loose ends was so good..ive been looking everywhere for well written krauser nsfw stuff. do you habe any re4 krauser?
jackie boy is such a gold mine for content, i wish more fans liked him. don‘t you worry tho, i got you, anon :))))
audience
warning: heavy dubcon, krauser being mean, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talk
“Hng… Jack, don‘t-“
You writhed in his lap, legs forced wide open to accommodate for his wide frame. Your chest was pressed flush to his, face buried into the side of his neck so close that you felt his even pulse.
“Oh, but we‘re just getting started, baby.“
One large hand heavily rested on your hip, thumb rubbing circles into your skin that would sooth you if the circumstances were different. Maybe if those parasite riddled men weren‘t standing around you, breathing raggedy wet breaths.
Jack‘s other hand was crammed between your bodies, disappearing between your thighs to plunge two thick fingers into your pussy over and over. You couldn‘t keep still, torn between riding his hand to completion and jumping out his lap to escape those glowing eyes that were a recurring nightmare fuel.
“Jack… They can see…“ Your arms were tightly swung around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, pulling him impossibly closer to hide yourself away - maybe even fuse with him to escape the shame you felt. He clearly had none left.
Jack laughed, voice directly inside your ear. “You know I don‘t mind the audience. ‘S not like they can touch the goods.“ To drive his point home, Jack pushed in deep until you tried to lift yourself up and away from the stimulation. The hand on your hip held you down easily, leaving you defenseless and moaning while his fingers curled into your spongy sweet spot.
“Besides, you‘re so wet right now. Enjoying this more than me?“
You shook your head against the crook of his neck, whining in both distress and arousal. Shame and lust were so tightly interwoven in the pits of your stomach that you couldn‘t separate them anymore. You twitched around him and Jack grinned. If there was something you couldn‘t hide from him it was how your walls gripped his fingers right now.
“Fuck, you love this. These bastards would be all over you if they had even an ounce of free will left. You want that?“
Jack‘s voice, his words - they gave you whiplash, hips slowly grinding against his hand, legs shaking like leaves. “N-No!“
You peeled your face away from his neck, catching a glance of your surroundings. Five men stood just behind Jack, close enough to touch your face if they just extended an arm. Their eyes were so distant but clearly focused on you. There was noise behind you - boots and groans and heavy breathing. You locked eyes with the man standing closest in your field of view and you felt your heart hammer against your ribs.
“You‘re leaking all over me. If I wasn‘t right here, you‘d throw yourself at the biggest guy around, wouldn‘t you?“
You sobbed, vision growing blurry with tears but hips bucking down anyway. You were close, wildly constricting around those fingers fucking you at a steady pace. If your heart wasn‘t beating in your ears, you‘d be able to hear the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy with every thrust.
“You let them fuck you raw when I‘m not here? C‘mon, tell me.“
His thumb joined the assault, pressing against your clit. You jerked in his lap, moaning high and pretty while he rubbed slow circled into the bundle of nerves. “I told you to speak.“
His voice was level, commanding. You scrambled to brace your hands against his wide shoulders, trying to replay his words in your head and forming a coherent answer.
“Don‘t… I-I don‘t-“
Jack looked at you, expressionless with a mean glint in his eyes. “You better fucking not. Whose job is it? You know this one, baby.“
Your chest shook with a moan that bled into a wet sob, hips still moving to meet his movements. “It‘s yours…“
Jack grinned at that. “Atta girl. You‘re right, it‘s my job to fuck this hole. And you know what?“ His fingers stilled mid thrust and you could finally catch your breath. The pause wasn‘t long lived once Jack harshly ripped his fingers from your hole, turning your exhale into a winded whine.
“I think I‘ll do just that.“
“Wha-? But-“ You yelped, Jack suddenly standing up from the shitty folding chair, two hands securely on your thighs to pick you up with him. You clung to his shoulders, looking around yourself to discover that there were more brainwashed soldiers right behind you the whole time, mouths slightly ajar and eyes unblinking.
“What‘re you doing?“ Your words were fast, stumbling over themselves as Jack put you down in front of the chair. He quickly spun you around, back to his chest and you almost fell - your legs felt soft underneath you, wetness sliding down your thigh and growing cold with the air.
“Jack!“ A strong hand clamped down on the back of your neck, the other snaking around you and warmly laying on your stomach as he shoved you forward, bending you at the hip. Your hands flew out to catch yourself on the backrest of the chair.
“Stay.“ Jack all but barked the order at you. You shivered, head forced down with the bruising hold he had on your neck. His other hand disappeared and a zipper sounded loud in your ears.
Your eyes were wide, listening to Jack groan as he pulled his cock from the confines of his heavy cargo pants. He couldn‘t be serious. Jack never made you do something like this before, fully aware how terrifying these people - this parasite - and this whole mission was for you. You were shaking, palms slippery with sweat but you couldn‘t deny that there was slick dripping on the floor with the knowledge that Jack was about to mount you like a dog right now.
You gasped a soft breath as the warm head touched your hole, applying some pressure before rubbing through your folds. Your hips were squirming against him, unable to thrust back or pull away as long as Jack held your neck in place. His dick kept rubbing your pussy, tips just barely catching on the hole as you whimpered. “Jack…“
The teasing stopped as Jack chuckled. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll give you this dick.“
And Jack, being a man of his word, firmly held the base of his cock to line himself up, oozing tip finally slipping into your body. You sucked in a breath, the initial stretch was always a lot to take. You knew that Jack knew that. You also knew that he loved it.
His hips snapped forward, only stopping when his pelvis clapped harsly against your ass. You cried out, the brutality of it almost sending you face first into the chair if it wasn‘t for Jack pulling your right back.
His hand pulled away from your neck and you instinctively took a step forward, feeling him too deep in your guts.
“Don‘t run from this dick now. You‘ll take it and you‘ll love it.“
His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling you back to keep your ass flush against him. You were whining, finally able to pick your head up and regretting it right away.
One of those things - barely a man anymore - stood right in front of you, staring down on your frame and making your whole body tense up. Jack groaned behind you, hips pulling back to snap right back against your ass.
“Fucking tight…“ His pace was relentless, fucking into you with fast, rough strokes that made you cry out. One hand reached back, pushing uselessly at his hip. “Slow- Ahh! Slower!“
Jack was grunting behind you with effort, totally left cold at your attempt to stop him, muttering filth under his breath about how good your pussy was, about how he should‘ve done this sooner.
You couldn‘t take your eyes off this monster in front of you, afraid that if you did he‘d touch you, kill you. Jack would never let him but you couldn‘t risk it, couldn‘t stop thinking about it.
Jack kept up his rough treatment, pulling you into his thrusts to go as deep as possible, kissing your cervix with every thrust.
A horrible mix of shame, fear and thrill brewed between your hips, making you burn from the inside out if you didn‘t cum right now.
It didn‘t take much. No fingers on your clit working you over the edge, not Jack‘s mouth and tongue stimulating your sensitive nipples. You were cumming just like that with a sharp cry on your lips, just from Jack‘s brutal thrusts and that feeling deep inside you that you didn‘t want to acknowledge.
Jack moaned low in his throat, hunching forward and faltering in his movements as you squeezed his cock into a vice grip. He rutted into you again, reaching his peak buried balls deep, cumming enough for it to spill out around his cock.
Jack breathed for a second before stepping back, pulling out and letting go of your shoulders. Without his hands on you, there was nothing holding you upright. Your legs gave out easily, knees hitting the floor in front of the chair. You felt his cum dribble out your hole thickly, running down your thigh and dripping on the floor. You were holding onto the chair, wheezy and breathless.
