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KakuHida + NSFW below
literally my favorite akatsuki ship omfg
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mm they would hate-fuck so much
#naruto#kakuhida#kakuhidan#hidan#hidan akatsuki#hidan naruto#kakuzu#kakuzu akatsuki#kakuzu naruto#kakuzu x hidan#hidan x kakuzu#kakuhida smut#kakuhidan smut
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not that long post about Akatsuki's immortal pair
Man I didn't remember Kakuzu and Hidan being so in love. Kishimoto can't make two male characters interact without them having homoerotic subtext, huh?!
Tsundere Kankuzu in a shoujo: "It's not like I c-care, b-baka! Don't misunderstand!!" Also Hidan why do you want Kankuzu to admit that he likes you so bad?! 🧐
Kakuzu really wanted his partner so of course he'll look out for him 😤
Hidan checking on Kakuzu after the explosion, even though he totally didn't have too, and Kakuzu reassures him immediately. Like usually this type of characters either don't respond or just tell the other to shut up, but Kakuzu explains how he saved himself and reassures Hidan.
The amount of times Hidan calls Kakuzu's name in distress, even though, again, he doesn't have to. Like calm down your husband is immortal!
THEM FLIRTING AND TEASING EACH OTHER like there's no one else there
:(( don't do that. Pain puts a lot of effort in his match making skills to create te perfect pairs.
I feel kinda bad that they died apart.
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Hidan: *angry about something* The only fucking thing you care about is money!
Kakuzu: *Without showing any kind of emotion as he continues to count his money* and you...
Hidan: *not realizing what Kakuzu just said and just fuming with anger* Yeah and me!
*3 days later*
Hidan: *just praying until he realizes* MOTHERFUCKER
#writers#fanfic#kakuzu x hidan#kakuzu#naruto shippuden#kakuhida#hidan x kakuzu#hidan#they love each other#I think#anyway I am looking for a beta reader#for a small kaku/hida#yeah i am doing this in the tags#enjoy
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mer!Naruto vers
Day 16. Hidan/Kakuzu (I'm getting ahead of myself)
#digital art#fan art#mermay 2023#mermay#mermaid au#naruto#hidan#kakuzu#hidan x kakuzu#my art#by Liss ART
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Deadpool x Wolverine is giving Hidan x Kakuzu
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I'm rewatching bits of Naruto Shippuden and I love Hidan and Kakuzu so much.... They're married, they're divorced, they've known each other for years, they met each other last week. Kakuzu will violently amputate Hidan limb by limb and then lovingly sew him together. The songs Red Flags and Mixed Messages by Tom Cardy are about them. Hashtag men hating men
#only Archie and Maxie of pokemon rival the marrivorced levels radiating from them#Literallly hitting my fist against the table and saying god fucking dammit#kakuhida#hidan x kakuzu#tak talks
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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ TRANSACTIONS◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ hidan x kakuzu *ೃ༄
tw dark content: sexual assault for money, noncon, forced orgasm, forced kiss, minor religious undertones
"You need money, don't you? You have to eat to stay alive?"
Hidan nodded, not making eye contact as he felt the grip on his waist tighten and a greedy hand slip over his jeans from behind. He willed himself not to shiver when he felt Kakuzu's warm breath up and down his neck.
"Always showing off," Kakuzu muttered, hastily undoing Hidan's jeans. "Don't you have any dignity? . . . "
Hidan didn't quite understand. He'd made the occasional flirty remark for pure amusement, but never once was it in earnest. Cringing at the rough kisses pressed to his neck, he began to deeply regret his past attempts at gaining Kakuzu's favor for the sake of his own preservation, which he had not the wit to recognize may be turned against him.
So here he was in this shoddy hotel room, at the mercy of his callous and selfish partner whom he thought he trusted, peering up at him helplessly as he tried to fathom what perverted desires he had hidden and where they had been all along. What was this his own doing? Or was this his inevitable fate? Was there a power on Earth that could stop a man rigid in his conviction, bent on the submission of another? And was Jashin watching on grimly as he did so?
“Ka . . . Kakuz-mmf!” Hidan’s plea was silenced by Kakuzu’s harsh and enduring kiss. Hidan could not hold back the muffled whines, continuous and futile, as one hand moved up his shirt and the other down the crotch of his jeans. Whines turned to confused moans and pants when Kakuzu began to rub intensely, forcing the earnest grinding of unwilling hips.
Soon, Hidan came powerlessly with suppressed groans and hot tears, panting and falling slack into Kakuzu behind him, who caught him with a strong arm.
"Are you done?" Kakuzu asked in his gruff voice, composed as ever. "That was all I needed."
"But you . . . you didn't get to-" Struggling to stand, Hidan dropped his sentence and watched Kakuzu calmly walk in the direction of the bathroom, as if no assault had ever taken place.
