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WITH A FLICK OF THE WRIST
ILL TURN YOU INTO A BITCH
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I hope your next birthday party has a clown who makes you a silly balloon hat
Yeah well I hope you burn in hell
don't u have rabbits to boil or somethin` ?
don't you have some apples to poison you hateful bitch
TW: blood, violence
Oct. 25th ◅ First Time/Body Horror(?) ▻
“Successful sparring”
Followers when they found out my Hidan doesn't fuck
Followers when they see I'm writing porn with Kakuzu
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He wasent all that shy about being virginal. If anything, it proved how devoted he was to that evil bastard god. What a perfect disciple he was. There was pride to take in that that would never be sullied in the 'after'. Though his jaw being held while he said all that really just did something for him. But mostly, it was the shit he was doing with his cock n balls that was getting him off, let's be honest here. It drove him absolutely wild. He positively squirmed and writhed under those touches. How was he not supposed to come from this? Fucking sadist!
His chest was heaving, eyes glazing over in wild lust. "Ah fuck...Kakuzu..."Hidan moaned openly. He wanted to hold his damn head, but he couldn't, his helplessness becoming more apparent the more he wanted. His partner really was truely and completely in control right now. It was so fucking hot he couldn't stand it. Dominated that easy. Funny how he always thought he'd be the dominate one in any sexual scenario. This was sooooo much better.
His toes clenched. His back arched. His body craved release. He was ready for it already. This was like fuckin torture. In the same instance, he didn't want it to stop. Not at all. If he disobeyed, what were the odds it would be done and over with for good tonight? Hell fucking no. And more importantly, he liked it. He liked the strain. The stimulation. The fucking sadism of it. The threads biting into his flesh painfully. The overwhelming touches of his nethers.
"Shit..." He whined sharply. His moaning became more frequent, progressively louder. A line of drool dribbled from his mouth. He couldn't hold on, he thought, but still he did anyway. How long was he going to do this for? His nails were biting through his own skin right now. "DAMMIT KAKUZU!"
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The softening did not escape Hidan and, it absolutely entranced him. It was nothing dramatic or over the top. It was subtle. Like a soft breath. If he didn’t know Kakuzu so well, he might have missed it. Who ever thought there was something other than hate left in this pile of stich and stolen hearts?
He listened in patience giving all of his words the careful consideration their due. He considered making a fuss of asking for his heart back since life was so terrible, but once again, he thought better of it. It was probably the exhaustion stopping him from being more of a menace rather than any actual consideration on his part to be truthful. He was grateful for that though. This side of Kakuzu was pretty all-right.
“If you hate living so much, then why do it? Like, you clearly want to. You’re right here. But, I don’t get it. Seriously. You scared or somethin’?” His fingers ran along stitching. “And what’s up with all of this anyway?” He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know ever since he saw the bastard. For that moment, he felt like if he didn’t ask it, he wouldn’t have the chance again.
Hidan did not descend into his madness, at least not that he can remember. He’d always had a taste for blood. A penchant for violence. As soon as he learned how to throw a fist, it was the end of any meekness he had. The world always looked like shit to him. He loved it in the way he hated it. He was young. He enjoyed what he did with such pleasure. He had yet to learn about the agitation, the soul rendering hell of the quotidian for longer than a few months. But all of this brought him a couple leaps closer to tasting that same cynicism that made Kakuzu feel no love for life.
“I don’t hate living.”
Contrary to that he found plenty of things he enjoyed from his waking life. Money being the obvious one that had almost become a joke. Gaze is set forward and he grumbles at the continued prodding at his being. Metaphorically and physically. Nor was he afraid to die, really. Not especially since he knew what came now. Always had he had his suspicions given the nature of the forbidden jutsu he’d used on his own body, but honestly actually dying had been the thing to confirm every theory he’d silently had about it all.
“I hate the living. Wasting their time, slaughtering one and trying to pass it off as anything but–” He scoffs, the sort a miserly old asshole like him would do at any point when thinking about kids these days, and all of their mistakes and experiences not learned from their forbearers. Doesn’t bother to ramble or burn his own patience or enjoyment for the moment though, it’s fleeting thoughts, and he finds no reason at all to dwell.
“World would be a lot more interesting if people just died off, probably.” Remembering how he’d been treated by his people for his failure though, it’s a pin in the ass to go along with the rest of his frustration.