Jack was already decent again once he crouched down beside you, pinching your chin between his fingers and turning your head towards him.
“Wasn‘t that fun, baby?“
You could do nothing as he sloppily pressed his lips against yours. Maybe it was a little fun.
I liked your loose ends with krauser, hoping that will have a continuation... if u don't mind ofc
i do not mind one bit, anon, trust me. this man lives rent free in my head anyway, they did him SO GOOD in the remake. i didn‘t intend to make him toxic but what can i say? i like em like that
loose ends pt ii
warning: slightest puppy play (jack calls reader dog), oral f receiving, slight dubcon(?) (you‘re literally kidnapped), overstimulation
You remembered your house, your couch. Your boyfriend that you thought was dead for almost half a year. You remembered falling asleep under him, remembered his voice speaking lowly about keeping you.
Your brows creased uncomfortably, eyes pinching tightly together. What did he mean?
You remembered bright lights and white walls but it flashed as fast as you could blink. Antiseptic was a ghost in your nose, burning sharply in your sinuses and coating the back of your tongue. There was something underneath. Something old, stale. Sometimes it smelled like gunpowder.
Why was Jack different?
There was a noise, loud and throbbing in your ears. You tried to roll over and stick your head under your pillow. But there was nothing. And this wasn’t your bed.
It was hard and solid and cold. It smelled different yet again - metallic and new.
Your fingers flexed and twitched as you came to your senses.
“You awake?“
Warm, baritone. Your chest tingled but you also flinched, unnerved that you weren‘t alone and didn‘t even know it. You wanted to curl up, suddenly cold. Crisp air blew across your bare arms, bare cheeks, bare feet. Your toes flexed.
“Thought you‘d be out cold until landing, princess.“
Your eyes cracked open. Your throat felt dry around his name. “Jack?“
A laugh. You turned around, seeing blurry shaped before you - mostly greys and whites. And a person.
The first thing to come into focus was Krauser, casually sitting on a cot across from you in full gear - knife strapped to his chest, tactical vest covering most of his torso and knee pads over his green cargo pants. His hand loosely held a pistol, the other worked a cloth across the metal barrel.
He was looking at you with sharp eyes and it almost distracted you from the fact that you two were in a helicopter, of all places, going god knows where. The deafening noise you woke up to were the rotor blades relentlessly spinning.
You felt nauseous for a moment. Not only because Jack hauled you into a helicopter without telling you where it went, not only because he clearly didn‘t expect you to wake up during the flight but because you didn‘t immediately fear for your life. After everything you still felt safe enough around Jack to not be up in arms the moment you woke up in a strange place with him.
You bit the flesh inside your cheek.
“Where is this going?“
Jack rested his elbows on his knees, still slowly wiping down his gun with practiced hand movements. “Does it matter? It‘s not like we‘re turning back anyway.“
You sat up, realizing that you were asleep on a cot mounted to the helicopter wall - the same one Jack sat on across from you. Your hands tightly held onto the edge. “Of course it matters! You‘re crazy for doing this.“
Jack looked at you from under his eyebrows, face blank and calculating. He put down the rag, tossing it onto the cot next to him into the rest of his cleaning kit.
“We‘re scoping out a village in spain. So how about you put that pretty little head down again because there is nothing you can do to turn his thing around.“
You swallowed around a lump in your throat, watching Jack straighten out and closing the cleaning kit case before stashing it into the bag between his feet.
That didn‘t sound horrible but Jack wasn‘t in the army anymore, not since he was taken out of active commission after his injury. Whatever mission he was on right now could have any objection and it left you uneasy.
You wrapped your arms around you, finally giving in to the cold wind fluttering around you. You shivered, teeth shattering as you exhaled through your mouth.
“You cold, sweetheart?“ You looked at Jack, watched him stand up at full height. He barely needed one step to close the distance between you two.
“I know just the thing for that. Let me warm you right up.“
You exhaled shakily as Jack sank to one knee in front of your cot, holding eye contact the whole way down. Two strong hands came down onto your thighs, sliding up into the soft juncture of your hips to urge your legs apart an inch.
Your hands dropped low, catching his wrists as if you had any considerable strength to stop him.
“Wait.“ Jack raised his eyebrows at you, hands resting on your body easily. He was waiting but he wasn‘t the most patient man. “You still owe me an explanation.“
Jack huffed, lazy grin playing at his lips. His hands crept across your hips, gripping you hard. “Do I really?“
“You really do. What- Jack!“ You almost yelped as big hands yanked at your hips, making your ass slide closer to the edge of the cot. You fell backwards onto your elbows with the sudden movement, all words lost.
Jack wasted no time tugging your bottoms down your thighs and you gasped high and sharp as the wind brushed over your newly exposed skin. Gooseflesh made your skin prickle up and Jack immediately placed his warm palms on the tops of your thighs, kneading the flesh.
He was just touching, just petting over your skin but you twitched ever so slightly with every firm squeeze he gave you, squirming in your place on the cot.
Jack wasn‘t a lover who went slow and soft, never was. It left you standing on your tippy toes in anticipation, your thigh muscles taunt and flexed under his hands.
“Relax for me, yeah? We got a whole lot of time.“
You pressed your lips into a firm line. Easy for him to say.
But he looked so good, so like your boyfriend as he knelt between your legs, large hands holding your thighs.
You breathed out a sigh as those fingers inched into the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to settle closer to his naked price. But instead of aiming for the target, Jack tilted his head to press warm lips into the inside of your right thigh, breathing you in. Your legs fell open further and you felt Jack‘s lips quirk up into a smile. His mouth parted, teeth sinking into your flesh just enough to hurt.
You yelped and twitched, legs unable to close with rough hands holding them open. Jack mouthed at the imprint of teeth, watching you intently the whole time. When he bit down again right next to the tender spot, you sounded more airy, holding yourself up on one elbow as your other hand slid into his short hair. You tugged, an honest to god bodily reaction to Jack‘s teasing. You didn‘t realize until he made a sound deep in his chest, something like a rumbled protest. His mouth left you.
“Trying to set the pace now? That‘s cute.“
Your bottom lips jutted out, hand uncurling around his strands but still resting on his head. “Don‘t tease me.“ He looked amused, thumbs pressing firm circles in the flesh of your thigh. “Please, Jack?“ You sounded soft, almost thought that Jack didn‘t hear you over the steady noise of the rotor blades.
“Good manners, that‘s how I like it.“
You held your breath as Jack finally leaned in and ghosted his hot breath over your pussy. His hands followed, resting in the sensitive spot where your hips and thighs met.
Finally, his tongue pressed flat against your folds, making you shiver and sigh. He glanced up all while licking a broad strip across your sex, tongue catching on your clit on his way up. You whined, hips chasing his mouth as he pulled back from the first lick. He laughed, one arm laying across your stomach to hold your hips down.
This time he moved back in with purpose now that he had you how he liked you - under his mercy.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking just enough to make you breathe out his name with need. His tongue flicked over your most sensitive spot. You felt the texture of his scars on your skin but only had half a mind to focus on that. Your eyes screwed up tight but you were sure he was still watching from down there. He always liked watching you, picking apart your reactions to most efficiently give you all the pleasure you could take, sometimes even to distract you from how rough he got with your body when he really wanted to let go and take you.
You cried out in surprise, feeling a thick finger rub through your folds, gathering up slick and pushing in three knuckles deep. The stretch from nothing to just one finger was enough to cause a slight sting but the discomfort got muddled up by Jack sucking and licking your clit. It was almost too much but a second finger soon followed, pressing into your pussy and forcing your walls apart.
