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Explanation of  NCT U’s “The 7th Sense”

After reading how deep the lyrics are and listening to the creepy instrumental that includes bombs, gunshots, doors opening, knocking, yawning, voices and other creepy noises, I searched the internet to find some information on it. 

Someone took the time to analyze, interpret and explain the meaning of NCT U’s debut song “The 7th Sense” and boy, it’s much deeper than I thought it was. 

There’s so many hidden messages and references and I’m baffled how the writer of the original post even noticed and how SM thought about all this in the first place.  Unfortunately, the original article is in Portuguese, but I took the time and help of Google to translate it for you guys and since the article is quite lengthy, I cut it down to the important parts and it’s still as long as Rapunzel’s hair, but shorter than the original.

If you speak Portuguese, though, you can also read the original article. (If you find any mistakes, please leave me an ask.)

I already posted it but I cropped half of it out because it’s just too damn long.

So, if you’re interested and ready for all this mindfuck, keep reading!

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like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear

EVANESCENT; fleeting, fading, or disappearing quickly

chapter 002: karma you kind of hate the universe. like, so much.

masterlist |  pairing: itachi x reader x kisame publish date: 08.25.22 | wc: 5.3k chapter summary: in addition to the blood all over your house, there’s a giant shark nin passed out on your floor. you really need to start getting paid for this. chapter warnings: n/a

The first thing Kisame registers when he wakes up is that his back hurts. A lot.

The second is that he has no idea where he is.

He doesn’t immediately open his eyes and takes slow, even breaths; to keep up the illusion that he’s still asleep. He doesn’t remember much; a fight, a house. Tracking Itachi. Finding Itachi. There had been a voice in his ear, a hand on his skin, and now he’s … somewhere. Alive.

And not alone.

Kisame isn’t a healer but he’s far from stupid. His injuries should have killed him. He should be dead. The wound on his side is painful, but not agonizing, and he’s no longer delirious. He can feel pressure around other parts of his body that would equate to bandages and there seemed to be some sort of cushion under his head.

Someone had taken care of him. Someone had healed him.

Seguir leyendo

accidentally drew this on too small of a canvas but oh well!!

BABY TRIO

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (2/2)

Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist Here

Part 1 Here

Word count: 8,300+

Synopsis: Doflamingo has been sending you gifts of flowers and trinkets over your time apart, but he refuses to acknowledge you in public. Attending a gala held at marine headquarters. He attends with two concubines on his arms, and you arrive with your friend on the arm of a marine. Doflamingo attempts to make you jealous, but you decide to play his little game by using his own methods against him. You invite Sir Crocodile to play this little game with you.

Warnings: Doflamingo x f!reader, Crocodile x f!reader, kissing, yearning, pleading, crying, mentions of prostitution and concubines, NSFW, 18+, Mdni, smut, no sex - Doffy doesn't get the chance, reference to pollen in prior fic, size difference (Doffy is 10’, reader is 5’+), degradation - Doffy receiving, possessive Doffy, yandere Doffy, Doffy is pathetic, swearing, Doflamingo is his own warning, Doffy begs, toxic relationship, Doffy is infatuated, love confession, marriage proposal. ‘Mi amor,’ ‘Mami,’ 'my princess,' 'my queen,' femme titles used for reader, foot play, toe licking.

Notes: Please read the warnings before reading the fic. @ushoppu said they couldn't rest peacefully without a part 2 to the pollen fic. I said give me a couple hours, and unfortunately it took be about four. So much fun to write!

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

Looking up into the amber and rose-tinted sunset, you walked arm in arm with the swarve, hat-wearing marine. Your associate and confidant was on his other arm, enjoying the blushy hue his cheeks turned when she whispered scandalous flirtations into his ear. 

After you left the Donquixote palace once providing Doflamingo the kindness of aiding him in his pollen-induced illness, the king of Dressrosa decided it would be far easier to make you want him intimately if he demonstrated what that would look like to you. 

Sending you bouquets of red carnations wrapped in golden twine, ordering lavish garments and jewelry, he would attempt to woo you with his great wealth. The only turn of contention you had was the fact that Doflamingo would do these things for you while otherwise ignoring your presence in mutual spaces. 

Whether it was formal galas, events held in Alabaster, Doflamingo would neglect offering you simple and civilized conversation. Not that you minded, you hated him after all. Your hatred for him ran deeper and deeper the longer you attended the same events. You always attended alone, whereas Doflamingo had a string of concubines interlaced on his arms and singing his praises like little canaries. 

You had grown tired of this new game of contradiction: sending you gifts, only to make heavy eye contact with you while ravishing the women he surrounded himself with. He was attempting to make you jealous, and, unfortunately for the both of you, it was working. 

Partners hence since spending that afternoon in Doflamingo's dining room had not pleased you as they once did. All you could think about while in the arms of another was how Doflamingo’s tongue could reach all of those places within your pussy that this person couldn't. How his cock was so big, it protruded your abdomen with each gentle thrust he rocked into you. 

It wasn't fair. You wanted to continue to hate him, but each time you closed your eyes with a bedmate beneath you, all you saw behind your eyelids were those lengthy blonde eyelashes framing those expressive ruby globes. Those eyes looking up at you as his lips whispered his confessions into you. The soft call of: “mi amor,” his lips pressing against your skin, and his hand wrapping around your body to hold you close with his cock buried deep within you. 

Not fair at all. 

The next time you saw Donquixote Doflamingo was at an open invitation to the warlords and upper ranked marines, all permitted to bring a guest of their choosing to accompany them. Maria, your friend, was Bogard’s guest and she refused to attend without you present as a comfort to her in untested waters. 

Gently lacing your fingers in the dip of his left elbow, you walked down the lengthy red carpet towards the double doors surrounding the party. The gravel road crunched beneath the carpet with every step you took beside the gentleman. 

Only a few minutes ahead of you, Doflamingo had two of his concubines on his arms, all revealing far more flesh than you would deem tasteful. They had a job to do, and it was not in your nature to judge their profession. It was, however, in your nature to judge the tall blonde escorting them on his arms. 

As you turned the corner beneath the canopy towards the final length of red carpet, a hand decorated in a selection of fine rings and jewelry clapped Bogard’s shoulder and prompted him to halt his movements. The three of you turn to glance up at the hulking figure, dressed in a fine suit and gazing down at you. 

“Sir Crocodile,” Bogard nodded, his eyes guarded and his left arm extending with you in his elbow to join his hand over Maria’s, “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” Sir Crocodile grinned lazily, his eyes almost displaying mischief behind his eyes. 

“I seem to have forgotten to bring a guest to this soiree, Commander Bogard,” he informed you all, arching his brow up to his forehead, “I thought, considering you have two gorgeous women on your arms, you might be willing to part with this one.” He nodded to you, extending his right hand out towards you. 

Before Bogard had the opportunity to speak for you, Maria squeezed his firm bicep to halt his lips from moving. You grinned, unlacing your hands from Bogard’s arm and placing your left hand within his right. 

“Always a pleasure to see you, Sir Crocodile,” you spoke kindly and gracefully, nodding with a low bow in gratitude to Bogard. He mirrored your action, turning back towards the hall with Maria giving you a small wink in response. 

Crocodile attempted to place you within the crook of his right arm, but you turned away from his grip and softly draped yourself beneath his left and elevated his golden hook with your hands around his elbow. 

“You prefer the left, do you, little dove?” he whispered down with a slow rumbled chuckle in his drawl. You smiled, looking up at him through your decorated eyelashes and batting them playfully. 

“Any opportunity to be in the presence of your majesty is an honor,” you simply brushed his question aside, slowly running your fingers over his golden prosthetic, “Why steal me away from the marine?” He began ushering you towards the doors in an easy step. 

“You deserve to be showcased in your radiancy alone, enjoying the spotlight you deserve,” he whispered, in your ear as he leaned in a deep stoop beside you, “Especially in a dress that fine.” You smile warmly up at him, raking your eyes over his face and give his forearm a gentle squeeze. 

