And do u like asteria barelyhuman and ketsaki also Do u like whatsaheart
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fav colour (s): purple, bloodred and black
food: sushi
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hobbies: drawing, calling with my future boyfriend
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i love asteria and barelyhuman, but never heard of ketsaki and whatsaheart!
Hi its my first time requesting but can I request how would Akatsuki react to their s/o trying to run away from their TOXIC relationship (not really toxic but u get what I mean)
Thanks :))
I'm taking that as meaning yandere-ish and assuming you meant the members as individuals. Feel free to send me another ask if I misinterpreted. I stuck with these three because they rarely (I want to say never aside from Kisame's series) come up in my other yandere asks, and I wanted to give my favs a little love.
Characters: Kisame, Kakuzu, Hidan
Warnings - Dark, yandere themes. Hidan's is a little spicy
Kisame
Kisame can be frightening, no doubt, especially if you've seen the monster he becomes in battle. While he has never raised a hand at you, the thought of his temper alone makes you horrifyingly cold, especially if you've ever seen the state he's in when he returns from a mission – pupils blown, drenched in someone else's blood with that inhuman grin stretching his mouth across his face like some kind of prehistoric demon from the deep. There's a predatory aura about him that makes the little hairs on your arm stand on end.
But, when you try to run from him, he is genuinely confused.
He loves you. Needs you. You make him human. Don't you understand?
He can be a bit controlling, sure, but it's because he cares. He doesn't want anything to happen to you. The isolation and secrecy is all about protecting you. The world is a terrifying place. Friends kill friends, comrades have to do the unthinkable in the name of their villages, and enemies – Kisame doesn't even want to think that.
No doubt, the swordsman will find you, no matter where you've run or hidden yourself. As far as he is concerned, this is a rescue operation. He isn't angry with you. He's worried. He's hurt.
"I didn't mean to scare you, darlin'. Come on. Let me take you home."
Kakuzu
One does not simply run away from or leave this man. You are his. His possession. His plaything. His property. Whether he will admit it or not, there is some kind of attachment to you that goes beyond ownership. He just doesn’t express it particularly clearly.
So, when Kakuzu discovers that you've vanished, his chest twists into sick, black knots of anger and betrayal, but his standard stitched scowl remains and his approach is a pragmatic one. Knowing you have no cash and nothing of value to trade or barter for transport away from where you were living, it is only a matter of time before he finds you. Kakuzu never misses a bounty, and he sure as hell won't let you slip away.
When he does find you – and rest assured, no matter how good you think you are at hiding, he will find you – he assaults you with the lecture of a lifetime, snatching you by the arm like a misbehaving child to drag you back home with him, muttering along the way about what an ungrateful brat, what a nuisance you could be.
While part of him feels relief that you aren't hurt, that part of him remains hidden. All you can see is that vicious, emerald glare and the promise of more difficult to pick locks in your future.
Hidan
Hidan is impulsive. Irrational. A little bit unhinged. You may have been drawn in by the fun at first – the whirlwind of chaos and hedonistic, reckless abandon with which he approaches his eternal life, or perhaps it was his inherent darkness and your own morbid fascination with death. Regardless, once you became his, there was no turning back.
Your relationship is tumultuous to say the least, as his passion for you is as deep as his wicked jealousy. His affections can be vicious and bruising, even when being playful, because sometimes he forgets that mortals are a little more fragile than he is.
It really shouldn't have surprised him that you left, because one way or another being with Hidan hurts, and you can only take so much.
He only has one thing to say to you when he finds you lost in the woods, missing shoes and covered in dirt from your foolish attempt at making a break for it. Hot, angry, and pent up with some terrifying mix of lust for you and the aching need to slit your throat, he pins you against a tree with a knife to your neck and snarls in your ear like a starving wolf.
"Baby, really you fucked up this time."
