My server was ranked most competitive— and it’s crazy that it got downed ‘cause nobody was toxic either. Maybe the game was canceled because we weren’t buying the micro transactions… *realization*
Were you in my server?? We had CareCrow- I like to think we were friends but nobody ever chatted, NoctisXIII- the best Sasuke main across the servers, me- the nerd with a name in kanji and the maxed out snakemen, and a generally unused chat board.
I have no idea how this flat, A4 piece is bigger than an A3 marker illustration with realism and detail, but okay Tumblr, keep your secrets.
Anyway, Kaede's reference is done, and I'm really happy with the results, you can view it on Deviant Art which I've given the link for! I hope you all like it as much as I do!
I do not own the Naruto franchise.
I just own Kaede.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)
Orochimaru doesn't give hugs. He holds you down. When he has his arms around you, he's keeping you immobilised. It's restricting. He holds you tight, squeezing you into his chest as you squirm for air, desperate to free yourself from his cold grip. Orochimaru holds you close, whispering things into your ear that simultaneously makes your hair stand on end and toes curl─ he finds your defiance amusing until it's not and he grows impatient which eventually has you falling limp in his embrace.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He doesn't. and if he does─ it's never sincere. Orochimaru keeps you on his hook for as long as he is infatuated with you. His love isn't real─ he's obsessed, driven by desire and fascination. His declarations of love are manipulation tactics to keep you believing that what he does to you and what he feels are acts of devotion. He loves you, he knows best. He loves you, he can make the pain go away. He loves you, don't be selfish and take it for granted. His sweet whispers, delicate touches and leering smile are all there to keep you in his grasp.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
If you're his then you're barely allowed 5 paces away from him. There's no room for anyone else. Orochimaru is selfish, cunning, manipulative. If he can't convince you to stay isolated and devoted to him, then he'll cut off anyone in your life that he sees as a threat until all you have left is him. You don't need anyone else, Orochimaru makes sure of it until jealousy becomes moot. You're so dependant on him, so in love that Orochimaru doesn't concern himself with something like that. His arrogance/god-complex is too high.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are wet and soul snatching. Orochimaru holds you tight, fingers threading in your hair as his other arm curls around your waist. He slinks his tongue upon your lips and suckles on the puffy redness he creates after nibbling on it with his fangs. His kisses are all about taste. They're sensual, slow and filled with the desire to eat you. Orochimaru seeks to taste every inch of you he can possess, sliding his tongue along yours and pushing it down your throat, moaning when your muscles constrict around his hot tongue, only to release you and fill your mouth with his cock. His kisses always have you panting afterwards.
If it's not soul snatching─ then he kisses the back of your hand. It's his way of acting nice, pretending to be civil and courteous towards you.
X - Xtra (Random HC)
He has a mini greenhouse in his hideout. Orochimaru has always been curious and self-sufficient, you can just imagine that he'd have a little green thumb too by growing his own herbs and things for his concoctions and poisons. He would also have a flower bed and fresh veggies growing there too. Orochimaru keeps a log of his plants and hisses in displeasure when a gross bug or something ruins his patch. He'd catch an attitude all week about it haha
/ /💌 `- :333 ~ `✨️— Doctor!Orochimaru + briefly mentions the third shinobi war + naive!reader/shy!reader + sexual coercion/dub-con + olderman/younger woman + pussy inspection + Orochimaru and his monster tongue + fingering + just a daydream that wouldn't leave me alone ¤ this was supposed to be a snippet, not 3k smh +
“Where’s Lady Tsunade?”
“She’s tending to other patients right now.” he murmured, not bothering to lift his head to even glance at the patient in the cot as he stepped into the tent.
He idly scanned the report in his hand, fatigue heavy on his shoulders after the hours he spent on the battlefield, only to get thrust with medical files by an exasperated Tsunade.
Irritation prickled, sparking anger that only reminded him of the weariness slowing his steps and the impending battle day by day.
It was all one big nuisance, filled with decaying bodies and grief-struck families─ a foolish man’s war he didn’t care about as Orochimaru wished to spend some time on his research, not wasting his efforts tending to weak-bodied shinobi.
“This is a complete waste of my time.” he hissed, slamming the file down at the small table, clattering equipment sharp eyes could tell weren’t sterilised.
“I can come back another time.” you offered gently, eyeing the way his expression shifted when he finally set his sights on you.
The wind whistled through the flaps of the medic tent, chilling your body with a tiny shudder, yet the still, motionless gaze in his eyes unsettled you more than the cold. Objectively, pale yellow eyes with lilac coloured marks decorating his pale features looked pretty to you─ though the way he regarded you had you clutching on the thin blanket covering your body.