As you made it through the double doors of the marine gala, you felt eyes burn into you from across the room. Without paying the seering gaze any attention, you simply turn to Sir Crocodile and give him a gentle curtsey in gratitude of his gentlemanly chaperone. He smirks in response, pressing his lips to your knuckles before he takes his leave of you. 

Finally alone and unoccupied, you survey the room to locate Maria and Bogard already engaged in conversation with the marine upperclassmen. Not truly sure where to place yourself at this time, you finally make eye contact with the gaze you were avoiding. 

Donquixote Doflamingo’s eyes, although shrouded by his rosy glasses, never left you from the moment you entered the room wearing one of the gowns he had sent you in his array of gifts. He grit his teeth behind his lips and turned up his nose at you. 

Turning to one of his concubines beside him, he began pressing lengthy and tactless kisses over her all-too willing lips. He then turned from that one and brought his attention to the other woman beside him, pressing a kiss to her neck and raking his lengthy tongue up from her chin, up her jaw, to her ear. 

Instead of revealing your disdain for such a lewd act, not revealing the pang in your chest from the display of his attention wandering away from you, you decide to keep your face vacant. Looking him up and down, you simply turn around and wander towards the bar area alone. 

Noticing again your prior chaperone, you spare Doflamingo a final glance through your peripherals before ironing your resolve. You approach him with slow and intentional steps, almost something akin to a stalking dance with the click of your shoes alerting him of your upcoming presence on his left side. 

“Sir Crocodile,” you arch your back while placing your elbows on the bar, and look up at him through your eyelashes, “Would you be up for a little game to pass the time?” He arches his brow up, placing his cigar in his teeth before breathing in a gulping lungfull of sour smoke.

“Up to no good again are you, little dove?” He asked, the cool rumble of his voice shaking your spine in joyful anticipation. You nodded, subtle enough not to draw attention away from Doflamingo as he continued consuming his concubines’ mouths vigorously. “State your terms,” Sir Crocodile asked with a light purr.

“An exchange, sir,” you cocked your head, playfully biting your lip as you hummed at him, “I’ll buy you a glass of anything you want, if you would grant me a single kiss here and now.” Sir Crocodile’s interest peaked, his eyes widening ever so slightly as you continued your suggestion. 

“I admit to you, the King of Dressrosa has had me in his sights for some time,” Sir Crocodile listens to your confession as you utter it in a low whisper. “He is attempting to make me jealous,” you noted, prompting Crocodile to look at him from the corner of his eye, “And I simply do not care.” 

Crocodile hummed in thought, enjoying another deep drag from his cigar, nodding at you to resume your explanation. 

“I don’t want him, and I need him to know I don’t want him,” you confessed as Crocodile placed his cigar in the steel tray beside him, “I would rather chew glass than endure his attention a moment longer, so I thought perhaps if I were to enjoy the attention of another,” you drew up your index and middle fingers on the bar, playfully walking the digits atop the mahogany surface, “He might leave me in peace.” 

“And I was the easier mark to make between all those here present?” Sir Crocodile hunched down to your level, looking deeply into your eyes with his stalking orbs, “My offer as an earlier chaperone had you choose me as your target?”

“Not at all, sir,” you smirked, eyes darting between his with flirtatious mischief, “I chose you because I thought, one: Sir Crocodile would likely need something interesting to cure his boredom amongst the marines and fellow warlords,” you inched your fingers ever closer to his golden hook, looking down at it while you hovered your fingertips over the metallic surface, “And, two: Sir Crocodile is the most handsome man in this room, and it would be an absolute delight to hold his attention, even if naught for a moment.” 

A slow chuckle emitted from deep within his throat, his eyes falling half-lidded as his smile grew wider and more playful beneath his scarred cheeks. 

“A single drink for a single kiss,” he confirmed with a curt nod, his right hand collecting yours from atop his hook and pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “Or a bottle of my choosing, and you would be more than welcome to continue singing my praises atop my knee for the night, Princess.” 

You snuck a look at Doflamingo. Although his eyes were shrouded by his rosy glasses, you witnessed him glaring at the man beside you intensely. Allowing a soft giggle to rise in your chest, you dart your eyes down to the lips of Sir Crocodile before returning to his eyes. 

“Please,” you uttered quietly. Your whispered plea had Crocodile's breath hitch in his throat, his jaw falling slightly slack and eyes glazing over briefly. 

Crocodile released your hand, gesturing to the barkeep for a bottle of scotch from the highest shelf before darting his hand into the side pocket of his pants leg. Withdrawing a clip of Berry, he paid the barkeep and gestured for you to pick up the twin glasses beside the scotch bottle. 

You shot him a puzzled look, prompting him to lean over your shoulder in slow and intentional movements. His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear, drawing up your grin as he uttered, “It'd look far better for me to purchase the bottle to Doflamingo’s wandering eye. Make it seem like it's all my idea. Now, react as if I've said the most scandalous thing you'd ever heard.” 

“I'll repay you when I'm on your knee, Sir Crocodile. I'll slip my Berry into your pockets,” you sigh in response, your eyes fluttering shut as you feign responding to an illusionary, sultry remark, “And why don't you just tell me a scandalous thing instead?” 

He chuckled at your comment, pulling away from your shoulder and offering his left arm to you. You placed your right arm within the crook of his left elbow, his hook brushing lightly against your breast as he led you away from the bar. Twin smiles of mischief were painted on your lips, both teetering on the edge of small snickers as Crocodile sat on the plush, studded arm-chair in the corner of the room. 

Placing down the bottle of scotch, you followed suit and placed beside the bottle the two short glasses to contain it. Crocodile tapped his left thigh with his right hand, a smirk tugging up at the corners of his lips in anticipation of what you would do in response. Hastily tucking a folded wad of Berry into your hands, you began your little show of how much you truly did not care about Donquixote Doflamingo’s unwarranted attention. 

Making a show of it, you traced the outside of both of his thighs with your fingers as you stooped in front of him. You arched your back, giving Doflamingo a clear view of your ass to distract him from you placing a wad of Berry within sir Crocodile’s pant pocket. After tucking in the notes, you roamed your hands over his waist and up to his shoulders as you sat on Sir Crocodile’s left knee. 

His left arm hung over your hip. The steely tip of his golden hook tracing dangerous circles over your thigh, threatening to split the fabric of your dress in one fell swipe. You hooked your left leg over your right, reaching towards the table and filling the two glasses of the amber fluid before offering one to Sir Crocodile. 

Taking his glass from you, you both dipped your rims against one anothers, eliciting a soft ‘clink,’ in response. Smirking, you elevated your glass to your lips, Crocodile doing the same, and tasted the bitter burn of smoked scotch over your tongue. You leant forward, placing down the glass atop the table as before. 

Instead of rising to sit upright on the table once more, you traced the angular jaw of Sir Crocodile with your index finger. Eyeing you cautiously, he sat further back in his seat to make himself more comfortable. 

“How far are you willing to go to play this game, Sir Crocodile?” you asked him, your thumb and index finger gently pinching his chin. He smiled at you, brow arched as he looked through his dark eyelashes up at you. 

“You paid me like a whore,” He chuckled in a low rumble, his eyes darting down to his pants pocket and back up to yours, “I would almost suggest that gives you the right to treat me like one.” You scrunch your nose and attempt to bite back your giggle to absolutely no avail. 

The laugh shook your body as you lean further down into his chest. He chuckled at your response, reaching behind you to place down his short-glass on the table before placing that hand on your midsection at the base of your ribcage. He tugged you into his chest further, his hook scratching at your thigh, as he waited for your lips to descend atop his. 

“Kiss me,” you whispered to him, hovering your lips over his.

“Would look far better if you kissed me,” he whispered in return, a lopsided smile beckoning you in with a playful taunt “Go on, little dove. Romance me.” 