You're going to be his for the rest of your life, one way or another. The way you react now merely determines how long of a life that will be.
your bio says you love vidya games but I never see you talk about them much. i'm curious, which games are your favorites? :)
AAAAAHHHHH I have such a hard time picking favorites!! There’s so many games that I love but some of my all time faves are Bloodborne (and all the games in the souls series), the Monster Hunter series, Amnesia: The Dark Descent, Overwatch... GOSH the list goes on! Some of my more recent games that I have LOVED a ton are Hollow Knight, Divinity Original Sin 2, and Dead Cells (Divinity probably being on the top, I ADORED this game). I love all kinds of games but my favorites are usually games that are challenging but in a fun and fair way and also games that I can play with my friends. :D
The intricacies of Drowish Kryn Undercommon (hereafter referred to by its autolinguonym: Wilessu’ri) are as numerous as they are fascinating and as understudied as the surfaces of Exandria’s moons. As a result of the decreased tensions at the Kryn Dynasty’s western borders due to the peaceable conclusion of the War of Ash and Light, representatives of the Cobalt Soul have been able to openly, if gradually, exchange information with those of the Kryn Dynasty for the first time in the history of our libraries. Express blessing for the collection, translation, and distribution by the Cobalt Soul of the material within this manuscript was received directly from the Keeper of History of the Kryn Dynasty, Skysybil Umavi Abrianna Mirimm.
Among the material shared with our field agents are collections of folklore, fables, and other cultural stories. When presented in a manner that preserves the idiosyncrasies of the original Wilessu’ri, these tales provide insight into the history and nature of the Kryn’s common values. Among the most immediately prominent: community, faith, choice, and trust.
Did something happen? Or did you just have a Planerider Ryn kick. Because Same, they are Very Cool and Very Gender, but also, I am mildly surprised at how much Planerider Ryn is on my dash. xD
(This is not a criticism, just a curiosity)
AHAHA well, first, thank you xD got a full belly laugh from this xD
Second, nah, nothing happened xD I'm writing a little ficlet with her and got momentarily possessed by the same excitement I felt when she first showed up! Hence, reblog spree :3
How about reader being a skilled and master escapist and always managing to escape from the place somehow only to just go grocery shopping and try cooking new dishes for yanderes Pein, Konan, Itachi and Deidra?
This one is a bit more light-hearted and fluffier than the norm. Hope you enjoy!
Culinary Escape Artist
Characters featured: Pein, Konan, Itachi, Deidara
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With a curious quirk of his brow, Pein paused mid-step during his walk through the base's relatively empty halls, halting his conversation with Konan upon discovering a breeze softly whistling in from below the closed door as they approached your room.
"Pein, what's the matter?" She inquired softly, stopping beside him as he took a long, intense look at the knob.
"There's a breeze coming from her room," he stated in a low rumble. Slipping a hand into his pocket to rummage for a key, he unlocked the door with a solid click. As expected, when it creaked open and he stepped into the room, he was greeted by an open window and a tangle of sheets slung through the frame, forming a rope that dangled to the ground below. "Our darling pet has taken herself for a walk again," Pein's deep monotone wavered with a quiet annoyance as his ringed eyes shifted about the room, seeking an answer as to how you had yet again managed to get past the sealing tags that should have rendered your room inescapable.
"I'll send Deidara after her right away. She couldn't have gone far--"
Pinching the bridge of his nose in a brief display of frustration, a growl roiled in Pein's chest before he formed an answer. "No. Just set the table."
Konan balked, blinking as she stared at him in confusion. "What?"
"This is the third time she's managed to leave this room without permission. She came back on her own the last time, and the time before, Deidara found her at the market shopping for ingredients to cook dinner. She will undoubtedly return again, likely with some new ridiculous recipe to try. Remind me to remove those cursed cook books from the library. These ventures of hers are getting out of hand," Pein flexed his jaw as he spoke, staring out into the clear, blue sky through the open window. "See to it that the kitchen is clear."
"Of course--" Before Konan could fully finish speaking, Pein swiftly stormed out with a stony mask firmly concealing the depth of his irritation. With a brief glance into your room, she softly shook her head before making her way through the winding halls to the base's shared kitchen.
"Is there a problem?" Itachi's deep, smooth voice carried from behind as she stood in the center of the room, looking a bit unsettled.
"She… escaped again," Konan said carefully after a long moment of silence.
"What?" Deidara blurted loudly from beside Itachi.
"...to go shopping," Konan continued with an anxious bite of her lip. "At least, that's what Pein believes."
"Hm," Itachi hummed, seeming rather unbothered by the development.
"I'll go get her," Deidara declared firmly, digging a hand into his pack of clay.
"No, that won't be necessary," Konan shook her head, reaching out and touching his arm softly.
"And why not?" The blond demanded, his face quickly contorting with annoyance.
"Pein's orders are to… set the table," she explained after a breath of hesitation.
