes close once again. The couple minutes of peace soak into my body, almost putting me back to sleep. "We are awake for the day. Be awake," my needy master says, tugging me to the edge of the mattress.

     "I am awake," I mock, sitting up straight.

     Pain is pissed again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looks at me. Like I said, he's a man of routine. Every semi-nice thing he does for me is followed by unprovoked anger.

     He drops what he's holding into my lap before leaving me again for the closet. I look at the pile of cloth now present in my view. It's Pain's - unofficial - favorite skirt and one of his nightshirts.

     Maybe he doesn't think I need a break, maybe he's just pissy I've been busy with the other members of his 'Make the World Great Again' group. I don't know though, Pain is too bi-polar for me to keep up with his mood swings, let alone what he wants.

     When Nagato flips the lights on, the room starts buzzing with us getting ready for the day.

     It's the same routine every day. Pain picks my clothes, then his clothes, somehow 'accidentally' matching me every day, even if you can't see it under his robes. He dresses me, and then himself before doing my hair in whatever way he wishes. The last stop of the morning is his steady hand painting my face before he does his eyeliner. The whole time I stay under his feet, following him around the room as he moves around.

     On days I get used enough to shower before he gets home, I'm always met with his usual pissy look. Pain doesn't like it when I change his choices throughout the day, but he's never told me not to.

     "Princess," he calls, making me perk up from my resting spot. As he did his makeup today I decided on sitting on the floor, resting my body weight against his legs. "It is time for breakfast."

     I follow the routine, crawling to my feet and waiting for Pain to lead the way. Once his eyeliner pen is tucked back into place, he stands up too, hand sliding under my collar to hold onto my throat. Naga decided on a thinner one today, a light-weight black chain to match his face piercing; another unofficial favorite.

     His hand stays light as we putter our way down the hallways, occasionally squeezing my throat as a reminder I'm there. The walk is boring, nothing new to look at or talk about.

     When I'm tugged into the kitchen area, it takes me a second to adjust to the natural light outside. The sun shines through the huge windows of the kitchen, my first notification that it is morning time.

     "Sit," I'm ordered, being shoved into Pain's chair before he disappears into the cooking area.

     Eyes of the Akatsuki snap to me, all of them present for their mission orders. I happily smile, waving at all of them. "Good morning my boys! And Konan!" I get a range of reactions from 'Good morning beautiful' to ignorance.

     A cough from the kitchen echoes throughout the room, ripping 'good morning's from the half that didn't respond. Aside from that, the members ignore me, knowing better than to play with me until Pain has had his fill.

     Soon Mr Bi-Polar is back, pissy face as present as ever. "Up," the order comes, one in which I quickly respond to. Nagato sits down in his chair, tugging me into his lap after setting down his coffee and my breakfast. Scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and bacon; it must be Tuesday.

     I'm shifted around, placed how the head of the table wants before he turns his attention to his coffee. "Eat quickly, Princess." I'm ordered like I am every day. My plate must be cleaned and Pain must be buried deep into me before he starts his morning meeting.

     Eyes flicker to me as the members enjoy their breakfasts and conversations. Everyone knows that everyone else uses me, but that doesn't mean any of them would be caught dead using me by Pain. It's a confusing demonic. I'm public property, but only when Naga says so. Naga who hates me half the time and plans his decisions around me the other half.

     Once my plate is clean, Pain's coffee cup is lowered to me. It's half full like I expected. I let the bitter taste slide down my throat as the sound of Naga's clothes shifting slid into my ears.

     A hand is placed against my hips, pushing me upwards. I follow the movement, leaning over the table as the man under me adjusts himself. When he's ready, I'm pulled back down, Pain's dick burying itself into me. "Don't be a distraction, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir." I stay put like I'm supposed to, being nothing more than a sleeve to keep Nagato warm. My mind wanders, scanning over the room and the members as everyone drains on about the plans for today, none of which concern me.

     This little scene is Pain's reminder to the members that he's in charge, that he's the boss. It's a test for disobedience of his employees. When someone's eyes flicker to me, I'm used until everyone looks away. Some days we make it through the whole meeting, leaving me to be used afterward. Some days we don't make it past the first thirty seconds.

     I scan the members again, being met with the newest member's eyes. Deidara's cheeks go pink, not unnoticed by Pain. "Princess."

The single word puts me into motion. I rock my hips, shifting myself up and down Pain's dick. More eyes snag on me as whimpers and moans tumble out, the whole time Deidara's eyes stay locked on mine. I swear that boy never learns.

When people don't fall back into place fast enough, hands grip my hips, slamming me down faster than I can move on my own. "Pain," I whine, glancing behind me at him. That gets eyes snapped away from me. No man likes hearing someone else's name fall for the lips of their lover.

"Silence," Nagato hisses, anger back on his face as he drops me on him again, hands keeping my hips pressed down.

The rest of the meeting is uneventful, everyone keeping their eyes off of me and Deidara's staying locked on the table.

"Dismissed." Chairs screech as people rush out of the room, leaving Pain, Konan, and me behind.

