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magicalbats · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 13: Size Difference

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7129

Warnings: Afab!/reader, size difference, noncon, abduction, bathing, aphrodisiacs, drugging, bareback, stomach bulge, gendered terms

A/N: okay, look … I’ve been deeply in love with the Daythunder Eremites since we got our first glimpse of them right before 3.0 dropped. Did I lose the plot a little bit on this one? Maybe. But I’m actually obsessed with this NPC. I even went around and marked their locations on my map with the little meat pin. ✋😭 I quite literally ran OUT of available pins because of it. Not one single person better question why I picked him for this prompt instead of Enjou (I was extremely tempted tho, trust and believe that xmdkxk)

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It was quickly becoming apparent that you were in a bit over your head with this commission. Between the wailing researchers on the ground, the frightened Sumpter Beast making a lumbering escape for the near distant tree line, the attacking Eremites and the damaged cart that had inexplicably caught fire at some point, the situation was clearly spiraling far out of your control.

Gripping your sword so hard it hurts, you try to take stock of what was happening and regroup. There wasn’t enough time to fully process it though. The small stretch of road — if you could even call it that — had devolved into complete and utter chaos in the blink of an eye, and you have to lurch to avoid the incoming swing of a huge battle ax before you can make any sense of it. But if there was one thing you knew, intrinsically, it was that there were too many of them for you to take on alone. It was too much for a single adventurer no matter how talented or skilled you may have been.

You dance back, not even daring to breathe as you agily avoid the weapon swinging at you with so much force you not only hear the violent displacement of air but you can even feel it too. This was incredibly dangerous. One hit from that ax would shatter bones, possibly even crush organs, and you’d likely be dead before the day was through. You had to get away but — pivoting your body, you steal a split second glance at the helpless researchers. They were cowering at the feet of a girl, no older than yourself, who was holding them at blade point while the other Eremites quickly worked to unload the cargo before it all went up in smoke with the burning cart. You needed to get away but so did they.

Clenching your teeth, you duck to avoid the next swing and dive under that huge, muscular arm to hit the dirt. You feel him shift behind you, alter the momentum and start to bring the heavy ax down right on top of you. Bracing for the destructive impact, you throw yourself forward into a stiff roll seconds before the ground erupts in a spray of dirt and grass that showers you in grime even when you skid to a halt some few feet away. Your heart feels like it’s going to slam right out of your chest as you frantically stumble to your feet on jelly filled legs, almost dropping your sword in your haste.

You couldn’t believe you’d actually managed to avoid that hit …

With a choked, gasping wheeze, you force yourself into a dead sprint, ignoring the thrumming terror that threatens to debilitate you as you dart across the road right towards the Eremite girl. You may not have been able to save their precious research but you could still save them!

“Run!” You scream, making her turn. It was too late though.

Leaning your shoulder into it, you slam into her so hard both of you go flying through the air to hit the ground in a heap. It knocks the air out of you (and her, by the sound of it) but you quickly roll away and struggle to your feet once again. There’s so much adrenaline pumping through your system you hardly even feel yourself moving, numb to everything going on around you, but you’re still distantly aware of the resulting scramble when the two researchers jump up to make a break for it. Good. At least now you could worry about yourself.

But you don’t quite make it that far.

The huge man with the ax is suddenly right on top of you — you hadn’t even seen him coming! Your heartbeat stutters a surprised beat and you just barely get your sword up in time to block his next swing. Unfortunately the force of it knocks your blade from your screaming hands, sending it pinwheeling up and away at such a high arc you could never hope to snag it and he doesn’t stop long enough to let you watch it fall back to the earth.

One second you’re stumbling from the impact. The next he’s snatching a fistful of your hair to yank you towards him, and you collapse at his feet on your knees. Sharp, stabbing splinters of pain shoot through your body but it’s quickly overshadowed by the agony of him using his hold on your hair to pull you upright, damn near taking you right off the ground. Seething, you force your eyes open to glare daggers at him when he bends close and puts his face inches from yours in a clear, obvious display of intimidation.

“That was a stupid thing to do.”

“I’ll kill her!” The Eremite girl shrieks, scrabbling to get up. “I’ll skin her alive and put her head on a spike!”

You go stockstill, lungs constricting painfully when you feel her reach for you. But, to your squawking surprise, the huge man physically drags you away from her and closer to himself like you were little more than a toy they were fighting over.

“Wait, Siri. Not yet.” He warns, the low growl in his voice growing stronger, and you sway in his hold with a suffocating feeling of dread. What a terrible situation to find yourself in. “Let me have this one. You can play with her when I’m done.”

“Do you really think I want your leftovers?” She snaps, both of them completely ignoring the way you wheeze between them. “She shoved me onto the ground, Aziz! She’ll be lucky if that’s all I do! I’m going to pluck out her eyes and - -“

“Enough, you two!” A third Eremite barks over. Still panting raggedly, you carefully turn your head even when it tugs at your hair to find another towering man standing some few feet away with one of the salvaged crates clutched against his chest. Idly, you realize the cart was almost completely engulfed in flames now and rapidly turning to smoldered ash. The guild was going to get such an earful from you if you made it out of this alive.

“But - -“

“I don’t want to hear it!” The other man cuts her off again. “We need to get this stuff out of here. Now! Those two researchers escaped so we need to be long gone before they send in backup. Bring the adventurer if you want, I don’t care. Just get your asses in gear.”

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Siri shoots you a quick look that is no less chilling behind the red cloth hiding her eyes before stiffly pushing into motion. You watch her walk away to join the others, your stomach cramping with nerves, and it only gets worse when Aziz tugs on your hair to bring your attention back up to him again.

“Looks like you got lucky today. In more ways than one, I’d say.” Pausing, he puts his head to one side to send the braid over his temple swinging, and you can’t quite shake the impression of being a helpless rabbit caught under a tiger's paw. He was so massive, and the way he looks at you ... “I admit, your swordsmanship was pretty good. You’ve got good instincts even if you don’t have the strength to back it up. Tell me, little adventurer. Where do you hail from?”

You draw a steadying breath and try not to regurgitate everything that was in your stomach right down to the bile. “Mondstadt. I’m originally from Mond.”

“I see. You’re a far way from home then. I hope no one there is going to miss you too much.”

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They lead you into a camp, blindfolded and with your wrists bound behind your back, but you recognize the distinct sounds of daily life for what they are immediately. You can hear children shrieking and laughing, weaving in and out of your peripheral senses in what could only be play. There were women murmuring nearby, speaking so low you couldn’t make out what they were saying when the grizzled voices of older men seemed to drown them out. You can just make out what you think must be a dog snuffling around your ankles in a quick burst of sound before darting away when they drag you further in and, somewhere, a goat bleats.

There’s sand under your feet now so you knew you were no longer in the lush rainforests of Sumeru but, rather, the desert. You’d never gone this far west before, precisely because of the grip the Eremites had on the area. Having heard plenty of stories about just how cutthroat they could be in the harsh environment they called home, you had wanted to avoid crossing paths with them if at all possible but a lot of good that had done you.

The acrid, dry air seems to rob you of the ability to breathe and you stumble, gasping against the grit and oppressive heat, when Aziz shoves you through what must be a doorway. Abruptly you’re enshrouded in a blanket of cool that is so noticeably different from the temperature outside it actually makes you shiver at the sudden change. He doesn’t give you a chance to truly appreciate it or sigh out in relief though, simply pulling you by the arm even when you nearly trip over your own aching feet.

His hand feels impossibly huge on your neck when he finally palms the back of it and shoves you down to sit on the floor, forcing your legs to splay under you at an awkward angle. Panting, you cautiously shift to settle on your butt even as he reaches up to loosen the knot he’d tied behind your head. It falls away with a quiet slither of fabric, and you blink into the gloom of what you quickly realize is a tent. His tent? You couldn’t be sure, and you weren’t entirely certain you wanted to know.

“You don’t have to do this …” You whisper into the stillness, and he just scoffs.

“You don’t even know what it is I’m going to do yet. Be patient, little adventurer from Mondstadt. You might like it.”

You very much doubted that, but hold your tongue on the slim hope that compliance might see you through this in one piece. Even if your arms hadn’t been secured behind your back it was obvious you still wouldn’t have been much of a match against someone like him. He’d already thoroughly cemented that back in the forest. Because not only was Aziz incredibly tall, he was also filled out and thick with heavy muscle mass. Just one of his biceps looked like it was greater in width than your thigh and you fully believed he could crush you like a grape if he so chose. With no other option available, you grudgingly acquiesce when he turns you around to face him.

He was still wearing his own blindfold, that rich red brocade hiding his eyes, but you recognized the way he looked at you even without being able to see them. You’re not entirely sure how he — or any of the Eremites — got around as well as they did without the use of their sight, and a tremor tears through you when he sedately reaches out to touch the side of your face. Not so much as a split second falter or other sign of hesitation. It was like he knew exactly where you were, like he could see through the material, and a fresh curling tendril of unease snakes through you at the thought of his people having some divinely appointed sixth sense. Was that why their strongest warriors covered their faces?

“You’re filthy.” He suddenly announces, and you know it’s not just the grit of dirt and sand he’s talking about. You were thoroughly drenched in sweat from the trek out here as much as your earlier standoff with him, and it was now quickly cooling to settle a chill over your sore body.

Jaw clenching, you turn your face from him. “Is it really any wonder? You almost took my head off back there.”

Chuckling softly, Aziz drops his hand to rest on his bent knee where he’s knelt in front of you. “Sorry about that. If it counts for anything, Siri almost took it too.”

You send him a slow, wary look. Was that really supposed to make you feel any better?

He just offers up an indifferent shrug of his broad shoulders though, and then moves to straighten up. Watching him walk over to a big clay pot standing sentry a few paces away, you momentarily toy with the notion of running while his back was turned but immediately quash the thought. The grim reality of the situation was not lost on you. Not only did you have no idea where you were and even less of an idea how to get back, you also had no working knowledge of how to survive in the desert. Even if you could get past him and then all the other Eremites outside, escape the camp, what would you do then? No food, no water, not even any supplies or extra clothes to keep you warm when night inevitably fell. You’d be a sitting duck for any hungry predators out on the prowl if hypothermia didn’t catch up to you first. You’d heard how cold it gets after the sun sets out here, and you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to take the chance …

It doesn’t matter either way. Before you can even consider changing your mind Aziz returns with a shallow bowl and a rag which you regard suspiciously when he sets it aside. You could guess where this was going, but it still shocks you a great deal that he then reaches for the front of your clothes like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be doing, and without so much as an ounce of shame to show for it either.

“Wait - -“

“Hush, adventurer. I won’t hurt you so long as you play nice and remember not to bite the hand keeping you alive.”

Swallowing hard, you numbly watch him take the front of your guild uniform in hand and casually pop it open with a sedate tug that sends buttons flying in either direction. They fall near silent across the worn tarp that serves as the floor of the tent, and you draw a slow, shuddering breath. Try not to linger on the way his heavy knuckles brush against your chest while he pulls the shirt open to expose the silk chemise underneath. Distantly, you start to wonder if he’ll untie your hands just to get you undressed, thinking you might have a chance to flee after all — but then he rips at the fabric, giving you a sudden jerk at the force, and your mouth drops open in shock when it simply tears from you in a ragged panel.

Realizing he’s just going to peel it off you in pieces, you purse your lips into a tight line to stop yourself from crying out as he shreds your blouse to tatters and ribbons that fall to the floor around you in a pathetic heap. He does the same with the chemise and then your long skirt, pausing only long enough to yank away your boots, hose and, finally, your bloomers. You don’t give up the last without a fight but he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge all your squirming and twisting while he easily manhandles you to relieve you of your final dignity some moments later.

Seething, you primly squeeze your legs together to hide your most intimate spot from him but it barely gives Aziz pause. One of those massive hands reaches out to clamp around your ankle and he none too gently drags you across the floor to leave you laid out on your back. Ignoring your incensed hissing, he shifts and settles into a cross legged position in front of you before reaching calmly for the bowl.

“You remind me of a cat, you know that?” He murmurs, dipping the rag into the water to soak it through as you struggle back up into a sitting position.

“One of the Rishboland Tigers, I hope.”

He outright laughs. “No. You are like a very small, very feisty kitten that hasn’t yet learned her place in this world.”