Cocking your head softly at his challenge, your smile only grew ever wider in response. You placed your right hand at the base of his neck, weaving your fingers into his hair and tilting his chin up with your left. Pressing your lips against his gently, you began coaxing him to open up to your teasing ministrations. 

Playfully nipping his lower lip, you traced your left hand over his jaw and down to perch on his shoulder. His thumb flicked over your ribcage, carefully holding you flush against his chest. His hook collected your dress at the hemline, playfully raising it higher as your kisses turned more daring. 

Where Doflamingo differed with openly ravishing his concubines’ faces, you were gentle with your own. Always gentle and intentional with your lips collecting Sir Crocodile's beneath your own. He was a willing recipient, truly enjoying the embrace with a soft hum through his nose, as opposed to someone behaving as if they were there only for Berry. 

Where the situations truly differed in your scandalous kisses and Doflamingo's was the fact that his concubines had naught but the name they went by for the evening. Your partner was Sir Crocodile: the lord of Alabaster, and a man of high reputation and power. You were the one on his lap, a woman with a high profile and not a scratch on your history. 

Your fingertips massaged his scalp as you switched angles, parting your lips to gently brush your tongue against his. A soft moan fled from his mouth to yours, his brows furrowed and his eyes lay closed in bliss.  As your sweetness began to chip away at his resolve to not overtake your domination and replace it with his own, you traced more massaging circles against his scalp. 

Finally pulling away from his lips, your left hand rose from its position on his shoulder and cupped his jaw. His eyes remained closed, only fluttering partially half-lidded when you traced his bottom lip with your thumb. 

“More scotch, Sir Crocodile?” you hummed at him, withdrawing your right hand from his scalp and cupping his left shoulder. You brushed your nose against his, circling it before pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, that he reciprocated immediately. The soft kiss ended as soon as it began, both of you, all smiles, as the mischief returned between you. 

“Do you kiss all your whores like this?” he asked you in a breathy whisper, “And yes. Please.” 

“Unlike many here present,” you smiled, withdrawing from the embrace and reaching over towards your twin glasses, “I don't keep the company of whores often, nor am I one myself. But you?” you claimed the glasses from the table. 

He awaited your continued songs of his praises, watching every move you made with keen interest. Sneaking a hasty look at Doflamingo only seemed to draw his smile up further. Soothing soft circles on your back had his smile purr through his lips, and a soft growl protruding from Doflamingo's clenched teeth.

“You make a very grand choice of a whore to keep. A high end whore.” Crocodile released your back from his embrace, looking up into your eyes once more. “A wonderful companion for the evening, your lips and kisses are simply a bonus.” Returning with the drinks from your stoop, the slightly revealed flesh beneath Crocodile’s hook was enough to elevate Doflamingo's pulse to an alarming rate. 

Wordlessly, you raised your glasses up to your lips and sipped at the contents. He unhooked his golden limb from your dress, smoothing it against your thigh with the flattened underside and trailed it back up to circle your hip. 

“I am glad you think so highly of me, my princess,” he praised you, his hook caressing your hip, “It is an interesting experience, being on the receiving end of ‘time’ for Berry; especially with the added intrigue at snubbing the king of Dressrosa.”

“I'm glad you're a willing participant, my cunning and handsome crocodile,” you released your right hand from his shoulder, collecting his chin beneath it, “Your company and attention has also been a highlight for me.”

Donquixote Doflamingo stood transfixed on the sight that just occurred. He had not spoken, had not groped at the women at his sides, nor had he made any wordless threats towards his subordinates from the moment he saw you link arms with Sir Crocodile. 

An unfamiliar emotion swirled in the pit of his stomach, drawing up to cage his lungs in steel claws. He knew rage and anger, and was accustomed to experiencing rage and anger from early childhood. But this emotion was something that advanced the spectrum of rage and anger, becoming something else entirely. 

He was drawn back to a moment from his past; his brother playing with a soft toy rabbit with long, droopy ears. Doflamingo decided the rabbit would look better in his hands, snatching the velveteen material away from Rosinante. As Rosinante begged for its safe return to him, Doflamingo, instead, tore the rabbit in half. 

His rationale was, ‘If I can't play with it, no one can.’ The longer he saw your smile draw up on your cheeks, your hands playing with the cravatte attached to Sir Crocodile’s neck, or trailing down his chest as he looked up at you with adoration, the longer he felt this rage fester inside of him. 

But rage, he was familiar with. This rage entwined its claws with a sorrow he had not known it's equal. His body was screaming in violent fury, while sobbing in silent yearning. He wanted you out of the jaws of the Crocodile, and shrouded beneath his wings at his side. 

He wants you to stop touching Crocodile like that. He wants you to stop laughing with Crocodile like that. He wants you to stop smiling that beautiful smile, whispering those witty retorts, and arching your back to give Crocodile a glimpse of your perfect body, he loved, like that. 

Doflamingo paused, his head cocking to the side as he scrunched his eyes and clenched his teeth hard enough to nearly shatter them.

He had already made a declaration of love to you, and you had even allowed him a kiss after ravishing your body under the effects of the pollen. He wanted you so badly, so desperately. Why wouldn't you just see reason and give into him? And why weren't you jealous of the two women at his side?

Jealous. That was the word swirling in his brain and clouding his mind. He wanted you to be jealous, but instead of gathering the proper reaction from you: you fled into the arms of another. 

And he was jealous. He was jealous of the time you were sharing with Sir Crocodile, instead of him. 

The jealousy only grew as you appeared to be truly enjoying being on the receiving end of doting from the older gentleman. It should've been him, you on his lap and singing his praises. His regrets at past treatment of you only forging more resentment towards Sir Crocodile, a man he truly respected. 

Meanwhile, Sir Crocodile recounted a tale of his youth, informing you of the cultural differences between Alabaster and your own, informed you of a variety of dishes he was fond of, and asked you a variety of questions to recount your own life. Truely, you praised yourself for choosing him as your mark. He was a delightful conversation partner. 

“All of this aside, you must tell me what is going on with you and Doflamingo?” his voice darkened and lowered in his usual tone, “He has not looked away from you the moment we entered the room together. Even now, his glasses are focussed on you atop my knee, my princess.”

You sighed, pouring another two rounds of scotch and handing it to Sir Crocodile. He raised his brows, waiting for a response from you while you remained silent. He grumbled in light frustration, prompting you again. 

“Have you slept with him?” he asked, you snap your eyes over and look down your nose at him in response. His brow arched higher, a slight sneer pulling at his lips. 

“Yes,” you hissed your confession with a snarl, mostly at recounting the moment together between you and Doflamingo in his lavish dining room. Sir Crocodile had his interest peaked for a second time, leaning forward and darting his eyes between yours. 

“And how was it?” you snapped your head down at him, forcing your brows to furrow deeper with a soft pout on your lips. Taking a deep breath in, you began your harsh whisper. 

“He is egotistical, malicious, conniving, back-stabbing, and self-centered at all times,” you spat, shaking your shoulders and hissing, “How do you think it went?” 

“Ah,” he echoed a lengthy exhale, his smile drawing up his cheeks, “So it was good, then,” Sir Crocodile chuckled, reaching into his breast pocket and placing a cigar in his teeth. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” you pouted softly, leaning away from Sir Crocodile and raising your glass up to your lips, “It was very good.”

“What made you do it?” he reached into his pocket again, claiming a gold-capped lighter and igniting the end, “You claim to hate him so much, yet you slept with him.”

You huffed another sigh of defeat, attempting to continue the facade of being a content plaything atop Sir Crocodile's knee with a subtle stretch and sultry roll of your torso. He watched with interest, exhaling a breath of cigar smoke as he fixed his gaze upon your face. 

“He attempted to poison me with an aphrodisiac,” you confessed truthfully, “I switched glasses with him, and he doused himself with it. Was a begging, pleading, whiny mess.” Your lips tugged up at the corners, “Would have been cruel to leave him in such a state.

“While I am many things, my handsome Crocodile,” you whisper to him, your eyes depicting a seriousness within them, “Cruel is not one of my main attributes.”