"I'll find you some money. If I remember." Heavy footsteps filled the air and it was then that Hidan realized Kakuzu had nothing to gain from him and his delight came only from his own displeasure, as if he was nothing more than a tool to carry out some inexplicable function of pleasing a higher being the likes of which he did not stand a chance against.
And indeed, Jashin would smile upon this.
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They're in love, your honor
#Naruto#hidan akatsuki#hidan#kakuzu#kakuzu akatsuki#kakuhida#kakuzu x hidan#hidan x kakuzu#my art#littlest Blorbos
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Okay okay okay here me out
These two are the original, evil version of
These two
We've got the monk/tank dynamic going on with them. One of these pairs is just committed to genocide
#rogue one#naruto shippuden#baze x chirrut#hidan x kakuzu#hidan#kakazu#baze malbus#chirrut imwe#naruto#star wars
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Sakura says "Sasuke" a lot but not as much as Hidan says Kakuzu
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outside perspective:
Inside a young couple's home, in the bedroom, a yawn broke through the tense silence.
On his double bed, the newlywed was rolling from side to side in the middle of a dream. he was the only one who still slept at those hours, while Kakuzu her husband seemed to have something to do, especially now that he had found a remote job, being able to work from home. A firm hand then knocked on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
kakuzu- Hidan, I made lunch, hurry up or it will be cold.
From their bed, Hidan responded with a nonsensical mumble that all one could understand was 'eat'. Letting out a long look, her husband walked away down the long hallway leading to their kitchens.
when the burly man finally rose from his bed, he let out a long cry of relief. The gray haired boy walked across the room naked, trying to fully wake up. Finally, he stopped in front of a large mirror.
Hidan- W-wow… is that me?
hidan almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror. Yes, he knew he'd put on a few pounds over the past few months, but until now he hadn't stopped to admire the real effect his life as a pampered husband had had on his body.
if there was anything left of the little boy he was when he was still single, it was buried under several inches of sausage, all over his body. honestly, it had been impossible to control her eating with the strains of her final college exams, so no wonder why her ass had been getting so plump lately.
holy Jashin, he had become so plump that none of his usual clothes fit him anymore, his belly had grown outwards into a beer pouch like he was a man of forty who only lived in bars to drink their pint, and over it had begun to developsoft male breasts.hidan scratched his neck under a second chin, he slid a hand to his waist under his stomach feeling how heavy he had become lately, mesmerized by the long wriggling of his own flesh, not only on his waist but all over his body , from her thick legs to her calves.it was amazing.
Another blow, less strong than the first, distracted him from the image on the mirror. Hidan picked up a bathrobe, struggling to tie it around his round waist, and cleared his throat.
Hidan- Come in, kaku, I'm up.
Kakuzu-Hidan, I brought your breakfast. don't you feel well my love? Kakuzu entered, leaving the loaded tray above a table. He's worried because I didn't come running to eat?
naturally, her husband's jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Hidan's new figure after his bathrobe was cracked on the side, this boy was huge, how in the world he had managed to put on so much weight. kakuzu, with a smile on his face, looked back from the middle of the room, fucking thighs. He hadn't really paid attention to Hidan's weight, now he regrets he would love to do things to him right now.
Kakuzu- damn, Hidan... how are you, my love? what happened to you ? I mean to your bathrobe finally no! Shit, I'm going to bleed my nose...
He walked over to his young husband, his eyes fixed on the boy's waist and the way the lace of the bathrobe was digging into it. shit, the tissue was so lucky, he would like to put his hands in it. Hidan swallowed the bacon her husband had brought her, cleaning his mouth with his sleeve.
Hidan- Hey… of course it's just a small problem, no need to worry it's just a piece of fabric. without you around, I've let myself go a bit…I guess now that working from home… Will it be better?
he blushed when he noticed that Kakuzu still had his eyes on her stomach, and even more so when the little lace that held up her robe suddenly gave way to the pressure of her swollen belly, exposing her limp hairless body to her husband.
Hidan- urgh…ups…
it was awkward for a few seconds that kakuzu didn't say, especially because Hidan kept stuffing his face with his huge breakfast until kakuzu took it away, then don't come back he couldn't take his eyes off the big belly nude of the boy, during the whole discussion. it was a problem he hadn't provided.
Kakuzu: And finally... we'll need to find you some new clothes, kid. But before that, you still need to be fed, a dessert won't hurt you.
All in all, Hidan will not necessarily need to lose weight. it seems that her husband is a real pervert and he really really likes it. Especially since he hadn't let go of his hands from his belly which he continued to caress obsessedly.
END.
#oneshot#yaoi#Kakuzu#Kakuzu x hidan#Kakuhidan#Kakuhida#Weight Gain#Weight Gain mâle#Weight Gain hidan#Chubby hidan#Hidan chubby#Chubby Kink#feeding kink#Hidan x Kakuzu#Hidakaku
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Not this dude telling Kakuzu he should break up with Hidan?!?!