You stiffen at that, narrowing your eyes at him, but he pays it little mind. Squeezing out the rag of excess water, he stretches his hand out towards your face again and you stubbornly try to crane your neck to escape it. Aziz just follows you though, and you give a startled little squawk when he finally presses the cool cloth into your cheek.

“That’s cold!”

Softly shushing you, he drags the rag over your skin to wipe away all the sweat, dirt and grime coating your face. Much to your grudging dismay you quickly find that it actually felt rather nice and he was not near as violent or brutish about it as his appearance would have suggested he’d be. It’s almost gentle, in fact, and you slowly find yourself relaxing into it with a stilted sigh. You would be glad to be clean again, even if you had to endure the humiliation of being washed like a child to achieve it.

Cautiously roving your eyes up when he starts to work his way down your neck, you take a moment to really study him. You couldn’t say for sure if he was looking back at you or if the brunt of his attention was focused on the task at hand, but you try not to let that uncertainty dissuade you. After all, if he was bold enough to undress you like this then surely he could handle a bit of staring. And you think, with no shortage of surprise, that he was probably handsome under that mask. His jaw was smooth and well defined, housing a pair of full, kissable lips that purse slightly when he scrubs at a splotch of dirt on your throat. You still didn’t like him very much after he’d almost smashed you to bits with his giant ax and then kidnapped you, spirited away into the inhospitable desert, but you couldn’t exactly deny what was in front of you.

Maybe if you’d met under (vastly) different circumstances …

“Do you like what you see?”

You sniff and look away to take in the rest of the tent. “Hardly.”

Aziz chuckles again while he rinses out the rag in the dish before bringing it back to your skin once again. “Such a grumpy little adventurer … what are you doing so far away from home? I’ve heard Mondstadt is very different from Sumeru.”

“It is,” You relent, hating yourself for leaning into his touch when he caresses over a throbbing spot on your shoulder. You must have banged it on the ground rolling around earlier, or maybe it was from plowing into Siri. “We don’t have any deserts or great big forests. Well … none like what Sumeru has, anyway. No tigers to worry about, either. All we’ve got are wolves, but they don’t usually attack humans.”

He hums a quiet sound of acknowledgement, taking a moment to massage into the aching muscle under his heavy fingers when he sees the pinch in your expression. “You miss it.”

It’s a statement, not a question, and you sigh. “Considering where I’m at right now, yeah. It’s kind of hard not to.”

“Grumpy.”

You try not to scowl at that, knowing it wouldn’t get you anywhere even if you kicked up a fit and fought him tooth and nail. At least he was being nice about it. That was one good thing in all this, you think — only to suck in a quick breath as he drags his hand lower to wipe your chest clean. You know it’s coming but it still pulls a quiet whimper out of you when the rag passes over your breast, catching at the nipple to send a static jolt through your body. Shirking, you try to twist away from him but it’s useless with your hands tied behind your back and he just follows you. The way he kneads and squeezes at the swell of flesh under the guise of cleaning you up doesn’t escape your notice, and neither does your reaction to it. But it horrifies you more than anything else and, steadying yourself, you try to rein it in. If ever there was a worse time for your baser urges to start taking over, this would have been it.

But rather than lingering, Aziz soon switches to the other side which he gives the same level of patient attention to. A handful of groping squeezes, a brief pinch to the nipple and then he’s moving on again. Your breathing starts to pick up as he works his way lower, swiping the rag under your breasts to lift and nudge them against his thick knuckles. His skin is rough and calloused on yours wherever it touches, and you hate the way it makes you feel. Hot and flushed, and just ever so slightly sensitized in his wake. A shudder tears down your spine when he starts running the wet cloth over your stomach.

“W - wait —“

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t even so much as pause, and you try very hard not to yelp when he rather boldly swipes his hand from your bellybutton straight into the soft cradle of your thighs. Eyes widening in mute horror, you rock back and try to squeeze your legs shut to no avail. He just leans forward, invading your space again as his unoccupied hand comes up to wrap around the nape of your neck. You can’t quite believe it when he yanks you backwards and eases you onto the floor with perfect control that stops you from slamming your head back. It would have been quite impressive if only your heart didn’t feel like it was going to slam right through your ribcage and, mewling a desperate, frazzled noise, you make a last ditch effort to twist away. But he just holds you in place, keeping you pinned by the neck, while he bullies your thighs apart with the other hand.

A faltering, highly embarrassing sound bursts out of you when the damp rag presses firm against your cunt at last. He pauses there a moment to squeeze at you through the cloth, almost idly grinding his palm down and making you twitch, before finally dragging it further down to run along the slit in your body. Left wheezing in the aftermath, you just lay there and try to wrap your head around this confusing turn of events. You couldn’t make sense of it. Although you’d expected it on some level, wasn’t this still a little … strange?

The way he cleans you is almost so formal it seems to border on ritualistic. Like he was performing some kind of ceremony or rite. The horrifying thought that perhaps he was preparing you for sacrifice crosses your mind and you can’t quite stop from cowering when he pushes up to kneel on his knees beside you. But, to your squawking surprise, all he does is grab hold of your ankle again and uses it to pull you over onto your stomach like you were little more than an uncooperative toddler.

“H - hey! I’m not a child you know!”

“A great relief, I assure you.”

Flushing red hot, you force yourself to grow still and just lay there while he wipes across your back and arms, your sides, running down to your ass and then lower still to get the backs of your legs. It was an altogether humiliating experience and not one you’d like to repeat any time soon, but you couldn’t deny you felt nice and fresh by the time he finally finishes up a small eternity later. Squeaky clean, even. It’s a great improvement from your earlier state, at least, and you don’t protest when he hooks a hand under your arm to help you sit back up.

Deeply ruffled, you try to reorient yourself while he moves to dispose of the used water somewhere at the back of the tent. You once again consider making a run for it but … oh, it would be another matter entirely if they hadn’t blindfolded you! That was the only thing stopping you from trying. The very real possibility you’d pick the wrong direction and just end up wandering deeper into the desert without even realizing your mistake until it was much too late keeps you firmly rooted to the spot and certainly not because of the dull thrum in your cunt. Nope. Definitely not.

Aziz comes close again, snapping you out of your stunned trance, and you glance up as he kneels in front of you to warily eye the petite bone carved container in his hand. It was shaped like a flower, and something about it makes every hair on your body slowly stand on end.

“What is that?”

“A gift, for the little adventurer from Mondstadt.” He says, giving you (what you think has to be) a sly smile. “Are you afraid of oils and creams as much as you are of me?”

Your brow draws in uncertainty but you don’t get a chance to pick apart what he’s saying to find the meaning in it. Taking up the wiry bristled brush in his other hand, he unscrews the lid from the trinket and dabs the tip into whatever was inside. For a split second you think he’s going to put makeup on you for some inexplicable reason but then — the now smoothed brush looks wet when he reaches it out towards you, and you reel back with a gasp. He remains undaunted though, and you screw your eyes shut with a soft whimper.

Startled confusion marches through your mind when he just presses the brush into the side of your neck though, and your mouth immediately pops open at how sticky and cool it is. Before you can yelp about the sensation, he drags a harsh line down across the column of your throat, making you shudder so hard you think you’re going to collapse. But then the sweet, cloying scent of myrrh and lavender mixed together floods your nostrils and you snap your head back up in disbelief. Perfume?

“You look surprised,” He murmurs, reaching for the other side of your neck to draw another stilted line over your pulse. “Do you know what this is?”

You shift, more than just a little uncertain and ill at ease now. “I … I don’t think I understand.”

With a quiet hum, he dips the brush into the mysterious substance again. “You will. Give it time, and you’ll soon come to understand everything.”

You haven’t the slightest idea what to make of that ambiguous statement.

Struggling to maintain your calm, you watch his hand stretch out for you again but this time it arims towards your chest. You think he’s going to swipe that goopy liquid over the swell of your breasts but, much to your jolting surprise, he drags it straight down over your pert nipple instead. Stomach roiling at the sensation, you make another blithe attempt to lean away from it but just like every other time he follows you easily enough and flicks that bristled tip over the stiffened bud again. Your breath hitches when it almost immediately starts to grow warm and tingly, shooting a disbelieving look down at yourself even as he reaches to do the same to the other.

“W - what is that — ahhn!”

“Relax. You’ll feel good in a moment.”

Somehow you didn’t believe that at all, and you start to tremble uncontrollably there on the floor. But it soon occurs to you that it’s not just nerves making you shake like a leaf. Your tits grow sensitive and flushed against the wafting air, curling to fine, tight points on your chest as the liquid quickly cools. It makes your blood pound harder, your breath come faster, and you can’t help but squirm at the almost painful knot that curls low in your gut.

Dizzy now, you issue a quiet whimper into the still tent when you sway in a deeply intoxicated manner. “Dear, Archons - -“

You cut off with a startled yelp when he pushes you down again but you no longer have the presence of mind to fight it. Laying there twitching, you tip your chin to dazedly watch that massive hand curl around the meat of your inner thigh and pull your legs apart. Suddenly your nudity seems so stark and arousing it makes you gasp, eyes widening when you realize you’re getting wet. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. Your cunt was flooding and you wail an incomprehensible protest when he leans over you to bring the brush towards your defenseless slit.

“Little adventurer,” Aziz croons, keeping your legs spread under his palm as he teases the tip of the brush over your lips. “You should have stayed in Mondstadt where they don’t have such big men and potent aphrodisiacs to turn your body against you.”

Sucking in a harsh, rasping breath, you weakly fling your opposite leg up as if to shove at him but you miss by a wide mile and it just smacks back down to the floor, completely useless. It was like you’d been robbed of your motor skills and mental faculties in equal measure. It was hard just to think straight.

“W — why?”

Chuckling, he drags his hand down off your thigh to press into the meat of your labia and spread them, fully exposing your clit to the air. “I had fun playing with you earlier even if your little sword was no match for my ax. You still put up a good fight so of course I’d want to keep playing.” The soft haired brush slowly presses into the pulsing cluster of nerves and you go ramrod stiff, mouth falling open as if to scream but nothing comes out. All you can do is lay there, violently twitching, while he sedately drags it up and down, and side to side to draw even more sticky slick out of your body. “Unfortunately you are a very small adventurer and I am much too big for you to take easily. This will help you adjust to my size and even make it less painful too. You should be happy I’m showing you such kindness.”

Your head positively swims at the explanation, neck lolling bonelessly on the floor of the tent while you desperately try to sort through it all and cling to your cognizance at the same time. It’s no use though. The effects of the drug sweep you up much too quickly and pull you under. You feel like you're drowning in it, your pussy thrumming and squeezing around nothing even when he finally pulls away from your throbbing clit some time later.

There’s nothing at all you can do, not even protest, when he finds his feet and then leans down to haul you up against him. Clutched to his chest, you hang there in a lifeless, moaning heap while he walks to the opposite side of the tent where he deposits you onto a waiting bed of pillows that gently cradle your body when he sets you down. Paying no mind to your needy, gasping moans, Aziz leaves you there and retreats back to the clay pot you’d seen him fetch water from earlier to clean you with. On a distant, hazy level, you realize he’s going to wash himself next and you know you should probably be thankful for that. Know you should try to take this moment to escape even if it meant running buck naked out into the desert beyond his tent.

But you just can’t bring yourself to do anything except writhe and twist on top of the mountain of pillows, blithely trying to squeeze your thighs together and rub out the ache between them without the use of your hands. It’s no good at all. Just utterly hopeless when your body was pulsing so hot and so fiercely your limbs didn’t want to cooperate.

Idly, you think to try straddling one of the pillows so you can grind your cunt against it.

Weakly, you roll over and attempt to wriggle yourself on top of one — any of them, it didn’t matter, any would do when your need was so great — but you can’t quite seem to manage. All it does is drag your stiff nipples over the fabric and the stitching, and you issue a low, faltering groan when you realize it’s just making it worse. It was hard to breathe. You felt like you were going insane with the need to be stuffed and filled, and stretched and pounded into unconsciousness.

You’re so caught up in your suffering you almost don’t notice when Aziz finally returns to your side. You feel the pillows shift under you with the addition of his weight and you try to blink away the stupor at the same time that you abruptly realize you’re drooling. Grunting in surprise at suddenly finding that you were in such a state, you lift your head with an owlish blink.