“He has concubines,” Sir Crocodile commented with humor dripping from his voice, “Why didn't you leave to get them for him?”

“I tried,” you giggled at his voice, alongside his hook tickling at your hip and thigh, “He all but forced me to stay with his pleading silver tongue, and those pretty, ruby eyes.” 

This was the first time Sir Crocodile released an unbridled laugh from deep within the recesses of his belly. His loud laughter drew a few wandering eyes, and prompted you to laugh yourself. He gently swatted at your thigh, giving your leg a curt, playful tap. 

“So you do find him attractive, and allowed him to persuade you with a few pretty words,” his teasing prompted you to roll your eyes in response, “And here I thought I was the one you found most attractive here.”

“You are, Sir Crocodile,” you cooed down at the man, pursing your lips as you combed through his hair with your fingers, “So handsome,” you leaned forward, brushing your nose against his and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

He hummed into you, this time drawing up his right hand to cup the back of your head to hold you closer. A small gasp of surprise spilled from your lips as he moved his mouth slowly and lovingly against yours. His nose brushed with yours as he changed angles, his eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed your embrace. 

Doflamingo grew livid, dismissing his concubines for the night and sculking over to the corner of the room to continue watching the two of you in a loving embrace. His scowl was intense and enraged, his gaze like his devil-fruit wires attached to pointed fingertips. 

“Doflamingo is watching more intently now,” Crocodile murmured against your lips, nudging your face up with his chin to break the kiss, “Are you certain you truly have no feelings for him?”

“He has feelings for me,” you admitted plainly, Crocodile leant forwards to claim your lips against his once more. You hummed against him, enjoying his attention and the sultry motion of his lips on yours. 

“He admitted them?” he sighed, moving his lips over to your jaw, “Made a claim on you?” He pressed a few soft kisses on your neck, gazing directly at Doflamingo, before pulling away. His eyes met yours, a soft and mischievous smirk rising up his lips. 

“He proposed to me. He called me ‘his queen,’ and ‘mi amor’,” you sighed in response, playing with Sir Crocodile’s hair at the nape of his neck, “I refused.”

“Ah, I see,” the wicked crocodilian grin drew up his cheeks, the silver scar joining the creases of his smiling eyes, “Men can act like animals when the mate they want rejects them,” he nodded, sweeping your hair away from your face, “And he did have such a pretty one picked out.”

“I should've put him down like the rabid dog he is,” you rolled your eyes, sneaking a look at Doflamingo from the corner of your eye and noticing his glasses partially drawn down his nose to pay you both unshrouded attention. 

“More akin to some diseased poultry,” Crocodile's playfulness prompted you to relax back into him, giving him your undivided attention once more. Raising your glasses again, you withdrew from his arms and sipped at your scotch. 

You both continued joking with one another, switching to more civilized conversation before it came time to excuse yourself from his lap and use the bathroom. He was pleased to find a new friend in you, truly feeling as if he had made a new ally and friendship with you. 

“It has been a pleasure being your lap princess for the night,” you complimented him, “I have never been more thankful that you attended the soiree without an escort, or me without a solitary chaperone.”

“I have enjoyed playing the part of your whore for the night,” he chuckled with a warm smile, “And I never need an escort, my princess,” claiming your right hand in his right and pressing his lips to your knuckles, “I tend to steal the pretty ones from the marines as a subtle ‘fuck you,’ to being called to attend these soirees. Truly a waste of my time.”

“I'm sorry to have held your attention for so long, Sir Crocodile,” you trailed your eyes over his face one final time, focussing on his lips before returning to his purple orbs, “Happy hunting for what comes next for you.”

“And good luck with Doflamingo,” he smirked at you, “You'll likely need it for what comes next for you,” offering you one final kiss atop your knuckles before you turned away towards the bathrooms. Once there, you hastily finished refreshing yourself, noticing you were not nearly as intoxicated as you ought to be with the amount of scotch you consumed. 

After exiting the small, single bathroom, you move to the hallway vanity and begin to wash your hands, blissfully ignorant of the looming figure rapidly approaching behind you. Toying with your lips, you fixed the small smudge on your chin from Sir Crocodile’s earlier sultry oscillations against your face. 

You looked beside your reflection, noting the pink feathers before all else over your shoulder. Shadow concealed his face, the small shine of pink from his glasses reflected was the only indication that he was truly looking at you. 

“Donquixote,” you uttered your dark acknowledgement, drying your hands on the ornate towels provided. 

“Mi amor,” he returned your tone, his cadence deep and dangerous. You drew up your heckles at that comment before choosing to make your way back into the main hall. You turned your head away from him, choosing to strut past him with no further acknowledgement of him. 

Just as you made it to the arched doorway, a strong palm and thick fingers surrounded the base of your neck, tugging you backwards against his chest. The crown of your head slotted harshly between his pectorals, your eyes and lips both scrunching tightly shut as he leaned down into your ear. 

“Where are you going?” he growled into your ear with a lazy slur in his speech as you attempt to wriggle and turn your head away in response, “I thought you said you don't usually take men twice your size, yet you chose to nibble at his face like a plover cleaning the jaws of a crocodile.” He returned you to the position you found yourself prior, using his brute strength to angle your body towards the vanity mirror. 

“Better than watching a flamingo feed his baby chicks mouthfuls of his own regurgitation,” you spat, choosing to stand strong in his steely grip, “Unhand me.” He flexed his hand, tensing the digits to completely wring your neck within his single hand. 

“For you to return to sit on his knee?” Doflamingo shook your neck lightly, “To place your lips on his once more?” he tightened his grip, “To invite him to your suite to share a private evening together?” You whimpered beneath his strength, his growl of foreboding ending your train of thought with a simple, “Not a chance.” 

“Release me, Donquixote,” you choked out, your hands clutching at your throat to break away his vice-like grip, “I am not yours to toy with. I didn't arrive with you, and I will certainly not be leaving with you.”

“You arrived with Sir Crocodile as his guest, did you not?” he drew up his arm to clutch at your torso with his vacant hand, “You're truly planning on leaving with him tonight? To take him home and continue your display of lust and passion?”

You chose to remain silent, an action that seemed to anger him more. You slammed your eyes shut, feeling how tense he was squeezing your neck with his left hand, while his right snaked down to your stomach. Scrunching your eyes ever tighter, he pawed at your dress and began to ball the material into heaping fistfuls just below your hips. 

“You were going to give to him what always should be mine,” he barked, raking his right hand over your stomach while burying his head within the crook of your shoulder, “You're mine.” His whisper cracked into a soft whimper, but you remained firm in your stance. 

You released your hands from clawing at his left hand. Arching your shoulders back, you tilted your chin up and clenched your jaw tightly closed. Doflamingo burried his face further into your neck and you felt the gentle quiver of his lip atop your skin. 

“Why can't you just-...?” he stuttered out, glancing up at your reflection. You darted your eyes from yourself to him in the mirror, noticing the swell in his ruby gaze weeping over his lashline. 

“Why can't I just what, Warlord?” you whispered, eyes narrow and dangerous. His lips parted as he pressed a soft and gentle kiss against your skin in response. He hooked his nose over your pulse and inhaled the scent against your skin. 

Snapping your hard gaze from your distorted reflection to his. Your eyes alone had the hand on your stomach and thighs immediately rip away from your flesh. The other loosened its grip on your neck, his fingers only holding you steady instead. 

“Why can't I what, Donquixote?” you uttered darkly. A soft quiver in his lips and straightening of his back away. His grip held him against you, his shrouded eyes unbreaking in their attention. 

“Answer me, Donquixote,” you barked your orders at him, “Take off those ridiculous glasses and answer me.” Snapping out of his partial daze, his frown deepened and his scowl drew over his lips. 

“You-... You can't tell me what to do-,” he began, halting as you turned in his arms and snatched the pink glasses off his face. 

