He who became God

"The stars are hidden on a rainy night." ind. semi-sel. canon divergent Pein/Nagato

[exurgedomine]

21+ ind. priv. semi-sel.

## EXURGE DOMINE ——

“We are but men, drawn to act in the name of revenge we deem to be "justice". But when we call our vengeance "justice", it only breeds more revenge ... forging the first link in the chains of hatred.”

Independent roleplay/ask blog of Pein/Nagato from Naruto est. Jan // 2024 — penned by Nik

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she finally takes up courage and takes a drag out of a barely lit cigarette only to cough her lungs out instantly.

[exurgedomine]

A lovingly scolding hand comes forth and pats her back in a comforting gesture.

" Easy now. "

[exurgedomine]

@bladedhunter: And thus Deidara carefully folds a paper that says *Akatsuki should be optional to join* and puts it in the box.

Pein reads. He nods. He tosses it into the firepit.

[exurgedomine]

" It's more internal complaints than anything else. "

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Sifting through the Akatsuki complaint box.

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He says as if Nagato can move under his own power.

" I wasn't aware there was some force preventing me from doing so. "

[exurgedomine]

Felt the wind knocked out of his lungs. He is sitting. Nope, not moving from this spot.

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" family......possible..... "

the faint glimmer of a smile gracing nagato's normally pale and gloomy visage, coupled with the memories that resurfaced when she heard those words made a warm and fuzzy feeling wrap her chest like an embrace. her cheeks became steadily flushed and she hid her face instinctively.

" .....yeah.....it does brings some memories, i suppose... "

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Nagato gleaned the subtle flowering of color over his angel's features, yet did not linger his gaze, opting to stare off somewhere else; attentions seeking perhaps the rippling reflection in a nearby puddle.

" Either way, I jest. I believe it more suitable for the flock to bear its children and allow us shepherds to tend to their protection. " He dashed the welcoming memories as quickly as they came. He and Konan had greater ambitions than such tedium.

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" why the sudden interest in the blessing of families, nagato? being an all-mighty god of the world certainly encompasses families, is that not right? "

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" Correct. The range of my godliness includes the essential pillars of humanity. " He fails to conceal the suggestion of a smile. " Perhaps the discussion of ' family ' reminds me of simpler times when it felt possible. That's all. "

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" I can be the God patron of families— "

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Sneezes.

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GUIDE reversed

Kisame grinned at their Leader, kneeling as Nagato's pale hand left the thick collar; the clipping was done. "What now, boss?" The Hoshigaki asked a little irreverently, a little too teasing for the position he was in. To be fair, the image that they set was, in some small way, amusing. Kisame and Nagato were a study in contrasts, blue and red, strapping and slender. Unblinking white set in black, rings of the violet and violent untouchable stars. They were both inhuman, in different shades. A broad tongue wet lips while Kisame watched Nagato in patient stillness. The leash was comical on Kisame; this leather might be strong to a civilian or weaker shinobi, but Kisame could tear it apart if he so wished. This was an act of power he was letting Nagato hold, for now.

[exurgedomine]

Nagato had always held the reigns: the Akatsuki, all of Ame, the world... Even now, the weight of the leather was natural to him, falling into his grasp at perfect width to the cradle of his palm. It held no real power over Kisame. It did not confine him nor did it restrain him. At most, imprisonment was limited to the clothes binding him at the waist.

" Sit straight. " Was God's first command with a tug on the collar as if he needed a reminder.

No one, except his named angel, had crossed the boundary between the deific mask of Pain into breathing body behind it. Never had anyone touched the skin of God and lived to tell the tale. Yet, here he stood, caressing the contours of a beastman jaw, allowing another breathing being gaze upon his physicality and all its splendor.

Infrequent as the occasion was, Nagato relished in examining the sheer size of his partner here. The wide expanse of his chest, shoulders, embellished with thick muscle. He smoothed his hands over it, carving the shape of him into the shirt that barred him out.

" I admire your restraint, " more of a jeer, mocking what he could see tenting between them, than a compliment. There was some truth to it, but he rather liked goading him on.

His posture slouched, allowing himself to drop eye level ( which wasn't too much of an angle to achieve, in all actuality ), his free hand caressing a thumb over the high peaks of his cheek and down over the gills slotted within.

" Tell me what you desire. "

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WORSHIP + LICK — @karenuhana

God's love was pure especially for his one and only angel.

Postured between pale thighs, hips locked taut against the vulnerable center of his angel, God dressed his favored in a line of warm kisses from the base of her throat down between the soft valley of her breasts. The airy harmony of her pleas only encouraging him to press into her, teeth to skin, nipping love into the flesh until it blushed red from his rough blessing.

Wherever Nagato bit, he comforted with a long draw of his tongue, allowing the metal sphere of his piercing to cool over all the angry bruising he left on Konan. It was a show of his greed; needing to assert his mark on her where no one else would dare. Not that he held any claim on her nor her autonomy, but if any part of God remained human, it was his possessive nature he held over his most devout.

Where his mouth did not touch, his hands gripped, chasing the curve of her silhouette and gripping tight on soft handles, keeping her still.

" Easy now, " he breathed over the pulse thrumming steady within her ribs.

When her hips steady just enough, Nagato continued his loving path over the center line of her torso, a kiss every inch until he met the hem of her panties, which did little to keep him away as his lips ghosted over the cloth with loving attention. He stacked her thighs over his shoulders, easing his head in between with the taste of her on his tongue as he teased her over the barrier keeping him out.