The effects of the aphrodisiac were starting to lessen, receding at least enough to clear your head by a small margin …

Before you can celebrate, you feel his hands descend upon your bound wrists and the sensation of those calloused fingers on your skin punches an abrupt groan out of you. Okay, maybe the effects weren’t fading so much as your body was simply adjusting to the sudden, potent influx of endorphins but at least you could formulate a semi coherent thought now.

You cling to that small silver lining with every fiber of your shuddering being as he gets the rope untied, freeing your arms at long last, and then rolls you over. The room spins for a brief moment but when your eyes focus and you manage to look down they nearly pop right out of your skull. Not only was he completely nude, so massive and thick with muscle it startles a tiny squeak out of you, but he was also rock hard. And much, much bigger than you could have even imagined.

Somehow the fear of having that huge cock forced into your body seems to chase away a bit more of the muddled daze hanging over your head, and you bring your hands up in an awkward, uncoordinated rush to push at him. But when you jerk your attention up at his face, you stop dead in your tracks.

His mask was gone.

Aziz’s eyes were sharp and narrowly shaped to compliment the lean structure of his face, and his eyes … you suddenly forget how to breathe. You’d never seen irises so startlingly amethyst they looked like sparkling jewels.

He watches your reaction carefully, the intensity of that bejeweled gaze boring into you even as he crawls over top of you to settle between your legs. The demanding nudge of his rigid cock startles you back to reality, and you suck in such a frantic gasp of air it claws on the way down.

“No, wait - -“

His hand grabs under your chin and forces your head back so he can seal his mouth over yours and cut you off. You go ramrod stiff underneath him, eyes wide and wild even as you lift shuddering hands to weakly press into his chest. Archons, he was huge. The muscle bulges under your palms and tenses, flexing when he shifts against you to line himself up, and the full weight of what’s happening slams into you all at once.

Visciously, you tear your mouth from his with a warbling, intoxicated shriek. “Please, I can’t take it! It won’t fit!”

He issues a deep, rumbling chuckle and runs those thick, rough worn fingers across your flushed cheek to make you tremble anew. “You can. Do not fear it, little adventurer. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, didn’t I?” Pausing, he teases your entrance with the blunt head, making you wheeze at the feel of him so heavy and thick against delicate lips. You reel underneath him and try not to hyperventilate, but he just keeps you pinned and mostly immobile under his sturdy frame. Finally, at length, he says, “Shall I show you how far into you I’m going to reach and give you something to truly be afraid of?”

“Wha - -“

Jostling you when he pulls back, Aziz pushes up to put some space between your pelvis and his, and you almost sigh in relief when his cock retreats from your entrance. But then something fleshy and thick slaps down on your lower belly, effectively robbing you of the ability to breathe, and you slowly glance down at yourself in fast mounting horror. His cock stretches across your stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake when he nudges his hips closer to line the base up with your cunt and settle into place.

It feels like the earth itself is opening up under you to swallow you whole. He’s almost long enough to touch your bellybutton, and that was to say absolutely nothing of his girth. His size makes you look small and incredibly petite in comparison, so much slighter than him in every way that you feel more certain than ever that it’s not going to fit. There was no way it would.

“Right here,” He intones, squeezing at the soft pouch around your middle and digging his thumb in for emphasis. “This is how much of you I am going to take for myself. Are you ready for me?”

A half strangled sob bursts out of your mouth. “No, no, no, no —“

Ignoring your mouse squeak protests, Aziz repositions himself at your entrance and slowly leans into you, sinking into the tight heat of your body one staggered inch of him at a time. You go still as a statue at the oppressive, suffocating sensation, your hands blindly flying up to brace against his broad barrel chest, but you can’t even find the wherewithal to cry out. All you can focus on is the gradual stretch of your body, the way he forces your cunt to spread and make room for him under that stilted pressure and … much to your gaping shock it doesn’t hurt half as bad as you’d expected it to. There was still a pinch of discomfort, your body unaccustomed to taking something so large, but the aphrodisiac seems to have served its purpose.

Not only were you soaked and pliant with arousal, but your guts were so soft now that he only needed to exert a small amount of pressure to ease further into you. There is no straining resistance, no tearing, no painful force necessary to claim your much smaller body for his own. It was staggering to realize how little struggle your cunt actually offers up and you stare at the spot between you two with nothing short of dumbfounded fascination.

Bit by bit, his length disappears inside you — a quarter, a half, two thirds and then … he’s seated in you straight down to the hilt, Aziz loosing a deep, hissing groan when his pelvis finally presses flush to yours. Whimpering, you spasm on his cock, disoriented and a little too shell shocked to do much of anything else. You’d never felt so full before. So stretched right to the limit and the total lack of pain sends your reeling mind spinning in an endless loop, just trying to grasp what was even happening. You never would have thought it was possible if you hadn’t seen it with your own two eyes.

“Watch, little adventurer,” He murmurs, drawing a piece of you out of your stupor when he bends close to put his forehead against yours, that loose braid swaying forward to tickle your temple. “Watch how I take you and how your body welcomes me in. You are mine now, and this is the proof.”

Meaningfully, he drags his amethyst gaze lower and, quaking wildly underneath him, you do the same, following his line of sight to look at where you’re connected. The muscles in his stomach flex, abdominals visibly tensing as he ever so slowly draws his hips back to drag against your inner sleeve. You very nearly go cross eyed at the sensation, so deep and unexpectedly pleasurable it almost sends you shuddering right over the edge, but you force yourself to keep watching. To watch how he pauses at the halfway point, his muscular waist swiveling forward to push back in, in, in, further and further until — the spot just below your bellybutton bulges up at the same time his pelvis meets yours again, and your mouth drops open in disbelief.

He really was reaching that far into you.

And you really had taken all of him.

Wildly clawing at him for something to cling to, you let out a series of frantic, bleating sounds when he slowly starts to angle back again, watching that bulge in your tummy recede and disappear with the retreat of his cock only to come pushing right back in a moment later. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the spot on your lower belly where he keeps pushing up under the skin at an increasingly quicker pace, repeatedly punching the same spot into a soft, rounded bulge. A low ache starts to build deep in your body and somewhere in the back of your cotton stuffed mind you find the wherewithal to realize how sore you were going to be after this. The aphrodisiac would wear off eventually and you would be left in the aftermath to deal with the aching stretch, the throbbing reminder of how he’d felt moving inside of you and the lingering effects of getting pounded by something so big it felt like it was actively rearranging your guts.

This was in no way what you’d signed up for when you took on this commission, nor is it why you left Mondstadt.

It’s at that moment, when he’s working his hips hard and fast enough that a steady plap, plap, plap seems to dominate the space inside the tent that you realize you really did miss it. You missed Mondstadt and you wanted to go home. Soon. Immediately after he let you go.

He would let you go … wouldn’t he?

⭐

Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #daythunder eremite #daythunder x reader #self insert bullshit

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starlazergazer · 1 year

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No Where Else to Go

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Summary: You and Anakin never got along super well, most interactions ending up in some sort of fight about the smallest things. Though when your first solo mission goes wrong you take it hard, thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory you end up on the doorstep of the only man you could think to go to looking for someone to lean on: Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: Hella angst and some swearing

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: Just wrote it on a whim cause I thought it could be cute let me know what you think and feel free to send me any requests you guys have!

You shut down the screen before you, head falling forward into your hands as you rubbed at your aching eyes. You were exhausted, your body was exhausted, your mind was exhausted, your eyes were exhausted, you were more than ready to leave the library and go crash in your room. Despite everything, however, a note of pride still rang through you at having finished.

You did it this time, you genuinely put in the work like your master was always nagging you about, you spent more hours in the library researching the planet your next mission was on than you had ever before, reading every article, text, map, etc. available to you until your eyes were ready to roll out of their sockets.

And maybe your master had a point because more than anything you felt prepared, like you could do this, your first solo mission and already you felt set for success.

As you stood your hand went out to the table where you had placed your lightsaber, not liking the way it dragged down your belt while you sat, but found nothing but empty table.

You scrunched your brows in confusion, ducking down to check the floor because you were sure that was where you had put it, that was where you always put it, right within reach.

The panic was starting to set in as the floor seemed empty too, your master was going to kill you if you showed up without a lightsaber again. Dropping to your knees quickly, your hands reached out blindly, desperately hoping they somehow hit the saber your eyes couldn’t see.

Anakin watched you crawl on the floor beneath your table with a small smirk, hiding behind a nearby shelf. His eyes cutting to the top shelf where your saber was precariously balanced just out of your reach.

He told himself that it was for your own good, that you needed to learn to keep better track of your saber, to take better note of your surroundings.

You’d been in the library since this morning, Anakin had taken the saber an hour after you arrived, and it was now well into the night and you were just now noticing it was gone.

And though a part of him said he should just give it back, another part relished at the idea of little miss perfect showing up to the next council meeting without her lightsaber.

You’d no doubt get a slap on the wrist, the masters may trip over each other as they tried to drown you with replacements.

If he’d shown up without it? Well that’d be a completely different story. Just further proof the Skywalker boy wasn’t to be trusted.

He ducked further behind the shelf as you came up to your feet, eyes desperately scanning the library, and though he registered the look of sheer panic on your face at missing it a large part of him didn’t care. You sailed through Jedi training like it was nothing, you could handle the minor inconvenience of losing your lightsaber for a bit.

With a small huff he turned and made his way towards the library door, only at the last second reaching out with the force just enough to tip your saber off the shelf, sending it clattering to the floor.

Maybe it wasn’t such a large part of him afterall.

You looked proudly on at the holodisplay before you, an up to date projection of the facilities layout displayed on it. Cobbled together from three different sources found in the library with a single line running through it to display your path.

You let the projection do the talking for you at first, letting the jedi around it survey the area for a bit before laying out your plan, a plan days in the making, a plan so foolproof your first solo mission had no choice but to go off without a hitch. At least until Anakin Skywalker got his hands on it.

“So you can see here there’s a series of old tunnels running beneath the building” you’d barely begun before Anakin started talking, not even acknowledging that you had been speaking as he cut you off.

“What’s this over here?”

You fought down your anger as you followed his gesture, you were not going to blow up in front of the jedi council not even if Anakin deserved it “Guarded door into the facility overlooking a 100 foot cliff” you answered quickly, refusing to give into his musings more than you had to.

“But as you can see over here” you were already trying to pivot, hand extended to point towards your point of entry before Anakin was speaking again.

“Why don’t you enter here it’s a straight path to the cells where he would be held” He asked the question as if this were the obvious solution, as if you hadn’t spent hours pouring over the building’s layout and he mere minutes.

“Because that would involve free climbing a 100 foot cliff right beneath guard’s noses” you answered simply, trying to keep as much venom from your voice as possible.

“If you don’t think you can handle it my men and I-“

This time you weren’t afraid to cut him off, to snap back. How dare he come and try and take over your mission in front of the council like this. How dare he imply you were incapable of free climbing when it was easily the dumbest way to sneak in. How dare he try and steam roll his way over your days of preparations with a plan he devised in two minutes flat

“Why risk a free climb like that when the tunnel system runs right to the cells as well. Do you just enjoy putting your men at risk padawan Skywalker” you put as much emphasis on the “padawan” as possible, enjoying the glare he sent your way from across the projection.

“This door is a straight shot you could be in and out in a matter of minutes” he shot back, leaning forward with both hands resting on the edges of the display “not having to deal with the mess that is tunnel system navigation”

If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was enjoying this. You mirrored his position, “Why risk the lives of more men when you could take a few extra minutes to take a more stealthy approach” you shot back with a raised brow.

You barely registered the hand at your back, having almost forgotten about the rest of the people in the room as you fought with Anakin. Your body, however, acted on instinct, posture snapping back to an upright position, your hands coming to clasp behind your back just as you had been taught, your eyes snaking briefly up to your master’s as he gave you an approving nod at your correction.

You were going to pay for that outburst later.

“This is padawan L/N’s mission” Master Windu’s voice broke your gaze from your master, your eyes snapping to him as you hid your victorious grin behind a mask “If she wants to take a more strategic stealth approach than so be it”

You just couldn’t help yourself, your eyes snapped back to Anakin’s to see him already looking at you, eyes roaming up and down as if to measure you up and you felt a certain victory in that. That’s right Skywalker you just lost.