"Princess." My hips shoot up, jumping back into motion. Konan's eyes are locked on me, watching me fuck myself on her leader's penis.

     She's interesting, partly because she uses me the least and partly because I know my very being pisses her off.

Just like before, Nagato's hands grip my hips, moving me at the pace he likes. I let my focus stay on the woman across the table from me, my noises and calls for her boss purposely coming out louder and needier than they usually do. I find it entertaining, watching her get pisser and pisser.

     "Princess," Pain hisses, dropping me backward again before keeping me in place. His head dips, lying against my shoulder as his warmth spills into me. "Perhaps you're not as disappointing today as I thought," he mutters, hands snaking up to cling to my throat again.

     "Thank you, Naga," I purr, shifting myself on his lap.

     He stays like this, buried into me and panting against my shoulder. It's almost sweet, aside from the pity party being thrown at the other end of the table. "What a pretty little object," he whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my jaw before shoving me onto the table again.

     I stay leaned over as Pain slides out of me, using my thighs to clean himself off.

     "I must go. Be good," he orders, hands gripping me as he picks me up, placing me on my feet before he disappears to do God knows what.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" I ask Konan once I'm sure Pain is out of earshot. I don't need a lecture about my attitude or for Konan to get into trouble because I feel like picking a fight.

     "Aren't you disgusted with yourself?" She asks with venom in her words.

     "Aren't you pissy cause Pain will fuck me but not you?" I throw back, a smirk crawling across my face. Konan's face scrunches up as she climbs to her feet. "Oh no," I tease, a giggle following my words. "I'm oh so scared of you. Please don't hurt me, paper lady. I don't want to have to spray you with a water bottle."

     "You really think you're hot shit don't you?" She asks, stomping over to me.

     "No, but Pain's semen sure as hell is." That gets me a jaw click from the angry lady, how fun.

     "Don't forget you're nothing but a lap dog. At least he trusts me enough to help the Akatsuki."

     "Oh yes, how I crave to go commit murder instead of living my best life as a house pet."

     My eyes light up at the sight of Konan's fists clenching. They light up even more as she huffs in anger. "Listen here you little lap dog. I am treated with respect, I am Pain's right-hand man. You are nothing but a cumdump, a sex toy, a fucking object to be used. You're nothing."

     "Ya? Then why are you so mad? Are you pissy 'cause none of the guys will eat your pussy?"

     That gets a reaction out of her. Konan leaps forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair and snapping my head backward. "Fine, you want to act like a fucking mutt, I'll treat you like a fucking mutt." The words make me tingle, my pussy clenching, forcing Pain's cum to leak out of me faster.

     Konan uses my hair to drag me down to my knees. "Dogs belong at our feet," she hisses, eyes sharp as she looks at me. "Stick your tongue out, Lap Dog," she orders, face still drowning in anger.

     "And why would I do that?" Once the question is out, I'm slapped across the face.

     I whimper as my cheek stings with pain, all of which seem to encourage her more. "I said, stick. Your. Tongue. Out. Mutt." The words are hissed, as my hair is pulled harder. I silently curse at Pain for leaving my hair loose today.

     Reluctantly, I do as told, sliding my tongue out of my mouth. "Look at what a whore you are. Big 'fuck me' eyes with your mouth wide open. A dumb little bitch in heat." Konan's hand dips down as she degrades me, her pants being tugged to her knees. "Sniff, dumb dog," she orders, using my hair to shove my nose into her pussy.

     I clumsily fall forward from the movement, my nose falling right where she wants it and my hands clinging to her legs for stability. "Fuck you," I hiss, digging my nails into her thighs.

     "Just a little reminder, Lap Dog, but you're here to serve me as much as you're here to serve the guys. We'll spend all day like this if we have to. Sniff."

     The repeated order is followed by me being shoved further into her pussy. I go to nip at her, but Konan beats me to it. She moves her hips, her clothed pussy falling against my mouth. Against my wants, her pussy is pressed on my tongue, the salty wet spot of her underwear soaking against it.

     "Go on, Lap Dog. Eat my pussy. Act like the dumb mutt you are." Konan uses my hair to shove my face up and down herself, my tongue sliding against her as she does so. "That's it you fucking cum dump," she moans, her head leaning back as she uses me to get off.

     I'm shifted again, pulled away from her long enough for her panties to be pushing down to join her pants. My face is pressed back into place, her juices leaking onto my tongue. "Lick, Dog." I try to tug back but fail miserably because of Konan's hold on me. "Go on, dumb dog. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can go back to being a dump for the male members."

My eyes jump up to her face, sending a glare Konan's way as I slide my tongue out. The sour taste of her coats it as I slide it through her folds.

"Fucking mutt," she moans, hips bucking forward. "You're nothing but a dumb object, aren't you?" She continues, voice pitched as she grinds against my tongue.

     My pussy drips as I'm being used, making the spot between my legs burn with need. "Rub yourself, Lap Dog. I'm sure you're getting off on this too, mutt," Konan orders, eyes flickering open long enough to look down at me.

