Title: It's Always A Nightmare
Author: Reno
Fandom: Resident Evil 7 Biohazard
Setting: The Baker's Main House
Pairing: Jack Baker/Ethan Winters
Characters: Jack Baker, Ethan Winters
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Rating: E
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1026
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part of the For All These Times series, Whump Bingo Fill #3
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Non-Con Kisses, Age Gap, Daddy Kink, Severed Limbs, Limb Removal, Limb Regeneration, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Scene Made Canon-Divergent, Ethan Gets His Leg Cut Off Scene Rewrite
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: "Don't worry your pretty little head, boy, Daddy's here."
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Here's another of the Ethan Whump Bingo fics! I've powered through two in my first day! This one will be the third request! Which, honestly, is one I chose to do that I wanted to do on my own. That's the story for this one, too. I'm actually proud of myself! Going to see if I can't get another one done. I'm watching someone play RE7 again, so I can refresh myself. I hope you guys are looking forward to it! Requests are open on my NSFW Twitter. People on FFN can PM me for the link or search HimboHungry on Twitter. It's under my pinned!
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Here we go!
It's Always A Nightmare
"You thought you'd slip out before dinner was done?"
Jack's voice cut into Ethan's thoughts, his desperate desire to open the hatch and slip into it. He'd managed to unlock it, at the very least, but he wasn't going to get in just now. Jack saw to that. When Ethan felt fingers on his face, his heart sank and he closed his eyes, praying for the first time in a long time.
"You came to the wrong house, boy!"
The shovel slammed against his head with a loud reverberation, and Ethan gagged on the bile rising in his throat. Falling to his back, he sprawled a little, looking up with half-lidded eyes and a sway to his movements. A scream left him as the shovel pierced his flesh and Jack wiggled it until it broke through skin, muscle, and bone alike.
Leaning down in front of him, Jack simpered at him like he was a child that had dropped his ice cream down his shirt and it was such a shame.
"Poor thing."
Grabbing Ethan by his hair, he threw him back against the wall, turning and stalking back to the door he'd come through. Watching Ethan crawl towards his ankle, he shook the bottle of healing liquid slightly before crouching, setting it down.
"You can use this to fix your leg. You can do it!" His words almost sounded encouraging, if not for the giggle that broke them. Ethan army-crawled his way forward, watching Jack get up and walk around him as he sat back. Hissing in pain, he lined the ankle up to his leg and poured the slick liquid over the wound. Much to his amazement, the skin sewed itself back together, the bone seemed almost like it had never broken…
"What the fuck?!" As he climbed back to his feet, Ethan was just about to test if he could walk before he felt the shovel slide behind his back. When had Jack gotten so close to him? He only tugged Ethan closer with a grip on both sides of the shovel, an ominous smirk on his lips.
"Here's Daddy." Jack mumbled, tugging Ethan's chin up, "You better not run, now. You feel better, baby?" He nearly cooed, smiling at the other in a way that might even be gentle. Ethan, confused, whispered something barely intelligible and Jack just chuckled again.
"Wh-what-"
"Shut your mouth, boy. You keep opening it and I'll do it for ya." Ethan didn't know if he wanted to test Jack, but his lips parted again to speak. Careful, cracked lips pressed to his forehead and he recoiled a little bit, only for Jack to tug him closer once more. The elder man held him close by the shovel against his lower back, kissing at his face and neck until Ethan relaxed into him.
"There we go, that's a good boy." Jack told him with a smile, kissing his lower lip gently, "There we go. Just give in." Petting a hand through blond hair, the elder male smiled at him. "Don't worry your pretty little head, boy, Daddy's here."
While everything in Ethan screamed not to listen, he found himself relaxing slowly anyway. What had he gotten himself into?
After a moment, the shovel clattered to the floor and Jack hefted him up, wrapping Ethan's legs around his waist. It seemed that Jack had other ideas than to let Ethan go, but Ethan was distracted by the affection he was getting. With kisses to his neck, Jack took him back to the dining room, sitting him on the table.
"Can you eat for Daddy, baby?" Grabbing a piece of the meal that Marguerite had made, he held it up to the other's lips. Ethan turned his head, shaking it.
"No fucking way, I don't know what that is-" Ethan didn't get to finish his sentence, Jack tossing the food back down before reaching for his knife. Grabbing Ethan's hair, he jerked his head back and dug his mouth open with the knife. It seemed that his kindness had come to an end with Ethan's refusal, and Ethan almost wished he'd just eaten it. This hurt like Hell.
Once Ethan's mouth was open, Jack's hold on Ethan's hair loosened before he reached down to grab his tongue. Dividing it in half, Jack relished in Ethan's screams of pain, his wiggling, the grip on his wrist trying to push him away. Stronger than the younger man, Jack continued his abuse by suddenly bringing the butt of the knife to Ethan's temple, successfully knocking him unconscious. Pouring some of the healing liquid over the other's tongue, he smiled softly at his limp form that slumped back against the table.
Ethan was too pretty for him to help himself, reaching a hand up to run it over his clothed chest. He gripped the other's shoulder, before tugging him back up and tossing him over his shoulder. Placing him in another chair, he proceeded to duct tape his chest to the chair, tying him down with a rope around his neck, tethering it to the back.
Ethan twitched slightly like he might try and jerk the chair to the floor. Angered by the sudden movement, he picked up the chair, throwing Ethan into the hallway through the open double doors. Ethan, awake suddenly from the impact, groaned in pain as the splintered wood of the chair's legs dug into his own.
Jack lumbered over, kneeling and taking Ethan's chin in his hand.
"You've been awfully naughty, baby. Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that."
Ethan didn't really want to find out what that meant, but the next thing he knew, he was hefted again. Jack broke most of the rest of the chair, happy to leave Ethan taped to the back of it.
"Let's go see what I can dream up, baby doll." Jack laughed, carrying him towards the foyer. This was going to hurt, Ethan knew that much. Jack had a wicked mind, and he paused, looking at the garage door, instead.
"Just got another idea, baby, don't worry. I'll fix you up once you've been torn apart."
Ethan was worried regardless.
AN: Just a short little thing but I still like this. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Prompt: Comfort From Whumper