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*Kakuzu and Hidan fighting about something again*
Hidan: *shouting angry and pissed off* I'M GONNA FUCK YOU!
Kakuzu: *was ready to throw punches and rip his partner apart, but now holds himself back* You meant.... fuck me up
Hidan: *ominous dark voice* Did I fucking stutter?
#fanfic#my writing#kakuzu x hidan#kakuzu#naruto shippuden#hidan x kakuzu#kakuhida#hidan#writers#words
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Hello! 26 female here, looking for a long term roleplay partner! I would prefer 21+ but I’m willing work with 18+ if you’re literate. Some of my ships are kind of niche, but I’m looking for someone who would be interested in any of the following ships:
Hidan/Kakuzu (Naruto)
Jin/Mugen (Samurai Champloo)
Ikkaku/Yumichika (Bleach)
I’m willing to roleplay just about anywhere (Tumblr, Discord, etc.) and I generally reply with at least two paragraphs and would prefer the same from my partner. My activity level is usually every day or every other day if things are crazy with work. I would prefer someone willing to do NSFW but I’m willing to forego it if you’re not comfortable doing so. Shoot me a message on here so we can get something started!
#naruto#naruto rp#naruto roleplay#kakuzu x hidan#Kakuzu/Hidan#hidan x kakuzu#samurai champloo#samurai Champloo roleplay#samurai Champloo rp#mugen samurai champloo#Mugen x jin#kakuhida#bleach#bleach rp#bleach roleplay#ikkaku x yumichika
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••••••AFTER-CARE?•••••••
18+, mentions of rough sex, hook up/one night stand, sub drop, female reader. Fluff & cuddles, sweet ending ^.^
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You’d heard stories from your girlfriends and some women from work about after care. The time to mentally settle down and do other soft things after sex, particularly rough sex. You have experience, being in a few different relationships and some one night stands but you never experienced the joy of after care
So when the time came that you and your hook up finished, you were already slipping your clothes back on. Getting ready to head back home now that things are done. Despite this heavy feeling weighing over your head.
“Where you going princess?” He asked, your ears perked as you looked at him over your shoulder. “Home, we’re done here aren’t we?” You replied softly, your tone even despite the nagging feeling behind it
“Nah, come lay down with me.” He said, his eyes scanning over your face, wondering if you had something important to attend too. When he noticed your hesitation, he stretched out an arm, his muscles protruding as he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you against his side.
Once he got you comfortable, your face nuzzled against neck, something overcame you and you couldn’t hold back. Tears started falling from your eyes, your hand gripping a small fistful of his shirt.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, his usual husky tone laced with concern as he took in how vulnerable you are. You shook your head in reply, trying to slow your breathing down enough to answer him.
“Ah, I see” he spoke gently, a large calloused hand pushing strands of hair out of your face. “You’ve never experienced this have you?” His voice is almost like a purr as he watches you reply with a no. He shifts his body once again, him laying flat on his back with you on top of him. Your face resting against his broad chest, his thick arms wrapping around your small frame. Holding you tightly against him
“Don’t worry doll, I’ve got you.” He murmurs. You feel his lips graze the top of your head as he presses a kiss against your hair.
“You’ll never feel that way again. Not ‘s long as I’ve got you”
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TOJI, soft SUKUNA, NANAMI, Zetsu, Kisame, HIDAN, KAKUZU, OBITO, SATORU, SUGURU, Pain, orochimaru, Kenpachi, Renji
#akatsuki#akatsuki members#orochimaru#orochimaru stories#hidan headcanon#zetsu x reader#kakuzu headcanons#orochimaru story#satoru gojo fluff#gojo satoru smut#suguru geto fluff#geto suguru smut#obito uchiha fluff#obito smut#nanami kento smut#nanami fluff#sukuna smut#sukuna fluff#toji smut#toji fluff#kenpachi zaraki#kenpachi x reader#kenpachi smut#renji#renji fluff
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A Song With Ten Names
Chapter 39: Take Me to Church (2)
Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter ☆ AO3 ☆ Featured song playlist
Summary of chapter: The god of her world is dead and gone. Only Jashin can save her now, the woman who is in too deep over her head, the lover who sings of starlight.
Author's Note:
The song is Take Me to Church by Hozier. Please note that the nature of this chapter is much more NSFW than before and proceed accordingly.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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Out...
A body. Two bodies. One is laying in front of her, pinkish and red, while the further is staring at them, stance wide as his eyes.
In…
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Out...
The first body staggers in its attempts to get up as the second draws close. Kakuzu's face is recognized, and for once in this time together...she can tell he doesn’t know what to do.
No. That's not true.
This isn't that far apart from when he cared so much that his hand branded her skin.
In…
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Out...
