Orochimaru with prompts šļøš and a reader who is very sick, or maybe he made very sick. He wants them to be completely dependent on him. Can I ask for that?
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Contents: Yandere!Orochimaru with prompts: šļøš
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WARNINGS: YANDERE, MUNCHAUSSENS, BED CONFINEMENT, CAPTIVITY, MANIPULATION, CO-DEPENDENCY.
Can a being like Orochimaru love?
Love, a complicated feeling for every single human on the earth. One would thing somebody as dehumanized as Orochimaru wouldn't even be able to fathom the concept of loving anybody without expecting something in return. But he can, his vision of love may be distorted and violent, but he is capable of loving.
At least when it comes to you.
You don't remember much about your life before he came around. When you try to do so your head hurts to the point of screaming, of crying. Fortunately, Orochimaru is there to soothe your pains.
You aren't precisely unaware that he isn't the most benevolent or altruistic creature around. You aren't precisely ignorant of the things he does to keep power, to gain it. But there is so much you can do when your legs are too weak to walk across the room, or when your vision can barely function enough for you to read a book before going to sleep. Orochimaru has told you it is natural, that the fact that you are sick is merely a bad luck shot in the roulette of generics and nature. You were simply born sick, and you would probably die that way.
Besides, he always talks to you in such a sweet, understanding tone. After all, there are moments where he can't leave the bed either. But he understands your suffering, your pain, even if he doesn't quite understand why it is caused.
Or maybe he does. He just isn't speaking the truth. Maybe that is why once or twice a weak those medicinal herb teas he brings you are unbearably bitter. But you're too much of a coward to question him about that.
"How is my favorite toy doing?" He asks, practically purring as his hand comes to caress the side of your face. Your breathing is slow, measured, and the steady beeping and humming of the machines he has you pumped to is enough keep you grounded to reality. Painful, boring, but reality.
"Fine." You can barely speak, voice hoarse and weak, a thread. Orochimaru chuckles, serpentine pupils dilating as he takes in the pathetic, weakened state you're in. Right where he wants you, right where he can he call control love.
"Really now?" Another chuckle, another purr, a condescending tap to your cheek. He fixes your hair with gentle hands. "Last time I checked you told me you felt like you were dying. I'm just happy we're past the dramatics. I told you plenty of times, ___. I refuse to let you perish under my tender care."
"I... I struggle... I struggle to believe-" You gasp, and he interrupts you with a sharp glare. Pupils constricting at the gaze of your defiance.
"Struggle to believe me? How stupid of you, doll. Science and chakra can do wonders. Just look at you now, able to speak, able to defy me as if I haven't been trying to save your life," You try and breathe deeply, suddenly feeling constricted, an oppresive weight around and over your ribs. "You think you can just leave? You think one day you will just wake up feeling better? Stop dreaming, my dear doll. Even somebody as powerful as me cannot perform miracles. Always remember: You can't exist outside my care."
"There must be... a way..." You protest, weakly. "There... must be... another doctor... another..."
"Another?" He scoffs. "And why, pray tell, should I let anobody else see you? Why should I let some filthy medical ninja come here and contaminate you with something that neither you or me are sure will work?" His hands come to grasp your neck, aching to squeeze. "I hate thinking about them... I want to rip them open and make them scream... they doesnāt deserve you... only I do." You close your eyes, tired of struggling, the weight over your chest making it harder to breathe.
"You... are insane..." You murmur, and Orochimaru chuckles again. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, betraying the murderous instincts bubbling inside him.
"Perhaps, my doll, just perhaps," He whispers against your hair. "But despite it all, it doesn't change the fact that you are terribly sick. And most importantly, that you are so irrevocably mine."
i like u snake man i would let u do unspeakable things to me
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Warnings: none? Crying, being called a cry baby. Sensitive female reader
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-you were sensitive, always have been, but you never thought you were a cry baby. It wasnāt until you got together with your boyfriend that you realized just how soft you truly are
-āaww, whatās the matter pretty girl?ā Your partner cooās towards you when he walks into your shared room. Seeing your blood shot eyes, mascara smeared under your lashes, and streaks of the black ink stained against your soft skin
-āsuch a little cry baby, hm?ā despite your loverās teasing, he hates seeing you upset, let alone to the point that tears were shed. Heād kill anybody who upsets you, especially if they called you a cry baby. Only heās allowed to do that.