"Set… the table," Deidara repeated flatly.
"Do we know which cookbook she was reading this time?" Itachi inquired coolly over his shoulder, stepping toward the cabinets to begin rifling for the appropriate dishware.
"I… I think it was stir fry."
"This ought to be good," Itachi mused with a quiet smile.
"Are you two seriously just going to stand around and do nothing?" Deidara's voice climbed urgently, cerulean orbs shifting accusingly between the pair before him.
"You're allowing yourself to get worked up over nothing," Itachi waved his hand dismissively, removing a stack of bowls from the cabinet and setting them upon the table with melodic clinks of glass. His dark eyes drifted up to the clock on the wall, and a knowing curl pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Let's see… she should be back, oh, right about now."
As if on cue, you peeked quietly around the refrigerator, clutching a brown paper bag of goods to your chest with a nervous heat burning your cheeks. "I'm home," you chirped with a quiet smile.
Konan's eyes brightened upon hearing your voice. She turned quickly to face you and swooped in to take the bag from you, setting it aside and wrapping you in a firm hug. Burying her face against your hair and cradling the back of your head with a gentle hand as she squeezed you tightly, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Y/N, you can't keep disappearing like this. We were so worried."
With embarrassment steaming your face, you pressed yourself into her warm embrace, inhaling the subtle scent of flowers that clung to her skin. "I'm sorry, Konan. I just… wanted to make something nice for everyone," you mumbled quietly into her cloak.
While Konan held you in fear that you might vanish into thin air again if she let go, Itachi hummed quietly to himself as he unpacked the collection of ingredients you had gathered during your adventure to the market. "So, what is it you're planning to make this time?" He inquired smoothly.
A wide smile slowly pulled across your face as you partially untangled yourself from Konan's arms, gazing proudly at Itachi with a soft tilt of your head. "I found a recipe for this fantastic lo mein stir fry. And the market had the most amazing fresh noodles," you prattled excitedly.
Deidara huffed while Itachi chuckled softly, holding an arm out invitingly as he stood in front of your delightful array of fresh ingredients. "I suppose you're going to need a second set of hands, then?"
With a gleeful squeal, you clapped your palms together as Konan giggled, all but skipping over to where Itachi stood. "Really, you want to help?"
"Of course. Every chef needs skilled assistance in the kitchen," Itachi chortled with a warm smile as he began producing the additional pans and dishes you were going to need from the cabinets above.
"Konan, Dei, what about you?" Your bright eyes fell upon them as you spun around.
Deidara crossed his arms, annoyance wrinkling his brow for a moment as he considered your request. Before he could formulate a protest, Konan floated to your side, chattering happily with you and Itachi as to what creating this latest dish would entail. "These hands are not for cooking," he scoffed, deciding that the kitchen was already too crowded. "Besides, someone has to tell Pein you haven't flown the coop before he loses his temper."
You chewed your lip nervously, the cheery excitement beginning to drain from your features as the realization dawned on you that you would likely be in a heap of trouble for your latest transgression. "Right," you murmured, eyes slowly falling to the tiles beneath your feet.
"Don't worry," Itachi's smooth voice and warm hand upon your shoulder cut through the thick silence that hung on the tail of your admission. "He won't be angry after you bring him a bowl. But perhaps you should simply ask permission next time you're inspired to get creative in the kitchen. And speaking of which, how exactly did you manage to bypass the seals again?"
Perking back up with a cheeky smile playing at your lips, you gazed at him over your shoulder with a mischievous wink. "If I tell you that, I might not be able to make your favorite dish next time."
PLS PLS PLS Smut w Orochi w overstimulation and poessiveness when reader tries to leave him ugh😩
I, uh, got a little bit carried away again. Sorry this took forever to finish! Orochimaru can be tough to write sometimes, especially when I'm getting into the original version and he's just... well, that music. Oof. Enjoy!
Mercy
Orochimaru x Reader
18+ Content! MINORS, DNI!
Warnings: Some unhealthy relationship dynamics, Choking, knife play, bondage, dubious consent, fingering, Orochimaru being cruel, dark/yandere-ish themes, overstimulation, fear kink, rough sex.
This is not a warm, fuzzy Orochimaru. Content may be triggering for some people.
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"Do you still want mercy? Or do you want to submit and be mine?"
I should have just listened to Kabuto.