The hilt of the knife is sticking out of her thigh. He holds her wrists, palms up. They are hot and sticky.
The sighs of ocean’s tide draw in and fade out once again.
In…
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Out...
He’s yelling at him. He yells back. Hidan’s face twists in pain as he holds his stomach and tries to keep upright. She sees her fingers twitch up to reach him, to try to help, and the two bodies visibly gasp and flinch towards her.
In…
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Out...
The view of her thigh, Hidan’s knife slowly...carefully...slipped out by a hand with a rust-toned ring. Another with the color of aged turquoise pinches the open flesh shut, but not before you can see the layers that make up a poor sinner’s flesh. Skin and fat and muscle and bone.
A thin, black, featureless snake crawls from Kakuzu’s leather skin and enters her own. It goes in.
In…
It goes out.
Out...
It goes in.
In…
It goes out.
Out...
Her vision fades with the fragile whims of a shocked mind and the dreams that have haunted her many a night. She hears it, the bubbling, distant laughter underneath the surface of the water that drowned her long ago. Or maybe it’s just the blood in her ears.
Bare arms with circled tattoos frame her view of the wound now, reaching around her. And then her body feels light.
In…
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Out...
Trees. Passing through them, like flying birds or falling leaves. Air is rushing past her, through a cloth that feels barely wrapped around her cold self. Her head is resting against something. Another rush of liquid, a soothing, slow blink in her reality...and she knows someone is looking at her.
In…
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Out.
And the tide pulls back, leaving her on the bank of the conscious and living. The shade of light is warm, wrapping around darker features of this space she exists within. A blink of her own eyes...and she can tell she is laid on top of something soft. Flicker, flicker. Her vision passes from one object to the next, different directions and depths away. She doesn’t recognize this place...although…
...It also somehow feels...familiar.
“ACK—!”
She hears her first sound, Hidan grunting despite gritted teeth and bracing for the impact. Kakuzu has no remorse for how harshly he sews the pin cushion man all back together. Damn fool deserves this and so much more.
“What the HELL were you thinking?!”
She tries to answer but she can’t, tongue mute. Fate has decided this is not a conversation for her to partake in.
“Kakuzu, I—FUCK!”
The thread loops into him, though the exclamation may be from the way the named man grips Hidan’s shoulder tight.
“What in your perverted, twisted brain made you THINK-?! No. No. You didn’t think at all!”
“Kakuzu—!”
“Do you know…?!” he leans in close, nice and close so Hidan can see nothing but haunted gemstone eyes, the spirit in them aflame with fury. “Every day...we are one inch away from being THROWN OUT and NEVER seeing her again,” he hisses, deep and low. The reaper’s sneer could be from either his physical suffering or his emotional one. It isn’t enough. Nothing will be enough.
“We started this...with everyone being suspicious,” the rag doll continues. “And we nearly. Lost. It all. When they found that bruise.”
The damn bruise. Maybe that was enough. Maybe they did deserve to never be near her again, if this is what was destined to happen. Maybe then they wouldn't be cowering, recovering where no one can see, in the inn where Hidan tried fish, where Kakuzu began to wonder if he could still find some semblance of a good life. Good fucking riddance to that.
“We were let back in," he seethes, burning and burning with coal of hatred in his chest. "And YOU… You…!”
The grip gets tighter. Hidan hacks again, but no fighting back.
“You may have ruined everything we had.”
Bit by bit, shaky violet eyes unclench, a stutter in the reaper's throat:
“I…” he tries to explain, as best as he can, “I...tried to save her—”
A smack as Kakuzu holds him by the collar and cracks his knuckles into Hidan’s head.
“FUCK!!! Asshole, that HURTS!”
“HOW DO YOU THINK SHE FEELS?!”
And just like that, he’s awake and coherent, at the spur of a woman’s autonomy on the line. “THAT SHE HURTS! THAT’S WHY! That is WHY—!”
His punctured, mutilated chest heaves up and down, a still weary set of lungs catching breath now that it’s been injected with righteous fury. Mask over Kakuzu’s face, all you can see on him is his green, red, glittering anger. Hidan spits, blood in the saliva from somewhere in his impaled guts.
“Kakuzu…!” He needs to understand; Hidan HAS to make him understand. There HAS to be a way—! “She...she’s sick. She’s sick real bad, Kakuzu…”
Kakuzu barely has enough tact to keep the thought of “of course she is” held back from his lips. Through Hidan’s quivering, determination, as ever, overtakes his being, even when he’s bloody and cut and beat up and at the mercy of the world’s most fucked up surgeon, literally holding him together by a single thread. Through the shake eyes have in their sockets...there lies something the old man has never seen before— not in him.
A secret can't be kept any longer.
“I ask her to hurt me to stop her from hurtin’...herself.”