“Oh God.. Jack-“ You choked on a moan. His chuckle sent vibrations straight through your pussy and up your spine. You desperately tried to grind against his tongue, his fingers but his arm held you down like steel shackles.
You pressed out sweet little “ah, ah, ah“s with every thrust of his fingers, constantly hitting as deep as they could while the constant stimulation on your clit started to burn with the promise of an orgasm. Your fingers flexed in his hair, frustrated and so desperate to get more, get closer, finally cum on his face.
You moaned, pulling his hair shamelessly. It seemed to catch him off guard, actually burying his face between your legs that much closer, teeth scraping your hypersensitive skin.
Jack grunted, sucking your clit once more before moving his head back and leaving you whining for more.
“Wha-?“ You looked at him, unfocused and confused with the same harsh grip on his hair.
“Change of pace, baby.“ Jack sounded slightly winded, flush spreading just across the tips of his ears. His pupils were blown with lust, chin shiny with spit and your slick. He even pulled out his fingers, holding them up for both of you to see. Jack spread them apart, watching your juices stretch between his digits, running down his hand. You moaned softy at the sight.
“You like that? Seeing how good I can fuck you with just two fingers?“
You nodded, thighs shaking slightly as you were so transfixed on Jack‘s hand until he moved them back between your legs. “You‘re not a dog, are you? Use your words.“ A twinge of arousal caught a breath in your throat at his words and you shamefully hoped Jack didn‘t notice. Two soaked fingertips circled around your clit, deliberately missing where you need him the most. His face inched back down, breath fanning over your slicked hole.
“Y-Yeah. I like it…“
“Mmh. Put those legs on my shoulders, baby.“ You complied, albeit not without effort as your legs felt like jelly and moved just the same.
Jack seemed pleased enough, tongue tracing the rim of your pussy while his fingers finally swiped over your clit, smearing your own juices over the spit he already left there. His arm finally freed your hips in favor of having his other hand join his tongue, spreading your pussy with one thumb to work his tongue into your twitching heat. His lips closed around your sex, fingers now working in a slow rhythm on your clit.
His cheeks hollowed, sucking firmly on your folds while his tongue licked across every inch it could reach. He was groaning into your pussy, no doubt straining against his pants painfully.
The thought made you grind against his mouth. “Gonna- Please, make me cum. Ah, please-“
You were slurring words of nonsense, head thrown back and Jack never even slowed down on your pussy, eating you out like it gave him more pleasure than you. Your stomach felt tight, thighs squeezing his head like a wrench but it did little to stop him.
Your orgasm hit you like a boulder in the chest, hot tears running down your cheek as you sobbed and twitched, legs almost falling off his large frame. But Jack didn‘t care although he clearly noticed your walls constricting wildly from too much stimulation as he tongue fucked you through it.
“Too much! Ahh, I can‘t anymore…“
Your elbows gave out under you, sending you harshly on your back while Jack simply pulled your hips closer, holding them with both hands so his face could bury itself into your pussy, nose bumping into your clit. Every touch against it felt white hot and made you cry but Jack was merciless, not stopping until you wailed and slurred out strings of his name mixed with pathetic “please“.
He finally pulled back, letting your legs fall off his shoulders bonelessly. His hand stroked softly across the tops of your thighs, up your hip bones and across your stomach underneath your shirt. His touch felt electric after such an intense orgasm and you struggled to open your eyes.
He wiped his mouth on the back of one hand, grinning down at you.
ik ik. i said las plagas leon but it’s been days and the krauser fight won’t leave me alone. my man is seriously underrated.. ONE CHANCE PLS JACK
loose ends
warning: dubcon, oral, creamy pies
Jack walked with purpose, hood pulled deep into his scarred face but still barely containing the twitching lip sliced apart by shiny pink tissue.
It was a clear evening, one that‘s in the middle of a work week. To him this was just a frayed string that had to be tied up before he could lay his past to rest on the graveyard they put his headstone on.
He never visited his grave, of course. He wouldn‘t know if they bothered after not finding his remains. But it was his finale. Chapter end, book closed.
Or it was supposed to be.
But things were left undone and Krauser just couldn‘t leave it alone and Wesker gave him free reins as long as he wouldn‘t impair his narrative.
He wrung his hand in his jacket pocket, paper crinkling in his grip but it already served a full purpose of leading him. He was so close. The scars on his mouth felt tight and he wiped his free hand across his lower face and jaw to losen his expression.
The house stood in front of him tall and solid but Jack felt like he was grazing down on it as he approached the front door. He looked at the door bell and letter slot at the door.
His finger traced the name plastered next to the button, his voice barely a breath.
“y/n l/n.“
Tonight he was going to do his worst work yet.
His hand fell away from your name as he angled towards the large potted plant decorating the porch. A grin pulled at the deepest scar. “Silly girl.“
He fingered at the soil until he dug up a small dirt colored box. Gently picking it up, Jack shook it by his ear to hear the rattle inside. You never changed.
The box came open and out of it, the spare house key.
Jack unlocked the front door, throwing it into the opposite wall as he stepped in. He could hear all immediate noise stop. TV went on mute for a moment, plates and silverware went silent. A disbelieving voice.
“Hello?“
Jack set his jaw under your voice. It‘s been so long. All this time he thought he remembered it perfectly, each quirk and dip in your tone. The way you pronounced certain words.
But hearing it was different. Humbling because his memory wasn’t absolute.
There was shuffling, he couldn’t picture you sliding the awful fuzzy blanket off your lap that he only tolerated the feeling of.
“Mom? I thought you‘re not coming until… tomorrow…“
Bare feet tapped across hardwood floor into the hallway, staggering and finally screeching to a halt.
“Jack?“ It was a breath but not even. An exhale of what was left in your lungs and then some - your chest left a vacuum.
Jack looked at you and his mind was never set on a goal more. You looked so torn up in that hallway, wearing one of his old tshirts. The dog tags clicked together, sounding high as a bell in his ears. The ceiling light beautifully caught the dented mental dangling from your neck.
But your face. You looked like conflict, sorrow and fear and delight jumping across your features in waves.
“Did ya miss me?“
Your hands rose towards your face, tremors zapping through your muscles. Your palm cupped your mouth to sob into your skin. You met his steel eyes from across the hall.
“What’s the matter? Thought you’d be happy to see me.“ A grin split his face apart. His scars itched under the pressure. His face felt like ripping apart.
Your feet were suddenly moving and once set in motion, you weren‘t stopping as you ran. No, you crashed right into Jack‘s chest and your knees buckled underneath you. You would‘ve fallen, poured straight through the gaps in the floorboards and you would‘ve never found yourself again.
You would‘ve if not for big, warm hands wrapping a secure grip around your shoulders.
Jack held you against his chest as you leaned your full body weight into him, relying fully on his support. And you cried. You cried like the day you learned about the helicopter. About no bodies being recovered. About your boyfriend‘s death who you had been a secret for all this time.
The irony didn‘t just walk past Krauser. He circled an arm around your back and pressed you closer, chest rumbling with a laugh that created a tense line in your spine.
Why was he laughing like that? Why was his laugh different?
You wiped your eyes on the buckskin material on his chest before you peeled your face off his jacket, fingers hooked in the fabric.
You got your first good look at the man since he arrived - intruded.
“Your face…“ A gasp, followed by soft fingertips tracing the puffy scar from his eye to his lip. There was a certain horror in your eyes but a tenderness in your touch. That conflict again.