“I am not some paid concubine you can take advantage of in a bathroom without a moment's notice,” you elevated your command while scowling, your lips rose in front of gnashing teeth, “Nor am I a whore for free use to sheathe yourself in. Although I may not be a warlord, a marine, or a pirate: what I am is not someone to be treated this way.”

His eyes darted between yours, his left hand still firmly affixed to the nape of your neck. You inhaled a deep breath, hardened your features and extended your chin in the air with pride. 

“Is this the way you would treat a queen, Donquixote?” your vocal cadence had Doflamingo's eyes fluttering, the ruby hue glimmering behind his thick, blonde eyelashes. He closed his eyes, only reopening them to look at your feet. 

“I do not understand,” he whispered, releasing your neck from his hand and instead reaching for your hand. You placed your right hand in his left, reaching forward and claiming his right hand in your left. 

“Try again,” you whispered in a tone lighter than air. He closed his eyes, blinking back his prior domination and succumbing to forced humility. 

“I truly care not for queens, kings, emperors, gods, nor their heirs and their titles,” he uttered his confession, his thumbs circle over your knuckles, dwarfing your hands within his own. “What I do care about is you. And I would treat you as a goddess if you would be my queen,” he stepped forward, stooping as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

As his grip lightened on your hands, you hastily snatched them away from him. Using the time to adjust your dress to a more suitable length and smooth over the material. A shudder of his hands at the absence of yours prompted him to wince back in shock. He cringed at his own admittance of adoration for you once more, knowing you would likely shoot him down again. 

You broke away from pressing your forehead against his and turned back to face your reflection. Checking over your makeup for smudges and smears, you simply turned on your heel without another word to Doflamingo behind you. A soft call of your name prompted you to slow your exit, but what truly caught you off guard was a single word from the man behind you. 

“Please.”

Hovering at the door, you paused on the threshold before exiting. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed Doflamingo was yet to place his glasses back on his face. His rounded eyes looked up at you through his lengthy eyelashes, a soft stutter in his movements prompting your lips to part. 

“Please what, Donquixote?” you attempted, his hand raising up to halt your words. 

“Please be mine. Say you're mine. Say you'll be my queen: my Reina of Dressrosa,” he rolled your name following his own family name in a breathy chant, “Mi amor, I need you by my side. Say you're mine, and I will fall on my knees for you.”

You choked on your own words, your tongue refusing to relay an affirmation or negation of claiming such a title for yourself. Blinking hastily, you redrew your eyes to the lengthy, wide corridor and back once more to the vanity behind you. 

“Mi Reina,” he serenaded you, romancing your resolution to simply leave him there, “Why can't you just give into me?” You shut your eyes and inhale deeply, holding it for a moment before releasing the tension in your breath. 

“I don't see you on your knees,” you whisper in a sneer without peering over at him. In response to your taunt, all you heard was a thud and a ruffle of feathers. You open your eyes and gaze straight ahead as you hear the shuffle of leather meeting the tiled bathroom floor. 

“If you turn, you will see me exactly how I will remain for you,” he whispered his plea, desperate for your attention, “Only for you, my queen.” After another nonchalant sigh, you finally give in and turn to him. 

The King of Dressrosa, the powerful warlord in a shroud of pink feathers, and the man who haunted your every dream with memories of the afternoon shared together, was on his knees. His knees were parted and his back was arched in a deep concave to compensate for his lanky form. He was the picture of humility and his eyes almost held the desperation and innocence of a child who was grieving a lost toy. 

“And how would you treat your queen, Doflamingo?” you whisper to him, slowly walking over and staring down at his hung head and pleading eyes. Cupping his cheek in your hand, you draw your face down and hover them over his. 

“I would worship you, mi amor,” he whispered, holding eye contact with you and pressing his lips against your palm. “I would seek to please you each morning, afternoon, and well into the night. I would do anything for you, just for the pleasure of having you at my side.” His eyelashes fluttered and his breath hitched. 

“You're pathetic, Doflamingo,” you whisper without remorse, “Attempting to make me jealous with your concubines, only to become jealous yourself. Disgraceful.” He whimpered, his pupils eclipsing his ruby eyes as his lips quivered. 

“D-Don't bully me like this,” he whispers, arching his body into the scrap of attention you're giving him as he remains kneeling on the bathroom floor, “You know it only makes me want you more.” You smirk at him, leaning over his lips and hovering your above his. 

“Despicable and detestable,” you whisper, prompting him to whine in response to your degradation. 

“Stop it, mi amor. I'm serious,” he whimpered, his blonde eyebrows raising in a peak in the centre of his eyebrows, “You know how hard your horrible words make my cock. I'll cum untouched if you carry on like this.”

“Oh,” you pout in a mocking tease, “So disgusting, Doflamingo. You are an egotistical, self-centered, horrible person who doesn't deserve to taste my lips on his.”

“P-Please, mi amor,” he stuttered, his lips parting and huffing in response, “Please kiss me. Say you're mine. Say you'll be with me always-.” You cut him off by giving in and placing your lips over his and claiming his whimpers into your mouth. 

He immediately drew his hands to the back of your thighs and tugged you into his broad chest, moaning and whining like a greedy puppy being gifted his first steak after a lifetime of malnourishment. He rubbed patterns into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, raking his hands up to splay over your ass and mould them beneath his lengthy digits. 

“I hate you,” you utter into his lips as your kiss lingers on. He groans into your lips and rolls his eyes in bliss as you finally grant him the attention he so desperately craves from you. 

“I love you,” he confessed in a breathy chant, forcing your legs apart and urging you to step over his hips for balance. You softly caress his shoulders and gather your hands at the back of his neck, tilting your chin and grinding your tongue against his in an unbridled expression of your lust. 

The truth of it was this: Donquixote Doflamingo had not experienced a single orgasm since you allowed him the pleasure of burrying himself deep within your perfect pussy. He couldn't bring himself to release his seed into his hand, nor erupt in ecstasy with his concubines forthwith. 

There was nothing he could do to usher himself within the halls of heavenly bliss, not even picturing your face as he usually did could bring him over the edge. His impotence came as a complete surprise to him, but his libido remained ever higher. He was drunk on your pussy, a curse he knew would plague him harder than the pollen ever could. 

Each time he nearly reached the end of climax, his body forced him to edge himself by simply blocking his pathway to heaven. And each time he experienced this, he would send you a gift to know he thought of you. It was a cruel game he was playing, each gift becoming more extravagant and extreme than the last. He wanted you, and he knew you truly didn't want him. 

But now as he felt you within his arms and ravishing his lips with your own, he could barely contain himself. He loved you so desperately, he knew he could only seek out satisfaction within your arms. 

You smirked into the kiss, raising your right foot off the ground and placing it over where you knew his hard cock was lingering beneath. He immediately whimpered into your mouth, nodding frantically and urging you to press harder. 

Breaking your lips away, you gazed predatorily into his eyes and sneered at him with a cruel grin. 

“You want me to be your queen, Doflamingo?” you asked him, pressing harder with your heel over his clothed and achingly stiff cock, “Prove it to me.” He nodded, his eyes looking up eagerly and desperately. 

“Please, my queen,” he whispered, removing one hand from your ass and wringing your ankle with his lengthy digits, “I'll do anything.” His eyes filled with glossy tears as he gazed up at you with nothing but devotion. 

You tested his resolve, slowly grinding the ball of your foot over his cock and collecting a high-pitched groan from him in response. You began to pick up the pace, angling your toes to curl and circle over his cock beneath his patterned leather pants. 

“Anything?” you hum your question at him with a soft click of your tongue, “Are you quite sure, Doflamingo?” 

“Anything!” he huffed and panted, his hand gripping your ankle grinding his cock into your foot while his hips began to rutt against your shoe. “Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please.” 

“Oh, so pathetic,” you pout at him, looking down at him as his jaw fell slack and eyes grew half lidded. The longer he ground his cock against your ankle, the harder he pawed at your ass to withhold him from cumming immediately. He was so built up, he couldn't take another minute without you. 