     This time I'm not as reluctant to do as ordered. I reach my hand between my legs, my fingers eagerly colliding with my clit. I rub circles into myself, using my tongue at the same pace on Konan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her being shot towards the ceiling.

     When that's not enough, I slide my fingers backward, plunging them into my pussy. A greedy moan slips from my lips, colliding into Konan's pussy. Like before, I slip my tongue down to keep pace.

     My tongue plunges into her, pumping and curling the same as my fingers. "Fucking Christ," she mutters, her pussy starting to clench around me.

     Unlucky for me, my orgasm comes before Konan's, filling the kitchen with the sound of my cum dripping to the floor. "What a dumb dog, making yourself finish before me," she hisses, tugging on my hair before grinding against my mouth again.

     Despite her bitching, I keep slurping her juices up, working quicker to push her over the edge too. It doesn't take long for Konan to come undone, her tangy juices draining down my throat. "Dumb fucking Lap Dog," she bitches, keeping me in place as she catches her breath.

     "A greedy, disobedient dog," Konan continues, pulling me off of her before dragging me backward. "Look at what you did," she barks, shoving my face into the mess I left on the floor. "Look at the mess you made. Lick it up, mutt." My face is still shoved against the floor, mine and Pain's cum rubbing against my cheek.

     "Lick it up," she repeats, picking my head up just to shove it back down. I let my mouth fall open, my tongue slithering out to desperately clean up my mess. The taste of Nagato's cum mixed with mine relights the fire in me, quickly making me horny again.

     "What a good, Lap Dog, cleaning up after your disgusting self," Konan teases, finally letting go of my hair. "Dumb bitch," she mumbles, straightening herself and her clothes before walking away, leaving me a spread-out, horny mess on the kitchen floor.

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The feeling of Sasori's paintbrush sliding over my bare stomach is soothing, as is the cold paint being gently placed on my skin. I like when Sasori has a day off or is on medical leave. He's one of the gentler members, both in and out of his use of me. That, and the fact he usually spends our time together covering my skin in whatever new paint idea he has.

     "Puppet?" He calls, making my eyes snap open. "Are you sleeping?"

     "No, just resting my eyes, Ori."

     He hums in disapproval, getting upset with the lack of my attention on him. I swear this whole murder band is attention-starved. "Don't do that."

     I don't, instead, I let my eyes trail down to my stomach, taking in Sasori's newest artwork. I'm not quite sure what it is that he's painted today. It kind of looks like a raccoon made out of sand. "Ori?" Another hum is my answer, the murderer too busy adding in his details to pay me much mind. "What are you painting on me?"

     "The one-tailed beast." Well, that's not a raccoon, though I did get the sand part right.

     My eyes trail after Sasori's hands, watching the way they dip and flow over me as he paints. Once he's done, I'm left to continue lying in the grass as he cleans up his supplies.

     Ori doesn't like being cooped up inside, which usually leaves us in the stretched-out field surrounding the hideout or next to the lake a couple of yards away. He insists being outside helps the paint dry better, but I think that's just an excuse.

     When my current companion comes back, he slides himself back between my legs, hands on my knees to press them against his sides. "I'm bored, be of use." He orders, head tilting to scan over his work again.

     "How would you like me to do that?" I ask, squeezing his sides with my legs. Another hum, this one long and drawn out as Sasori's eyes dance over me. Hands slide down my legs, clinging to my thighs before pushing them wider. "Ori?" I call, trying to shift his hand off of the open bite mark gifted to me by Nagato earlier today.

     "Be quiet, we wouldn't want someone finding our headquarters because you can't keep your mouth shut," he says, the slightest bit of teasing laced into his words. This is another reason I think Sasori likes to spend time with me outside. I think the thrill of possibly being caught in the act by an enemy ninja excites him.

     He shifts around, body lying on top of me and arms scooping my knees from underneath. "You've had an eventful day," Ori mutters, his lips brushing against my thighs, purposely kissing every bite and bruise left behind by Pain.

     "I guess you could say that," I whisper, hands snaking down to grab ahold of him. Sasori tips his head, letting my fingers come into contact with his hair. It's ironic, that the puppet master enjoying being puppeteered while between my legs.

     His kisses trail up me, the final one being pressed to my pussy before his tongue replaces it. It swirls around, skirting across my clit before sliding down to tongue fuck me. "Ori," I whine, bucking my hips upward.

     I don't get a verbal response, but Sasori does tighten his grasp on my legs. He keeps himself busy, skipping between fucking me with his tongue and licking at my clit. Strings of whimpers and whines pull out from me because of this.

     "You are taking forever," he groans, head raising to look at me. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

     "I am, I swear," I murmur between huffs of air.

     "Doesn't seem like it," Ori says, sitting back up.

     "Hey!" I whine, gripping his shirt and trying to pull him back down.

     He clicks his tongue in disapproval, hand shooting up to clench my wrists. "Stop doing that. Don't let my kindness make you forget you're an object for my use. My little puppet." The words make me squirm, my teased orgasm very evident to being left unfinished.