“Woah, easy. Barely got it healed now, baby.“
There were fresh tears as your palm cupped his cheek, thumb going over what was a deep gash just before as if your touch alone would smooth his handsome face back out.
“What… what happened to you?“
Jack‘s hands slid to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips bones. A smile played at his features but left his eyes cold. Those eyes weren‘t his. He wasn‘t in them and you almost took a step back if he didn‘t hold you so firmly.
“Something the matter?“ The playfulness in his tone was almost entirely gone. He spoke low, studying your face as it fell and built itself up in new emotions of fear. You were fearful, doubtful.
“You- You‘re not…“ Your voice trailed off, wheezy and soft. A little higher than you would recognize yourself as.
“That how you welcome me back?“ He was still wearing that grin, hands now dropping from your hips to circle around your wrist in an easy hold. Easy for him, you realized, as you tugged them back without any give from Jack‘s hands.
They were so warm you almost got lost in how familiar it all felt.
“You died! Your helicopter- How?“ Your breathing picked up, dipping your toes into hysteria while he just watched, walking you backwards into the living room.
The TV still flashed bright images of a commercial but nobody really took notice.
“Came back just for you.“ You felt the couch digging into the back of your knees, threatening to make you fall if Jack backed you up any further. “You’re telling me you’re not happy? Got a new boyfriend already?“ His tone was even, voice kept level. He wasn’t yelling, never at you. But there was intent in his voice, something dark as he asked you that question.
“Of course not. It’s only been 4 months since…“
Jack bent at the hips just slightly, head dipping too to make up the height difference. “Since what?“ You looked at him, really looked into his eyes and felt your lip wobble. This wasn’t Jack.
This wasn’t your boyfriend.
“What’s going on, Jack? You’re not like this.“
At this, Jack sneered, lip pulled up as he tossed you back just hard enough for you to fall into the seat of the couch. He stood so close, legs caging you in and crowding you against the couch cushions.
“What would you know?" His words were harsh, spat down at you like you were small. And still, his rough palm came down on your head, fingers pushing through your hair lightly. Not gripping, not tugging. Just feeling your scalp under his fingertips.
His free hand found the buckle of his belt and your eyes snapped from his face to his crotch. He was hard already, erection bulging out his cargo pants.
“What the hell?“ Your hands came up to push at his hips, frowning deeply. This wasn’t right. You dreamed of the day that brought back your boyfriend but you didn’t envision this. Never this.
Jack didn’t budge, fiddling open his belt one handed. “Don’t act brand new. We did this all the time when I came back from duty, didn’t we?“
You only managed to shake your head before Jack‘s patience ran thin and he yanked out his fully hard dick, squeezing the base of his cock with a groan. “Open up, baby. C'mon.“ Jack tilted his head to the side, staring you down as he squished the tip of his cock against the seam of your lips, painting your frown with his beading precum as if it was lipgloss.
You turned your head as far as Jack‘s hand on your head let you. “Stop it, you- mmh!“
Jack clicked his tongue, thrusting just the tip in your mouth as you spoke. “Yeah, just like that.“ His palms rested on the sides of your head like a caress but really, he was holding your head to feed you more of his aching dick. “Fuck… Been too long, hasn’t it?“ His hips pumped shallowly into your mouth, cock head bumping into the roof of your mouth with every push.
Your hands braced against his hips, humming in protest as you looked up at him. He looked intense, mouth slightly open and holding aggressive eye contact.
“You missed this dick, huh?“ His hands put pressure on your skull, almost as if he didn’t even know how strong he was. Your eyes pinched shut and you got no warning before Jack snapped his hips forward, lodging his cock into your throat. You gagged, unprepared but Jack didn’t pause, much less pull out so you had no choice but to attempt to take it. If he noticed the weak tapping out you did on his thigh, he simply ignored it in favour of going deeper.
“Look at me while I fuck that mouth.“ He used his US army major voice, stern and cutting through the air like a bullet.
Your eyes fluttered open, lashes wet and clumped up with tears. You looked up into his general direction. You couldn’t see him through those glassy eyes.
Whatever Jack saw seemed to please him however, nails scraping across your scalp as he ground out a moan. You were drooling on yourself, cheeks and lips red as he worked your throat with sharp thrusts.
“Not sure about you“ he paused for a moment, cock stuck in your throat, to adjust his grip on your head “but I missed this real bad.“ His thumb wiped underneath your eye, smearing your tears across your skin.
He pumped his hips faster, already most of his cock stretching your throat and bulging out your skin. For a split second your were afraid he really wouldn’t stop. For a moment you thought he would suffocate you for real but just as your dizzy head started spinning, Jack pulled his cock from your mouth, glistening wet and connecting to your lips with strings of spit.
You gasped and coughed, heaving breaths shaking your frame. You could barely recover before Jack had you pinned down on the couch with one hand snaking into your sweatpants. You yelped, throat feeling incredibly raw. This fingertips stroked over your clothed pussy, humming at the feeling of your slick seeping through the fabric.
“That got you wet? God, you little slut.“ He laughed, tearing your bottoms down your legs. “I missed you.“
Your clothes landed on the floor. Jack put a tight grip on your thighs, prying them open to really settle between them. “Keep em open for me.“
And you did, knowing something wasn’t right with your boyfriend. This was scary. He scared you. But something in the pit of your stomach told you it wasn’t all fear. Not when you watched him stroke his cock slowly, eyes fixed on your pussy laid out in front of him. You were glistening for him, clear juices running down your ass as you clenched around nothing.
You held your breath as Jack pressed his angry red cock head between the fold of you pussy, swiping the tip through your folds until you whined. “You desperate for it now?“ He looked at your face, still splotchy and watery from getting your mouth fucked until tears. You sucked your bottom lip in. There was no better look on you, he decided. “Yeah, you are.“
His free hand went straight to your hip, pressing you into the couch to adjust the angle against your hole. His hips snapped into yours, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust.
You yelled out his name, barely understandable but he heard you all the same.
“Fuck… Came here to put the past down but I‘ll keep this pussy.“
His hips didn’t stop working, fucking you with hard and deep strokes but his words sparked some recognition in your brain. Unfocused, you looked at him as he gripped your hips in both hands to pull you into his thrusts.
“Wha-? Ahh!“
His thumb pressed into your clit, circling tightly. “Don’t worry about it.“ He grinned at you, sweat beading across his forehead. His thumb was relentless, applying firm pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his rough movements. You couldn’t worry about it with your head going blank. There was nothing but the feeling of the couch beneath you and Jack‘s weight above you. Nothing but his cock stretching your pussy to its limits, hammering into your cervix until you cried all over again from stimulation.
“Jack! 'M gonna-!“
Your walls were twitching and convulsing. His touch on your clit burned, it was too much. Your legs shook, trying to close uselessly around Jack‘s huge frame.
“Cum on my cock then.“
You wailed, having no choice but to take his cock, his hands, his words. Your release was looming close, making your chest heavy. It hit you all at once, whiting your vision out as you screamed and gushed around the thick cock pumping you through your orgasm.
It didn’t take long for pleasure to turn into painful overstimulation. You shook under him, head tossing in the cushions.
“Too much. Pluh-Please, no more-“ You whined as Jack shoved in hard.
“Just a little more.“
There wasn’t much you could do but bite your teeth and hold onto Jack‘s hands on your hips as he thrust a couple more times, more violent and less aimed before he pushed in as deep as he could go. He exhaled a harsh groan, pumping you full of cum.