-all you manage to mutter out is a faint ām sorryā, using your sleeve to wipe away the evidence of your feelings.
-ātsk, none of that babyā his words are soft, devoid of his usual taunting nature. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your small frame against his chest.
-you always felt safe around your boyfriend, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with him. Which, of course, causes you to let out a soft sob and a few more tears, forming a small wet spot against his shirt.
-you relax further into his chest, feeling a large hand move up and down over your back, something he took to the first time you cried in front of him. Something he does to keep you grounded. Focused. Calm.
-ācome on, talk to me mama. Let me know what upset my baby.ā His voice is gentle, his tone full of patience as he waits for you to catch your breath.
-heāll never admit it, especially to you, but he loves this. Loves being able to be the one to make you feel better, allowing his own vulnerability to show, which goes against his tough nature. It only fuels his need to protect you
-he loves nothing more than having a cry baby as a girlfriend.
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The two of you were looking down at the small boy in orochimaruās arm. He was adorable, his light blue hair looking almost white. His pale skin taking after Orochimaru. The small child in your arms was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. An experiment the two of you created together in his lab. It took you both a while but it was so worth it. It was like you had a child of your own now.
You were Orochimaruās secret lover. He didnāt keep you hidden for any particular reason the two of you just didnāt want everyone in your business. You two lived farther from other people. Certain ones like jugo and kabuto knew about you, Kabuto even considered you another parental figure. Those he needed to know about you did. You both lived a quiet life together. Orochimaru was a great partner, providing anything you needed. And as long as you been talking about expanding your family the time has finally come.
āWhat shall we call him my dear?ā
āWhat aboutā¦mitsuki?ā
Orochimaru smiled as he looked at the both of you. It warmed his heart to see you so happy. You finally had the family you wanted and he was the one to provide it for you.
He absolutely CANNOT afford to have you shedding tears and not solve whatever problem you have immediately.
Whenever he sees those tears running down your cheeks he lovingly lifts up your chin with his fingers, wiping them away with his thumb before pressing a few kisses to your lips. āWhatās the matter?ā, he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He really hates seeing you like this.
And he has many times before and will always be ready to fight the other gods for you. (Even though I genuinely donāt know what kind of mess youāre getting into to be stirring up gods and stuff) But since he is a god, which you donāt like to take advantage of, you try to keep things to yourself to not feel bad about the extra leg and a half you have in life. Since he loves you so much though, he will get to the bottom of this issue himself if it really comes down to it. If youāre struggling at work, with a project, family and friends or youāre not feeling well in general, heās sure to immediately attend to those issues. But thatās only after he cuddles you to pieces.
He does show major signs of being clingy, so when your feeling upset heās wrapped around you all day like a sweater, until heās convinced that youāre well enough for him to leave you on your own and go sort out those issues. Heās like a personal hero. A very clingy one.
Heās not as clingy as Buddha is, but when he does see you feeling upset enough to start crying, he will baby you to death. He turns into a koala and will literally wrap his arms around you and never let go. Not until heās 100% certain youāre okay. And even then, he might spend some time being extra close to you just to make himself feel better.
Heās very susceptible to depression and when he sees you crying, it triggers a deep somberness inside of him that he canāt explain, and he starts overthinking, growing terribly paranoid about you getting hurt or being in any other kind of situation that would make you cry. He doesnāt tears, nor does he like the sound of crying, especially coming from you. So now you experience a season of clingy, overprotective, extra soft Itachi.
Even if youāre only upset in the moment and soon recover and get over whatever mad you cry, he still canāt help but linger around you for a week or two, taking many days off of work or finishing earlier than usual. He bathes with you, cooks each of your meals throughout the day, helps you get ready for bed and tucks you in at night. He will even treat you to a story while scratching your back before bed, and holds you tighter than usual, throughout the entire night.
You know he has some kind of a problem since his behavior is definitely not normal, but if it helps him in any way, youāll always allow him to treat you like and you also try to reciprocate the treatment to help him snap out of it sooner rather than later.