He looked at you like-like prey─ a helpless creature that had the misfortune of stumbling into his path. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, trying to stay strong and not shrink under the Sannin you’ve only heard whispers about in the field. The man named Orochimaru; had a brilliant mind that slinked beneath snake eyes that turned you to stone.
That can’t be true.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“Huh?”
He repeated himself calmly, lowering his tone in what he hoped sounded soothing for you as he settled on the empty chair beside your bed. The space was big enough for two patients at a time with the medic-nin’s equipment set on the table at the side. The area was empty, quiet as it was a little way away from the main medic station, only reserved for short stays or checkups. Perfect for the two of you. Orochimaru analysed you critically, taking in your crudely wrapped leg elevated by another pillow, scratched up uniform and haggard eyes. You looked as exhausted as the other ninjas slumping the grounds, but none of them looked like you. When you shook your head no, he hummed thoughtfully, taking in your face, body, everything he could as a fixation burned into his head.
Beautiful.
The way your nose slanted, lip curled─ simply exquisite, you were lovely. Soft skin, albeit a little caked with dirt and scratches, but nothing a warm bath couldn’t fix. Nice hair, cheeks, age? Well, he would have to check over your file, but you looked as young as that flashy ninja of Jirairya’s. Orochimaru stared intently, excitement beginning to hum whenever he felt himself grow heated over a new object of desire.
“May I?”
You nodded tentatively, outstretching your hand and then wincing when cold fingers brushed upon your own. Long, pale, slender fingers traced along the back of your hand, following the path slowly up your arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Orochimaru leaned in close, so close you could feel the long strands of dark hair tickle your leg─ so close you could smell the pine, dirt and smoke from the battlefield, but the faint undertone traces of him.
“Erm─ my arm is fine.” you squeaked, then cleared your throat when his hand reached your collarbone, nails lightly teasing the fabric of your shirt as if he wanted to explore further. You jerked from his touch, creaking the cot with the sudden movement making your leg shift which had you crying out in pain.
“Hold still,” he whispered, slowly unwrapping the tattered rag that covered your wound and tsking in displeasure. “What idiot did this?”
“I did.” you replied with a huff, shooting him a glare filled with defiance. “I didn’t have the time to pull out a medical kit while pulling my comrade from a rockslide and dragging us to safety.”
A tiny smirk curved, pleasure humming from the sudden fire you exhibited. Very cute, the Sannin thought to himself─ becoming more and more enticed the longer he spent with you. Orochimaru only nodded, saying nothing else as he cleaned your leg and began the healing process─ the gentle hum of green chakra warmed his hands as he pressed them on your leg, listening to your tiny groans of discomfort as he worked.
“What is your name?”
Orochimaru hummed, repeating your name under his breath and feeling his abdomen bloom with heat from the way it sounded on his tongue. Even your scent was delicious─ sensitive nose taking in your shampoo, along with your discomfort and trace amounts of attraction towards him that only slithered lust into his system further.
Time ticked on with his hands gliding up and down your calf, but soon enough─ your leg was healed. “Oh,” you gasped quietly, smiling over the slightly wrinkled skin where a gaping wound once was. “Thank you!”
“You must keep off your leg as best you can.” he said while applying soothing ointment to the area, something you could have done yourself, but he was keen to prolong your stay, his touch lingering. Even kind enough to wrap your leg up with fresh, clean bandages, unable to help his crooked smile over your earnest thanking. Sweet thing.
“Thank you for your help.” you beam once again, lifting your leg from the rest and swinging your legs around the bed to stand. “I must be going now.”
“No.” he said a little too quickly, too panicked, before he cleared his throat and sat back down on his seat with his usual air of calm. “I meant, no─ we’re not done with the checkup. You can’t leave now.”
“But,” you tilted your head to the side in confusion, looking down to wriggle your toes and finding the pain closer to pins and needles than the fire that shot through your body earlier. “I feel fine.” you insisted, yet finding yourself sinking back on the small bed by his chilled hand.
“No, no,” he sighed, bearing down at you in a sickeningly sweet leer. “I have to do more checks. What if there is something neither of us noticed, and I let you back out there? What kind of doctor would I be if I did not ensure my patient was 100% healthy?”
A fake doctor, a scientist with medical-ninjutsu training that helped his overbearing teammate─ but you didn’t need to know any of the details. All you needed to do was─
“Relax, and hold still.”
His voice was like silk. Smooth, graceful, sleek─ all the things that had you sighing and almost melting under his guise as his chilled fingers stroked the bare skin of your thigh. This situation didn’t exactly sit right with you─ but he knew better. Who were you to argue with him? Just a simple jonin, newly requited into the ranks.