“Yeah…“ Jack ground his hips against yours, making you sob softly but enjoying the sting of overstimulation as his erection flagged inside you.
He didn’t pull out until your squirmed, face screwed up as you looked up at him with pure exhaustion that could easily be mistaken for submission. An even better look on you.
Jack yanked his cock out, hands immediately going to your abused pussy but spread your folds and hold you open. “Would you look at at…“ He sounded out of breath and you wanted to complain but were left shivering under the feeling of his seed leaking out your hole. Jack swiped his fingers through the mess before stuffing his cum back into your twitching cunt.
Would you consider writing re4 or re6 Leon Kennedy fics??? I love your writing style!!!!
yes !!
never thought there would be leon demand in my inbox but i‘m getting suspiciously more engagement on my old leon post now that the re4 remake is out lol.
and he IS my all time favorite video game character and i really love the remake so shout out to capcom for feeding us leon simps good. also..
i have returned to offer a 3k fic that’s been rotting unfinished in my files since last year (nobody asked for this but i made it)
basement
warning: kidnapping, hallucinations, starvation, cannibalism, just dabi being silly
The feeling of losing sense of time and space kicked in the moment you woke up in the badly ventilated room on a mattress that smelled like molding bread. You remembered walking home late from your part time job when a man asked you for directions. It was dark, the tall figure was dressed in all black, facing away from the moonlight so could you really blame yourself for not recognizing him from the news?
He asked for a hospital, his voice hoarse and labored so you got worried. He smelled like burned leather and sickly sweet and when an oncoming car illuminated his front, you saw the grafted on skin rotting on his face, leaking fluid when he grinned so wide at the realization on your face.
You tried to scream but he already covered your mouth and nose with a cloth, tossing your into the back of the dark van like this was fucking Silence of the Lamb.
Now, you didn‘t know where you were, when you lost consciousness or how long you were missing. You frantically searched your whole body top to bottom just to realize that he took everything you had on you - phone, wallet, keys, even your shoes and any type of jewelry you wore.
It was so dark but your eyes were already adjusted to it. The room had absolutely no windows but a sliver of light peaked beneath the door. Of course you tried to open it. You tried multiple times, jiggling the old doorknob and pounding your shoulder against the wood to test the durability - very high apparently, your whole arm ached when you slumped on the mattress in defeat.
The room was otherwise bare. There were no rusty nails sticking out the walls, no forgotten objects on the floor and the mattress also didn‘t hide anything underneath but dust and grime.
The initial shock of being abducted by a wanted criminal ebbed away soon, leaving you with a head full of thoughts that ran ahead of your understanding.
Why, why me, why would he take me, what did i do, where even is he, how long will the heroes take, will he kill me, oh god he will kill me, will it be quick, will he torture me, what the fuck does he want from me, why, why me, my quirk isn’t special, i‘m no hero, what did i do, why me, will i see my family again, i wish i didn‘t fight with my mom so often, did i hear footsteps, why does he need me, i don‘t know any hero either, i‘m a civilian, will he burn me, oh god i‘m going to die, i‘m going to die, he‘s going to kill me, he‘s a manic, i‘m going to—
The door flung open, hitting the wall with an echoing thud and you flinched hard, pulling your knees up to your chin and ducking your head.
Dabi closed the door with his foot, lazily locking it before approaching with catlike steps, the heavy boots sounding so loud in your ears.
“You‘re awake.“ Your shoulders were trembling. His voice was so close as he crouched in front of you. “Look at me.“ And your muscles locked up from the tremors exhausting what little energy you had. You couldn‘t but most importantly, you didn‘t want to look at him.
His smell was unadulterated in the closed off room, coppery and something sick sank to the bottom of the room like a cloud of gas. There was a pause between you. Not long. Dabi wasn‘t one to wait forever.
His hand shot out, fingers tangling itself into your hair and yanking in it until you yelped and angled your head back to look at him. “There you are.“ He grinned, pulling the separate parts of skin around his mouth tight, little gaps forming between stabled on skin and his own and revealing wet mass underneath. You were glad it was dark.
Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously. “Am I going to die?“ Your voice broke throughout the question, pathetic and small. Dabi cocked his head to the side a bit, cackling like the bastard he was. “All depends on you, doll.“ His hand pulled back and he gestured to the ground. Your eyes followed hesitantly to look at the glass of water. “Will you hurt me if I don‘t drink it?“
“Nah.“ You looked back up again and Dabi just shrugged at your wide gaze. “Die from dehydration if you really want to. I didn‘t roofie it.“ You didn‘t trust a word he said. Not after he lured you close with feigning sickness. Well, he wasn‘t fraudulent. He was sick.
“I don‘t want it…“ Dabi watched you for a moment with no words, just a vacant stare before gingerly picking up the glass. He drank the water himself and you watched like a spooked animal. He stood up, never letting you out of sight.
“Did-..“ You trailed off, the anxiety getting too much under his watchful eye and he just hummed, inviting you to finish your sentence. “Did my parents call?“ You looked at the ground, stared at the scruffy combat boots that he barely laced up right. “Dunno. I‘m not keeping something the heroes can track me with.“ His boots scratched over the mud caked on the cement floor like he was contemplating something. “Not that they will look for you. Too much work for a little civilian.“
You bit your lip as he left the room and locked the door again. You listened to footfalls trailing up a flight of stairs and burst into tears on a second later.
—
When Dabi came again, you couldn‘t refuse the water he brought. You didn‘t know how long he didn‘t come back for but it felt like days. It was hard to tell, you were sleeping a lot and crying even more with no way of telling the time of day. You couldn‘t hear anything but your own sobbing until you passed out from exhaustion. You didn‘t speak, your own voice was entirely too loud in the quiet room and besides, who would you talk to? The only person you knew was around sometimes was the villain and you didn‘t want to talk to him.
“Water.“ Dabi put down the full glass, sitting on the cold floor as he watched you grab for it with both hands, shaking like a leaf. You downed the liquid in long, strong gulps and it wasn‘t nearly enough to wash the ache in your throat away but it made the pounding in your head a bit softer.
Your fingers rubbed the empty glass carefully. “Please…“ Your eyes followed a droplet of water running down the side of the glass before dripping on the mattress. “Please, what?“
“Let me go, please. I-I won‘t tell the heroes or police or-… I don‘t know what you want…“ Your voice dipped into hysteria at the end like testing the water temperature with your toes before canonballing in the body of water. “What I want?“ Dabi spoke slow, like he was tasting the question on his tongue. “Do you know who I am?“
You didn‘t answer immediately, eyes slowly rolling to his silhouette as you sat with him in the dark. Your mouth parted, tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Dabi?“
The man groaned, leaning his head back and cold sparks of disgust crawled along your spine like roaches. “Say that again.“ You could make out the edges of a grin in his tone, on his face - there was suggestion in his words and your stomach felt cold but bubbled like liquid nitrogen.
You adjusted your grip on the glass and hauled it into Dabi‘s face, smashing the fragile object on impact and embedding some shards into your palm. It was fine. You were fine. As long as you reached that door, you would be fine. He didn‘t lock it this time, you would be fine.
You dashed forward with all the strength you still mustered while Dabi recovered from the surprising blow to the face with a grunt. “You fucking-…“ You drowned him out, yanking the door open and staring up the many stairs that lead to what looked like an apartment.
Your heart was pounding and you looked back at Dabi charging at you with a feral expression and thick pieces of glass sticking obscenely from his face. “You‘ve done it now.“ He was laughing, fucking cackling and you shrieked in horror as you tried to scramble up the stairs faster than he closed in on you.