     Sosari's free hand dips under me, flipping me over. I land on my knees, my ass prepped up as the top half of myself is pressed against the soft grass. He shifts my hands behind my back, crossing them before the familiar warmth of his chakra threads wraps around my wrists, keeping them in place. "How pretty," he mutters, hands falling to my hips.

     They only stay there for a second before they're pulled away. Clothes shift behind me before my skirt is flipped up. The first approving hum of the day falls from Sasori, a hand wrapping around my bound wrists as he enjoys the view. I'm tugged backward, his dick quickly slipping into me as I'm manhandled.

     "Ori," I whine, squirming around under him.

     "Puppet," he sighs, hand holding on to my wrists tighter as his other one settles on my hip. Sasori sets a slow pace, thrusting into me at a steady pace as I'm held still. Kisses are pressed along my spine, paired with murmured praises.

     A grunt falls from Ori, his thrusts suddenly stopping. "Damn it, Puppet," he hisses, pulling himself out of me. The hand on my hips falls away again, soon falling to jack Sasori to his finish, evident from the sloppy sounds that were previously being made by my pussy. “Puppet,” he hisses again, the back of my thighs being coated with his semen.

The field is left silent, Sasori leaning against me as he tries to calm his breath. His hands wander across me, clinging to any skin can get in contact with.

“I’ve made a mess of you,” he mutters, his head finally lifting. “I’m sorry,” the apology is followed by the sounds of his chakra strings snapping, letting my hands lose once again.

“It’s fine, Ori,” I coo, shifting my joints around. They ache and creak as they’re shifted around.

Another line of kisses is pressed against my back as his hands work on tugging my skirt down and pulling the shirt he discarded forever ago back on. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he orders, a kiss pressed into my neck and a soft hip tap to encourage me to my feet. “Then I’ll repaint you, puppet.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, shakily climbing to my feet. Today is going to be a very long day it seems.

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[uchiharomance]

Hii, could I request some x reader with Nagato (his real body tho not the deva path) with some pegging. If it could start with him all dignified demanding that as a favor reader has to do to her god but as he's being fucked he get more submissive and maybe reader get to even make him beg for it and bully him gently. Totally fine if you don't want to, have a nice day ♥️

nagato: for your god

18/NSFW minors, please do not interact

It starts as an order, one handed down to you from on high by a god himself, one you think, you are lucky to know the truth of. 

Different from his usual requests, the shared kisses and gentle cockriding done in the comfort of paper trees and wooden rooms and to the sound of falling rain. This one in the tone of the Deva, all power and dominance, spoken to you while his hands hold the means, his eyes a resolve.

You cannot help but wonder if it hides something more.

Messy red hair and gripping hands and he’s still holding himself in dignity as you kneel before him, adjust the strap around your waist and then sink inside, feel the give and then the clench of his opening, the little hiss from his mouth. A moment’s hesitation, to rethink the size of the member around you, to let him adjust before he tells you to move, to push deeper, a little stronger.

It’s harder than you expected, the thrust of your hips, the push of his legs up and onto his chest. A strain, a workout, but there is something about seeing his eyes close in pleasure, in watching as he jerks to meet your movement and grabs your wrist as though refusing you leave to let go. 

In and out, making a mess of a god and you blush at the noise, the sound of fluid and skin against skin and your own small moan because it’s affecting you too, making you tense in a way you haven’t before. 

“Y/N,” Nagato mumbles, and you hear less of the pride, less of the control when he does so.

He does look beautiful like this, pleasured and chasing your motion. You almost wish you could feel it, the tight walls, the heat, the seat of pleasure that you hope you brush against each time, angling your hips in response to his reaction.

“Nagato,” you say, and his name is a whisper, a truth spoken only in secret. “Do you want more?”

A nod, a biting of his lower lip and you feel your heart skip a beat, feel a bit of courage rise up in your chest.

“How bad?”

It’s not the answer he’s expecting, far from it, but to your surprise he concedes, bites a little harder.

“A lot.”

Enough to make you find a new strength, to spread his legs a little more and let a smile come to your face as you buck into him, buck into him Hard this time and watch in delight when he moans his relief. Faster, rougher, raw smacks now and the pant of your breath as his body bounces against the mattress. 

A hand around his cock, warm and tight, a brush over his leaking tip and you know he’s getting close by the pulse, the desperate way he moves. Pleasured inside and out and lost in the haze of his own joy. 

You try again.

“Nagato. Do you want to cum?”

His eyes snap open and he stares at you, long enough for you to wonder if perhaps you have passed your limit, if you truly have him in the position you think you do. 

And then you hear it.

“Y-Yes.”

A stutter, a little plea. 

“Nagato?”

His breath is coming quick, pants for air, for relief and you bend his legs a little more, a little tighter, slow your motions just enough to make him flinch, to make him fear. 

“Y/N I - “

“Naaaagato.”

Teasing, giggling. Because after all you have no stake in this, no climax hovering on the balance. Only power, power and a desire. 