“You gonna cum in your pants, pretty boy?” you taunt him. He immediately strained his release, withholding his climax by gritting his teeth and whining in response. 

“Only if you let me, my queen,” his breathy whisper had your eyes eclipse with your own lust. He continued to grind and rutt his aching cock against your shoe, his eyes crying as he withheld his orgasm from exploding immediately.  

“Go on then, Doflamingo,” you taunt him, caressing his forehead and taunting him with your gracious, gentle affection while overwhelming his senses by pressing your shoe firmer against his cock. “Cum in your pants like a misbehaving puppy. Cum for your queen.”

“M-my queen?” He stuttered rocking his hips harder into your food while rolling the flesh of your ass beneath his hand, “Can I cum for you, my queen? You'll let me cum for you? My queen? You'll be mine?” His questions flew out of his lips faster than lightning, prompting you to laugh at him in response. 

He took your laughter as a sign of your permission, immediately flooding his pants with sticky ropes of his viscous cum. He was so pent up, his thick load coated the insides of his pants and immediately moved to stain the material of his pants with the oozy dampness of his eruption. 

“Fuck-... I-I'm cumming. I'm-... f-fuck-... hhah-... fuck, mi amor. I'm cumming,” he chanted your name like a prayer, wheezing as his breath ran away from him at the coil in his abdomen snapping so harshly by such a small touch. You kept your shoe firmly pressed against his cock, clicking your tongue as you felt his cum seep through his pants into your shoe. 

“Tsk, you made a big mess of my favourite shoes, Doflamingo,” you utter in disgust before your lips spring up into an unhinged smile, “Lick it off.” 

Without further words he eagerly drew your ankle up to his face and parted his lips. Releasing his tongue out, he swirled the moist morsel over the ball of your foot and licked over your toes. He never once drew his eyes away from yours, his lips drifting from licking your heel to kissing the tips of your toes. 

“Enough,” you said, tearing your foot away from his face and looking down your nose at him. He fluttered his eyelashes at you while feeling the thick globs of glossy cum trickle down his balls and pool at his ass between his parted thighs. 

“You'll marry me, then?” Doflamingo questioned you in a low whisper, “You'll be my queen and rule by my side as my goddess? Mi Reina. Mi amor, please say I passed your test.” 

You hum in thought, feining contemplation while knowing within your heart the answer you truly wanted. 

“Yes, you greedy, detestable man,” you roll your eyes at him, caressing his cheek before bringing your lips to brush against his forehead, “I'll marry you.” He exhaled a breath he didn't know he was withholding and felt a weight fall away from his shoulders. He flopped into your touch, releasing your ankle and ass and drawing his hands up to cradle your lower back into his chest. 

Removing one of his hands, he reached into the hidden breast pocket within his pink, feathered cloak and pulled out a small, burgandy box. You place both feet beside his hips and hold firm in your stance. 

“Good,” he smiled with a shaky breath, withdrawing his head from your hands and revealing the glossy box to you. “Because otherwise I would've brought this along all for nothing.” He opened the box, revealing a soft pink, solitaire, square diamond on a golden band of rubies and garnets to frame it. 

“Really, Doflamingo?” you lull your head to the side and glare at him, “You're going to propose to me on the bathroom floor of a marine gala with your pants flooded with cum?” He nodded eagerly in response, his eyes looking up, hopeful and pleading. 

“You really are pathetic,” you utter in response, tugging your left hand away from his face and holding it out to him. He laughed, his smile genuine and truly happy as he removed the carefully selected ring and placed it over your unity finger. It slotted over your finger with ease, his lips eagerly finding your knuckles as soon as he moved it to the hilt. 

“Careful with your mean words now, Mami,” he whispered into your hand, his eyes falling half-lidded and dangerous, “Or my pants won't be the only thing leaving this bathroom with my cum painting it's insides.”

why can i already imagine the scenario in my head? el tío sukuna es el tío raro

Board games with uncle Sukuna :)

They are taking this thing seriously, already take the cards out of the game

Princess

Kakuzu x Reader x Hidan

For @itzcleetus

4k

Threesome, stripper!reader, blow-jobs, choking, rough sex, facials, face-fucking, squirting, creampie, oral, dirty talk, aftercare, praise kink, degradation kink.

"Hey, Princess!"

You finished strapping on your heels before lifting your head to see who was calling your name, "What's up?" you stood up, checking yourself in the mirror and making sure the fishnet tights you wore didn't get bunched up with the bodysuit and end up tearing mid-dance. Wardrobe malfunctions in the middle of a routine were incredibly annoying.

"Your boy toy is here, brought a friend too", the dreamy look in her eye made you snort, "When I say; tall, dark and handsome- I mean literally!" She fanned herself with her hand dramatically, making you laugh loudly, turning the heads of some of the other girls in the dressing room.

"Okay, relax", you rolled your eyes playfully, your laughter dying into gentle chuckles, "If he's not all that- I'm holding you personally responsible". You wanted to believe your friend, but you couldn't trust her judgement when it came to men. Diamond had an odd taste in men; case in point, her old boyfriend who considered a matching tracksuit as "formal wear" and a trip to the barbers as a foreign concept. So, when she came tittering into the room, babbling about a tall, sexy man, it was easier to let her fawn and make your own observations later.

You fluffed your hair, applied a small layer of lip gloss, then strutted out of the dressing room with your friend Diamond in tow. "I'm serious!'' She said close to your ear, the loud music making it difficult to hear each other, "He has this 'touch me, and I'll kill you' vibe that's just-" she sighed blissfully with a small smile.

You scoffed, giving her a quizzical expression with squinted eyes and pursed lips, "And that's...hot?" you asked hesitantly, already concerned with the answer she would inevitably give you. Instead, you just shook your head, "Forget it, don't answer that", you ignored her stutters of an explanation of her odd attractions, "I'll see you during our break, okay?" she rolled her eyes but kept the smile and locked pinkies with you, "Empty their pockets".

"Always!"

The two of you went to separate polls and started a flawless dance routine. The money rained around you when you dropped to a split, hearing your loudest cheerleader whoop and holler from his seat by the stage, making you grin wide and perform extra tricks to hear his laughter.

You gripped the pole tightly as you spun slowly, then swayed your hips while dropping down into a squat with your legs wide open for the men in front of you. Hidan grinned, throwing more money between your legs, "Hey, princess", you took his hand and allowed him to help you step down from the stage- into his awaiting lap.

"Hi, cutie", you pressed butterfly kisses on his jaw while rolling your hips against him to the beat of the music. Hidan's smile stretched, his large palms running over your thighs covered by your fishnets, "The usual?" you whispered in his ear, then nipped at it softly so you could hear his delicious groan.

"Nah, a little extra, Princess", Hidan gestured over to the glooming hunk sitting on the chair beside him, "I brought a friend, figured you could cure his grumpy mood", he teased while slipping a wad of cash tied with a rubber band into your bra.

Hidan was the only man you did this with; this, as in, sleeping with a customer. The first time it happened, you decided to call it a lapse in judgement- overlooking the fact that you were completely sober. Hidan sauntered into the strip club, throwing money and taking dances from practically everyone. He was fun and sexy, so you decided to take him home for the night.

To your delight, Hidan turned out to be the best lay you've ever had. After an excellent night, you both parted ways- that was until you saw him again a week later- and the week after that. You told yourself there was nothing wrong with having a weekly fuck buddy- it just made you feel weird when Hidan would slip in some extra cash for your services.

You grasped the wrist that carried the money, "I told you, I don't fuck you for the money", it was meant to come out as firm, but it only made Hidan chuckle and press a kiss on your neck.

"I don't give you the money for that, Princess", his other hand started venturing up your thigh, "I want you to have nice things". His warm breath ghosted against your pulse; you gripped his shirt tightly, feeling the firm muscles on his arms tighten around you, "I like to spoil pretty princesses", Hidan murmured huskily, "Let me spoil you, okay?"