You couldn‘t, obviously. You tripped and clawed at the railing desperately before Dabi‘s arm tightly circled your waist and picked you up while you screamed and kicked your legs. He easily carried you back in your personal prison and dropped you onto the mattress. “I dare you to stand up again. I fucking dare you, see how long you‘ll be able to walk at all.“ You stared up at the man standing over you, blue flames erratically licking at his skin as if he couldn‘t control his quirk‘s outburst.
You didn‘t try to get up again.
—
Dabi showed up whenever he felt like it, never allowing you to fall into a rhythm or sleep pattern that let you at least feel like you had a schedule. It drove you insane but that‘s why he did it.
Whenever he came, he brought you one cup of water - disposable paper cups after the glass incident - and nothing else. He let you pee in a bucket but wouldn‘t leave the room. At first you thought he got off on it but you soon realized he was doing it for amusment, grinning at you when he collected the bucket again like he was biting back laughter.
You couldn‘t shower, he sometimes brought a wet rag with him when he remembered to let you wipe yourself down, never feeling any cleaner.
You slept for maybe half an hour when Dabi nudged you with his dirty boot in the stomach. You flinched, alarmed and startled awake. “Wha-?“ Your throat was parched and you coughed around what felt like sandpaper lining your insides. Maybe he took a little long between visits but who was really counting?
“Water.“ You weakly pushed yourself up but your body refused to sit. You were so dizzy and your body felt like a vessel. “Don‘t want it?“ He didn‘t sit with you this time and just grinned at your panicked eyes staring up at him. You couldn‘t take another day without water. You would die. You would die.
“Open.“ You did, not even really thinking about it and Dabi bowed his back enough to place the cup at your lips and tilt it like he was bottle feeding a baby, just much too fast. The water didn‘t stop flowing and your eyes clenched with effort as you tried to swallow it all. You sputtered around a mouthful, coughing into the cup and shooting water into your nose and airways.
Dabi clicked his tongue, letting the rest of the water spill over your face as you turned away to breathe. “Guess you didn‘t want it that bad, huh? That‘s fine. I‘ll be back in- I don‘t know, three days?“ You whimpered, wailed and clawed at his pant leg. “I-I can‘t- I‘ll die!“ He just kicked your hand away and stepped out of reach. “Be good and I‘ll give you a reward.“ You watched him with unsteady eyes. “Dabi…“ He stilled in his steps, waiting for you to continue. “Was there- Was a person here? Was there-? Am I alone?“ Desperation leaked through your voice and Dabi laughed as he opened the door and left you in uncertainty if you were hallucinating or not.
—
You didn‘t know if Dabi was lying about the three days or not. All you knew was that sometimes, you were alone in the dark with no sounds but your breathing and sometimes, the room came alive with bugs littering the ceiling and walls. Sometimes you woke up to a human shape sitting next to you and you talked to it like you knew who it was, other times you shook and turned away in fear. But mostly, you wondered if you were dreaming afterwards. You couldn‘t stand being alone anymore. Your brain was feeding you information and you had the strong urge to ask Dabi if your memories were all just fabricated or not at that point.
When footsteps - solid and real - thudded above you like thunder, you blinked at the door - waiting.
It swung open and closed routinely behind Dabi. “Look at that. You were good.“ You barely focused on his movements until he placed a bowl in front of you with no cup this time. He even helped you sit up on the mattress and left the door open so the room flooded with light and blinded your sensitive eyes.
“I told you, didn‘t I?“ You blinked and squinted, trying to make sense of what Dabi brought you. Before you sat a ceramic bowl with plain rice topped with seared and sliced meat and garnished with chives. “I told you that I had a reward for you.“ He tossed a plastic spoon next to the bowl, watching you with mischief in his eyes. “But before you eat, I gotta tell you something. Ready?“
Your hand hesitated but grabbed the spoon. This felt like a trap. Was he trying to condition you? Trigger a bond between you and make you develop Stockholm syndrome? You chewed at your lip and couldn‘t deny that you would do anything for some food.
You flinched at the gentle caress of his fingertips tracing your cheek and pushing your hair away from your face. You held your breath with the spinning realization that Dabi‘s touch wasn‘t good - never has been and this was a bad sign for you.
“The meat is human. Eat up.“ Or die.
His soft touch left but you already felt so numb you didn‘t notice. Your stomach was turning over and over but there was nothing inside but acid to vomit onto Dabi‘s filthy shoes. You dropped the spoon like it burned you, twisting away from the bowl and sobbing hard enough to shake your whole body. And here he was thinking he dehydrated you enough to not cry anymore. He didn‘t mind.
Dabi liked when you cried for him.
He laughed as he left the room.
—
Your body felt like it was caving in on itself. Being empty has never been so overwhelming but when Dabi brought you food after starving you, your hunger pains flared back up.
You laid curled up on your side, sinking your nails into your sides as you wailed into the mattress. There was a corpse. He wanted you to eat his victims. That man was sick in the head and if you could, you would smash the bowl in his face again.
You couldn’t help but wonder if he killed a person just for this cruel prank or if it happened during his regular escapades as a villain. Was it another villain? Would it be better if it was a villain? The thought certainly didn’t make you feel any better. You couldn‘t even turn around anymore, couldn‘t stand the sight of the already cold bowl of food next to you, couldn‘t stand the sight of Dabi when he returned to your room the very next day.
“Haven‘t eaten? Wow, how ungrateful.“ His voice didn‘t sound upset or angry. No, he sounded amused. Sick, he was sick.
You curled into a ball as his footsteps came closer. “Look at me.“ A rough hand grabbed and yanked at your upper arm until you turned towards him.
“It‘s no use, doll. I‘ll bring your a new meal every single day until you eat or die. Whatever you prefer.“ You watched as Dabi put down a steaming bowl of rice and meat next to the old one and sat on the floor. “So what‘s it gonna be? Will you really make me kill more civilians because you‘re being a brat?“ He sounded utterly disappointed and you found yourself unable to hold back the intense sob that hurt deep inside your chest.
You cried and cried and cried some more, laying on your back with your face towards the ceiling and Dabi just watched with a blank expression, eerily still the whole time.
It wasn‘t your fault he was doing this. You didn‘t ask him for this or anything else he was doing. He did this on his own because he was a monster, a depraved animal with a twisted sense of humor. But you could stop him. All it took was cooperating, all you had to do was give in this once and stoop to his level.
You gingerly turned to your side, peeking at the generously filled dish on the ground. Your stomach was weak, already doing backflips at the thought of where that meat came from. Your watery vision made it easier for you to not look at it directly. Your hand clenched and unclenched as you did all sorts of mental gymnastics to make yourself feel less disgustedsickmonsterousnononono.
Dabi seemed to sense your inner conflict and reached out to push the bowl so close to your mattress that you could reach the food in your current position without sitting up. At the same time, he pulled the cold bowl towards himself. “C‘mon. I‘ll even do it with you, doll. I don‘t have all day. I gotta make sure to hunt for your next meal soon enough.“
This time your couldn‘t stop fresh, hot tears from spilling over. And yet you still shakily reached for a slice of lukewarm meat, taking it between index finger and thumb. “I don‘t want to…“
You barely recognized your voice - hoarse and labored. Dabi hummed, taking yesterdays discarded plastic spoon off of the floor and shoveling a portion of rice and meat into his mouth while you watched in horror. “Your turn. Or I‘ll have to go.“
You whimpered in distress as you clenched your eyes tight enough to ache in your skull. When you placed the slice in your mouth, the texture felt like your mother‘s beef roast on your tongue. But it wasn‘t beef. It wasn‘t. And that was all you could think about as you chewed no more than three times before swallowing because otherwise you would surely vomit up all the acid in your stomach.