Damn that smug, four-eyed bastard for always being right. He warned you this would happen eventually, but your stubborn, love-blind brain refused to admit this would ever, finally take root. Things were different. What you and Orochimaru had was special. Or so you thought.
Your worst fear had finally manifested like a medusaic horror, fitted with multiplying heads, poisonous green eyes, and rows of venom-laden, gnashing teeth. Orochimaru was bored -- not just of anything of no consequence -- he was bored with you. At least, that was how it appeared. You hadn't seen the object of your ill-placed affection in what felt like weeks after his latest experiment slowly consumed what little time he spared for you. Murmured words of manufactured fondness echoed into the entropic void. His lingering touches grew more infrequent. Those slitted, yellow suns had set upon you one final time and left you in the cold, lonesome dark.
Wiping bitter tears of betrayal from your cheek with your sleeve, you sloppily crammed your remaining possessions into a bag and fought the zipper until it was at least partially containing your things before slinging the awkward sack over your shoulder and stuffing your feet into your shoes. "I doubt he'll even notice that I'm gone," you snarled to yourself in a stifled huff, sucking back the sobs you felt swelling in your chest that would be swift to follow your present state as the soles of your shoes slapped hollowly against the dusty stone stretching along the empty halls beneath your feet. "Maybe next week." Sniffling back the emotion still churning out of control in your head, you growled under your breath, swiping your palm under your eyes again in disgust. "Kabuto was right. Bastard."
Teeth grinding and tears fogging your eyes, you failed to hear the near silent footsteps approach from behind as you cursed the sannin's cruelty to the serpentine light fixtures dotting the walls. The slinking shadow following you melded into the soft flickers of candlelight, going unnoticed until cool fingers clasped tightly around your wrist. A venomous voice clothed in velvet hissed, causing you to freeze in place. "I don't recall permitting you to leave."
How much did he hear? Swallowing hard with tears still flowing freely down your cheeks, you grit your teeth and glanced over your shoulder, a look of hurt contorting your features as you tried to wrench your arm away. "Here I thought you didn't even know I still existed," you spat back, voice trembling with repressed terror as predatory slits narrowed upon you. "Let go of me."
A dark, twisted chortle escaped his crooked lips as they feigned a smile that his eyes failed to mirror when he snatched your throat with lithe digits, slamming your back into the wall and blinding you with an eruption of stars across your bleary vision. "Bold of you to be giving me orders after what filth just spewed from that wicked little mouth," he murmured with a sweet sneer. "I come to visit you and this is how you greet me?"
"I h-haven't seen you in w-weeks," you choked through tears and the crushing force pressed against your windpipe as you tried to stuff down the thought that you had missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat. "You never leave the lab and I thought--"
He chuckled in quiet, cruel amusement at your expense, plucking your bag from your grip and tossing it to the floor while still pinning you to the wall by your neck. "Were you going to run away in a fit because you thought I had forgotten about you?"
"You did," you rasped accusingly, gasping around the pressure his hand maintained with that look of contempt twisting your features into an ugly mess and an empty ache in your heart. Fresh, hot tears threatened to tumble from your lashes as you glared back at him.
"My dear, don't be so childish," he hummed, wiping the trail of liquid from your cheek with a pale hand. "I simply had more pressing matters that needed my attention at the time."
"There's always something more pressing," you choked back through his tightening grip, fear, anger, and betrayal fighting for control of your spinning thoughts as you began to grow dizzy from the lack of blood flow to your brain. "Why the hell... do you even keep me around... if I mean so little to you?"
"The fact that I haven't crushed your throat for this little insubordinate tantrum should speak volumes as to how I feel," he hissed in your ear, eyes beginning to blaze with something predatory as he felt your fluttering pulse quicken with growing fear beneath his fingertips.
Your vision began clouding with static that funneled his ghastly face into the distance as you slumped back into the wall, struggling to stay conscious enough to fire off your retort. "K-kabuto said--"
"You can forget whatever nonsense that meddlesome rat planted in your head regarding what you are to me," he purred maliciously as what almost resembled a smile stretched his lips across his face.
Weakly pawing at the cool hand which was now warmed by contact with your flesh, your hazy eyes searched pleadingly for relief. "Oro... c-can't… breathe…" you croaked with the last puffs of air left in your lungs as your knees began to buckle.