Heās usually the reason as to why you cry to begin with, which at first, he pretends he doesnāt care, immediately turning around to walk away from you so he doesnāt have to watch you break down. But over time, he does take an interest in your feelings. He just feels guilty sometimes and doesnāt know how to approach you.
He knows you love to cuddle though, so he will try to use that during times like this and invite you to come and spend time with him while he works. Heāll rub your back and hold you close to him as he walks around his home and might even suggest going for walks around the large base hand in hand. He went as far as nurturing a garden with his own hands for you two to walk through whenever he upset you like this.
He doesnāt make you cry on purpose. Itās never his intention to begin with, but it happens and when it does, he kind of hates himself for a while. But heāll never mention it and hides his guilt quite well. He loves it when you lay on his chest sometimes and he can rub your back, and slowly feel you begin to calm down.
Sometimes the poor man gets so frustrated over the sight of tears flooding your eyes, heāll gently smoosh you into his chest and wrap his arms around you and just hold you, petting your head and rubbing your back while he tries to hush you. Itās only when it gets to this point that heāll mumble and apology while heās hugging you. He doesnāt mind standing with you like this until you finally calm down.
He sees you crying and youāre surprised to see a warm smile plastered on his face. āOh babe, itās okayā, he chuckles, pulling you close against him to hug you. Heās so good at making the situation seem less dire than it actually is and prefers to distract you from your problems than talk about them.
He will address whatever cause those tears to begin with at later stage, but tries to focus on getting you passed your balling. Sometimes heāll pick you up and rub your back while you wrap your limps around him and cry into his shoulder. He coos at you and baby talks you while he rocks you in his arms.
After endless kisses against your forehead while he cradles you in his arms, the moment he feels like your breakdown is over, heāll tickle you. He tickles you until youāre breathless with laughter and have long forgotten to cry. You can only run away from him, and you try your best to wriggle out of his hold, and then heās after you and the chase builds up adrenaline inside of you that totally distracts you from whatever made you cry.
You end up having to play fight him until thereās a winner, which he freely gives over to you. Onceās itās been established that youāve won, heāll reward you with taking you out to your favorite place and doesnāt mind stopping to get some popsicles with you. Heās a total sucker for you when he tries to make you feel better and will even let you ride his dragon with him, the two of you flying over the nearby ocean, laying on your backs ontop of rainbow dragon, enjoying the wind brushing against your skin while you suck on your popsicle.
Itās during peaceful moments like this that heāll finally ask you why you were so upset and now you can tell him without feeling too depressed about it.
Heās not good with tears. He doesnāt know what to do whenever you cry and will quietly separate himself from you when he sees you getting emotional. Itās never with negative intentions, itās just very awkward for him. What does he say? What should he do? Heās never really seen an example of how to approach the situation.
I mean at least he understands that youāre clearly having a hard time, so he will try and get as many chores out of the way as possible and will work extra hard to ensure that you donāt have to do a single thing around the house. He does grow very quiet though and wonāt say much when he does find himself within your vicinity.
If you ask him to shower with you or do anything for you, he will of course. And he heavily relies on instruction during this time or else heāll just excuse himself. If youāre having an episode and he notices youāre crying almost everyday, he becomes a bit scarce and when heās away from you heās constantly stressed out. He really doesnāt know what to do. Heāll humbly ask another member of the org for advice when it gets that bad, and will only come home at night to tidy up the entire house to make sure youāre chore-less the next day.
Itās only when you vent to him with tears in your eyes about why heās avoiding you does the thought come to him like a lightbulb that he should probably spend more time holding you. Heās trying his best though I mean his traumatizing past is all he got sometimes. But he kind of likes it when you cling to him and your crying goes from making him nervous, to making him feel needed and protective.
Would oro like a chubby reader? š«š«ššš Me going through body shame from my parents I'm ok oro comforts me-
My requests are wide open and Iām sorry you have to go through that. Iām entirely happy to indulge you <33
Now listen; Orochimaru doesn't give a shit about what your body looks like; at most he only cares about what it can do for him. As your lover, he cares about your happiness and pleasure on all fronts because he's just so weak for you. And though he does have a sense of superiority over you in bed (and in general), he will make sure you enjoy every second of your intimacy like it's his life purpose.