“Was that so bad now? Eat up and I‘ll get you some water too.“
You sobbed the whole way throught the meal, trying so hard to avoid the meat by digging for the rice. It was no use, the flavor was everywhere. Dabi watched the pathetic display with joy.
“Is it good? It better be. This meal cost a family their dad and husband.“
You froze mid chewing, glancing at Dabi with big eyes. You didn‘t want to know. You couldn‘t live with the information of who you were eating right now.
“Don‘t look at me like that. Did you expect me to pick some sad sack of shit? Someone without loved ones? Where‘s the fun in that, huh?“
The rice slowly crumbled from your fingers. “You‘re sick…“ And Dabi laughed. “Yeah, I am. But so are you. Do you think the heroes will save you now? After what you just did? People used to say that once you turn to cannibalism, your soul rots. We‘re the same now, doll.“
You couldn‘t even shake your head in your state of despair.
It didn‘t take long for Dabi to grow tired of you, especially when you were apathetically staring ahead - something his mother used to do. It frankly grossed him out so he collected the dishes and stood up.
“It was fun and all but I‘d hate to stay here all night. Y‘know this place is full of bugs. If you were always this good I might be able to let you live with me.“
Dabi grinned like a fox as your eyes snapped up to him. He loved to give you false hope.
How are you? You haven’t haven’t answered requests or messages. Hope you’re well!
hi !!
a lot of things happened and i didn’t think enough users followed me to ask me where i‘ve been. anyway, this is an update post lol.
i‘ve been struggling with things i cant get treatment for atm. it really drained my motivation to write my wips.
i also thought this blog was going in a direction i didnt plan ??? it was like my blog morphed into this orochimaru fanfic blog and when i tried doing other stuff i would get so many asks about when another part of my oro story would be posted and i just kinda lost the drive to post here.
i picked up writing again after playing the re:village dlc. i‘m working on wips. not sure if i killed this blog by being inactive but yeah. i just needed a break
An incomplete part four.. please continue!! But your mental health is your first priority, so focus on that too!
i cut it short bc i had no clue what to add onto it tbh. which is why it’s complete to me but if anyone disagrees, do send me inspo LMAO. i‘m running out
Hey u said you’d post the Orochimaru fic pt 3 may i ask where it is?
hi !! it‘s right here. i won‘t lie but i also won‘t go into details, i had a massive mental health drop and had the hardest time writing something coherent. fingers crossed it didn‘t ruin my writing ability lol. i really thought about not posting this since it‘s not up to my standard but i really can‘t make myself write on this even longer and make people wait. so many reached out to me to finish this LMAO. which makes me happy that so many enjoy it :)
The first few weeks after your aborted runaway attempt, you sometimes found yourself wandering the halls way after tucking the baby into bed. You haunted the lair like a ghost, unconsciously searching for something but in the end you never encountered another exit; and maybe you were a ghost. Maybe Orochimaru let his genetic spawn kill and eat you - claw into the abdomen you birthed it from, crawl up into your ribcage to rip into your heart with the skinny fangs that shot from the soft gums - after birth and this was all just your brain producing pictures of how things could’ve been. But wouldn’t those pictures be good? Did you consider this to be good?
You didn’t know. You didn’t know a lot of things. You didn’t know the name for the son you grew inside you. You didn’t know if you could morally call that your son because with every passing week, month, it looked less like something that was a person. You didn’t know what he was capable of. He developed at a rapid pace - walking within a few months and grabbing onto whatever was in reach from the very start, he even grew at an abnormal rate. He barely had to bathe unless he got his hair filthy, those ink black tresses that reached his tailbone and looked just like Orochimaru‘s. It was the only hair he had. Otherwise it was all smooth cold skin, textured with subtle scales.
His features didn’t change. Eyes rimmed in lavender, still far apart on the head and overwhelmingly yellow with thin slits as the pupils. The nose was almost nonexistent, just a bump on his sleek face with a single curved slit as the nose hole. And his mouth had no lips, just a thin line stretching into the boys cheeks that he could open wide to expose tiny teeth growing from the fleshy gums. His body was thin but he didn’t seem sickly despite his heartbeat being visible through his chest. His hands had unnaturally long fingers and thickly growing nails you had difficulty clipping, same with his feet.
Despite his fast physical development he didn‘t seem to want any solid food, only hanging off your chest to feed whenever Kabuto brought him back to you. He didn‘t talk, just grabbed for your chest the way he saw his father do all the time. It always made your stomach feel hot and cold with disgust.
So when the boy didn‘t show up one day, it made you pace in your room like a distressed animal in a cage. After months of the same routine you couldn‘t handle the sudden change. You pushed out of your room, into the empty hallway. Your anxiety spiked with each step shooting cold aches up your bare feet. Orochimaru never wavered from his usual schedule but you prayed to whatever power was higher than Orochimaru himself that today was the first day even for that.
You tried every door, checked every corridor and peeked into every room until a wave of cold air hit you in the face upon opening a creaking door. You heard shuffling inside and dared to push the door open wide. The room was big and the floor laid out with rotting hay. In a corner sat a hunched figure, black hair cascading down the back and pooling on the floor. Your words were lodged in your throat as your son craned his neck around at a painful looking angle to catch your eyes. His face was smeared with red, glistening around the mouth and dripping off the jaw as his hands palmed a half skinned rat.
You took a step back as his hands slowly moved the feast back to his face, pushing his open mouth back into the stomach of the rodent. Your back hit resistance, smooth fingers braced against your shoulders to stop you against Orochimaru‘s chest. “Why are you so pale? Didn‘t you voice your concern about him not eating anything despite his fast development?“ There was a smile in the voice and you turned your head to look with a haunted shock in your face. “I thought I should ease your worries by introducing meat to the diet.“
You turned slowly, staring at Orochimaru whose eyes were fixed on the scene in the room. “Why would you-? He‘s-“ You stomach was flipping rapidly and you choked on your words, finally convincing Orochimaru to let you got when you doubled over to retch and heave up your last meal on the filthy floor and the front of your own robe. Your stomach acid burned your nose and throat raw, cotton stuffed your ears and you didn‘t even notice what was going on around you, not even when hands held your hair out your face. All you envisioned was your son pulling the spine from that rat‘s body to spit it back out onto the floor littered with fur and smaller bones.
This was a nightmare.
You didn‘t remember passing out but the next time you blinked, you were tucked into an old leather wing chair like a child, the vile smell of vomit fading into mild soap and dusty parchment paper. The room was dimly lit and turned out to be one of Orochimaru‘s many athenea stacked with all sorts of books and scrolls to collect dust.
You shifted, sitting up on the chair and feeling a damp spot where your hair was resting. You were bathed and changed into fresh cotton robes, hair only half dry and letting the collar of your clothes soak up some moisture.
“And what have you learned?“
You flinched hard, turning towards the desk that was lit up by an oil lamp. Orochimaru loomed above a book, his attention now shifting towards you. “Hopefully to stop looking where your eyes don‘t belong.“
Your hand clenched around the coarse blanket. “How could you make him… do that?“ Orochimaru finally shut the book, tapping his nail onto the hardcover. “The goal was to catch the rat without light or special help of weapons. Anything else was just nature.“ And you swallowed because if that was true, if the only rule was to catch that thing with his bare hands, it meant that he had it in himself to do that - had it in him all along, during all the nights he was with you still.