"I know." His low, velvet hum filtered sweetly into your head through the deafening ringing in your ears, washing over the tingling in your face as you felt yourself slowly slipping into the dark. Pale fingers continued to tighten possessively around your throat until the panicked sounds of your desperate gasping grew quiet. "You can't leave if you're unconscious."
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You woke to the sound of your own labored breathing with a hoarse cough and a bruising ache encircling your neck. Blurry eyes shifted around the ceiling in a daze as you struggled to put together which ceiling it was that taunted you with its out of focus swirling patterns layered over muddied shades of brown and grey. In an effort to gain your bearings, you lurched to the right, attempting to roll over only to find that you were stuck. Confused, you rattled your arms and twisted your face when you were answered by the sound of clattering metal and felt thick leather tightening around your wrists.
"That's quite enough," a voice dripping with a tender malice buzzed quietly from behind your head, prompting you to gaze up into the twin amber orbs that seemed to bore holes through your soul.
"Orochimaru, what--"
"I'm afraid I couldn't leave you to your own devices while you were unsupervised after that little stunt you pulled earlier," he murmured wickedly while casually brushing a stray bit of hair away from your cheek that had adhered itself to your dried tears. "Not after you so boldly stated you were planning to leave this "lonely cesspool" and the "soulless monster" I seem to have become in your eyes."
Terror bubbled into a rolling boil in your gut as your eyes darted about the room and it dawned on you where exactly you were.
The lab.
While you had once fantasized about this very thing in a dark, twisted corner of your mind, now seemed like a very bad time for that particular daydream to manifest. Soft, cruel laughter echoed through the sparsely furnished room, making it sound all the more ominous when it finally reached your ears and drew you back into the present reality of your predicament. Strapped to a table in the center of a room only accompanied by rolling carts with unidentifiable implements decorating their surfaces, you were trapped and entirely at the mercy of the sinister creature whose fleeting affections you had been so pitifully seeking for weeks. The same man with such unmatched cruelty whom you had just grievously insulted.
"I-I'm sorry," you stammered as a terrified tremble began traveling up your spine.
"For what, hm? Trying to leave?" The haunting laughter continued as he circled you and traced cool, delicate fingers along your jawline and across your bruised neck with a sadistic smile, soaking in the glory of your present state. "Or perhaps for saying such cruel things about the man you claim to love?" His low, melodious rumble shook every fiber of your being.
Unsure how to answer that question without digging yourself deeper into a hole, you swallowed the growing knot of confused, twisted fear and inexplicable, nervous desire that tangled itself around your ability to speak.
Soft murmurs of mockery reverberated through the metal slab beneath your back as those long, pale fingertips took a slow walk over your immobilized body, gradually setting your nerves ablaze while his monstrous pupils dilated with a hungry lust. "While I admit I may have… neglected your needs in order to finish my most recent experiment, I hardly deserve that vile moniker, especially coming from you. Now that my work is complete, you have my full attention."
Any other day, hearing those words would have made you squeal in delight. Now, however, they carried an insidious undertone that left you fidgeting nervously against the straps securing you to the table. Your pulse roared in your ears, muffling the sounds of shifting fabric and the clear chime of the trays when they rolled out of Orochimaru's path as he circled you like a starved beast. Your eyes widened as a new terror wound itself around your guts when you spotted something shiny in Orochimaru's hand - and that something was sharp.
A kunai.
"While you stare at me with the frightened eyes of a lamb on its way to slaughter, it would be wise to remember that this is a little fantasy of yours," he hummed with a cruel crinkle of those vicious yellow eyes as he traced the tip of that blade ever so softly along the delicate flesh beneath your jaw while cradling your cheek with his other palm. "Being wholly at my mercy," he murmured, voice dripping with a wicked thirst. You froze like a rodent before a leering serpent, eyes fixated on his, too nervous to think about what he planned to do with that blade as its cold, pointed tip left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Tell me, little mouse, do you still trust me?" Those impossible, slitted orbs lingered on your fearful expression, curiously almost, and utterly unreadable.
Trust. Maybe you did before indulging in your foolish folly when you attempted to leave the sannin. Now, you weren't so sure. As the room fell quiet, mired with a bitter chill, only the shaky rattle of your trembling arms disturbing your restraints answered him. You had never seen him glower at you with such dark ire before with that crooked smile still painting his face. It was deeply unsettling. A creeping dread sucked the air from your chest as the sterilizing light cast inhuman shadows across the normally calm, collected face that stared down at you like you were the first meal offered in weeks set before a starving dog.