Your movement slows again, almost to a stop and you finally hear the cry of frustration, the tone, the word you’ve been waiting for. 

“Y/N PLEASE.”

You give him what he wants then, amid the sounds of his begging, his gentle whining, the stars in his eyes. A powerful feeling this, to know a god wants you. 

To know he loves you. 

His end comes with a push, a push of his hips up to join you and the gush of cum on his belly. Dazed, silent, lost in the air of climax and you fall back, slipping from him with a half laugh and a gasp of fresh air. 

A good end for you both, one for you to relish in, to savor as you wiggle to his side, press a kiss to his cheek and bring a red glow to cheeks. 

One, you hope he will replay.

[yahikonann]

The Bra

Pairing : Nagato x Reader

Yahiko x Konan

P.S: I've been writing this for a looooong time! But it's still not finished so this is part 1.

Summary: You and Konan want to attract your boys and Koran suggest to buy a bra too seduce them😈

Please note: slight fluff, sweet Nagato, self restraing Yakiko and smut ( a little this part)

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"do you think he has feelings for me?"

Konan asked you anxiously. You two were on your way to Amegakure to buy some things for your small house that were in the middle of nowhere. You two did this every 2 weeks and sometimes Yahiko and Nagato came.

" I think yes" Konan, "he stares at you differently, you know? That kind of look."

She bit her lips, pissed off.

"then why doesn't he make a move? I've been waiting so long to be with him. I can't take it anymore."

She said angrily, moving her hands in space.

You giggled. You knew Konan loved Yahiko and knew Yahiko loved her too, but it was a question for you too. Why didn't Yahiko make a move?

" I understand Nagato, he's so shy to make a move on you but Yahiko's not like him, ughhh."

You blushed as you heard Nagatos name.

"he doesn't like me like that, you know."

You put your head down as you whispered.

You loved the redhead boy but you were too shy to show or tell him.

And he was so shy too.

And so out of confidence.

But you still loved him.

"pfff don't say that to me! I see him every day how he eats you with his eyes! He wants you so damn much."

Konan pitted on your shoulder while talking like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

-

Your stomach flattered, thinking about Nagato liking you back. But then why didn't he make a move too?

" it doesn't matter if he doesn't make a move on me! I'm tired of these one-sided feelings too, Konan."

Konan sighed and then looked at the sky.

"Then maybe we should make a move."

You nodded as you arrived at one special store you both needed to buy things every 3 months.

Underwear.

Konan smirked and entered the shop first.

The young girl behind the counter smiled.

"hello beautiful ladies, how may I help you?"

Both of you needed a bra, panties and underwear for the boys.

Konan leaned against the counter, whispering sexily.

"give us the sexiest bra you have darling. I need to make someone shake as they saw my boobs."

The girl smiled deviously and you shivered.

Poor Yahiko.

And Nagato.

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" we're back boys!"

You said loudly as you and konan entered your small house.

The boys were playing a card game on the table. Yahiko looked at you.

" finally! Why this late? You two never come back this late! "

Konan put her hand around your neck, smiling innocently at him.

"the store we buy underwear has got really beautiful bras! It was so hard for us to choose, that's why... Oh by way, we bought you boxers too!"

Then she put a small pack on the table and laughed nervously.

"they had only this model... I hope it will be good for you both! Oh and Nagato!"

The redhead boy looking at her innocently

"what?"

Konan giggled the whispered deviously.

"Y/N bought you purple since you loveee purple."

He blushed and looked down.

"oh, thank you Y/N."

You bit your lips, looking at him saying you're welcome.

But he didn't turn up his head to look at you.

Konan smirked.

" Y/N bought a skirt too. They had really pretty clothes today, from lingeries to other things. I wish I could buy them all."

She sight. Yahiko frowned, then firmly said.

"we don't need this stuff. We should save money for our future."

Konan stared at him.

" yeah I know cuz I don't have a boyfriend to wear those for him! "

She said bitterly then walked away, going out. The room went silent. You took a deep breath.

"we are girls Yahiko. We love this stuff. You shouldn't have told her that. We just bought fantasy clothes."

"I didn't mean it like that... It's just.. I..."

He put his head down, regretting his words.

Suddenly something sparkles in your head. You didn't know what would Konan's reaction be  but this wouldn't hurt.

You gulped.

"in town, someone asked her out."

"WHAT?!?!!"

Nagato and Yahiko shouted at the same time.

"Shhhh! She doesn't know I'm telling you this! So don't make it obvious in front of her!"

You saw Yahiko fisted his hand.

Looked like the plan was going to work.

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You wore your skirt when the three were out. Taking a look in the mirror you cursed Konan. This was so short! Your thighs were showing off sexily and a bent was enough to show your ass.

Damn you Konan!

" but it's too short Konan, I can't wear this!"

Konan grabbed your hand firmly.

" you want Nagato or not?" You nodded quickly. " Then pay attention to what he loves! He stares at your legs whenever you show off some skin! He has a thing for thighs and ass , exactly opposite of Yahiko who love tits!"

You bit your lips

" ok then. I'll buy it."