And something in Kakuzu clicks. Little...by little...his iron hold laxes. More...and more...until Hidan is let go. Wide-eyed for a new reason, the masked man now grips onto his own head and falls back against the wall. Hidan’s brow curls as he watches this happen, a long pause of silence until the priest's partner manages to speak again. The rage, perhaps, is gone...or at least redirected.
“...How long?” he asks.
And Hidan knows what he means, though he hesitates to tell. “...Since we got back from the desert," the answer is mumbled. Days and months and full seasons away. And he knows— he knows before Kakuzu beats him to the punch:
“Why?" And then, more urgently, confused. "Why? Why didn’t you...—?”
But he can’t finish the thought, wretched as this all is, barely under wraps like a bedsheet trying to hide a corpse. It’s the reaper’s damn responsibility. His gaze casts down in shame.
“Never felt like the right time.”
Ironic how Kakuzu heard her say the same thing just some hours ago. Finally, finally, the man pulls off his mask lest he suffocate any more, raises his gaze in search for connections and answers. “Hidan…” he mutters. Unsure what to ask next, he simply states thoughts as they come. “There’s no way she asked for this.”
Blood rusting against the stitches on his neck, his chin tilts diagonally away. “...That’s right,” he admits. “I just...told her. I told her she could. I...showed her...she can.”
“And you thought this would make her better.”
...Hidan knows an accusation when he hears one. A magenta stare flickers up to meet the challenge, though head stays meekly down; the man is contradictions, the very thing the woman admired him for. “Better,” he repeats. “...Not perfect. But...”
Kakuzu sighs. “...Better.” Against his better judgment, he understands. He understands much more, now. His skull rests against the planks of wood that make up the inn room’s wall. Heavy lungs exhale. How naive. How stupid of him. The woman he named Takara told him so clearly how her story finished. But Hidan...Hidan…
...He looks at Hidan now, cloak open and barely draped around him, hastily thrown on pants with red seeped into its cloth. On the few missions they shared...since they started to live in that house...Kakuzu had noticed the marks. They always healed so fast. But they were still there. New and fresh and already fading. It had been noted but information not made use of. What did it matter what the guy did in his own spare time? A lot, evidently.
And that is how Hidan got to see how the woman tumbled her way towards the end.
And the rag doll presses his fingertips to his forehead, the sliced headband that eternally reminds his own betrayal and loss, and closes his eyes. Now that the girl is stable and the priest has explained...the exhaustion in him begins to overtake. He needs a second...he needs a moment lest something in him break when his strength is needed most. In this break it provides, Hidan’s spirit too searches for respite; it only makes sense he looks to the thing that’s always calmed him down.
He looks to the side.
There she is.
Laid up on the bed. Kakuzu’s cloak underneath, opened up so you can see the way her chest goes up and down when she breathes. In...out... Like a zombie, he staggers forward mindlessly, without realizing he is until he's already there.
She’s just in her underwear. Used to be something clean and pale, so it wouldn’t show under her dress. It’s a shade of pink now, splotched in different depths of it, based on how long and deep the blood got to soak. He’s standing over her now, and his stare traces all the way down, top of her head...her half open eyes...and lips...neck and breasts...stomach, cunt...thigh. The skin there is angry and reddening. Normal bodies resist the healing process so much more than Hidan’s does; he can already feel the insufferable itch that comes as cells reattach, layers close back in on their own. Hers, though...it isn’t going to be so fast.
Even with Kakuzu’s mending, it’s going to hurt for a while.
Hidan takes a deep breath and feels himself bob side to side, still struggling to focus. His grasp reflexively goes for his neck, but not finding the intended target, instead combs up into his hair, providing a sensation to try and help him concentrate, stay awake. “My necklace…” he murmurs, “My damn necklace…” To pray over her. To ask for forgiveness. Lids crack open...and something is different.
She is looking back at him.
And the whole world stops.
...And he feels like the luckiest man alive.
“Look at her…” he whispers. Because he certainly does. He’s helpless but to lean in, put his hands forward in her space until, as before, they figure out what they want to do. “That’s my angel…!”
Gentle, his palm cups her cheek and Hidan begins to sink closer down. He can feel Kakuzu watching. And it isn’t that he doesn’t care, no...
He’s asking him to see.
“Look at our girl…” And for the first time, this whole time...somehow...someway...Hidan begins to smile. His knees get onto the bed and he looms over her, closing in..and in...and in...until his forehead is pressed so reverently onto hers.
“Isn’t she something…?” he asks, a tremble in his voice. All this time, he's never forgotten the first day he met, how he felt his lord Jashin place a hand on his shoulder and behold...behold the one who will change your whole life. His eyes screw back shut, and she can feel his sharp inhale, both in pain and in marvel. “Isn’t she beautiful…?!”
And she wonders if she’s dreaming, as tears fall on top of her face. Is he...? Is he really...?