"What's the matter, too nervous to speak?" He mused, thumbing your cheek with blown pupils locked on your anxious gaze. "Do I frighten you now?" Tender affections accompanied by that monstrous stare left you paralyzed as his knife hovered at the edge of your periphery.
"The way y-you're looking at me..." you stuttered, unable to complete your thought.
He chuckled quietly, caressing your cheek with the edge of the blade while popping open the button on your pants with a quick snap of his nimble fingers. "I did say you had my full attention, didn't I?"
That was precisely what scared you. Orochimaru was obsessive. Relentless. Nigh, unstoppable when his interest was fixed on something, and right now, that something happened to be you. Your eyes followed the kunai in his hand as your brain went into overdrive trying to ascertain his intentions. Has he finally snapped, or are we playing a game? The razor-sharp edge followed the curve of your face back across your jaw and down the length of your neck with the faintest sting, distracting you from what he was doing with his other hand. You gasped in surprise when cool fingers ghosted your now obviously damp panties, eyes widening when he pressed the length of the blade harshly against your throat with more soft, mocking laughter rumbling in his chest.
"It would appear that despite the fear in your eyes, this excites you," he murmured wickedly as his inhuman tongue flicked over the corner of his lip in delight. "How interesting." Long, lithe digits teased you through the fabric, tracing the length of your soaked slit and drawing a delicate circle around your throbbing clit as your body roared to life.
It did excite you. The implied danger of submitting to Orochimaru's sometimes unhinged whims never failed to set you alight. Some twisted little corner of your mind lived for these cruel, possessive mood swings of his despite logic screeching its warnings like a wailing siren in the back of your head. You wanted him. Feared him. Hated him. Needed him. The weeks of pent up frustration and aching neglect were manifesting as a ravenous desire to be possessed, used, wanted by him again. His affection was a drug, fueling an addiction that you couldn't shake.
With a deep, cruel laugh humming just next to your head, he abruptly sliced through the front of your shirt and bra, exposing the entirety of your torso to his hungry gaze with one swift, stinging motion. The combination of cold, excitement, and abject terror left a wave of goosebumps spreading rapidly across your body, pebbling your nipples into hard little buds as your chest heaved with nervous delight at the paper-thin line of tiny, crimson beads that surfaced over your sternum. You gasped and squirmed as he drew the kunai further south, stammering unintelligibly. The frighteningly sharp tip effortlessly tore through the thin fabric just below your hip, revealing more flesh to his ravenous eyes. With a satisfied growl, he trailed the chilled hilt of the knife back over your skin and returned the blade to its resting place against the soft flesh below your jaw as he dipped long, slender fingers into your heat, sliding the torn remains of your panties aside. The blade against your throat twitched as he hissed a soft, sinister threat in your ear. "I might just show you what sort of monster I am if that's what you're going to insist on calling me."
You swallowed hard, choking back a whimper as you arched into the deliciously distracting touch that sent confusingly pleasurable shocks through your nerves as he played your body like a fiddle. Adrenaline surged and coursed through your veins, heightening every sensation as the excitement of impending danger mounted. Every rapid beat of your heart left your carotid thrumming against the precariously positioned blade crossing your neck as those slitted suns leered down at you from above. Raven locks tumbled over his shoulders, eclipsing the dim backlighting and shadowing his face, leaving only those glowing orbs in focus as they burned holes through your heart. Your legs twitched and core pulsed as he slowly and methodically set you on fire with each pass of his thumb and pump of his hand. Warmth spread through your belly in white-hot waves as those cool fingers slowly drove you mad. "O-orochimaru, please," you whined through your teeth, rattling your bindings with fingers tightening around the lengths of chain as your heels dug into the cold metal at your back.
Dark, rolling laughter left the room eerily empty as it echoed into your head. "Begging for mercy already?" A crooked grin slashed his pale features as that long, inhuman tongue slithered from his mouth, leaving a hot, wet trail over the perfect ladder of red beads dotting your chest. Delicious. "Save your breath, my dear," he murmured, licking his lips and drawing you ever closer to the release you so desperately sought. "You won't be able to speak when I'm finished with you."