You nodded slowly; morals started slipping whenever he talked to you in that voice. All deep, dark and filled with lust. You discreetly accepted the extra cash, then stood up from his lap, "The back room is free for private dances", you winked at him, enjoying Hidan's cheeky grin and visible enthusiasm through his pants. You took his hand, then led him to the backroom, completely forgetting that he bought a friend until the three of you stood in the secluded, sound-proof room.

You stared up at the second man in the room- now you understood what Diamond meant. He was a hulking black man with long dreads and piercing green eyes that made you go weak in the knees. He looked older, no- his eyes looked older, but his arms, chest, muscular thighs clad in jeans- all screamed a strong physique. The man towered over you, the tattoos of stitches that ran across his mouth seemed to strain under his scowl.

He just seemed to radiate dark and ominous energy that had you both terrifying and turned on. Perhaps you were just as crazy as Diamond- or maybe that's just how he made every woman feel.

Hidan stood behind you as openly stared at the other man. His hands wandered around your waist and down your hips, "This is my friend, Kakuzu", he began to say with his lips pressed against your collarbone, "I told you about him, remember?" An odd tension disguised by the lust started to rise as Hidan continued to speak, "I told him about us- I told him I found a pretty princess for us to play with".

"Kakuzu..." you breathed out gently, testing his name by letting it roll off your tongue. He looked down at you with an expression that almost looked bored if you hadn't noticed the slight tensing of his jaw and the way his eyes followed Hidan's hands on your body. Your nerves began to ebb away the more Hidan's touch became bolder; his hands left a searing heat in their wake- awakening your pussy of the intimate feeling.

The air became hot and thick; a soft whine left your lips when Hidan pushed his bulge against your ass, "What do you say, Princess?" his mouth returned on your neck, "Think you can take us both?" Hidan began to unzip your bodysuit slowly as if he was waiting for you to back out, but oddly enough, you didn't want to.

You knew what Hidan had to offer- the little kitty inside you was curious to find out what Kakuzu was offering.

"Yes".

You could feel his grin on your skin, "Good girl", your bodysuit slipped off your body, leaving you in your underwear and fishnets. Hidan smacked your ass playfully, "Kakuzu is just gonna watch at first, okay?"

The man walked past both of them and sat down on the sofa opposite. The seats ran along the wall in an L shape with some footstools and plenty of plush pillows. There was a small music station and a mini-fridge with plenty of drinks with soft lighting and LED lights, but those remained off for now. The room is usually reserved for private parties. Kakuzu leaned back, draping his arm over the back and settling his gaze on the way Hidan touched your body.

You turned your head so you could capture Hidan's lips into a kiss, deciding on regaining some pride and control after gawking at the older man for what seemed like centuries. You reached back, grasping the back of his neck and using him like a pole to grind and sway against Hidan, giving Kakuzu a show of your moves.

"Take off her bra", Kakuzu's deep baritone startled you, almost as much as how quickly Hidan obeyed that command because now you stood topless with your breasts on full display. You whimpered into Hidan's mouth when his calloused palms started massaging your soft mounds, "Come closer".

Hidan nudged you forward with his hip, never breaking the kiss and keeping his hands kneading your tits, forcing sweet sighs out of your mouth. You both walked towards him until your knee bumped against Kakuzu's. Hidan pushed his thigh between your legs, using it to rub against your cunt already staining your panties. You ground your hips on his thigh, mewling softly from the friction upon your clothed clit.

"Bend her over".

Hidan let go of your mouth and made you fall forward by the waist, forcing your face to be inches from Kakuzu's. A deep full body blush burned you as you stared into the older man's eyes; you could see the dark convent of desire that stirred beneath his scowl. You wanted to be the one to break his mask, to have him untamed and wild.

"Go on, Princess", Hidan sank to his knees and ripped your fishnets, "Don't you want to touch him?" you could hear his grin, "He's sexy, right? I knew you'd like each other", he smacked your ass playfully before dragging your panties down, watching a thin, silvery string drip down with the fabric. A throaty groan rumbled from Hidan, "Fuck- you're so perfect, Princess", his large palms spread your cheeks, exposing more of your glistening cunt to his greedy sights.

You whined softly, ducking your head to escape the embarrassment of Kakuzu's intense eyes and wriggling from Hidan's groping and intrusive gaze, "H-Hidan-". You weren't a shy woman, but being at the mercy of two men like this was a little too much.

"Look at me", Kakuzu grunted, and when you didn't- he seized your chin, forcibly making you look up at him, "Is a stripper becoming shy?" Hidan barked out a laugh from behind you before delving face-first into your pussy- you jerked forward with your cry of surprise swallowed by Kakuzu's mouth.

Grunts, sighs and sounds of your cunt being devoured filled the room. You pushed back against Hidan's face while your hands started petting Kakuzu's broad shoulders and firm chest. He tasted spicy and faintly of cigarettes, but that didn't bother you. Kakuzu's other hand palmed your tits, rolling his fingers against the hardened bud and drinking your sounds of pleasure against his mouth.

"More", you whined upon his lips. You could feel Hidan's tongue stroking up and down your slippery folds before capturing your clit and suckling on it softly. Kakuzu pinched your nipple to gain back your attention.

"Hear that, little slut wants more", he grunted towards Hidan; the man smacked your ass in response. Kakuzu's grip on your chin tightened as he jerked your head to the side so he could place hard, open mouth kisses on your neck, "You're a greedy little thing, y'know that?" You set your hands on his knees for leverage, soft moans leaving your mouth as Hidan's fucked you deep. "Begging for more when you haven't even touched us yet", he chastised with heavy gruff and darkened eyes.

You tried to answer, but the heat that pulsated between your thighs and pooled in your belly was too intense to ignore. Heavy pants and sweet moans were the only sounds you could muster. Hidan's loud and enthusiastic slurping continued, causing your thighs to tremble as you fought to keep standing. Your eyes rolled back as the dam threatened to burst inside you and coat Hidan's face with your juices.

"I think you've spoiled this little princess too much already, Hidan", your eyes shot up to him, seeing a sinister look in Kakuzu’s eye that promised sweet agony and delicious punishments.

Your orgasm was so close, "N-no, please-"

Kakuzu grasped your throat, cutting off your pathetic sounds of protest in replace of desperate gulps of air. His rough actions only made you wetter, and he could tell from the way your lips parted in a silent moan, "Hidan, stop".

The power in his voice had you whining low in your throat, whereas Hidan huffed before parting away from your quivering pussy and standing back up, "I felt her tightening around my tongue- god", he groaned, unbuckling his belt, "You should have a taste too", Hidan grinned, wiping his face with his shirt before tugging it off, "Princess, you should taste Kakuzu-" his large palms rubbed your ass, "Her mouth feels just as good as her pussy".

Kakuzu released your throat, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger again.

You gasped, quickly regaining your breath. "I want to", you whispered, looking up at Kakuzu through your lashes and giving your best pleading pout. Your hands ventured up to his thighs slowly to reach the thick bulge that strained against his jeans, "I could taste you, now"- you felt his mouth curl up into a smirk against your neck, "Let me taste you, daddy", you pleaded sweetly, grasping the thickness that lay between his thighs.

"Hey! You said you didn't have a daddy kink", you looked over your shoulder to see Hidan scowling with his hand stroking up and down his shaft in idle strokes.

"Sorry, baby", you hadn't meant to say it- Kakuzu just had an intensity to him that felt different to Hidan, "You're still my favourite, though", if it weren't for him playing matchmaker, then this never would have happened.

Kakuzu chuckled, allowing you to unbutton his jeans, "You just don't have that vibe, man", you managed to pull his cock from his pants, licking your lips unconsciously and greedily drinking in the sheer size of him. Your smaller hands could barely wrap around the base of his shaft; Kakuzu had a girth that made your mouth water and pussy clench.