“She did such a damn good job…!” a pious soul struggles, gritting his teeth, sneering his lips with effort and overwhelming, holy emotion. And Kakuzu can only watch, no idea what to make of this, no idea what— if anything— he can do. The reaper's lone confidant is begged for once again:
“Kakuzu…”
And the man's breath hitches, a witness in the corner. The Jashinist is all but a puddle, barely held up by his own scratched arms.
“It’s our girl, Kakuzu…!”
The named man remains where he stands, entirely dumbfounded. The most selfish person in the whole world is praying over her, to her, and asks him to do the same. Stitched lips part but can’t find words to speak. He watches her...as she watches him. Even half closed, the big starry eyes are so soft, so knowing. She looks then at Hidan, and Kakuzu can already tell there’s no anger in that heart at all.
She manages...her first words.
“I’m...s-...s-..." Though inevitable, they let her finish. "Sorry.”
And quivering, trembling with adoration, Hidan tells her through sobs, “...Shut up.”
The stars begin to well at the bottom of her eyes, and the ocean, drip by drip, escapes in the saltwater that falls down her face and stains onto the pillow.
He’s only being like this because he feels bad...right? Right? She remembers what he said. “I’m not...beautiful…” she corrects, barely audible at all. “You...don’t..have to…”
And with only Kakuzu and Jashin as his witness, Hidan can't take this anymore shuts her up himself. Overtop of her, in this dingy little inn, he does what he should have done from the very start. His palms hold her face...and with all the gentleness in the world…
He kisses her.
He kisses her.
He kisses her.
In…
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Out...
The sigh of breath as he pulls back, just enough to look her in the eyes, push stray locks off of her forehead. “I don’t care anymore,” he says, only now that they’ve reached the brink, the edge of universes and fate and faith and chance. “I don’t care about that fucking book. I love you. I love you! Jashin, damn me, I—!”
He.
Kisses.
Her.
And this time as he pulls back, she finally knows how to speak. It takes a moment of furrowing her brow and thinking past both bliss and throbbing pain. “...Book…?” she repeats, dizzy with the taste of him on her lips, blood and all. His eyes narrow but his grin widens, both adoringly and spitefully.
“So you didn’t read it. That’s it.”
A gasp. Her mouth opens.
Despite himself, Kakuzu can only watch. These idiots will figure it out, after all, despite everything and themselves in their way.
“I...I don’t…” Finally, finally. “I don’t...know...how to read.”
…
A stutter.
A twitch.
And a laugh.
Hidan laughs, slamming his fist into the pillow, bitter and relieved all at once. Before she can apologize again, he sits up, winding in an inhale of air and rolling his shoulders, finally feeling like a free man.
“Babydoll…! After all this time...!”
And she can feel every inch of him shake with the next rough, roar of a laugh, as Hidan kneels over a woman who hardly believes this is happening at all.
“Angel, baby…” The word takes on a new meaning now, next to these others. She thought it was just a nickname, an extension of sorts of their relationship...and well...it was. But it was a lot more than that, too.
But it’s hard to outright call someone your love, your light, your everything when you aren’t sure what they feel back. Finally, his eyes roll back down, and he looks more like his usual, coy self...maybe even then some.
“...You could have saved us a lot of trouble.”
Us.
...Wait.
Hidan flinches, visibly shifts. His smile drops. “Wait,” he realizes. And all of a sudden, he feels so wrong. Shit...shit...! She didn't even SAY! “I— do you—?”
A woman's too stunned, stuck within dreams of the beach and heavenly touches come to life, to fill in the blanks for him. He has to ask. He has to be the one to stop assuming, and to save them some trouble. And so he swallows his pride and he begs, one word at a time:
“Do...you...love me...too?”
In the way that he loves her. Because he never figured out what she meant when she said "love" before.
And weight of his shadow on top of her, heat of his body, the sweat on his stomach...the kindness of his face…
Silly. Silly things, they are.
“Yes,” she tells him. And she swallows the ‘but’. “Yes,” she promises him, no backing down. “Yes,” she exclaims, in spite of everything in her telling a woman that she doesn’t deserve it.
And, savoring every inch of it, Hidan comes down and kisses her yet again. Her eyes close, and it still doesn't seem real.
She does not see as Hidan turns his head to look at Kakuzu...not only acknowledge him but beckon him here. The stitched man’s jaw drops; he had thought his fun, the little bit of delight, was all over. Even if Takara was willing to share, Hidan wouldn’t.
Oh how wrong he was.
“Look at our girl,” Hidan tells him again, a cock of his head used to gesture, soon as Kakuzu stands at the foot of the bed. “Isn’t she somethin’?”
And she is. Kakuzu feels himself losing his breath, the twitch in his hands and the blood rushing in his veins. He sees what is happening—
“Hidan,” he mutters. “Be careful.” No, indeed, no rage at all, not even a bit. “She’s still hurt. She’s still scared.” The reaper snorts, giving a lopsided smirk.