You didn't know whether to apologize, sob, or sing broken hymns of gratitude as his impossibly long fingers curled and that monstrous tongue flicked over a taught bud. Every muscle in your body coiled with the eruption of pleasure that ravaged your nerves. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your lip with bruising force as stars blinded you behind clenched lids. Soft laughter hummed in your head while your walls tensed and fluttered around the digits sunk into your core. You sucked in a lungful of air through grinding teeth as your hips twitched and bucked into the hand whose motions never ceased, beginning to build another bubble of heat in your belly as you panted and arched into his touch.
"How long do you think you can endure this before you pass out, I wonder?" His lips stretched into a wolfish grin as that vicious gaze remained locked on your pleasure-contorted expression. "Look at you… so needy and desperate. Already sweating," he mused in an analytical chirp while continuing to build the next cascade that would soon rip through your body, grinding the heel of his hand against your sopping cunt.
Your head emptied as you mewled brokenly into the sparsely furnished void, your voice reverberating back in a mocking echo from the surrounding stone. Cold silence hung behind your needy gasping and the rattling of the chains binding you to the metal beneath your back. Whining and whimpering, your hips jerked into the touch that relentlessly tormented you. The hot, throbbing ache between your shaking legs grew by magnitudes. Orochimaru knew your body all too well and consequently had already formed the perfect plan that would have you coming completely undone with nothing but his hand. Your eyes watered as you cried out again and a tsunami of pleasure crashed through your nervous system. Keeping still enough to avoid the bite of the blade at your throat was swiftly becoming a problem.
"Careful," he taunted, pressing the edge into your flesh with just enough restraint to not break your skin as he drew another hard circle over your clit with the pad of his thumb. "I wouldn't want to accidentally harm my most prized possession."
You let out an airy moan as your back rolled into a wild arch and your body spasmed under his calculated ministrations, fueled further by the softly spoken words that strangled your heart as praise. His most prized possession. The roiling, lust-drunk chaos in your head took that little fragment and ran with it, enshrining it in your mind and crawling into it like a lovely cage. You let out a raspy sob into nothingness, desperately winding your legs around his arm with crushing force as the white-hot fire building in your belly threatened to make you explode. "Please," you sobbed.
With a hunger blazing in those monstrous eyes, Orochimaru snickered in delight at the uncontrollable responses your body made to his every touch. "Since you asked so nicely…" Still pressing the blade tightly against your thumping pulse, he curled the fingers buried in your cunt more harshly than last time, reveling in the sound that erupted from your throat as you convulsed and clenched almost painfully around him, completely soaking the arm tangled up between your legs. He watched the rapid puffs of your chest and tensioning of your muscles with nothing but selfish satisfaction, throwing you headlong into that leg-soaking orgasm like only he could. Every broken sob of gratitude and unintelligible cry fueled him to drive you to the brink of madness.
The constant motion of his hand had you writhing and squirming, struggling to take more as your sobs morphed into orgasm-drunk wails that filled the room. Your soaked cunt spasmed and tightened around him in ceaseless, rippling waves that left you straining against your binds to get off of the table. "M-mercy, p-please, I can't--" You babbled brokenly through heaving gasps. A sheen of sweat glistened over every inch of your skin.
The kunai at your throat dropped to the table beside your head with a dull clatter. Cool, pale fingers traced the bruises and razor-thin indentations in your skin tenderly under the weight of a dark, amused chortle. Brushing those knuckles delicately over your cheek and through the streaks of fresh tears on your face, a small crooked smile spread across his lips. "Not such a monster now, am I?" He murmured, withdrawing the hand coated in your essence and setting it on the curve of your hip as your body trembled beneath him.
"N-no," you stammered through gasps, your heart hammering in your chest. Glassy eyes stared up at him longingly, blinded by lust and the aching need to be wanted.
"While I will show you mercy, I'm not finished with you yet," he purred, trailing his fingertips over your racing pulse and back to your face, grasping your chin to keep your gaze pointed at his. "But that's what you wanted all along, isn't it, my little pet? To be wholly and completely possessed?"
"Y-yes," you whispered.