" May I? "

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NSFT and kink prompts

Feel free to adjust, combine prompts and personalize as needed. Add + Reverse to switch roles. Please do not repost or add to this list! Includes numerous kinks such as pet play, oviposition and sensory play. All scenarios presented are fully consensual. Minors DNI.

BARK - For sender to put receiver in a pup hood GUIDE - For sender to leash receiver BAD DOG - For sender to muzzle receiver FILLED - For sender to repeatedly cum inside receiver or for sender use a toy to repeatedly cum inside receiver PLUGGED - For sender to use a knotted dildo on receiver HOLD - For sender to use an ovipositor dildo on receiver MONSTER - For sender to use a fantasy dildo on receiver (specify shape) LAP - For sender to suck receivers nipples LICK - For sender to trail their tongue up receivers body SUCK - For sender to preform oral sex on receivers TASTE - For sender to take receivers fingers into their mouth WORSHIP - For sender to touch and place kisses across receivers body STRIKE - For sender to smack receivers ass with a riding crop LOCK - For sender to use a chastity device on receiver RESTRAIN - For sender to tie receivers arms behind their back DENIAL - For sender to deny receivers orgasm CONTROL - For sender to command how receiver masturbates (Specify how) BEG - For sender to tease receiver in foreplay to the point of begging POUR - For sender to pour hot candle wax on receivers body (Specify where) TRACE - For sender to use a feather to brush against receiver's sensitive areas (Specify where) HEAT - For sender to desperately grind against receiver for relief FRICTION - For sender to thigh fuck receiver STRAP - For sender to thigh fuck receiver with a strap on PEG - For sender to fuck receiver with a strap on VIBE - For sender to use a vibrator / magic wand on receiver STIMULATION - While fucking receiver, sender uses a toy that stimulates oral sex on receiver OVERWHELM - Sender double penetrates receiver (Specify which holes) FEEL - For sender to stimulate receivers prostate / g-spot MARK - For sender to bite receiver (specify where) BLADE - For sender to run a sharp knife across receivers skin (specify where) DEEP - While fucking receiver, sender slows and deepens their pace FROTTAGE - For sender and receiver to engage in frottage SCISSOR - For sender and receiver to scissor one another SURPRISE - For sender to wear lingerie for receiver REWARD - For sender to make breakfast for receiver the morning after CLEAN - Post-coital, sender carries receiver to a shower / bath to clean together

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Attemping to carve some artistry into the replacement bones of his cane, though it seems his muse evades him.

" What a waste. "

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🎧 "And from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality" or from the same song "After the dead lover's kiss you fall into a dreamBut with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm" I simply could not choose between the two. Nagato and Orochimaru

🎧 Drabble || Accepting

Pale, sickly fingers caress over the contours of a dead jaw. Pads tracing over all the angles of a dead man, marking the features of a cadaver that had once lived, yet now lived again in undeath. 

It was a precious item atop God’s lap.One of his many deific masks of which he postured for worship, gathering both the admiration and ire of those who seek either conviction or forgiveness.

God stared down upon its resting face, a body present, his thoughts absent; he was ignoring his guest.

Orochimaru. The Ouroboros. The legendary sannin. Nagato committed the rumored titles well into memory, especially after the sweet fondness his previous master used to speak of it. Though, the old sage spoke of his companion as a man with ambition and personality, yet all God sees is inscrutable living-flesh chasing the supplanted pleasures of accrued knowledge. 

Chasing? Hunting. 

Nagato’s companion here felt starved for eternity— seeking immortality with a subtle urgency. To a Layman, the ravenous desire was not obvious, but Nagato was not any man, for his eyes burdened him with far too much.

Insofar, immortality has not graced this man in any divine way other than under the suggestion of a steel scalpel and borrowed technique. And yet, it seems the concept was the connecting bridge between God and this non-believer.

Eternity was of latter concern. God’s work was in the present and will not be finished until his goal is complete. However, he supposes that he could live a life infinite. It only crossed his mind whenever Orochimaru drew near with a golden gaze that itched to swallow Nagato whole and curious hands that longed to drink all such potential from whatever remained of his holy body. 

Perhaps he is mistaken. Perhaps, he wishes to be mistaken. The longer the other lingered, the more this meddling feeling troubled his divinity, this idea that what connects these two men was kinship. 

Kinship under bloodied, conquered immortality. 

God’s doubt deluded him that the white snake found itself an ephemeral match of no comparison. Beings of a higher consciousness with a timeline as generous as a millennium. Orochimaru’s touch was warm against his cool skin, his voice honeyed with deceit and innocuous interest. He touched on him with what felt like envy, but grasped with what tasted like fear. Death chased him like how fire clamored after the wax on a candlestick and while Nagato was not the answer to his solution— he was a step in the right direction.

Deities were iconographies. Ideas to behold, philosophies to be pondered. God did not mind extending his mercy and grace towards this wayward soul, yet it seemeth the more he flayed his dermal flesh towards the snake, the greedier he clung to it, sinking his teeth into the ever-rare warmth in a world so terribly cold. 

It was beyond Nagato’s understanding what Orochimaru wanted. Truly wanted. What he had yearned for, nor did he care to know. 

“ Orochimaru, “ God breathes, removing his loving hand from his favorite corpse and laying against the sunken cheek on a skull with its flesh strung too tight, “ indulge me your desires. “