“Of the plan we approve” Master Yoda spoke up drawing your attention back to the masters “Leave tomorrow you shall”

As trained to do you bowed at his words, making sure to make eye contact as you came back up, keeping a serious expression “thank you masters”

You followed the sound of fluttering robes out the council chambers, ignoring the feeling of Anakin’s gaze on you as you left, fixing your own on the back of your master’s head as you followed him out of the door

The ship was quiet, much too quiet.

The ride there had been joyous, rowdy, excited, bouts of congratulations and good lucks as you were about to lead them on your first solo mission, but now?

You looked around the ship, troopers silently sitting with heads in hands, staring off into the distance, looking down at seats unoccupied, seats that shouldn’t be unoccupied.

The ship landed without a hitch and the troopers wordlessly filled out, most avoiding eye contact as they passed, you never leaving your seat.

“Hey” the sound of your clone commander’s voice caught you off guard, making you jump slightly as your head snapped up to meet Alex’s gaze from above you “it’s not your fault kid”

Your gaze dropped immediately, as you refused to even acknowledge the words, refused to let them enter your mind, refused to accept the lie.

“Look” you heard Alex sigh and despite everything a part of you wanted to scream, wanted to order him to just leave, wanted to be left alone “get some sleep, we’ll talk about it in the morning”

But Alex had had a hard night too, they were his friends you had lost, the last thing he needed was you yelling at him “yeah alright”

But still you didn’t move, didn’t look up till you felt his hand clasp on your shoulder, giving you a nod towards the exit, showing you he wasn’t leaving without you.

And again you wanted to argue but it was late, you were tired, maybe he was right.

Slowly you pushed yourself to your feet and walked off the ship, breaking towards your room quickly without a word, ready to put as much distance between you and any reminder of tonight as possible.

But as soon as you got to your door you paused, finding yourself unable to go in, unable to just give up and forget. Men had died tonight under your command, didn’t they deserve better than to just be forgotten like that?

You turned slowly and started aimlessly off down the hall, no destination in mind though your brain was too occupied to have directed you towards one anyway.

Every mistake you had made played over in your mind, every negative comment handed down from your master echoed in it, you were smarter than this, you should’ve been smarter than this.

You didn’t even know their names.

That’s what really hit you. You’d been working to remember them all but there were so many and you had been too caught up in your plan they never stuck. Men had followed you into the unknown, obeyed your every command and died in its service, and you couldn’t even think of their names.

It was like every negative thought you had ever thought about yourself was coming true in one night, you weren’t a good jedi, you couldn’t be trusted on your own, you really can’t think for yourself.

And before you knew it there was a painful lump in the middle of your throat, inching its way up. There was a slight water to your eyes, your nose threatened to drip.

All at once the world seemed to be crashing down around you and there was nothing you could do to try and balance it.

You could feel your breathing change as you tried to swallow the lump, tried to push down your emotions.

Your first instinct was to meditate, that seemed to be the jedi catch all answer to emotions, but hours spent alone with your thoughts right now did not sound like a good idea.

A part of you recognized that what you needed to do was talk to someone, get every thought off your chest and out into the open, someone to tell you how to fix it.

Your master was out of the question immediately, knowing he would be nothing more than another voice confirming every worst thought you had about yourself, confirming your every mistake, making sure to punish you for each.

But if not your master than who? You didn’t have anyone else having spent your entire time as a jedi training to be the best you could possibly be. And look where that got you, a screw up jedi with no friends.

You could feel the thoughts start to spiral again and it made you want to scream at how helpless you felt, a slave to your own emotions.

And then you were at his door before you could even justify your own thought process to yourself, a hand raised to knock before you could stop it, ready to take back the knock the second after you did it.

No noise came from the other side of the door and a part of you thought about just walking away, pretending you had never knocked in the first place, let Anakin think he had been pranked.

Then the door slid open.

Before you stood a shirtless Anakin Skywalker, hair tossed in a million different directions, eyes squinted as they fought against the dim light in the hallway. “Y/N?”

His voice was thick and sluggish, eyebrows drawn together in confusion as he looked down at you, using the heel of his palm to rub at his eyes, to rid them of sleep or to check that it was really you standing before him you weren’t sure which.

“I-uh” you stuttered at first, instantly feeling the regret at having woke him “I’m sorry I didn’t-I” you couldn’t get the full sentence out, your mind still swirling, your eyes glued to his face refusing to look any further to his exposed torso.

“Y/N what’s going on?”

And maybe it was because it was the first time he had spoke to you without a hint of malice but you froze at the question. Every thought immediately leaving your brain as you looked up at him. The lump in your throat practically at the back of your mouth as you fought to keep any tears at bay. “I didn’t know where else to go”

And you know you looked pathetic, coming to his door in the middle of the night, eyes full of tears that had yet to spill, admitting to him you had no one to go to in a voice smaller and more fragile than you had ever heard it before, and a part of you mentally prepared for mocking.

Instead his expression practically melted off his face, eyebrows now scrunched together in concern as his eyes darted up and down the hallway as if to see what had brought you to him.

And yet still he placed a soft hand on your shoulder and stepped aside, offering no more than a soft “come in”

You should have known what to expect from Anakin’s room, that it would be identical to yours, afterall its hard to have any clutter when the only possessions you were allowed was the clothes on your back and a lightsaber. Still to see the mirror image of your own room caught you off guard.

“Give me one second” he said softly as he slipped around you into another room.

And though a part of you felt awkward being alone in the room for the first time a bigger part of you was tired. Tired of standing, tired of thinking, tired of everything. So you slowly made your way to the nearest wall and slid down it, your head going to your knees as you leaned back against it.

Anakin to his credit said nothing about where you chose to sit when he returned, fully clothed this time, with a glass of water in hand.

Wordlessly he held it out to you, giving you a small nod as you thanked him before sitting down against the wall next to you, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment, probably curious to see if you wanted to be the first to break it.

“You had a mission tonight right?” he asked almost hesitantly “your first solo”

You sighed deeply, pulling your knees tighter into your chest as you leaned your head back against the wall, knowing you came here to have this conversation but still somewhat hoping to avoid it “yeah”

“I’m guessing it went well then”

And despite everything you heard yourself chuckle at that. “you could say that”

And again silence fell, Anakin not wanting to push the subject too far, you not wanting to be the first to broach it.

“Your plan was good though” He spoke up again surprising you “go in through the tunnels, I liked that”

“No you didn’t?” A laugh bubbled in your chest as you countered with a raised brow “you fought hard for the free climb in meeting with the council”

“I just wanted to know that you had considered other options” he shrugged nonchalantly as if it were obvious, peeking through the corner of his eyes to catch your confused expression “You tend to get fixated on a solution you know? Even if it is a good plan you get so fixated on making it perfect sometimes you never consider anything else which can be limiting”

At some point in his rambles you had turned your head more fully to look at him, eyebrows drawn in confusion as he started to speak faster and faster, words all but spilling out of him almost awkwardly, the most un-Anakin like thing you had ever seen him do.

“How do you-“

He cut off your question with a shrug, for the first time turning his head to meet your gaze, speaking lowly and softly “I pay attention”

You felt yourself grow almost embarrassed under his gaze, watching as his eyes skimmed briefly over your features, a weird level of intimacy you had never received from him before.

“Well for the record it worked” you tried to break the tension, breaking eye contact to look back out at the room “that door ended up being our exit strategy when things went bad”

“See, should listen to me more often” he joked with a smug smile, turning his gaze to match yours, feeling his shoulder softly brush against yours as he resituated.

A chuckle more resembling a few quick breaths escaped you as the corners of your mouth tipped up as you felt yourself relax a little further, leaning further back against the wall. “If it was all to help me then why were you like that in the meeting?” you asked him, voice growing quiet once again, looking at him through the side of your eyes.

At this Anakin let out a sigh, a hand coming up to run anxiously through his hair. “I do that a lot don’t I?”

“I just don’t get it” you shook your head in response “did I do something?”

“No” Anakin was quick to assure you in an almost sad voice “No you didn’t do anything, least not intentionally”

You let the silence after his answer hang in the air, waiting for him to continue, giving him a second to collect his thoughts.

“You know the jedi council didn’t want to train me when I first came to the temple?” Everyone of course knew this but it was a rhetorical question anyways, he wasn’t expecting an answer “Qui-gon had to argue with them, promise to take me in himself before they allowed it.” He paused for a second, you could hear a shaky breath being drawn before he continued “since then it’s felt like I have this intense amount of pressure on me to live up to being the chosen one, to bring balance to the force, and yet the jedi council, the very people I’m supposed to look up to, never seemed to trust that I could do it, no matter what I did. Then I met you” a humorless chuckle escaped him at those last words with a small shake of his head “and it was like you were everything I wanted to be effortlessly”

Your eyebrows were drawn together again at his words, unable to fathom how anyone could think anything you did was effortless, anything you did was good.

“You had the praise of every teacher, the jedi council practically eating out of your hand so excited to see where you would go” he trailed off, eyes scanning the room rapidly as if physically looking for his next words “I was jealous”

And at his words you couldn’t help but let your own humorless chuckle escape, Anakin’s head snapping in your direction at the sound, eyes slightly narrowed trying to see if you were making fun of him or not.

“You know what realization I came to tonight” you asked him, refusing to make eye contact as you spoke almost bitterly “I realized that you are my closest friend. Ever since I met you we have done nothing but fight with one another when forced to interact and yet when I needed someone to be there for me tonight you were the only name I could think of”

Anakin didn’t comment, leaning softly into your side instead as if to say that despite everything he was there for you, you gave him a playful small bump with your own arm in response before continuing.

“I’ve spent every second of my life here doing everything I could to be a good jedi. Training, studying, meditating, I’ve completely isolated myself and for what? A half dead clone army under my command?” You shook your head with a sigh, your head lightly bumping against the wall as you leaned back against it “In my head I was always jealous of you. You were the chosen one, you had the councils undivided attention, and everyone knew you were going to go on to do big things regardless of how hard you tried. It felt like I was playing catchup to what you came by naturally”

“Believe me it’s not their attention you want when they’re all convinced you’re going to turn to the dark side at any minute” he responded sadly making you shake your head slowly.

“It’s not just that” you sighed with a small chuckle “You’re respected almost universally ya know? It’s not just that the whole room pauses when you walk in its that the meeting doesn’t even start until you do. You pitch an idea and the whole room quiets to listen. You say you’re just going to wing it instead of coming up with a plan and there isn’t a single objection. Whether or not anyone thinks you could turn to the dark side one day I can tell you right now you’ve earned the Jedi order’s respect”

He was silent for a moment, turning your words over in his head, before speaking “Looks like someone else pays attention” and you could hear the smile in his voice.

Your own grew on your face as you felt your cheeks heat slightly, rolling your eyes dramatically though you knew he wasn’t looking to see it “I can at least say this, despite your best efforts you have my respect”

“You know” you could hear the smile in his voice again, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest as he spoke “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me”

Without even thinking you swung your arm around to hit him in the bicep, no where near hard enough to hurt though he still jumped back with a laugh “shut up and take the compliment Skywalker.”

He rubbed his arm dramatically as his laughter started to die down, the dark room once again falling into silence though this one was significantly more comfortable than before.

“Whole point of what I’m trying to say though is that I think you’re an amazing Jedi” he continued softly, leaning back again with the side of his arm completely flush with your own “and eventhough I don’t know what happened with your mission tonight I know it wasn’t your fault”

You felt the lump grow in your throat again at the reminder, a soft shake of your head all you could do to try and keep it under control “but how could you know that?”