But maybe you shouldn't. You couldn't wear this in front of him. What would he even think? It was purple, his favourite colour. Still, you couldn't deny, you looked sexy as hell.

"I'm back! Is anyon-"

Your head immediately turned toward his voice. Nagato was there. Stood by the door, his mouth open as he stares at your skirt.

Your milky legs.

"N-Nagato, I thought y-you were in town."

You said, trying to pull your skirt down maybe to cover yourself more.

Nagato gulped, closed the door without breaking his stare from your legs.

"yeah, but remembered I left something home so I came back."

He came closer and in each step you took a step back. Until you reached the wooden wall. Nagato stood closely in front of you.

"I didn't know you have skirts."

His voice was low, like a whisper that was only for you to hear.

You shrank as you fist your hand unconsciously.

" I-I didn't. I just bought this. Told you so that day. "

This was what you always wanted. Him paying attention to you. But now you got so embarrassed to do something.

"oh? With Konan? Did you buy a bra too?"

Your face flushed. When did he get this confident?

You nodded slowly. You wore that today before you put on your skirt.

Nagato took a step back to take a look at you head to toe.

- you are wearing it now, don't you?

Your eyes winded as you look into his eyes. How did he...?

- it shows off your breasts so nicely, besides that skirt.

You felt your gaze become blurred. Was he humiliating you? Was he that sweet Nagato you liked?

Before a drop fall from your eyes, you pushed him hard to run to the room but he was quicker, hugging you from behind.

- Y/N -

- let me GO!

You cried out, trying to break free.

- I didn't mean it l-like that..

He said lowly, unconfident like how he is always. You calmed down in his arms then sniffed.

- y-you look really beautiful, you know? I was so shocked at first, that's why I react like that.

You bit your lips.

Yeah, that's why you got out of your mind and acted manly and flirted with me!

And how I ruined it...

"don't be mad at me, please."

And how could you, when he was this sweet.

- I'm not, it was new to me too, wearing these things..."

You said shyly and pulled away from his grip.

But maybe you could still fix this and get with him. You just needed a little more confidence now.

- so is it pretty?

You said innocently, spin on your kneel.

Then you saw it again in his eyes.

Lust.

The way he looked at your legs. You gulped as you felt yourself turning on under his glare.

He came a step closer, trying to act courageously.

- very, especially in this colour.

You smirked. In his favourite colour.

- then maybe I should wear skirts more.

He reached to you and you felt the wooden wall again behind you. His hand shifted on your hips, touching the hem of your skirt.

- oh no. you can't.

Deep down you knew why but wanted to continue this game.

You rubbed your legs in way he got aware.

- but why? I want to look beautiful Nagato.

Again you tried to talk as innocent as possible.

You felt his hands moving under your skirt, touching your bare smooth skin.

You shivered and he smirked.

- you must wear this for your man only.

He whispered in your ear, his voice huskier than anytime you heard. You choked as he nibbled gently on your earlobe.

- b-but I don't have a m-man...

You suppressed your moan when he started to plant chaste kisses on your neck.

- you have now.

Before you could do something, he kissed you. At first he was shy but you kissed him back quickly to give him more confidence.

He finally kissed you. You eagerly opend your mouth, moaning as you deepen the kiss. He pushed you against the wall kissing you hungrily, sudden showing all the intentions he had kept inside.

"N-Nagato..." he kissed your neck slowly,  each kiss like rooting a new seed. Your body Shivered and a sudden loud moan escaped your mouth. "So this is what they call weak spot" he whispered as he kissed that spot, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. You clutched his hair, pulling him closer. " it'll leave a mark..." You whispered in his ear. He licked the Hickey he just made, hands grabbing your ass, squeezing softly. " you're going to be marked constantly from today" he kissed you again, hugging you and laying you on the mattress.

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To be continue.....😈

[kaigarax]

When You Laugh With Me

Nagato (Pain) x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with a beautiful laugh.”

The life in which one is forced to lead is not solely determined by the choices someone has made but by the unpredictable forces of fate and the reactions one is forced to make.

Nagato’s life had never truly been one of his own control. He lived a large majority of his reactionary life waiting in the background. He prayed that hope would not abandon him to the cruel ruler that is fate. He hoped that fate would look upon him with pity after seeing all that it had taken away from him.

But such pity is not the way of fate.

Pity is not a pleasure awarded to those who have chosen to live the life of a ninja.

There have always been two drastic moments which have forced Nagato into the position he suddenly finds himself in today. Of course, there were countless of actions he chose to make himself but it ultimately narrows down to two.

Two moments in which Nagato had no control over.

Two moments in which he would regret for the rest of his life.

Two moments that he swore he would never forget.

Nagato, in truth, believes himself to be a rather self righteous man. He has sinned, but such is the way of life. He has sinned in the hopes of creating a world which he wishes to see. He has sinned because he knows that he can make this world a better place. There is no person who has lived a life like him and not sinned.