“But you fixed us up so nice…!” the silver-haired demon coos, and as he combs into her locks again, the woman’s eyes open. He smiles at her, so very devilishly, longingly. There's no stopping him and Kakuzu can tell. Another secret has to be told:
“She’s never kissed before.”
...
...
Hidan rolls his shoulders and looks back; the lust in his eyes is not reserved just for one, and Kakuzu wears a target on his forehead. Fuck. “...And how do you know that, you old bastard?”
That shuts Kakuzu up right quick.
“You make it to her before me?" the younger man retorts, relentless. "Kakuzu...I’m hurt!” And before she can mumble a sincere apology, Hidan presses a thumb onto the lips of this conversation's subject. “Well...baby,” he turns to ask her now...and all of a sudden she's noticing him stripping off a cloak of black and red clouds. “You ever fucked?”
And of course she hasn’t.
He knows she hasn’t.
Couldn’t have if he was the first person she saw nude. And he’s looking right. At. Her.
"Then I get to be the first at something else."
All of a sudden she remembers how naked she is. That and the glimmer in her eyes makes Hidan so very, very excited.
“I’ll be the first to make you cum, baby.”
A gasp and her heart pounds so heard it hurts. Hidan continues, pinning her down with hooded purple irises as he talks it out to Kakuzu, lest he ruin the moment, make her even more scared.
“I promise...I promise I’ll be gentle... We'll talk it out and nothin' happens she doesn't want..." The tongue that sips blood comes out, swirling slowly over his lips. "And ain’t gonna touch that cute little garter you put on her pretty leg...no matter how much I wanna.”
She looks down. The stitches of her wound do look like a garter. Pulsating pain or not...it…— Oh shit. It took all this for her to realize what is about to happen.
...Just as Hidan places one knee...over the other side of her pelvis...and begins to straddle. That's what it takes.
“Lost your tongue, eh angel…?” he leans in close. His nose rests into her neck. “Then do what you do best…” he instructs her. “Sing to me instead. The first one. The one you said in the woods about prayin’. I wanna make you feel that way...”
So even since back then, not even a full day. That’s all it took for lonely Hidan to change his mind about whether or not she’s pretty. She swallows, and worries try to resurface and explain.
“I...I’ve never…”
“She’s scared.” Kakuzu repeats himself in interruption, and suddenly he’s so much closer, too. Hidan opens one eye and glances up to his partner, daring.
“Then help me show her,” he says. “Help me show her she doesn’t need to be.”
And then the rag doll and his duckling lock eyes. Her lips part with nothing to say but disbelief, sighs and grunts and gasps. She looks so innocent...is so innocent...but as Kakuzu sees the bob in her throat to swallow again...as she sighs...as she begs with eyes alone…
...He just needs to be sure and actually ask. No more assuming. Not this time, especially not when they're her first.
“Do you want me? Us…?”
The line between reality and fantasy blurring is the only thing that holds her back. She looks at them, two men as different as night and day… She went from having the worst day of her life to...to...this…! She’s dreaming. She has to be dreaming.
...And if that’s the case...
Then...
Then there will be no regrets.
Then she can say...yes.
The permission is mouthed and that’s all it takes. The world's most hellish want a bite of heaven. Hidan dips in first.
The man eases into it, trying to keep advice in mind, trying to go slow, starting at her forehead...then her mouth...over the length of her neck, down to her breast. She stutters...and that's when the woman catches as Kakuzu gets onto the bed, easily residing the little free space left. That gorgeous brown hair of his is free, dreadfully long and brushes the top of his muscular bust. A glance of admiration— or perhaps, rather, amusement— and a big hand tenderly takes one much smaller. The man at first just holds it, noting how soft, how selfish he is to know it at all, then raises it next to her head, pinning it by the wrist as he begins to bend down.
“You can say stop at any time,” he reminds, behind her ear in the low voice that sends tingles down her spine. But why on earth would she do that, she thinks, when she's longed for so long? “You’re in control here.”
But is she? How can she be when she is being touched, caressed, held by two men she’s wanted so desperately all this time? She’s going to lose control entirely...but she can appreciate what he means by that.
“Just...don’t...touch my leg…” She’s already whimpering; they’re going to have to draw this out, lest it end so soon. Kakuzu nods, his silky hair bobbing with the motion. He picks her hand back up and traces it onto his stitches...over his chest...down his stomach.
“Do you like this?” half sincere, half teasing. “Don’t flatter me for its own sake.” Of course she nods. And on her own, to answer that question, her hand moves further down.
For someone who hasn’t handled a man’s cock before, she’s damn good at it.
The stiffness already forming firms even more, Kakuzu so hard underneath his attire, coddled in her touch. How many times has he touched himself, imagining something like this? In the bath, getting undressed...one hand balancing himself against the wall while the other pulls?