When Orochimaru first meets you, he generally thinks youāre adorable because of how harmless you appear. It only takes one instance, where you show him you have a bite to you, that earns you a one-way ticket into his heart. I can also tell you that he gets incredibly handsy with you because of your size. This man loves to knead at your soft flesh unconsciously, so expect one of his hands to be on you at all times. He often feels that something is out of place when his hands arenāt on you; I'm not entirely sure where it comes from. Donāt expect this man to not kill anyone who breathes at you incorrectly, let alone body shames you. You're his everything, and heād go to the ends of the earth for you.
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Can I request reader taking care of a sick orochimaru???
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Coming right up! I really enjoyed that one. This kinda just naturally followed. This is kind of a part 2 for Fever, though it isn't required to read prior to this.
Post-war sick!Orochimaru x gn!Reader
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The unexpected sound of harsh, wet hacking broke your fervent concentration as you stood at your station in the otherwise silent lab -- the very same wet hacking you experienced yourself a little over a week ago after having collapsed in the hallway on your way to work. Gazing up from your row of test tubes, your eyes fell upon an unexpected sight. Two tables away, Orochimaru was hunched over the counter, gripping the edge of his table with straining knuckles and face tucked into his elbow. His shoulders tensed and body wracked with each damp, rattling cough.
"Orochimaruā¦ are you alright?" You inquired as you set down your work and carefully approached.
Clearing his throat, the serpent righted himself and shifted his piercing gaze toward you. His pale face was flushed and looked clammier than usual. Long, raven locks clung to his dampened skin. He looked like hell. "Nothing to worry yourself about," he croaked, waving his hand dismissively.
"You sound terrible. Did you catch what I had?" Worry stained your voice as you stood next to him. A feverish heat radiated from his normally reptilian skin as your fingertips grazed his arm.
"I'm fine." His eyes glinted dangerously in the harsh fluorescent light, giving him the air of a wounded beast as he recoiled from your hand.
"You're sick," you insisted, now doing your best to remain stoic without crumbling under his murderous glaring. "You really ought to go rest."
"Your concern is noted, but I'm afraid there's much work to be done. I can't simply take time off every time I feel a touch under the weather."
You narrowed your eyes and folded your arms defiantly. "You made me take almost a week off when I was 'a touch under the weather'," you retorted.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he condescendingly patted your cheek with an unusually warm palm. "You, my dear, could hardly walk unassisted and were mumbling through fever dreams in your sleep for two days straight. We are not the same."
You gripped his hand as it contacted your face and your ears prickled with heat, further narrowing your eyes with concern. "Your hands are warm. They're never warm. That Zetsu body isn't indestructible, Orochimaru. Let me take care of things here for a day or two. You need a break."
"In what world are you living that you think you can give me orders?" He hissed viciously.
Standing your ground, you maintained your grip on his hand as you attempted to bolster your position with a half-baked idea. "I swear, don't make me call Kabuto."
Orochimaru balked in the face of your threat. Ordinarily, you were not so boldly defiant with him, especially in the laboratory. "You will do no such thing."
"I will if you don't take a break. Please, Orochimaruā¦ you look awful. All of this stuffā¦ I can handle it." You were rapidly losing the bite that held up your little display of bravery as those wicked, amber eyes burned holes through your resolve. "At least let me make you some tea and just put this down for a few hours."
Studying the intensity of your expression and taking in the full breadth of your genuine concern for his well-being, Orochimaru stifled another cough but ultimately relented to your badgering. Curse those eyes, he thought, berating himself over his own weakness for you. Had any of his other subordinates behaved this way toward him, they might find themselves mysteriously removed from the world of the living. But you, you were different. You held this strange power over him that he couldn't seem to name. That soft, caring smile and sweet, adoring gaze cast an unnerving spell that he just couldn't break. "I suppose it can wait a few hours," he sighed, putting aside his work and curling a long arm around your shoulders to allow you to walk him back to his room.
While he didn't exactly need you to physically support him to walk, you mirrored his stance and wrapped an arm around his waist as the two of you made your way back toward his room, trying to camouflage your surprise at how unsettlingly warm he felt. All the while, he prattled on about specifics regarding the experiment you had been assisting him with, leaving you instructions as to how you should proceed between bouts of coughing. You knew all of these things already, but you didn't dare interrupt his explanations. The fact that he was telling you all of this indicated that he was at the very least considering taking a bit of time off to battle the very obvious illness he had certainly caught while taking care of you.