Orochimaru was the physician, the superior shinobi, outranking you by decades of skill and knowledge─ this is the short stay and checkups tent. Of course, he must do his job, so you willed yourself to relax, to hold still as he whispered, allowing his hands to stroke the exposed skin of your thighs. Your pants got torn to your thighs; your jonin jacket lay on the cot beside you, so all you had to protect you from the chill was your tattered shirt and underwear. So when he uttered the word strip, new panic began to settle as you stammered through objections.
Orochimaru shushed you gently, patting your bandaged leg with a smile that was too crooked to be comforting twitched upon his lips. “I must make sure you are not hurt anywhere else. Please, strip, and I will be able to make my assessments so you can leave.”
Oh fuck─ the way you peered up at him, all innocent and trusting buzzed arousal through him, almost jerking himself into you prematurely, but he staved off those impulses and enjoyed the little game. He watched you closely, standing up in front of him and peeling off your trousers, tugging out of your shirt─ then hesitating for a moment before nimble fingers played with the hooks of your bra until the soft snap came. Orochimaru swallowed his groan, eyeing the pretty tits that bounced free before forcing professionalism into his expression and waiting patiently for your panties to pool at your feet. You had him biting his lip to surpass the smirk as hungry eyes followed the curves of your body, cock stirring thanks to the view you had the grace of exposing until you squirmed in front of him with your arms covering your most private parts.
Orochimaru tutted at you mockingly. “Why are you hiding from your doctor?” He chuckled, enjoying your little whine as you sat on the cot, shrinking beneath his stare as he pulled his chair towards you, thighs spread and caging you into his frame.
He took your hand, slowly prying it away from your chest. “My dear, I’m the top scientist in the country. You are not the first naked body I’ve seen.” And yet, you might be the loveliest, but he kept that to himself as he pulled your arms away from your body. “Please, let me work. You are my patient, after all.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck!
His grip tightened involuntarily, apologising under his breath for hurting you while willing the blood to stay north above his cock─ but it was proving troublesome with how you glanced at him shyly through your lashes. Such a pretty young thing, he thought to himself as he slowly glided his hands up your arms, then to your shoulders, squeezing the skin beneath his palm as Orochimaru ventured lower─ digging his thumbs into the soft swell of your breasts and then down to your waist until he reached your plush thighs. Orochimaru worked slow, caressing, touching, groping every bit of exposed flesh his perverted eyes set on. He took his time, hands carefully sliding back up your frame, lightly grazing your tender nipples and savouring your small sighs that fanned out your lips as he kneaded your body softly, appreciating every dip and curve of your physique until a particular smell had him pushing at your shoulders, coercing you to lay down in front of him with your legs out.
“Wh-what─ wait.”
“Shhh, my dear─ I must check down there too.”
He lifted your legs, resting your feet on the armrest of his chair and spread your thighs apart─ lightly pushing against the resistance you blubbered.
“Bu-but that’s not─ you─ sir,” you whined, embarrassment flaming you as you lay naked with your thighs spread at the mercy of the legendary ninja’s piercing gaze at your most intimate parts. Your cheeks burned, sputtering excuses and squirming beneath his hold, but his gentle murmurs of hush and elegant hands rubbed your thighs─ somehow easing you into his touch and slowing your thundering pulse. Your breath puffed in an uneasy rhythm, shame filling you as he only chuckled over your discomfort─ the older man looking much calmer whereas you struggled to breathe.
“I’m only doing my job,” he said, pulling out gloves and a bottle of lube from one of the draws beside him. “Please, don’t feel ashamed in front of your doctor.”
“I-it’s just that─ that a woman does this─”
“I understand, but as you can see─” he gestured to the empty tent with minimal bedding and equipment, “we’re in shortage of ninja and supplies. We are in a middle of a war, my dear. We’re making do, and I’m afraid we’re all each other has at the moment, so please─ hold still─ and it will be over soon.”
Once again, Orochimaru’s sultry voice washed over you, silking through you and tricking you into a false sense of safety as you sunk back onto the bed with quiet complicity─ who were you to argue with a doctor? ”He knows best”, you kept repeating to yourself under your breath, resting your head on the pillow and squeezing your eyes shut even when you felt his cold, gloveless fingers lightly stroke the plushy fat of your labia.
Humiliation flared when you heard him murmur something close to beautiful─ but you chalked that up to your nerves because this was work for him. He had to be here, same as you. His touch─ his probes and slow strokes upon your folds were medical. It was medical. There was no need for your breathing to quicken, for your heart to thump so loudly you could hear the blood rushing in your ears─ it was─
“Eeep” you jolted when you felt his finger press on your clit.
“Shhh, I’m sorry─ I was concerned it was something else.”
“It-its okay.”