“I saw your plan” he shrugged casually “it was rock solid, but mostly because I know you. I know you spent 10 hours yesterday in the library researching. I know that even if you can get fixated on your own plan you’re good at thinking on your feet when things go wrong. And I know if anyone’s life around you is in danger you’re fighting like hell to protect him”

And despite everything that you had running through your head tonight you found yourself nodding along. Because even though a part of you was still sure there was more you could’ve done realistically you knew you had done all you could under the circumstances. That sometimes things happen that are out of your control, but you still managed to keep most of them alive, that had to count for something. “Thanks Anakin. I think I really needed to hear that”

“I meant every word” he assured you with a soft smile and a small affectionate nudge “And for the record f I were ever captured and held hostage I would say I want you to come rescue me but I’m worried Obi-wan would get jealous”

And at that you laughed loudly, letting your head fall back naturally, feeling lighter than you had all night “Nah I understand, we got to make sure he still feels important in his old age”

He chuckled back with a nod “exactly you get it”

Slowly you released your knees from your chest, letting them lengthen out in front of you no longer feeling the need to ball up and make yourself small, giving Anakin’s room one final look before swearing softly under your breath “shit it’s super late isn’t it I’m sorry for keeping you up”

Anakin quickly shook his head and waved you off with a small smile “no don’t worry about it, I’m glad we could talk. Do you want to stay here? You could have the bed and I could sleep out here”

You smiled but returned with a similar shake of your head, pushing yourself off the ground up to your feet “no that’s okay I’ll go back to my own room”

Anakin stood up and followed you to the door, pausing within the doorway as you exited out into the hallway “Well if you ever need to talk or anything, or just want to hang out…” he let the end of his sentence hang in the air, not quite sure how to finish it though that was hardly important, you were already nodding appreciatively.

“Same goes for you, talk or need to hide from the council let me know”

He chuckled back, leaning casually against the door frame as you started off down the hallway calling out after you before you got too far “goodnight Y/N”

You spun around to face him as you continued to walk, giving him a small wave “goodnight Ani”

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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Hello! I'm having a bit of a rough time so I thought I'd send this ask. What would the turtles be like with a S/O that has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they help them if their depression is bad enough that on some days they can't get out of bed, forget to eat, etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/kinda chubby and insecure about it.

A/N, not important: Split it up so it's easier. I'm sorry. I am not diagnosed with any of these, and don't have experience, so I went off of Mayo clinic, google, and a friend of mine. Please correct me if I got something wrong. Also I skipped the PTSD and replaced it w/ separation anxiety because you didn't give enough details on how it goes with them- Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Depression, anxiety, body insecurities

Words: 993

Summary: ROTTMNT helps you with your mental health.

Michelangelo(Generalized Anxiety):

He tries to help you out the best he can.

He finds out what makes you anxious the most, whether it’s social interactions, responsibilities, or different happenings in your life.

Once he figures it out, he helps you deal with it. He talks you through things and helps keep you calm in more stressful situations.

If you’re uncomfortable with decision making, he helps you find out what you want and what would help you the most. He ends up learning exactly what you like best so he can quickly deduce what choice you would like best.

If you have trouble sleeping or something, he’ll research everything that might possibly help. If nothing does, he’ll try and stay up with you until you’re calm enough to sleep. He doesn’t want you to be up alone after all.

He can tell when you start to do everything. If you’re okay with touch, he’ll grab your hands and rub your knuckles and try to talk you through it, quelling as much of your anxious thoughts as he can.

Mikey will ramble on about his day or other things if you’re feeling particularly anxious at any given time, trying to provide background noise in an attempt to help soothe your nerves. Seeing you all worked up makes him worried, and he doesn’t want you to spiral.

Dr. Feelings will probably visit you often, especially when something stressful is going. He wants you to be comfortable talking to him about your worries.

Donatello(Depression):

Feels slightly responsible, despite that being completely unfound. He tries so hard to make you happy and refutes any negative talk with things you do well and things he loves about you.

He pays attention to your behaviors to make sure you’re okay, well, as okay as you can be. He doesn’t want you to feel like you’re on your own for this. He’s ready to support you at any moment.

If you can’t get the motivation to get out of bed or eat, Donnie will visit and help. He’s ready to let you lean on him if needed. He doesn’t mind being there for you whenever you need.

Is always ready to lend a hand or give you compliments. Words aren’t his strong suit, but he’ll make an exception for you. He does love showering you in gifts though. He likes to make small reminders for you to prove you’re important.

He’ll often end up having you hang out in his lab with him, just for some silent interaction. He would drop everything for you if needed, but he still wants to get work done. So you both came to the compromise of hanging out while he works. It helps because Donnie makes sure to include you in his work to make sure you don’t feel like a burden.

Keeps a list of things that make you happy. He references it a lot to make sure he has something to talk with you about that you’ll enjoy. He also uses it to help with deciding what to make you for a gift.

Raphael(Separation Anxiety):

He knows pretty well what you’re going through, and is happy to talk it through with you. Whether your stress is raised when you’re away from what you know as home, or away from the people you love, Raph’s always there to help you through.

Seeing you struggle as he does, Raph’s quick to help walk you through. He discusses different coping mechanisms with you and walks you through it when you’re feeling really anxious.

Would come to you in an instant if you called. He’s always there when you need him. He doesn’t want you to ever feel abandoned by him.

If you have a hard time sleeping alone, his room is always open for you. He’d come get you, or just stay with you. All you have to do is ask.

Helps you find different fidget toys and coping mechanisms that can help. If he wasn’t able to get to you for whatever reason, he wants to make sure you know how to take care of yourself.

Gives you a stuffie that he claims he ‘filled with love’. It’s something simple, but he’s hoping it’ll remind you he’s always there if you need it.

He gives the best hugs when needed. If you’re overwhelmed and okay with touch, he’ll wrap you in a big bear hug. He’s not leaving you anytime soon and is happy to remind you whenever you need it.

Leonardo(Body Insecurities):

Knowing you’re uncomfortable in your body devastated him. He thinks you’re the most incredible person to walk the earth, and knowing you don’t feel the same upsets him greatly.

He’s constantly trying to pick up your spirit and make you feel better about yourself. You’ll be showered in compliments and any negative talk about your image will be shut down.

Leo’s great at reading body language, so he’s quickly able to tell when you’re feeling self conscious. He’ll use that to time his compliments and hugs. He’ll usually also drag you into cuddle sessions to help make you feel better. He loves you, no matter how you look.

Is very eager to remind you how much you mean to him. If you say one even slightly self deprecating thing, he’ll follow it up with at least ten compliments. He somehow never runs out.

Like to cuddle you a lot. He thinks you’re comfortable to just sit with. If his brothers go looking for him, he’ll often be holed up with you watching a movie.

Keeps you feeling on the top of the world. He’s always ready to defend you if someone gets mean and picks at your insecurities.

If you ever complain about how you look to him, Leo just hits you back with the “I’m a turtle mutant.” argument. If you can love him despite being green with a shell, he can love you no matter what.

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neuralnetsprettypatterns · 2 months

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Hi,

I looked through your post history after reading through a few about how to protect yourself with hypnokink. I've only just dipped my toes into it with a "beginner trance" last night over discord text. It was surprisingly effective considering I thought myself hard to hypnotize.

I could really use your help letting me know if these commands are lines are part of the kink and hypnosis, or if they're red flags. If they're red flags I don't know that I have enough interests in doing deeper research. Ultimately I'm looking to know if this is a safe person I can explore this potential kink with, or if they will only be harmful for me.

[my responses and some small blocks in between have been omitted]

Here are the phrases:

Every time I tell you the words SLEEP NOW in all caps, you can easily and effortlessly fall back down into this deep state of relaxation Is that understood?And every time I give you a command within [these brackets] you will feel compelled to obey it Knowing that obeying me gives you the deepest feeling of pleasure in the entire world Obeying me gives you a sense of belonging Obeying me makes you happy Obeying me makes you horny And M ~ I want you to remember this. Your new mantra Pleasure is obedience, and obedience is pleasure [Say those exact words, now] Wonderful, M —- I’ll tell you exactly what that means Every time you obey me, you feel pleasur And every time you feel pleasure, you become more and more obedient It’s an endless cycle And now I have you caught in it.

Thank you if not for an answer than at least for the countless posts of education you've already given me.

Thank you! I appreciate receiving this as an ask, and I appreciate the obvious care that went into crafting the question.

I’ll answer at length.

Hot take party

There’s a specific Neural Nets and Pretty Patterns take on hypnosis.

Hypnosis is art. It’s poetry. Sometimes it’s recited, but good recitation changes with each iteration. We make it our own.

That’s how oral poetry worked. That’s also how inductions work. People told stories and those stories had effects on the audience. It’s a slutty Iliad.

For the most part, I write, produce, and voice special poetry about how much I enjoy railing sluts. I’m passionate about it because I really enjoy sluts.

What hypno ain’t, though, is science.

It’s not a technology. Erotic brainwashing and sexual trance doesn’t have a predictable formula. It’s not a pill.

This answer disappoints grifters. The market for love potions is a lot bigger than the market for love poems.

How’s this rant relate to the question?

In a few ways. I’ll reword your ask as questions I can answer better.

Someone sent you a script, essentially.

“Is this a good script?”

I don’t think it’s great.

No specific connection to you, no connection to kink, just a recitation. It doesn’t do it for me. Once we accept that this is art not science though, it’s fine that we might have different tastes!

I also think it’s scientistic. Those brackets read like a programming fantasy. I have those, but best to admit it. Good kink runs on honesty.

I do some special notation on this blog. You can see it. In large part, I do that to evoke an emotion and because it looks fucking cool. I’m not command line hacking your brain. If I could do that, I’d be running governments, not a blog and a modest Patreon.

“Is this a dangerous hypnotic script?”

Not really.

I think it’s a bit dull. It’s unrealistic. I don’t think you’re going to suddenly [obey text in brackets] and OBEY ALL CAPS.

That might be an interpersonal red flag. Someone who sends a canned script isn’t a psychic supervillain. They might be insensitive and uncaring, though.

Most “hypno dangers” are really interpersonal dangers. You aren’t looking for evil wizards. The dude who sends 15 spirals and yells something about Bambi Sleep isn’t some sly mastermind with a knowing smile. He’s just an annoying looser. Is he going to yell DROP 4 COCK and make you suck a dick in the Kroger’s? No, that’s not real. Might he waste a lot of your time and lie a lot? Yeah.

So the red flag, really, is that people who lie about hypnosis to sound cool and impressive probably lie in relationships and that’s a bad sign. Does your person there fit the bill? Idk, hard to say without more context. You have the answer but I at least have a better question.

Is this person full of shit?

If so, run! If not, negotiate limits and boundaries with good and honest communication.

I’m here for any follow up questions!

#hypnosis #hypno k1nk #hypno nsft #bd/sm kink #kink safety #nnpp #neural nets and pretty patterns #neuralnetsandprettypatterns #hypnotism

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Safe Haven [Chapter Eight]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Another update for you all! I'm on a Mikey kick, what can I say. This one is sweet and a little fluffy (considering Reader's hangover) at the beginning, but beware the angst in this one... Feedback is always appreciated!

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You woke to a sharp pain radiating through your head and pounding in your skull. Wincing, you tried to open your mouth to groan but your tongue felt dry and as if it was stuck to the roof of your mouth. A noise of discontent vibrated in your throat as you reached a hand up out of the sheets to rub at your temples–but you immediately hissed at the unexpected pain in your hands.

The bed dipped behind you and you froze, your eyes flying open as panic surged through you. There shouldn’t have been anyone in your bed with you. Quickly rolling onto your other side to see who was behind you–hoping against hope it wasn’t him–the room soon spun around you. Your eyes closed tight again, your stomach churning horribly at the sensation. You felt like you might vomit.

“Hey, easy there, Grace,” a familiar Irish accented voice spoke.

“Michael?” you croaked out, eyes still closed as the spinning continued.

“Yeah, ‘s’me,” he answered.

Your bed felt as if it was rocking back and forth beneath you and you swallowed hard, praying you wouldn’t throw up in front of him. Or on him. The feeling had you curling further in on yourself along the mattress. How much had you drank last night? And also why was Michael in your bed?

“Why–why’re you here?” you asked.

“Ya…had a bit of an accident last night,” he said awkwardly. “I stayed with ya while your sister went back to work. But I uh–” he cleared his throat, “–admittedly fell asleep after cleanin’ everythin’ in the kitchen last night.”

You frowned, eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of Michael in your bed beside you. He was laying on top of the sheets as if to place some sort of gentlemanly barrier between the pair of you. His dark hair was a rumpled mess on his head and he looked like he’d just woken up himself. He was in a dark brown long sleeve shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, his feet bare on the bed. Your eyes slowly drew back up towards his face. He was smiling at you now, a shy, sleepy little grin as he lay raised up on one arm.

“You stayed with me?” you asked, brows knitting together.

The small smile never left his face as his gaze dropped nervously down towards the bed. “Ya kept askin’ me to stay with ya. I couldn’t refuse,” he replied softly.