"Go on, princess", Hidan appeared beside you, looking down at you between Kakuzu's thighs with a wide grin, "Are you scared? Is it too big for you?" he taunted with a cruel smirk, "Show him what a good little slut you are". Hidan brushed your hair back from your face as both men watched you wrap your lips around the engorged cock head and give it gentle little sucks before widening your jaw and swallowing down his length.

Pathetic gags ripped from your throat, making them chuckle and humiliation flame your cheeks. You breathed through it, determination and pride fueling you to grip the base of Kakuzu's shaft with both hands- allowing the drool trickling down your chin to act as lube before bobbing your head up and down his length.

The deep groan that vibrated through his chest spurred you on. Hollowing your cheeks, you twisted your hand and stroked him through your suckles. You felt Hidan's cock poke your cheek impatiently, obviously dissatisfied from being left out. You slapped his hand away and replaced it with your own, stroking him hard and firm, the way he liked it.

"That's my little princess", Hidan groaned, thrusting his cock into your fist lightly, his gaze never leaving the way you drooled and slurped up on Kakuzu's fat cock. Where Kakuzu had girth, Hidan was slender and curved slightly at a perfect angle to hit your sweet spot every time. Your cunt ached in anticipation to have either man inside.

Kakuzu grunted loudly when your teeth unexpectedly grazed against his sensitive flesh- though it was a deep groan of pleasure rather than pain. You figured a man that was friends with Hidan had a pain kink too. His hands tangled in your hair, pushing your head a little deeper until your throat constricted around his head, "Hidan, face or pussy?" he gruffed, lust heavy in his tone.

Hidan's shallow ruts into your fist faltered as he considered the question, "Nah, the better question is-" his grin turned feral as he looked down at your tear-stained face, "Creampie or facials?"

Kakuzu groaned low in his throat when you moaned around his cock, "Fuck-" he panted, abdomen tense as he fought against his impending release. "You creampie, and I'll give this pretty princess a nice facial, hah", Kakuzu's grin seemingly stretched the tattoos of the stitches across his face- it made him look incredibly sexy and terrifying at the same time. He jerked into your mouth, "Would you like that?" he watched you nod weakly, mouth stuffed with his dick, "Want me to ruin that pretty face?"

You hummed around his dick in response, causing him to groan and chuckle at the same time. The noise went straight down to your clit, your pussy slick and clenching around nothing as you wriggled your hips. Kakuzu gathered your hair in a fat fist and signalled to Hidan to return to his position.

"I got you, baby", Hidan slipped out of your fist and walked back to your ass. He grasped your hips, grinding his dick against your slippery folds and moaning from the friction, "Gonna make you milk my cock dry". You pushed back against him, your tongue busy swirling around Kakuzu's length to speak. Hidan grunted, "Impatient, huh?" he chuckled before spreading your cheeks open and pushing his mushroom head against your tight entrance. Hidan panted softly, your pussy quivering from the intrusion.

You moaned, sighed and whimpered upon Kakuzu's cock until Hidan's length was nestled firmly into your cunt. Kakuzu wiped a tear from your face before looking up at his partner, "Ready?"

Hidan smacked your ass with a wide grin, "Fuck yes!" both men began rutting their dicks into your holes. Your body shook from the onslaught; Kakuzu held your hair in a tight grip as he fucked his fat cock into your throat, Hidan snapped his hips into you, his curved dick slamming into the spongey spot that had you seeing stars and crying into Kakuzu's lap. You slobbered and choked around the thick grith that stuffed your mouth.

"You should see her face", Kakuzu grunted, rutting his hips in a firm pace, "Pathetic and drooling". He grinned down at you, his eyes cruel and dense with a thick layer of lust that matched the potent stench of sex in the room.

Hidan groaned, his hips faltering when you squeezed around his cock, "Dirty little princess loves it when you say shit like that", he gripped your hips tightly, "I can feel your sloppy pussy squeezing me". Hidan went back to slamming into you mercilessly, grinning widely at the sounds of pleasure you babbled pitifully.

Kakuzu cradled your head, watching the muscles constricting around his length in rapture, "Is that so?" he whispered, "You like being ruined by two dicks, is that it?" the tears that clamped in your lashes rolled down your cheeks as he shoved his cock down your throat, "You're a slutty little girl, letting us fuck you like this".

You cried when Hidan slammed into you so hard, your orgasm washed over you abruptly, and Kakuzu's cock slipped deeper down your throat- making you gag and slobber all over him. Your thighs trembled, causing you to collapse, except Hidan wrapped a solid arm around your waist and lifted you from the floor. One hand gripped your waist while the other held you firmly as he continued to thrust into your sopping cunt. You held onto Kakuzu's thighs for leverage as the men used your body to chase their release.

"Princess, you made a mess on me", Hidan teased, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls and abdomen painted with your wetness, "Think you can do it again?"

Kakuzu huffed, "I'm sure she has another one in there for us", his grip on your hair tightened the more he pushed your head up and down his thick length.

Your body ached, throat burned and pussy throbbed as you accepted their harsh movements and cruel taunts. You squeezed your eyes tight, your vision blurring while you tried to keep up with Kakuzu's thrusts and keep yourself breathing enough not to completely choke on his cock. When you heard Hidan's curses become louder, you purposefully clenched your inner muscles around his length- it was always his sign that he was close to cumming.

"God- fuck!" he shouted. Hidan leaned over; his solid chest pressed firmly against your back as his hips spluttered and rammed hard into you, "Gonna stuff you full of my cum, baby", he groaned low in his throat, biting the tender skin of your neck as he fucked you hard and fast with his balls slapping against your puffy clit.

Kakuzu's pace picked up too, using your throat to chase his own release as he watched your pitiful face contort into pain and lust, "Cum on his dick, princess", you whimpered, shaking your head weakly while swallowing around his cock. You couldn't- it was all too much. Kakuzu grasped your throat with his other hand, groaning when he felt the way you clamped around his size, "You can, and you will- do it again", the demand rasped through his voice, "Be a good girl, and do what daddy says".

You whined loud- Hidan cursed, his orgasm tearing through him aggressively, three pumps of his hips, and he was emptying his cum into your sloppy cunt. Kakuzu chuckled, then groaned when you dragged your bottom teeth against the thick vein that ran along his length and lapped up at his slit at the same time. Kakuzu slipped your mouth off his cock, relishing in the way your tears, snot and drool spluttered as you coughed for air. He stroked himself to the lewd expression on your face, groaning low in his throat as his cum painted your pretty face.

Hidan rubbed frantic circles on your clit, his cock still buried deep inside you so he could feel the walls clamp around him as a clear liquid gushed from your pussy. Your lips parted in a silent scream, your orgasm ripping through your body and splashing Hidan with your juices. The dark carpet became stained with your essence.

"Wow!" Hidan laughed, his fingers never stopping, even when you squirmed and jerked away from his touch, "Didn't know you had that in you, princess".

Kakuzu wiped your tears, hypnotised by your lovely face coated with his thick ropes of cum. He watched you cry and whimper, biting your lip to stop the noises then moaning when you tasted the rich substance on your mouth. Your body slumped against them both- you had no strength left in you after that. Hidan picked you up then gently set you down on the sofa.

"Where are-"

You pointed to the box on top of the mini-fridge; it had tissues, wet wipes and condoms in there for any shenanigans.

Hidan brought the box over and crouched down beside you, wiping your face gently, "You did so well, baby".

Kakuzu took a wipe and gently rubbed your abused pussy, your folds coated with Hidan's cum as it dribbled out in thick gobs, "Such a good girl", he murmured while cleaning you up.

Their whispered praises and gentle ministrations lulled your soul into a calm state, peacefulness washing over you the way their hands did on your spent body.

Hidan must have cleaned himself up when you slipped into unconsciousness because now he sat with your head in his lap and hand stroking your hair, "You ready?"

"Mmm?" you murmured gently, lifting your head to see Kakuzu's intense gaze settled on you and his large palms caressing your thighs, "Ready for what?"

Kakuzu's eyes darkened in that way you became familiar with- the look that promised sweet agony, "For round two, princess".

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