Orochimaru rubbed two fingers upon your folds, sliding them up and down, one, two, three─ collecting the gooey wetness dripping on his fingers and stifling his moan how your cunt obscenely clenched in front of him. He took the time to admire your pussy, drool hanging off his tongue at the sight of your puffy vulva, your labia shined with sticky residue, tight hole aching to be stuffed full─ you were so pretty. Pretty, pretty pussy and all his, well─ soon to be his. He swallowed his groan as he delved right back in, listening to your stuttered whimpers as Orochimaru pushed his finger into you, the muscles squeezing on his digit beautifully before he added a second. He fingered you gently, thrusting into your cunt in and out, gliding in deep and curling his digits inside─ your surprised moan making him chuckle.
“Don’t worry─ that happens all the time,” he reassured calmly, pressing his other hand on your belly to keep you pinned, “it’s easier if you don’t move.” Your ’yes, sir’ had him almost spurting his cum into his pants again. It’s wicked how such a sweet creature can sound so sinful like that─ the desire to keep you pinned beneath him for the foreseeable future ran deep, but he was going to have his fun now. Your slick shined his fingers, the smell wafting through him as the arousal hummed into his abdomen, churning lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling into his pants.
“Fe-els weird.” you gasped, whole body aflame as you tried not to react too much to his ministrations. He was fingering you─ and it felt so good you chewed on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning─ this had to be wrong.
“No, no,” Orochimaru tightened his hold on your belly, keeping you pinned on the bed as his fingers began pumping a little faster at a steady pace. “You got to let me do my job, dear. I’m only trying to help.”
“B-but─”
“Shhh, I’m right here,” he cooed sickly, grinning wickedly as his fingers continued their slow pumps into your squelching cunt, “You’re doing so well, I’m impressed.”
“Re-eally?”
“Yes, such a good girl.”
The way you keened under his praise fluttered warmth through his chest, the need to hear all the pathetic little noises that puffed out of your lips took over. Reason and rationale abandoned him as he stared into the slick wetness of your pretty cunt.
Orochimaru lightly glided his fingers inside your pussy, allowing his chill digits to stretch your gummy walls, softly stimulating the muscles clamping around his finger. Slinking in, out, in, out, massaging your folds, rubbing your clit─ in, out, in, out─ light brushes on your mound until his fingers find your swollen clit again; his soft petting has your shameful moans resounding in the room. Orochimaru breathed slow, inhaling deeply through his nose and almost groaning from the senses that washed over him. You smelt rich, and delicious─ filled with the natural musk of your pussy combined with the fear and anxiety of your emotions, made for a dick jerking mixture that heated his core.
“I have to taste.” he moaned to himself, unaware he said the words out loud until his tongue slithered out and pierced your gaping little hole─ your cry of surprise going unheard as Orochimaru messily lapped at your cunt with his monster tongue.
“St-stop! ahh─ plea-ease! I-I─ I don’t─ sir, please!”
Orochimaru pushed his face in your cunt, the softness of your inner lips humming pleasure through his body. This time, he went slow─ stroking his flattened tongue on your folds up and down, groaning loud when you pushed at his head in your pathetic attempt to stop him. Orochimaru spread your thighs─ smiling cruelly into your labia, using his whole face when licking your sweet cunt─ taking his time to enjoy the taste, smell, the sound of the wetness splashing on his tongue. His groans matched yours, using the vibration as added stimulation when he sucked on your lips, humming upon them, and then released you with a soft pop before gently swishing his tongue around your hole.
A sob bubbled from your throat, tears running down your cheeks as pleasure mixed with shame. It was intense, hot, wet─ blissful with how it stretched your cunt and rubbed along your spongy walls. But it was wrong; he lied─ he was a stranger. It was wrong and so so good.
Orochimaru used his nose to bump on your clit while stretching your cunt with his hot tongue; it had you going cross-eyed. You squirmed beneath his hold, whining loudly with no semblance of control─ only being able to withstand his loud slurping of your pussy and the vibrations that came with his low growls. Your desperate cries turned breathless the harder he ate your pussy─ your grip in his hair lamenting slightly as more moans puffed out of your chest, slowly melting into the stimulation of his fat muscle fucking into your cunt─ on the brink of relinquishing control until someone called his name.
Orochimaru cursed, sitting up and licking his lips of your wetness, the taste of your pussy tingling on his tongue as he stood abruptly. “Get dressed,” he hissed, palming his rock-hard erection and finding it difficult to regulate his body temperature when your scent─ the addictive taste of your cunt still hummed in his system. He turned back to you, throwing a thin blanket over your shivering, tear-stricken body and groaning softly from the sight.
“Stay quiet until I return. Understood?”
The sounds of Tsunade’s shouts continued to ring, flashing a familiar agitation as he shifted his cock in his pants, attempting to make the arousal less noticeable.
“Leave, and I’ll kill you,” he hissed, taking in your teary expression gripping the blanket fearfully. “I am not done with you yet, little one.”
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