“Oh God,” you groaned, burying your face in your bandaged hands. “I’m so sorry. That’s embarrassing and weird.”

“It wasn’t,” he said firmly. “Ya needed help and I wanted to help.”

You peaked out at him between your fingers, your head still pounding horribly. He was looking at you with a strange look in his eyes, one that you certainly didn’t just look at a neighbor with.

“So what exactly…happened?” you asked hesitantly. “All I remember is–” you broke off instantly.

You remembered researching the Kinsellas, specifically Michael and his deceased ex-wife. A pang of sympathy hit you as you gazed back at him, your hands slowly dropping from your face. You couldn’t exactly tell him what you’d been doing that had caused you to spiral and need a drink. You were sure he wouldn’t be thrilled with your researching of him and his family, especially with how personal the information was.

“I remember drinking a lot,” you finished weakly. “And…breaking a bottle on accident.”

“Ya tried to clean it up,” Michael said with a nod. “Cut up your hands. Called your sister for help and she left the hospital to come help ya.”

“So you–you came over when?” you asked curiously.

He ducked his head sheepishly again, a hand scratching his beard in a nervous gesture. “I heard her scream. Twice. Thought somethin’ was wrong so I…may have come bargin’ in with that.”

He gestured his head behind him towards the nightstand. Slowly you craned your neck, peering around him. Your eyebrows shot up high onto your forehead at the sight of a handgun innocently laying there. Your eyes quickly flew back up to his face, studying him curiously.

“You came over here…with a gun?” you asked.

He nodded, still not meeting your eyes with his own. “Was worried somethin’ might have happened,” he murmured.

His words hit you hard, something warm filling you at the sound of them. He’d been worried that something had happened to you? And he’d shown up with a gun to protect you?

“You were worried about me?” you whispered in surprise.

“Yeah,” he answered, nodding gently. “I–I care about ya, Grace.”

His gaze finally flew up to meet yours, his eyes full of emotion. There was something tender sitting right there on the surface as he looked back at you. You sucked in an audible breath at the intensity of his stare, nerves gathering in your stomach and mixing with the nausea you felt from drinking last night.

“I know I don’t know ya that well, it’s hard to explain but I–” he paused, shaking his head, “–I just feel somethin’. Like an understandin’. Like you somehow–”

“Truly see you?” you breathed out.

Michael's mouth hung open for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. Slowly his mouth closed, his lips pulling into a small smile as he nodded.

"Yeah," he answered. "Exactly like that."

Your attention shifted down towards your bandaged hands, the dull ache of them noticeable. Though your head was violently throbbing and the pain of that was far worse than the cuts on your hands. You felt like shit this morning, but yet somehow all you could focus on in this moment was the strange, giddy feeling Michael was drawing forth in you. It was a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

“I uh, I know what you mean,” you admitted.

One of Michael’s hands slowly slid along the mattress towards yours, your eyes following its movement. He hesitated a moment, his fingers just an inch from yours, before he gently grasped onto one of your bandaged hands. Something fluttered in your chest at the affectionate gesture and your fingers curled back around his.

Gradually your eyes made their way back up to Michael’s face. He was smiling more fully at you now, something light and happy shining back at you in his eyes. You'd never seen that look on his face before with the run-ins you'd had with him. He had always looked so full of pain and sorrow. But he looked happy laying on your bed right now, just holding your hand.

"What would ya say to grabbin' coffee with me sometime this weekend?" he asked softly. "Would the answer still be no?"

Biting your lip, you tried to fight back the growing smile on your face. "You asking me on a date again, Michael?" you questioned.

"What if I am?" he replied.

Something like a cheeky smile spread on his lips and your stomach somersaulted inside of you. But the fluttering of your nerves was only increasing your nausea. Lips pressing together, you closed your eyes and tried to will that feeling to subside.

"Ya alrigh', Grace?" he asked.

"Just uh–" you winced, aware of how unattractive and ill-timed this was, "–trying not to vomit. I definitely overdid it last night."

"Ya need somethin'? Some water? Hell, I'm sorry," he said in a rush, releasing your hand and sliding off the bed. "Should have figured ya wouldn' be feelin’ good this morning. I'll get ya some water."

"Wait, no, I'm fine," you said, sitting up and hoping to call him back, not wanting to further ruin the moment. "I–I can get some water in a minute."

"Ya…sure?" he asked hesitantly.

You nodded, ignoring the way the room felt like it was still moving when you stopped. Gradually he sat back down on the bed.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes on your hands as heat flooded your cheeks. “You’re not exactly seeing me at my best right now.”

“Not like ya haven’t seen me at some shite moments,” he replied. “Didn’t seem to scare ya away.”

“Yeah well, I’m sort of ruining the moment here,” you joked.

“I can assure ya,” Michael said with a chuckle, “you’re not.”

Nervously you shifted your attention back on him, taking in that tender expression on his face. Something felt like it was drawing you to him again, pulling you in, and you found yourself once more getting lost in his eyes. But then your gaze dropped down to his mouth, noticing the slight twitch of his lips. Goddamn you wanted to lean across the bed, close the space between the pair of you, and just kiss him. You wondered if he would be good at it. Would he be sweet and gentle with you? His hands carefully holding you to him? Or would he be rough and starved for you, his lips and tongue greedy and hungry as they ravaged your mouth?

A need suddenly stirred deep within you, one you hadn’t satiated in quite awhile. You wanted Michael, you couldn’t deny it. And if you weren’t hungover as all hell you’d have been a bit more tempted to act on that want.

“Grace?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, your eyes flew back up to his. They were crinkled at the corners, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Ya know, ya still didn’t answer me ‘bout that coffee,” he pointed out.

“Oh, right,” you said, blinking a few times. “You’re…still interested in that?”

He laughed lightly, amusement written across his features. “Well I can’t say I’ve suddenly changed my mind in the last couple o’ minutes, no,” he answered. “I want to get to know ya better. And I–I hope you’ll let me.”

You bit your lip, gnawing it nervously. Dating Michael would be dangerous–for him and you. But a growing part of you didn’t want to listen to reason anymore when it came to him.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” you admitted.

Michael frowned, his face falling. You quickly backpedaled, assuming he had misunderstood what you’d meant.

“I mean yes, I want to get coffee with you,” you said quickly. “But I worry about some things. About how being with me is…dangerous.”

Michael’s expression quickly shifted to something serious. “Megan said last night ya were in some trouble,” he replied.

You stiffened on the bed, your entire body going rigid. “She told you that?” you asked him.

“That’s ‘bout all she told me, but yeah,” he answered. “Though I can assure ya, Grace, I don’t scare easily. And I can see you’re runnin’ from somethin’ or someone. But I’m still here.”

Blue eyes flashed in your mind. The scent of burning flesh hit you out of nowhere and you recoiled on the bed, swallowing hard as you grimaced. You fought to push the memory back down.

“Maybe who I’m running from is dangerous,” you whispered.

Wordlessly, Michael slid closer to you on the bed, his gentle hand snaking its way to your back, very slowly pulling you in towards his chest. You let him, your own arms encircling his waist as you buried your face against his shoulder. As you clung to him, inhaling that comforting smokey, warm scent of him as his strong arms held you tight, you felt safe for the first time in a long time.

“I can be dangerous, too,” Michael whispered, “when it comes to protectin’ those I care about.”

Goosebumps rippled along your arms at his words. You wanted to believe that.

“You barely know me,” you replied, voice muffled against his shoulder.

“Then let me buy ya a coffee this weekend, Grace,” he said, one of his large palms soothingly running back and forth along your back. “Let me get to know ya.”

Hands balling up the material of his shirt, your mind recalled the things you’d dug up on Michael last night before you’d gotten drunk. You felt guilty, sitting here with this knowledge you shouldn’t have because he didn’t give it to you.

“Does that mean you’re going to let me get to know you?” you asked.

There was a silence that settled between the pair of you, your hands still fisting his shirt. You could feel the tension in his body gradually easing out of him the longer he held you.

“Maybe not all of the darkest parts,” he murmured eventually. “Not yet, at least.”

Inhaling a deep breath, that smokey, cinnamon scent of him filling your nose, you felt your body relax into him. You wished you could stay like this for the day. Safe and comfortable in his arms. Yet another feeling you weren’t familiar with anymore. A feeling you’d thought you’d once had with Victor, but then those very same hands that promised to protect you did the opposite.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Michael’s arms tightened around you for a moment, squeezing you almost reassuringly before he gradually released you. You sat back, your own arms falling down to your sides. His hand reached out and gently tucked some hair behind your ear, a sad smile on his face.

“Unfortunately I have an appointment later this mornin’ I need to get to,” he said softly. “And I can’t be late. But why don’t I help ya downstairs to get some water and make sure ya get somethin’ for that headache I’m sure ya got?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you told him. “I can get that all on my own just fine.”

“Ya had a rough night last night,” he murmured, his hand landing on your leg over the sheets. “I’d like to make sure ya are alrigh’ before I go, pet.”

You couldn’t help but to internally melt at the term of endearment that so easily slipped from his lips. Nodding, you began to slip out of the sheets as Michael rose from the bed. He grabbed the gun from off the nightstand, and for some reason as you followed slowly behind him out of the bedroom and down the stairs, you couldn't deny how incredibly good he looked with it. Especially knowing he'd been willing to use it to protect you last night.

Michael didn't even wait for you when he reached the sitting room. He turned and made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, apparently already having familiarized himself in there last night enough to know where your sister kept her cups and medicine. When you'd entered the kitchen moments later, he was already filling a glass with water for you, the bottle of Ibuprofen on the counter. When the glass was full, he turned and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you murmured, accepting the water.

Drawing it to your lips for a drink, you watched as he unscrewed the lid from the Ibuprofen bottle on the counter beside him, shaking a couple of tablets into his palm. He handed those to you next and you quickly tossed them into your mouth, swallowing them down.

"Maybe I'll see ya later?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," you answered.

Michael took a hesitant step towards you, his eyes fixed on your own. You reached out, setting your now almost empty glass of water on the kitchen island right next to where he'd placed his gun. Taking a cautious step towards him yourself, you gingerly slipped your arms around his waist and drew him to you, trying not to let yourself overthink the action as you did. Michael's arms encircled your shoulders as he held you firmly against the front of himself, his face burying into the top of your hair.

"Thank you," you said, eyelids lowering as you once again relaxed into him. "You didn't have to do any of that last night."

"Ya didn't have to stay with me the other night, either," he replied. "But ya did."

With your arms still wrapped around him, you drew your head back from its place along his chest, Michael instantly pulling back from your hair at the movement. He gazed down at you, brows drawn together curiously as you looked back up at him.

His face was so close to yours, close enough that you could just bridge the gap and press your lips to his. Despite the pounding in your head, you found you desperately wanted to kiss him. You wanted to know what it would feel like, at least just once. You had never felt such a strong pull to someone before and you didn’t want to keep trying to deny it anymore. Clearly he was going to be right there for the duration of your stay with your sister, why not explore what this was?

Why couldn't you have this?

One of your hands released his waist, instead coming to rest hesitantly along his cheek. His eyes softened at your touch, the crease between his brows disappearing as he understood what was on your mind. Judging by how he'd leant in a bit further towards you, you assumed he had been thinking about kissing you, too. The knowledge of that only excited you, your breath coming in shallower as your fingers lightly ran through his dark beard.

His eyes had dropped down to your lips now and your heart beat a little quicker in your chest. You decided you were just going to go for it, consequences be damned. You’d worried about those too much for too long. Eyes closing, you tilted your mouth up towards his and leant forward, closing that distance between the pair of you.

But a soft gasp startled both of you apart. Your eyes flew open, Michael abruptly taking a step away from you, his eyes landing just over your shoulder as his hands fell back to his sides. Looking over your own shoulder you spotted your sister, her eyes wide as she stood frozen just at the edge of the kitchen.

“I did not mean to interrupt that,” she said quickly. “Holy shit, I didn’t know you two were even in here. Oh my God, I’ll just go back upstairs and you can–”

“I actually need to be goin’,” Michael cut her off, a strained smile on his mouth. “I’ve got an appointment I need to make.” His attention returned to you, his expression almost apologetic as he leaned over and grabbed his gun from the counter. “I’ll get back to ya ‘bout this weekend, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stepped out of his way. Michael gave you one last look before he walked past you, Megan thanking him for looking after you last night as he went. He’d only muttered a soft response about it being no problem before he was out the front door and walking down the driveway. Your eyes watched him as he went out of the kitchen window, taking in his comfortable stride as he casually carried the gun at his side. When he turned the corner and passed the stone fence and was out of view, you turned and shot your sister a pointed look.