“So he…“ You didn‘t dare finish that sentence, didn‘t know where it was going anyway. You slumped deeper into the chair instead, just watched as Orochimaru approached. “Yes. It- He was a success. You created a miracle. I never doubted you for a second.“ That was a lie and you knew it. All the old tales you remembered contained deceiving serpents with tongues coated in silver. As a kid you wondered why they chose to use snakes, why they all agreed on snakes being evil by nature. But whoever started it was right.
Orochimaru crooked his finger in a beckoning motion, coxing you to stand. The blanket pooled on the floor with your motions, the leather groaned under you as you pushed yourself out of the seat.
“Can I go now?“ The slight tilt of Orochimaru‘s head made you stare at the floor and lower your voice. “Please?“, you rushed out quietly. Orochimaru seated himself in the leather chair, sinking into the cushion. “Do you want to?“
You were torn between simply leaving or waiting for him to elaborate. He always seemed to read your thoughts before you, so he continued. “You don‘t look eager to leave. Is it because you spend your time alone these days?“ You looked at him, shifting on your feet as if your mind was ready to abandon this conversation but your body hasn‘t caught up to the decision yet. “I do things on my own. I read.“
“Do you?“ Your mouth snapped shut. What was he even trying to say? “What do you-“
“Do you regret not leaving when you had the chance?“
“I don‘t-“
“You wouldn‘t get more attention out there. You already made the right choice by turning back.“ A moment of silence stretched through the room and the distance from the chair to the door felt impossibly big now. “I don‘t want attention.“
“Well, you haven‘t been this talkative in months. Why don‘t you sit down?“ Your brows scrunched together, eyes bouncing between Orochimaru and the forgotten oil lamp on the desk. “I don‘t want to sit.“
“Sit down.“ He hasn‘t used this voice with you in ages - harsh, like a whip on your thighs for being disobedient. The last time he talked to you with a threat in his tone, you were just his underling - he was just your master. Whatever you were now, it wasn‘t the same.
And yet, you sat on his leg gingerly, feeling tossed back in time. His hand found the small of your back and his low body temperature seeped through your clothes. “All you needed was attention.“
“This isn‘t- It‘s about the baby. He‘s not an animal so you-“
His other hand rubbed your leg, pushing beneath the robe to squeeze the skin. “You need to teach them early. I can‘t waste such potential but I can compromise if you‘re feeling neglected.“ It was frustrating when he wouldn‘t listen but the familiar feeling of his hand inching towards your core had your stomach twisting into knots and your senses were overwhelmed.
“You‘re wrong.“ Your thighs locked together as you tried to hold onto coherent thoughts. “Stop trying to- to…“ Orochimaru kept up the lazy caresses. “I‘m not doing anything.“ You let out an irritated huff, refusing to let his hand slip between your legs whenever his fingers tried to snake between them. He didn‘t show any anger at being denied, instead he pinched the skin of your thigh until you relented and released the tension in your muscles.
“You‘re trying to feed me lies.“ You squirmed on his leg as Orochimaru massaged into the inside of your thigh. “Do I? Wouldn‘t you say I‘m more knowledgeable than you?“
“That‘s not-“
“I already assured you to find time for you. Do you really want to be difficult?“ Icy fingers brushed over your pubic mound and the sudden touch made you jerk in your seat. “I‘m not.“
“I think you‘re feeding me lies here. Don‘t you know where that leads you by now?“ Skilled fingers drew figure eights right into your clit, the dry pressure bordering onto painful. You bit back a hiss by holding your breath and dug a hand into his pant leg. “This is what you wanted. You could have gotten it much easier by using your words.“
You shook your head, lips pressed into a thin line as you focused on a particular stack of books. “No? It‘s certainly what you stayed here for, isn‘t it?“ Again, you wanted to deny but the reason why you did stay slipped your mind. You knew he ordered you to but there was no consequence to leaving, was there? He has always been the more intelligent one, always walked away as the winner of an argument even with Kabuto.
Your lack of response was understood as resigning, as always. So Orochimaru manhandled your back against his chest and your legs spread out over his own. “I- I didn‘t come for this“, you tried as Orochimaru fished a vial of amber liquid from one of his pockets. You watched slender fingers unstop the vial, tipping it into his open palm. He spread the oil in his hand, going in to cup your pussy with his slicked hand. The oil was still cold enough to make you suck in your breath but the sensation it left on your skin was like fresh sparkling water. Every bit of skin it touched felt warm and tingly.
“You came here because you felt neglected.“ That wasn‘t how you remembered it like. His fingers smeared the oil through your folds and you had trouble figuring the rest out. Your head dropped with a soft gasp as two long fingers pushed inside. “No, I-“
“Yes.“ His voice was pressing, maybe because his face was right by your ear to peek over your shoulder. “You came here and asked for my time like a stray dog.“ His fingers crooked inside you, dragging and scraping against your walls with every hand movement. You moaned, jerking in his lap as his fingertips passed over your sweet spot every other thrust. You held onto his sleeve like a lifeline. The oil was almost not necessary now that you were dripping down his hand but something told you this burning in your gut and the fog in your head wasn‘t supposed to be there.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, legs shaking and toes flexing. “Can‘t- I can‘t…“ Your robe was sticking to your skin with sweat already. “But you asked for it. So you‘ll take it.“ A third finger slid inside and he pressed in impossibly deep. “Didn‘t… Did I?“
Your eyes fluttered open, unaware you even closed them. His other hand stroked your cheek, pushing strands of hair out your face. “You did.“ You couldn‘t argue anymore, not with his fingers buried deep in your pussy and the aphrodisiac in the oil rushing you to your peak. Your head lulled to the side, hiding your face in his neck and puffing hot gasps and whines against his skin. It was all you could do since you ask for it in the first place.
DID I SEE THAT CORRECTLY?? JJK? omg you didn’t tell me you read it yet. Thoughts?? Did it help with your writers block!? – 🍉
it took me a hot minute to figure out who you are lol-
YES I‘M READING IT RN. i still have a few chapters left but i‘m so obsessed.
it kinda did ?? i got ideas brewing and that’s a step in the right direction ! gojo x geto x reader and sukuna x reader ?? more specifically, sukuna x yuji’s gf!reader. i love that trope. hell, maybe even toji x megumi‘s gf!reader lol. thoughts are being thought of.
i‘m a huge mei mei and mai simp btw. just to honer the women bc mY GOD
hey !! :) if this is about a request, you can always check my navigation <3 otherwise..
as a manga reader, i gotta say bnha. the whole dabi thing will NOT let me go lol. also star wars since i finally got to watch the kenobi series. (i keep wasting time with mid edits i sometimes post on tiktok LMAOO) got me thinking about writing for some sw characters but .. is there actually demand? idk. also.. rick and morty. don’t ask me why. it got me in a chokehold.
I sent it. The drabble needs a lot of clean up work, I wrote it while my car was getting an oil change lol
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i will be reading it👀 I too once wrote snuff while waiting in the car for my mom to finish getting groceries. those situations get you most creative lmaooo
Ugh, yes, cannibalism!!! I love some cannibalism. I have a drabble thingy I'm working on actually centering around cannibalism and necro
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i have found my people !! it’s so underrated but so good, same with necro.
i actually kinda started on the whole dabi cannibal thing. it was too good not to lol. i have this whole hc about him being into the most vile things..
actually, send me the drabble if you decide to post it. for research👀
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