“A couple are repairs from injuries I got from fighting the first Hokage. My arms, the stab to my gut.” He’d lost the fight, sure, but he was a tough sonuvabitch, a gaping hole in his abdomen, dragging his arms along with him all the way back to Taki, they did him the service of repairing him before degrading and attempting to exile him for his failure to win against an impossible opponent.
“The rest are from a forbidden jutsu I used before leaving my village. Replaced everything inside except my heart with living threads.” An over simplification but to be honest, Kakuzu never bothered to go through with the trouble of learning more of the extraneous details beyond what had been written in the scroll. “I think I gave my soul for it, but I don’t really care.”
He definitely understood Kakuzu alot more now than he ever had. This blatant honesty, this openness about himself, it led to a realization in misalignment between the real Kakuzu and what he thought of him. Not by a significant amount or anything, but enough that he felt more solid. More real.
"You believe in souls? Never would have guessed." So he was that kind of atheist. The kind he might be now himself now that he thought about it. It made his heart twist a little. "Can't believe you went against the First Hokage either. Damn you're old."
He thought about pointing out how hating people for such stupid reasons was equally stupid, or how throwing away your eternal soul was the dumbest thing you could do. Also, what the hell would they do if every single person was dead? Boring as fuck. They all went to the ever-expanding 'not right now' list. A list made today and would probably burn by tomorrow.
He looked out to the expanse of endless trees, his head bobbing up and down as he talked. "So did you leave the village because you wanted to use that jutsu or did you, like, use that jutsu because you were leaving?"
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Hidan’s rotten grin didn’t falter even once. Not even with the fucking hair pulling. Once upon a time, he accused Kakuzu of using his ability for all sorts of perverted shit. That was before he realized what a prude he was, not unlike himself. They were both untethered from the bullshit that held them back now. Dominating him, being dominated. Neither one mattered. He just wanted to fuck Kakuzu and fuck him bad.
Being virginal, he’d only has his little world experiences to base it all off of. Wet dreams. Orgasmic kills. This was so beyond that it wasen’t even funny. He knew exactly what he was doing making the difference in their experience seem like a canyon apart. It was overwhelming. It was suffocating. He wanted to choke on it. He wanted to drown in it. Give me everything. Everything. I want it all.
Each and every one of those threads sent waves of excitement through him. Hidan was pretty sure he’d gotten a new fetish, just like that. Doors were opening left and right, ripped off the hinges. The asphyxiation made his roll up in his head. So good. So damn good. He liked it better up here against him, feeling his body against his skin, the imposing figure of him and all of his presence. There was a thought of struggling but, partner had those things so damn tight that his arms didn’t even budge. Hot.
His head fell back into him, mouth ajar in want for a sound that didn’t quite make it out. Fuck. Fuck. Hidan trembled wildly under that intimate, delicate touch. The hardon at his back. It was driving him wild. Crazy. He felt himself spurt just a little through his pants. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t care he couldn’t help it. His body’s full weight pushed into Kakuzu’s. More. God damnit. MORE. Lips tried to say his name. His eyes looked up to his partner, demanding it. Ordering it. He has no patience. Never had. And most certainly it would have been tested now if he did.
To think his bullshit god was keeping all of this from him.
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What an infuriating bastard! Frustration was rising quickly. He knew what he had to do to get what he wanted though. The same thing he always ended up having to do when Hidan was at a disadvantage and Kakuzu wanted his way. Either that or snap his patience completely and end up in pieces. Something like that. Being in pieces with a raging hard on is not how he wanted to end his night.
That hard dick thrusting against his ass made him groan inaudibly. He wanted to cuss at him. Tell him it fucking hurt the way he was squeezing his arms and choking him. Be irritating. Start a fight. Release this agitation in some way. Any thought of that went right out the fucking window. He shuddered and completely melted the second his hand touched his member.
"Fuck...Kakuzu...Stop teasing me and get on with it." Even in that desperate tone, he realized it might not be taken so well. Not submissive enough. He couldn't handle being blueballed here. He'd go mad. Hidan was already sweating, eager, fucking straining. "Pretty please? I'll be good. I promise." Yeah. Bet you'd like that you damn freak. I'll be your little sub boy if you give me what I want, old man. What I NEED. "Don't stop..." Wait. "Please don't stop." There.
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The question is what he lingers on more now, than the growing urge to split the other man’s head for his continued annoyance. It’s also perhaps the only time that Kakuzu’s eyes will ever soften, even if it’s only a little. It wasn’t like there wasn’t an answer, but they also weren’t exactly the sort to friendly hang around others like old friends. Or that he had considered just about anyone in this organization, present company included until recently for him, anything more than just a means to an end.
