The following is text reposted from as ask for Hidan to be treated softly and being spoiled. The original is currently still up but did not appear in the tags. Enjoy!
Itās always been so hard for him, you know?
Gentleness...sensitivity...those arenāt things that made him into the man Hidan is today. Yugakure was the land of hot water and pushovers, and this ninja knew he had to make his way in the world in the opposite manner if he was going to be worth a grain of salt to his lord Jashin. So...why? Why does it matter all of a sudden, to be so kind?
Oh, my silly darling...itās you!
In appearance, his kindness in practice is merely...tolerance. Stillness. He purses his lips under hooded eyes, and though you could mistake his expression for boredom, itās care in which he observes your actions towards him, your movements about his body like your fingers are feathers and breath a wind that couldn't even make a chime ring aloud. Hidan at first had wondered if youād cave; if after learning of his immortality, his reverence for self-affliction, youād exert your will upon him. Each hug you've shared, he's waited for nails to dig into the skin upon his back. When you started holding hands, when would you begin to squeeze so hard his fingers would turn purple? And finally...when you kissedā¦
...Why didnāt you ever bite?
Sensation in the world of your silver demon is that of extremes. Either very loud or very quiet. Agony...or ecstasy. Why, then, did it take till now for him to knowā¦?
āLet me,ā you beg him, whispering through strands of gray hair so your message enters his ear, āLet me love youā¦ā
...Why did it take till now for him to know that the opposite of pain is this? Tendernessā¦ So hypocritically, he accepts, a thing that he feels so sharply.
It scares him.
But heāll try, just for you, silly little thing.
As you place your hands on his chest, he looks at you more seriously, gravely than he ever has. āYou sure you want me like that...? I aināt exactly nice back.ā
But he is, he has been. You know this, so you nod in spite of what he speaks. Hidan frowns. And then he sucks in a long, steadying breath.
āOkay. Iāll be your doll for the day. You got one shot.ā
More like he has one shot to convince you heās not worth your time.
Underneath the print of your finger, the named man resists as you try to be sensual, go at your preferred, slower pace and drink him in less like a shot of whiskey and more like your favorite tea. He looks downright silly, like a whining child, even as you lean over him as heās supine upon your bed.
āWhat...? I thought you told me I should be bolder.ā A pink tingles your cheeks, doubt making your brow curl with concern as a new idea arises; perhaps he no longer consents. āIā oh. Iām sorry. Iā I misunderstood...ā
With disappointment, you crawl off of him, and while you sit at the edge of the mattress, back of your head to Hidan, the man sits straight up, unfussed with his now messy bedhead he made, laying back-down on the sheets for your amusement.
āWhā whyād you stop? Get back here!ā he stammers in disbelief.
āYou donāt like it...I canāt make you like it.ā
The hell you canāt, moping all sad like that. Itās quite a feat, making a killer like him so goddamn soft. His chin tilts diagonally down, violet eyes with a look thatād make a puppy jealous. Though you donāt turn to see, you can feel him staring at you.
āHold on-- I promised you a day. Youāre going to take a day. You damn well better.ā
Your head tilts in confusion. āHidanā¦?ā
āI meant it. Iāllā Iāll shut the fuck up. Iāll bite my tongue off ifāā He sees the disapproval on your face. āāIāll not bite my tongue off for ya. Howās that? Compromise?ā
Itās your turn to exhale, pulling one knee up to your chest as you look over your shoulder to the man who canāt seem to decide what he feels. A bizarre thing needs to be asked:
ā...Promise youāll tell me if me being soft is too much for you?ā
He doesnāt even need to dignify that with an answer, look of desperation on his face says it all. Despite every instinct heās drilled into his mutilated body saying no...his heart so very much says yes.
āOkay,ā you promise him. And back you go, straddling over him as you fight back nerves and take control in the exact way you know he deserves.
There is nothing more sinful than how sweet you are to him, Hidan thinks. His lips part as you comb his hair, tingles down the back of his neck. You, his god or goddess for one day and one day only, encompass his view, filling it entirely with your unending love. Adoration streaks a shine onto shadowed eyes, the glow seeming even brighter as the bottom eyelids pinch up to nearly closed. You lean in closer...and closer. He smells like vanilla musk and the tinge of metal underneath your nose.
It begins with his forehead, so simple...so overpowering. His eyes widen, the touch so slight yet so precise that he can sense every millimeter of your lips kissing his head. No longer is it just a press, a force upon flesh; the motion of your mouth, even so sweet, so chaste, teaches him what a kiss really feels like.
And he only gets more breathless and you work your way down.
āAngel, Iāā
You cut him off, the gentlest way you can, and your lips fit together like plush puzzle pieces. As you taste him, guessing if the flavor on your tongue is blood or strawberry, magenta eyes wide and shaking in fear...gradually...crinkle.
And then they close as he finally gives himself up to you.
āYouāre so sweetā¦ā you sigh, catching your breath as you hardly speak above the ambient noise of this little bedroom. Every time before, he wondered if this statement was a lie, but your pounding heart pressed to his...itās undeniable.
You, poor thing, love him.
And to his fright, he loves you too.
āIām not,ā he denies, though his heart is not in it. You sense this with ease, noticing the distinct lack of confidence he usually carries like a burden; itās up to you to help him set it down.
āYou are,ā you, his glorious heathen deity insist. Like a good lord above, you exert your will and it is final. āYou are and thatās okay.ā
His eyes crack back open, staring at the ceiling as you trail butterflies over his jaw and flutter to his collarbone.
Hidan prays neither you nor Jashin-sama can see the tears pinprick his eyes. What a terrible, heavenly thing to be, to be adored by someone who knows you better than you may know yourself.
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