Maybe as much as Hidan has. Maybe as much as she has.
As Kakuzu moans, so does Hidan. “Angel…” he praises, a palm over her other tit with his mouth takes a break from the first. Not even sex can keep this bastard from talking, though she doesn't mind, not at all. His words just make it all the more incredible. “Look at us, angel. Two of the biggest and baddest and you’re gonna make us cum in our pants like it’s nothing… What a good girl, eh…?”
And he raises up, if only to watch the cute expression she makes as he squeezes, sees the give of flesh between his fingers. The bra just gets in the way.
“Let’s get that nonsense off…”
A flick from his pocket and she’s set free. Kakuzu hums in satisfaction. “Damn kunai...good for something after all…” All the same, he watches the woman for a reaction, just in case it’s too much, being reminded of the weapon. A bit of a glint in her eye, a vocalization of startle—
Hidan catches on first. It’s thrown to the side, far away from where the blade can touch her again. Doesn't need it anymore. “Rest I’m gonna do myself," he says. "Gonna make the old man watch. Can you do that, girlie? Come on...show us how wet we make ya... I'm sure you are...!”
The strap of her underwear is pulled down, and it confirms how right he is. A big, big grin stretches in satisfaction. With that, there's only one question left:
“How do you want it, angel?”
…
It takes a moment for her to realize what that means.
“Face up? Face down? Me? Him? Both of us?” So quick he goes back on his word, his desire to tease the partner he wants so much to beat. Just the sight of the mounds of Venus and all a man wants is to get her off. Choices given, they both give her time to collect, to coherently choose. With some reluctance, Kakuzu takes her hand off his crotch, and Hidan lifts himself up by the palms to get a good read on her face. Sweet little thing...already so hot and bothered. She really hasn’t fucked before. If there was any doubt before, certainly isn’t now…
The woman looks at them both, two men radiant with adoration and lust after holding it in for so long, no outlet for it until everything fell into place. A perfect storm. Surely they want to get inside her...and she nearly asks for this—
...But.
But.
She is still afraid. Even if a little. Even if only because she does not yet know her own body quite so well as they may. And so, despite how much she wants to give, it has to be okay if she takes, instead. Surely they won't mind.
“T-t-touch me,” she pleads under her lost breath, words she’s held back for so long. “P-p-please…!”
And she’ll be touched with hands and mouths as hungry as they are vicious.
Darker lips hold onto hers, matching palms taking their turn massaging nipples and feeling her moan into his mouth, letting her feel the moan from it, too. Her legs are spread open as a man tastes the sweetest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of tracing his tongue around. In between kisses, she sings as requested, even if soft, even if broken up, even if hardly said at all. Even if it feels a little bit silly. It's all that they asked for, so it's what she's got to give. She begs of them:
Take me to church
Waves of her are ridden, unintentional bucking of hips. Her breath quickens...and raises...and loudens... Until she’s begging, until the sound of her crying and screaming in pain is far, far away. Now, it is ecstasy.
Kakuzu holds her hand as she grips tight, and he pulls away just enough to see the look on her face for what comes next.
A moan.
A clench.
...And with her lovely, lovely voice...a release.
Hidan looks up at her, magenta eyes hooded and something thicker than saliva dripping from his lips. A drop of blood is staining into the rest of the liquid. Just as the story started, the girl gets her finish with a reminder of Jashin, of the blessings he bestows. He laps it up, long and slow to savor the taste. To show her how good it is to be in his position.
But a good girl still needs a break before it’s the old man’s turn.
She gets to soak in the hot spring and watch as Hidan decides to finish, next, what she had started, holding his partner's dick like that, getting him nice and hard with nowhere to go. She holds around Kakuzu as he pulsates and moans, and he stretches one arm and pulls her in to brace himself. She whispers to him that it's okay, she likes him holding her tight. The rag doll, with that permission leans his full weight, cheek pressed against her head as he uses his other hand to grip Hidan by the hair as he so wonderfully sucks him dry. Kakuzu worships no god, but he can see the appeal in having a goddess. A goddess and her dutiful priest with a big mouth to shut up.
He can at least understand now...what makes someone worship something outside of themselves.
An exhale and the woman is there to feel his entire body relax. Silver locks drip as they emerge from the surface, a lingering kiss on Kakuzu's jaw and Hidan inhales deep, catching his breath, and wraps around him and his angel, legs and arms and all. His nose finds home in the other side of her, so she is so warmly, snugly flanked by two S-rank missing-nins who will never let her go.
Three of the undead, three who by fate...or luck...or whatever the hell makes life work...ending up like this, together. Fucked up, fucking, and fucked. Sensations unending at least until it’s time to go, lest the others wonder where they ran off to.
But not just yet.
If anyone asks, though? They have two zombies to get through. That assurance alone...helps their treasure feel safe.
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Oh, good God, let me give you my life
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