Once he finally relented and climbed into his bed, you hurriedly scampered off to procure tea. While boiling water in the quaint little kitchenette tucked away in a quiet corner of the compound, you rummaged through the fridge, looking for anything else that might help him feel better. The need to take care of him pulled heavily on your heart strings, especially after last week. Your bout of illness unveiled a side of the sannin that you rarely saw. Despite your limited memory of the worst of your feverish delirium, you knew Orochimaru had hardly left your side. You remembered the feeling of his fingers gently brushing along your hairline as he sat beside you and continued his research with your head in his lap. Even in that state, you felt his presence, softly hushing your confused mumblings and placing cool cloths on your forehead to alleviate your discomfort. He deserved the same level of care, even if he didn't want to admit that he needed it.
Determined to make a difference, you set a tray on the counter and put together a bowl of warm soup and his favorite cup of tea, seasoning it with a bit of honey to help with his cough and made your way back to the room. You pressed the door open with your foot and set the tray down on the nightstand beside his bed, trying to disguise your disapproving look when you found him with research notes sprawled out across his lap. "You can't take a break from your work if you bring your work to bed with you," you scolded him teasingly while offering him the mug of aromatic tea. "I meant it when I said I'd call Kabuto if you're going to be a difficult patient."
A low, raspy chuckle rolled from his throat as he lifted the mug from your hands. "That won't be necessary."
With a knowing hum, you gathered the papers strewn about the bed and stacked them up, setting them aside on the desk a few feet away. "I brought soup, too."
Orochimaru took a long, satisfied drink from the carefully brewed cup of tea before setting it aside and glancing at the bowl resting atop the tray you brought in. "You behave as though I'm on my deathbed," he mused.
"If you have what I had, you might need a little coddling," you said with a nervous twist of your mouth. "Whether you want to admit it or not, you're sick."
"Bring those papers back over here. I can eat and read at the same time," he held out a hand expectantly.
"No," you crossed your arms stubbornly.
"No?" He echoed with an incredulous laugh.
"The work can wait," you insisted more quietly, parking yourself on the edge of the bed, entwining your fingers around his. "You told me the same thing."
"While I appreciate your concern for me, I'm going to remember this little bout of defiance later," he hummed with a wicked glint in his eye as he reached for the bowl, untangling his fingers from yours after a few moments in order to actually eat.
Heat prickled through your face at the implication. You knew precisely what he was getting at and were now thoroughly flustered. "Not until you stop hacking up a lung," you stammered. Even when he looked like hell, his ability to get under your skin remained strong as ever.
"My being a touch ill is no excuse for you to think you're in charge here," he stated casually with a crooked smile as he sipped a spoonful of the soup you brought him. He set the bowl down in his lap for a moment and reached a pale hand toward your face, tenderly tracing slender digits purposefully from your cheek down to your jawline, pausing to lightly grasp your chin. "Now, be a dear and bring me the rest of my notes from the lab," he murmured, bright amber orbs fixated on you.
His gaze bordered on being hypnotic, and you melted into his touch. Every bit of fortitude you had left crumbled away under his fingertips. "O-of course," you breathed.
he pulls your hair upto his shoulder, thrusting into you with even more vigour when you let out a small yelp. he gazes down at you, staring into your eyes with an intensity that you couldnt hope to comprehend with his cock buried so deep inside. and then..ļæ¼ļæ¼ unexpectedly, with the spontaneity of pure chaos, he leans further down, pressing his lips to yours.
he kisses you with a gentleness that you have never, ever perceived the king of snakes to have. the sweetness makes your thighs shake even though he has paused his brutal thrusts. he warms your heart with those icy lips of his, tasting like cherry popsicleļæ¼s on a sunny day. his grip on your hair softens, slender fingers moving down to stroke the sides of your body in foreign affection.
he smiles into the kiss, making the effect of his presence embarrassingly prevalent in the goosebumps showing up on your skin. and like a cold drink on a sweltering day, you didnāt know what you were parched for until you were quenched.