With a satisfied smirk, he reached above your head, adjusting the chains binding you to the table to give you more slack as the nagging ache of his own need strained distractingly against the fabric of his pants. Moving about the table like a phantom as he disrobed, you fought to get your breathing under control. Cool hands wrapped around your ankles and then abruptly yanked you down the length of the table until you were stopped by the limiting reach of the chains, tearing your pants off of your legs with a resounding riiiiip. The gush of cold air on your thighs and mounting desire for him to absolutely ruin you had your breath catching in your throat. Hungry eyes scoured every exposed inch of you as his palms trailed up your legs, settling on your hips. Without warning, his fingers dug harshly into your flesh and he flipped you onto your stomach, twisting your arms into a tangle with their chains around your head as your feet fumbled to find the floor. You felt the hot, engorged head of his leaky cock brush against the curve of your ass as he loomed over your precariously positioned body, long inky locks tickling the back of your shoulders. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as a large hand pressed your face into the dampness left by your last soul-evicting orgasm and the tip of his swollen erection swiped through your dripping folds. "Beg," he murmured lowly, his hot breath fanning your neck as that inhuman tongue traced the shell of your ear.
"Please, Orochimaru," you whimpered tearily against the damp metal. "I'm yours -- I n-need you. I'm sorry for what I said."
He hummed contently at your desperate prayer, seemingly placated by your offering as sharp teeth nipped at your neck and he sunk his entire length into your hungry, aching heat. The low growl rumbling through his chest betrayed the air of indifference that hung about him. You felt divine. Your cunt still pulsed and tightened around him from the lingering waves and heightened sensitivity left behind from his earlier work on your most sensitive nerves.
You cried out into the dirty surface beneath your squished cheek as the relentless pounding drove your hips into the edge of the table. Wrenching your arms against your awkwardly tangled restraints, you gasped and moaned as he once again began evicting your soul from your body with a predatory fury. Every rough pistoning of his length into your sopping cunt further drove the thoughts of why you wanted to leave him from your head. Each dig into your flesh and snarl into your ear served as compounding reminders that you were his. The swelling, white heat of another pending orgasm began building in your belly again, making you squirm and buck under the serpent's looming form.
His low, velvet voice filtered into your ear over the rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh as the tenuous threads holding your reality together began to strain and unravel. "Do you still want mercy?"
"Fuck," you choked out in a squeak, toes curling and unable to form an adequate reply. Your clit burned and throbbed, both begging for more abuse and needing desperately to cool off. All logic had been ejected from your head as you babbled incoherently against the metal surface that fogged with your every gaspy breath. His long, curved cock struck you repeatedly in ways that stole your reasoning, leaving nothing but an eruption of static and incomprehensible pleasure in its wake.
"Or do you want to submit and be mine?" He tempted in a cruel purr.
"Yours!" You rasped between labored breaths. The sound that bellowed from your chest when he reached between your legs to toy with your already throbbing bundle of nerves and echoed off of the stone walls was hardly human. You screamed the knells of a banshee queen, spasming and twisting beneath him in an ill-contrived effort to throw him off of you as the painfully pleasurable shocks that touch sent through your nervous system threatened to short circuit your brain.
Orochimaru's lips twisted into a wicked grin as you began falling apart beneath him in a quivering mess of broken wails. Every desperate squeeze of your pulsing walls around his cock was a silent chant of victory. Every nonsensical whimper of yours that tumbled from your lips were your admissions of defeat. He was the master of his domain, and that domain included every trembling bit of flesh beneath him. Digging his fingers roughly into you again and coiling around your body like a serpent, he lurched forward, sinking pointed fangs into your neck as he chased his own release with your spent body.
For a moment, you lapsed from reality as that bite shot blinding pain through every atom in your being and mixed with the nigh intolerable pleasure ripping through your core. Everything stopped. The low growls in your ear, the slaps of flesh, your labored breathing -- all went silent for an instant as you blinked out of existence for a single heartbeat. The world came roaring back with the next thump in your chest as your eyes shot open and a demonic hellcry tore its way out of throat.
Release.
The most intense orgasm of your life ravaged your mortal shell and left you sobbing helplessly beneath the orchestrator of your out of body experience.
You couldn't breathe.
You couldn't speak.
You couldn't anything.
Soft laughter swirled around your head as you felt hot liquid dribble down the insides of your thighs. A hand trailed delicately from your hip, soothingly moving over your spine and to the sore puncture wounds that now marred your neck. An insidious, crooked smirk pulled at his lips as an intricate pattern of dark swirls blossomed under your bruised flesh.
A curse mark. His curse mark, given to you instead of mercy -- forever branding you as Orochimaru's most prized possession.