“I’m sorry!” she said immediately, throwing her hands up in the air. “You both were being so damn quiet! I didn’t know anyone was even in the kitchen!”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “It’s–it’s fine. And I’m sorry about being a drunk asshole last night and apparently interrupting you at work,” you apologized. “I’ve been a shit sister lately. Always worrying you and needing help.”

“Stop,” she said firmly. “You’re going through some shit. You’re my sister and I love you and I’m going to be here for you. Victor is an asshole and I’m not going to let him run your life and keep you in hiding.”

“Meg, there’s nothing you are going to be able to do when it comes to him,” you said flatly.

“Well then maybe we need a damn gun in this house,” she said, making her way over to the coffee maker and turning it on. “Because I’d shoot that fucker on sight.”

You took two large steps before getting up in Megan’s face, your expression serious. “You’ll go nowhere near him,” you stated sharply. “He’s not like my other ex’s Meg. Not like your ex. He’s dangerous. I can’t risk you getting hurt. You see him? You run. Even if he’s got me in his sights. End of story.”

Megan’s eyes narrowed, her mouth opening to object. You quickly cut her off, your eyes piercing into her own.

“End of story,” you growled.

Sitting at the kitchen table, you were attempting to work on your novel. You’d certainly fallen behind on deadline with all the drama since you’d moved into your sister's house this past almost week and a half. Now your hands hurt to type from the cuts as your fingers stretched across the keyboard, the pain distracting you from your train of thoughts often. Angela was going to be pissed if you asked her for another extension on the deadline.

You’d been forcing yourself to focus though, even writing as you ate a brief dinner. Megan was once again back at the hospital working another shift and you’d promised her you wouldn’t give her another scare to come back home to this time. You felt guilty for the past couple of nights. Despite what she’d told you earlier, you felt like a shit sister. You shouldn’t have gotten that bad last night, shouldn’t have used alcohol to cope with your demons yet again.

Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention and you turned, spotting Birdy walking up the driveway through the kitchen window. Her eyes were on you, a purposeful step in her stride.

“Christ,” you muttered under your breath. “Just what I need.”

You saved the progress on your laptop before closing it, pushing your chair back and feeling a sense of dread wash over you. This most likely wasn’t going to be a friendly visit considering the last interaction you’d had with her.

Making your way to the front door, you unlocked it and pulled it open. Birdy stood there with a self-satisfied smile on her face, her brows raising just a bit.

“Mind if I come in for a chat, dear?” she asked.

With a sigh you stepped aside, waving your hand before her. Her eyes narrowed briefly before she stepped inside and you shut the door behind her. She made her way straight to the kitchen, her focus instantly going right to your laptop. You followed behind her, leaning against the entryway with a frown.

“I know this isn’t a friendly, neighborly visit,” you said. “What is it you’ve come for, Birdy?”

Her head swung back towards you, her blue eyes boring into your own. That cold smile was still on her lips.

“I saw Mikey leavin’ here this mornin’,” she began. “Carryin’ a gun. I don’t know how ya have gotten one of my boys wrapped around your finger so quickly, dear, but I’m askin’ ya to stop it right now.”

Your eyes narrowed. Of course she’d been watching the house.

“He’s not wrapped around my finger,” you told her. “He came here on his own.”

Birdy crossed her arms, squaring her shoulders as she took an intimidating step towards you. You straightened, pushing off the wall and staring her back down.

“I know what you’re doin’, dear,” she said.

“And what’s that?” you challenged. “Enlighten me, Birdy.”

“I know who ya are, who you’re with,” she continued, her blue eyes burning into you. “The Serpents of Hell.”

Your teeth grit together at the name, your heart hammering in your ribcage like the flutter of a terrified bird’s wings. You knew she’d made the connection the other day, but hearing it aloud still struck fear into you.

“I know all about what your little motorcycle club does,” she said. “And how you’re probably here tryin’ to get an in with Eamon. Think I don’t know about that charter in Cork? Runnin’ guns?” She took another intimidating step towards you, her eyes still narrowed. “But I know you’re a city girl from the States, yeah? From Miami. Your man and his charter traffickin’ and dealin’ drugs all around the country there. Now what? Ya comin’ out here tryin’ to take over more territory? Thinkin’ ya can carve a place out here in Dublin?”

“What?” you asked, brows knitting together in confusion. “What’re you on about?”

“Don’t play the fool with me, dear,” Birdy snapped. “Usin’ my Mikey to get in with a big supplier. Sleepin’ your way around for them. It’s disgustin’ it is.” She pointed a finger firmly at your chest. “So I’m tellin’ ya this once, dear. Ya stay away from my Michael. All o’ my boys. If I catch ya sniffin’ around any of them, I’ll call up your fiance myself and tell him to drag ya back before I tell the family what you’re up to. And I promise ya they won’ be very nice about dealin' with ya. Especially Mikey.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You stood there speechless, your mouth just opening and closing a handful of times. Birdy crossed her arms, looking satisfied and clearly misinterpreting the reason for your reaction. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, too heavy to move.

She knew about Victor.

“I see I’ve made my point,” she said, tone cold. “I’ll see myself out. But know this dear, we Kinsellas don't back down. Doesn’ matter what your fiance does–either ya go or I send him a warnin' myself."

Briskly she stepped past you, heading down the hall and opening your front door. She closed it behind her with a loud click, and then you were left alone in the house. Panicking.

She knew who you were. She knew about Victor.

And she was going to lead him right to your goddamn door if she caught you with Michael again. Which was dangerous, because not only would Victor show up and kill you, he’d probably take out your sister. And certainly Michael if he knew there’d been something going on between you both. He wouldn’t even bat an eye or think twice, because he was the Sergeant at Arms for the Serpents’ Mother Charter. Enforcing rules and killing was what he did. That was his job. And he was really fucking good at it.

Your breath started to come in sharp, ragged gasps. Hands flying up to your throat, you felt that panic crest over you, dragging you under and pulling you down. You sunk to your knees on the kitchen floor, gradually beginning to hyperventilate as tears sprung forth from your eyes, streaking their way down your cheeks.

You had nowhere else to run on such short notice. Birdy had you cornered.

You’d have to steer clear of Michael and find a way out of Dublin, find somewhere else to go. But that might take you a few days to figure out still.

Ribcage tightening like a vice around your lungs, you collapsed to the floor and curled in on yourself, sobbing hysterically into your bandaged hands. You didn't want to have to run again, you were tired of it. And eventually you knew you'd have nowhere left to run.

With a muffled wail into your hands, you rode out your panic attack alone on the kitchen floor.

#michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella #kin fanficiton #kin amc #kin rte

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complexcritterscave · 2 months

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So I just found out that it’s pretty a popular headcanon in the fandom that DrRETRO was placed in solitary confinement/a padded cell while being blindfolded and shit

So I’m gonna TRY and include that into the story the best I can

Erm yup! Any who!!!!! Forgive me if I mess something up, I did a bit of research on this before deciding to write (and while writing) so I hope this isn’t dogshit 💔💔

Anyway enjoy! Or don’t you do you idk

Everything had gone wrong.

Everything was overwhelming despite nothing being around.

She couldn’t see.

She couldn’t move.

She could barely speak without cold and sharp metal poking her mouth.

The silence was deafening. She could hear everything and nothing at the same time.

And it scared her…

Every few blind steps she took she was met with soft, padded wall.

She felt like a caged bird, desperate to spread her wings and fly only to be met with the bars of her small enclosure.

Her breathing grew laboured as she struggled to keep calm.

What had she done to deserve this? Why was she being punished like this? She followed the rules, did what she was supposed to, and yet she was still forced to endure this cruel fate.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out, but that would only extend her time. She didn’t wanna spend any longer in this plushy hell, she refused to stay longer.

She hated it here. She was innocent! Why was she being punished for something she didn’t do?! She felt a twinge of frustration itch beneath her skin, her ears flattened as she let out a guttural growl whilst leaning against the wall.

She wanted revenge, to get back at those who lied about her. She wanted them to feel the same way she did.

But how could she?

She was the one trapped within a rubber cell. She was the one stuck in pillowy prison. She was the one who had been locked away…

An overwhelming wave of emotions washed over her, drowning her within its currents. Despair, frustration, sorrow, anger, all mixed into a depressing cocktail that she was forced to drink.

Before long she found herself crying silently, weeping as each breath became more irregular than the last. But there was at least one plus…

No one would be able to see her state of weakness… At least not yet…

DrRETRO let out a groggy meow as her alarm clock went off, jerking her from her painful nightmare into the real. Time to get up already?! She swore just went to bed! Then again, staying awake would probably be the best decision for now… But GOD that constant beeping was more annoying than Poob’s party horn. If it weren’t for the fact that they were so darn friendly, she would’ve definitely done something about that now.

The katball swatted the clock with her paw, sighing as it was finally silenced. If it was broken, she’ll suffer the consequences later, for now, she was too tired to deal with it.

Rolling out of bed, she trudged to her bathroom, physically and mentally preparing herself to get ready for the long day ahead of her. She could only assume what the others would get themselves into…

Once ready, she put on her coat and grabbed an energy bar for breakfast. She had no clue what time it was, but assumed she had no time to sit down and eat. Besides, she’ll probably stop by the RedBall Diner or somewhere for a proper meal in the afternoon. She carefully descended down the machine’s spiral before approaching the elevator, humming quietly as she pressed the button and opened her snack.

Before she could even get a bite in, the doors had opened revealing an overly curious robot who smiled politely at her.

"Woah! A giant cat! My sensors are telling me a lot about you!"

"…"

"Based off the information I have received from my database you are apart of a species known as Katballs correct? Oh! And you speak a language similar to that of regular domesticated felines!"

"Mrrow…" «Uh, yeah…»

"This is wonderful! BZZT! Ah! Pardon me, a large stone man taught me that it is considered impolite to engage in conversation before introducing oneself. My name is Prototype!"

"Meow…" «Hello… Prototype…»

"Hm, I can’t properly translate your message, perhaps, if you don’t mind, I could stay with you for the time being and learn it? Or maybe you could teach me as to avoid language barriers in the near future!"

The katball stared at him, he was sickeningly sweet and clearly eager to learn, she wasn’t sure she could deal with that right now, especially after going through that horrible nightmare. Just thinking of it made her fur rise.

"Is everything alright? I am detecting an elevated heart rate and body temperature. Was my request too strange? I apologize for intruding! I’m just so excited!"

"Meoww…" «No you’re fine. Ah wait, you can’t understand me… Oh well.»

She signalled to the robot that it was okay with her paws, nodding as she stepped into the elevator and sighed.

"Ah… So is that a yes..? Everything is alright?"

She nodded.

"Does this mean I can stay with you for now?"

She hesitated before reluctantly nodding.

"WONDERFUL-! Oh sorry! I did not mean to shout. I was also told that shouting is impolite!"

She already regretted her decision…

The two ascended together within the elevator, Retro eating her energy bar and Prototype watching her with intrigue.

"Is this what your species eat for nutrition?"

She shrugged.

"So it varies? That’s so interesting!"

While he was a bit more active than the others, she found their enthusiasm adorable in an annoying way.

"Does this imply katballs do not have the same carnivorous diet as domesticated felines? Would this not make you omnivorous?"

He asked a LOT of questions though…

Before she could properly answer, the elevator came to a stop, letting out its iconic ding as the doors opened, before she knew it, an exhausted lamp stepped onto the elevator along with his sickly friend.

"W04H! h3llo R3tR0!!! :D"

"Good morning…"

The doctor only gave the two a curt nod, she knew that Lampert would possibly try and pester her about Infected, per usual, but as she mentally prepared herself for his questions, Prototype had spoken up.

"Oh! Are you also a robot? You seem to be artificially made! Just like me!"

"What-"

"My scanners are so far confirming my theory as well!"

"Don’t do that.."

"Huh? May I be mistaken? Are you not artificially made?"

"I am, but I don’t appreciate being scanned. It’s weird to do that without at least asking first."