“I’m old.” Old enough to see the world at war with itself in such devastating numbers four times, and having been involved in every single one was a combatant in some form or another. “You see a lot of the worst of the worst when you’re old. See stuff repeat itself over and over. Just sick of it I guess.” Looking their former leader in the eyes he saw nothing, no emotions either way. It had been the only reason he’d tagged along. Maybe things would be different. Just turned out to be the same shit in the end, didn’t it?
“They talk about me like I’m irrational for killing all my other partners, like we aren’t all just a bunch of monsters and criminals in the first place– If they piss me off they’ve probably done worse and deserve more. Everyone’s got something they’re hiding though, and I don’t feel like treating everyone like they’re all inherently good instead of just more assholes.” Not that he was ever particularly pleasant or starry eyed. Always a miserly dick, hungry for money, a taste for secrets. Long before he sacrificed his living soul to these things moving and writhing beneath his skin.
“But no. Wasn’t always like this.”
The softening did not escape Hidan and, it absolutely entranced him. It was nothing dramatic or over the top. It was subtle. Like a soft breath. If he didn’t know Kakuzu so well, he might have missed it. Who ever thought there was something other than hate left in this pile of stich and stolen hearts?
He listened in patience giving all of his words the careful consideration their due. He considered making a fuss of asking for his heart back since life was so terrible, but once again, he thought better of it. It was probably the exhaustion stopping him from being more of a menace rather than any actual consideration on his part to be truthful. He was grateful for that though. This side of Kakuzu was pretty all-right.
“If you hate living so much, then why do it? Like, you clearly want to. You’re right here. But, I don’t get it. Seriously. You scared or somethin’?” His fingers ran along stitching. “And what’s up with all of this anyway?” He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know ever since he saw the bastard. For that moment, he felt like if he didn’t ask it, he wouldn’t have the chance again.
Hidan did not descend into his madness, at least not that he can remember. He’d always had a taste for blood. A penchant for violence. As soon as he learned how to throw a fist, it was the end of any meekness he had. The world always looked like shit to him. He loved it in the way he hated it. He was young. He enjoyed what he did with such pleasure. He had yet to learn about the agitation, the soul rendering hell of the quotidian for longer than a few months. But all of this brought him a couple leaps closer to tasting that same cynicism that made Kakuzu feel no love for life.
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❝je-suuuus, y’r one ugly son’of’a’gun, ain’t’cha? you look like that all the time?❞
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“You’re one to talk. Have you seen your fucking face? I’d fuck it up but, it looks like I already missed the massacre.”
"— I say this with all due respect, Hidan: you are nature's most disgusting atrocity."
– from itachi, and i'm quoting b99 bc i don't know what else to do lmao
“It doesn’t sound any better with that shit in front of it, just so you know Clear Eyes.”
when Kakuzu is not around, improvised means are used
"You know, I’m actually terrible at flirting. How about you try to pick me up instead?" Gin is totally willing to die it it means ending on a great creepy pick up line.
“Only if you let me stick it in you.” Without hesitation his response came. He spoke filth and could dish it back. Only, it wasn't anything pleasant he was promising to prod him with. Filthy fucking sinner.
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Catch me thinking about someone being so afraid of Kakuzu they're like frozen and crying and hidan comes over all concerned like "Hey shh it's okayyyy" but then he licks their face to taste their tears.
Real talk I fucking hate when his cloak is ripped like that I can’t stand it 😔✌️
"You're so heckin' loud! Do you have to scream everything you say?"
“Oh yeah! Cause you’re the picture of gentle and quiet!” He was already heated as it was. He didn’t need this little bitch cutting into his vent session and try tell him what to do. Acting holier than thou when she sounded like a damn banshee. “If you don’t let me get this shit out, then I’m gonna have to take it out on someone. As it happens, luck says it’ll probably be you. And you know what happens when I spill blood, don’t you?” Jashin demands the ritual begins.
Hidan could be compliant. He could be quiet and careful. There were times, though, when that small hair of sanity threatened to snap. No rhyme or reason to it. Kakuzu kept him in line quite well, but who was to say Sakura could do the same? They had yet to trade blows and, Hidan was itching for an excuse to see what this little bitch was made of. “Just watch your pretty little mouth before you become my next sacrifice.”