There is, of course, a dread that fills Nagato’s heart when he thinks about all the wrongs he has committed. A part of him that cries in the middle of the night when he thinks everyone else has fallen asleep. A part of him that hates himself. A part of him that hopes somehow and some way that all the black coloured parts of his soul will eventually cancel itself out and he will finally be able to face his parents and ask for forgiveness.

He knows he does not deserve forgiveness. In fact, Nagato is certain that there are many things in life that he is undeserving of.

He does not deserve the pleasure of a warm bed and full belly at night. He does not deserve the ability to fall asleep without seeing the hundreds of faces that now will never awaken because of him. He does not deserve a moment of peace. He does not deserve to walk around in the open.

Nagato has caused so much harm and he knows for certain that only more harm is to come.

Such is the way of life for someone like him.

Such is the only way for him to live.

“Pain?” Your voice is soft from the other side of the door.

Nagato, who has been lying in bed imobile, isn’t sure if he could be grateful that it’s you who’s come or upset. You have always been so gentle towards him despite his change in nature. You have always been so brave. You’ve always been there.

Konan had been the only one attending Nagato after the incident. He knows he does not deserve her kindness but he also can’t stand to look you in the eye. Not only has he kicked you to the curb and left to the wolves but he also has the audacity to come crawling back.

Despite all the wrongs he has committed towards you he still has the gull to ask you to stand by his side if but for a moment so he can try and forget everything wrong he’s done. He still has it in him to drown in your presence. You’ve just always been so good at making everything seem okay.

Nagato’s response is gruff as he forces out a, “what do you want?”

He already knows that you are here to help. Konan had gone off on a mission earlier and Nagato knew you were the only person she would trust with taking care of him. Not just because of your shared history but because you were always the most gentle out of the other Akatsuki. There was no need for Konan to worry (more than she already did) about his health when you were around.

Nagato supposes they could have asked Sasori or Itachi but the two of them had always been a little hard for Nagato to read. They would certainly be gentle but behind their painted expression Nagato could never be certain if they were looking for weaknesses to undermine or just something to tease him with.

Neither option was something Nagato wanted to trust the two with. Not as the ‘leader’ of the Akatsuki.

“Is it okay if I come in?” You ask.

“Yes.” responds Nagato, because he knows regardless of your answer you’ll come in anyways.

You’re quick to open and close the door as you enter. Nagato takes notice of how you aren’t wearing the iconic cloak. He thinks you look better without it on. It has always made you look younger than you really are. Not much younger, of course, as you’re definitely one of the youngest Akatsuki members.

Nagato remembers you back when everything was easier. You had looked at him as if he were the very earth that your life revolved around. You admired him more than any person ought to and followed him around like a lost dog. Right now, he isn’t too sure if he misses the relationship the two of you used to share.

He misses when you would do what had been asked of you without argument but he also knows you would not have survived if you had stayed that way. He misses the moments when he would catch your gaze randomly and the two of you would burst out into laughter. There is quite a bit he misses but Nagato knows that part of you is gone as is that part of him.

“Alright, so I’ve brought you some soup.” you ramble on, “Konan said that you’ve been having trouble keeping solid things down so I think you’ll enjoy it. Oh! I didn’t even notice, do you need help sitting up?”

Nagato shoots you a look.

Before, you would have flushed in embarrassment, now you only respond with an empty smile. To Nagato, it feels as though your words lack so many emotions as you reply, “sorry. Am I being too informal?”

Nagato shakes his head and forces himself to sit up.

It’s painful but if he can’t do this then what is the point of anything?

“So how have your missions gone?” Nagato asks as you hand him the bowl of soup.

“They’re going well.”

“That’s good.”

Your conversation is plain and boring. Succinct and to the point. Nagato decides to take it as a sign that you don’t want to talk to him much. He can’t blame you. He wouldn’t want to talk to himself either if he had done to himself what he had done to you.

You used to be much more open with your thoughts and feelings. At least to him you were. He used to be the person who you had come to for any small little thing. Long before he was Pain, leader of the Akatsuki, and long before the two of you had become killers. Long before the Akatsuki had transformed from a simple rebellion of hope to a criminal organization.

Nagato thinks that there isn’t much that can be done now to fix this damaged relationship he has with you. That there isn’t much that should be fixed.

There’s no use in crying over spilt milk. Besides, he doesn't think that he would like to change anything now. Perhaps a younger version of himself would have changed his choice but he thinks that this is all for the better. The two of you are now creating a better world. A world where everything will fix itself and everyone will be happy.

Everyone will be living the life they are meant to have lived. The life they want to have lived.

You watch Nagato with a plain expression on your face. You don’t move much and you back is positioned to the wall. The place you’ve chosen to stand is close enough to the door that you’d be able to react to it quickly. It’s also far enough away from Nagato that he wouldn’t be able to reach you (physically) but you can still rush to his side if aid is needed.

Smart.

It’s surprising how much you’ve grown in such a short period of time. But that is what happens when the world stops sheltering someone. They are either forced to adapt or they are left to die.

“It’s a shame.”

“A shame?” You ask.

“Oh.” Nagato feels a flush work its way onto his face, “I didn’t mean to say that aloud.”

You shrug, “don’t worry too much about it then. I won’t tell anyone.”

Nagato watches your eyes. He isn’t looking at the shape or colour but rather searching for something. Perhaps a display of your honest emotions or a glance of who you used to be? Nagato isn’t too sure.

Eventually, Nagato says, “what do you think you would have been if you weren’t…” He can’t bring himself to finish that sentence.

Fortunately, you seem to catch onto what he was trying to say as you reply, “I would have liked to have been a doctor or healer. Someone who can help people without making too difficult a decision.” You ponder for a brief moment and Nagato catches a whiff of amusement on your face, “though I feel as though even as a doctor you’re still forced to make some pretty tough decisions. So maybe… a teacher?”

“Do you like children?”

“As much as any other person.”

“Oh,” you wear an absent smile, “thank you, Pain,” reminding Nagato of the position the two of you still hold. You’re no longer a naive and innocent girl and he’s no longer the hopeful and determined boy.

Oh, time. The undefeated villain of life.

For the rest of his time with you, Nagato doesn't attempt to make conversation. Instead, he watches as you sit in a chair (you eventually brought into the room) and read the book that’s been sitting at the foot of Nagato’s bed.

It's Jiraiya’s book. The only thing Nagato reads. It’s dusty as he hasn’t touched it in a long while but he still knows every word by heart. The message of the novel is embedded deeply into his heart despite him no longer believing in it. The words come from a person's experience and hold much meaning to the person he is today.

Nagato has a collection of all the books Jiraiya has written but has never actually finished one of them. They’re not to his taste and he always ends up… in a precarious position when he begins reading them. They make him feel uncomfortably warm and an abnormal flush always forms on his face.

Nagato is a bit relieved that the one you’ve chosen to pick up is the first.

He isn’t sure you’d ever look at him again if you thought he read… those kinds of books.

Nagato is reading through and filling out paperwork. One wouldn’t think the ‘leader’ of a criminal organization had so many files to sort through. While it’s mostly just the delegation of job offers and scans of different BINGO books, it's still much more than what Nagato thinks necessary. His work should be cut in half soon though as their real missions are soon to begin.

A chuckle escapes you and fills the quiet room. You don’t seem to notice as your gaze stays on the book but Nagato immediately turns to look at you.

It’s such a pretty sound. But does it make him weird to find it cute? You two are in an enclosed space but avidly waiting for you to laugh is a little weird. Not that he’s doing exactly that but it's pretty darn close.

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A day passes before Konan finally returns. She gives Nagato a quick once over before making her way to you.

Konan’s wearing a genuine smile. Nagato only knows it’s her real smile because of all the time he’s spent with her. Anyone else would have mistaken it for a polite expression or a forced smile. It wasn’t often that one caught Konan smiling and even less to see her wearing a real one after everything that’s happened. Nagato admires her for how strong she’s managed to stay after everything. He doesn't know if would have managed to do anything without her.

She knows almost all of his secrets.

Almost every little nook buried into his soul. She even knows of his fondness towards you. Something that had even taken Nagato himself to figure out. He had been pacing restlessly when Konan had finally confronted him on the topic. Even now, she tries her best to push him towards you. Nagato doubts she would go to the lengths she does if she knew what he had done to you. He doesn't even know if she would even stay by his side.

Nagato is certain Konan has figured out that something has happened but she’s always been polite enough to never pry.

“How has your day been, (Y/n)?” Konan asks.

“It’s been pleasant,” you answer, “much nicer without having to deal with all the craziness of the other Akatsuki members.”

Konan is much more forward as she teases, “I’m hurt, (Y/n)! I thought we were friends! I guess my ‘craziness’ is just too much for some people to handle.”

“Any woman forced to hang around ten men daily is bound to go a little crazy.”

Nagato finds your words humorous. It’s rare for you to joke about something so openly and it’s refreshing.

Konan laughs at your joke and you laugh alongside her.

Your laughter elicities quite a strange sensation in Nagato. He isn’t sure if he wants to reach out and kiss you or hide under his covers. He feels as though he’s been spinning his entire life and has only just stopped and finally looked out to the rest of the world. He decides that this world is beautiful and wonders how he has lived his life without noticing it.

Everything suddenly seems so much brighter now that Nagato has come to this realization. His dim room, which he has always disliked, doesn't seem as bad now that you’re in here with him. The colour of Nagato’s beaten and reread book seems just as vibrant as the day he first got it.

“Are you okay, Nagato?” Konan asks.

Nagato shakes his head, “I’m just a little thirsty.”

“Oh, would you like me to get you something to drink?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“That sounds lovely, (Y/n).” Konan shoots Nagato a smug look as you leave the room to fetch him his drink. Konan laughed as she asked, “what happened while I was gone?”

Nagato shrugged, “nothing.”

“That didn’t look like anything.”

“I know, but.”

Konan shoots him an expecting look, “but?”

Nagato stays quiet for a moment before finally asking, “have I always been so pathetic?”

Fall in love with a beautiful laugh.

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