"So would it be considered… impolite?"

"Uh yeah I guess."

"It seems I have many things to learn about the mannerisms of this elevator and its riders. I apologize for my impoliteness. I should have asked."

"It’s fine. Anyway… DrRETRO-"

"Meoww." «If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, I already told you there’s nothing else I can do.»

"You didn’t even let me finish."

"Mrrw.." «You’re very predictable.»

"You’re rather growly today…"

Lampert was tempted to question her, but didn’t bother pushing his luck. There weren’t a lot of things he knew about Retro but he knew enough to know not to press her buttons. So instead, he sat quietly, listening as Prototype and Infected interacted with each other.

"s0 y0u’r3 l1k3… 4 r0b0t??? y0u’r3 n0t g0nn4 try 4nd t4k3 0v3r th3 w0rld r1ght?!?!?!?!!!!"

"Uh no, I don’t think so. I don’t understand why you would think that. I want to learn about the world! Not conquer it!"

"0H!!!! th4t’s s0 sw4g br0!!! XD"

"I don’t understand this terminology, however I am assuming ‘swag’ is a good thing right?"

"h3ck y34h m4n!!! y0u’r3 4ctu4lly 4lr1ght!!! :]"

"Thank you!"

Lampert glanced back at DrRETRO, watching her quietly from the corner of his eye. She was staring at blankly ahead, her expression was difficult to read but he could tell something was troubling her. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was harshly stopped before her could even get anything out.

"Hisss…" «Lampert… Don’t…»

"Well excuse me for wanting to ask if you’re okay."

"Mrrraow.." «It’s none of your business.»

"You’re acting like a cornered lion. I think making sure you don’t lash out at anyone is my business."

That was most definitely poor wording, he swore he saw her flinch before snapping her gaze towards him. He noticed the slight pinkish tint in her pupils, growing nervous, anyone could tell you what that meant…

"HISS?!" «ARE YOU CALLING ME A THREAT?!»

"Wh- N-No! I was just making an analogy. Not trying to offend you."

He took a step back. By now Infected and Prototype had stopped talking and were instead watching the two with questioning or concerned expressions.

"… Meoww…" «Just stay out of it..»

He nodded, watching the pinkish tint die from her eyes as she looked away. An uncomfortable silence filled the elevator before being disrupted by its doors opening.

"Ah… This is our floor, come on Infected."

"1c3 cr34m f0r br34kf4st!!! s0 epik!!! >:D"

DrRETRO watched as they stepped out, being left alone with the curious robot as the doors closed.

"… Are you okay..?"

She nodded.

"But-"

She let out a warning hiss, glaring down at him with annoyance. He may have not understood her tongue, but he understood that hissing typically meant anger or annoyance within cats.

"Okay… My apologies for pestering.."

The elevator was filled once more with heavy silence. As they stopped at floors, prototype would either enthusiastically greet people or watch DrRETRO do her work. He had no clue that she was skilled in the medical field. Perhaps he should’ve done a deeper examination of her. Perhaps he should do it now. But it’s impolite to do so without asking… He’ll just ask now!

"Uh… DrRETRO? That is your name right?"

She turned towards him.

"I was wondering if you could allow me to scan you one more time? Just to add some extra information to my database!"

She stared for a moment before nodding, though she relaxed slightly as she noticed his excitement.

"Thank you!"

There was a lot he had missed about her now that he took a deeper look. She was Brazilian and had a medical license! How interesting! Her birthday is in October, specifically the 10th of October.

"I’ll have to get something for your birthday!"

She shrugged in response.

As he continued, he found some… questionable information. A warrant for arrest. Perhaps she could answer a few questions of his.

"Excuse me? Were you perhaps arrested in the pa-"

Before he could finish, she let out a hiss.

"Huh-? What’s wrong? Is that an uncomfortable subject?"

She snarled, tail lashing as she glared at him.

"I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be intrusive!"

She snorted, turning away from him. Guess that meant leave her alone for now…

As they progressed, he watched her quietly and subtly. They had eventually made it to his floor of which he gave a small goodbye and left without another word.

DrRETRO was left alone, and she was pretty glad that. She just wanted to get her rounds done and go home, maybe even take a small nap. Who knows?

As she continued to ascend, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease and fear. She felt like she was being watched, as if something were going to happen. She felt vulnerable and she hated it…

Each floor she stopped at, each person she treated, she felt worse and worse. Her fur had begun to rise as she rode the elevator, nothing she did could distract herself from that nightmare. Maybe she just needed someone to hang out with, just talk to! Yeah! That could help..

As she reached out to press the button to pick a floor, the elevator stopped, its doors opening to reveal a familiar caterpillar holding a small bag of apples.

"Oh… Hello!"

Pilby gave her a nervous smile, waving with one of their arms before stepping onto the elevator.

"Meowww." «Hello Pilbert."

"How are you, doctor?"

"Meow." «I’m fine as usual.»

"That’s nice! Have you been doing your rounds?"

"Mrrow." «Just finished.»

"That’s good! Where are you going now?"

"Mew…" «I was going to go see Mach..»

"Golly! Is something wrong?"

"Miau." «Just… wanted someone to talk to.»

"I get that. Mach is a great listener! But gosh, if you’ve got a problem she’ll sniff it out faster than Wallter can drink a can of grey stuff! I wonder what’s in those cans anyway… I don’t see the appeal but everyone’s got their own taste, right?"

"Meow." «True.»

Pilby nodded, falling quiet as they hummed quietly to themselves. It was rather ironic, DrRETRO was the one stressing out and panicking internally while Pilby wasn’t as much as a nervous wreck as they usually were. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the feline was aboard as well, they had gotten used to being around her after all, she typically defended them from Gnarpy when xe got aggressive or Bive when she went on her rants and rambles.

As the elevator dinged and its doors opened, the two looked outside at the floor, though Pilby was the first to exit.

"Mew…?" «What’s this..?"

"Mach’s office."

"Mrrrew?" «Since when did she get an office?»

"She’s always had an office!"

DrRETRO followed after them, the doors closing behind her as she remained quiet and glanced around. She tilted her head as she stared at the pedestals, confused by what she saw. There so many strange objects, most of which glowed. Did she like glowy things? Was she part moth or something? At least she knows the qualifications to meet to get her gift in the future; make sure it glows.

"Meoww..?" «So uhm… Where is she?»

"Probably up- Oh there she is!"

The doctor looked up, staring at the deity who watched them from, as it was called beneath the window, the living quarters. It was ominous in a way, her top-hat left a shadow on her face as he red eyes glowed dimly, her face was its usual neutral expression as she gripped her hammer in her hands.

Retro swore her heart had skipped a beat for a moment, it truly was terrifying, even though she knew she had nothing to fear. She gave a small wave, forcing a nervous smile as Mach repeated the action. Within a blink of an eye she appeared in front of the two, staring down at them as she tilted her hat upwards.

"Hello."

"Meow." «Hi..»

"Hi Mach! Uh… I got you a snack from the shop!"

"Thank you Pilby, sit it on my desk for now."

The caterpillar nodded, hurrying over with the bag and placing a bag of mini donuts on her desk before leaving the two alone. To be honest, the feline would’ve preferred if they stayed, she’d prefer more than just one other person around. It’d make her feel a bit safer and less exposed. Her tail lashed as she lifted her ears, forcing her fur to lie flat for the time being.

"What’s wrong?"

DrRETRO was jerked back to reality as Mach spoke, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side as she questioned her.

"Meow! Mrrow." «Nothing! I was just bored and wanted to just talk with you.»

"Are you sure?"

"Mew.." «Yes..»

"Are you lying?"

"Mrraow!" «No!»

"Alright. What do you wanna talk about?"

"…"

"Mw.." «I didn’t think this far ahead..»

"Tsh.."

Mach couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, sitting in her swivel chair as Retro sat on the crates.

"Seriously?"

"Miauuu." «You try thinking of topics on short notice.»

"I will. Here’s your first one: seen that stupid rock recently?"

"Mew… Meoww mow merow." «Okay firstly, screw you… Secondly, surprisingly no. I thought that it’d be bothering me eventually today.»

"Hopefully it’s gone for good. I hated it, really annoying honestly.."

"Meow! Mrrw…" «Yeah! Plus it makes my job harder, if you only knew the amount of burn scars I’ve had to treat…»

"I can only imagine.."

DrRETRO purred, feeling better from before as she forgot of her early morning reminder of the past.

"Meow! Meew." «Oh! Met some new robot today.»

"A new robot?"

"Meowww. Merrw mwww." «Yep. Called himself Prototype. Very sweet actually, just way too impulsive as well as asking a lot of questions.»

"What, did he bother you?"

"Mrraw." «No. Not really. Not on purpose at least.»

"What do you mean not on purpose?"

"Meow." «It’s nothing don’t worry about it."

"That just makes me worry more..."

"Mrrw." «Aw, you really do care.»

"Retro.."

"Meow?! Mrroww?" «What?! I can’t joke anymore?»

"Is something bothering you?"

"Mew.." «As I said before, don’t worry about it..»

"Doctor RETRO Katball…"

"Maow…" «Uh oh full name…»

"What’s wrong?"

"Meow." «Nothing.»

"I know you’re lying and I swear I will use the hammer on you if you don’t fess up.."

"Mrrew." «Such an empty threat.»

She purred quietly before falling silent as she saw Mach grip her hammer tightly.

"How much are you betting?"

"…"

"Exactly."

"Meeow…" «Really, darling, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m fine…»

"The last time you said you were fine you collapsed on the floor from exhaustion while coughing and dry heaving."

"Meow.." «Well I was fine until then..»

"You had a fever and stayed hunched over the toilet for the next two hours!"

"Mrrow." «It was certainly an unpleasant experience…»

"Retro…"

"Meow?" «What?»

"I’m being serious about this. What’s wrong?"

"Mrraow." «You wouldn’t understand.»

She shrugged, trying to push down the swelling emotions in her chest. Unfortunately for her, Mach was persistent, gently cupping her cheeks with cold hands. Perhaps she should’ve heeded Pilby’s warning from earlier…

"Then help me understand…"

The katball pause, placing her own paws against Mach’s hands as she held her gaze. Even with her neutral and cold expression, she could still see the concern that glittered within her eyes.She let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard as she struggled to find the words.

Since when was talking about your problems so difficult?!

"It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready…"

"…"

"Mrrow…" «I… had a uhm… dream, well nightmare, last night. And it’s… It’s been bugging me all day…»

"What happened in it?"

"Meow… Mrrowww Miau." «Just… Uh… Reminded me of prison ya know? Just kind of… relived one of the worst moments of my life."

"Oh, Retro…"

"Mrrw! Mreow…" «I mean at least it’s over! Don’t understand why I’m worrying over it so much…»

Mach stared at her, her concern growing as she went on. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how the katball felt right now. She had never been herself but she imagined it was a traumatic experience.

She sighed before pulling her close, holding her tightly as she took a deep breath.

"I know you’ve been through a lot, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it. Just know, if you ever need anything, I’ll be here…"

The katball fell quiet, her ears flattening as she took the time to process her words. She let out a shaky sigh, her grip onto the other tightening as tears slowly streamed down her face.

Mach continued to hold her, gently caressing the doctor’s head and back as she tried to comfort her to the best of her ability.

"Mrraoh…" «Sorry for bothering you with my issues while being a giant crybaby...»

"Don’t apologize. Cry all you want, you’re not bothering me…"

"Miauu…" «Okay…»

She fell quiet, tears continuing to flow as she trembled slightly. Despite her earlier feelings of vulnerability and fear, she felt safe at the moment. She felt as if nothing could harm her, not here at least. She liked that..

"Mrrow?" «Mach?»

"Mhm?"

"Mew…" «Thank you…»

"Don’t worry about it.."

RAHHHHH YURI!!!!!!

I started falling asleep (it is 3:30 am here) towards the end so sorry for any mistakes and stuff I’ll fix them when my brains not silly and thinking of croissants. Hope you enjoyed Schmiles

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Hello! I saw that you accepted applications and here I have one for you! Maybe a bat! Eddie x reader with some anguish, this would be where he gets trapped in his bat form for a long time while his cute girlfriend takes care of him like a baby but at the same time misses the human eddie..., I don't know if I can explain, and then bat! Eddie sees that other boys come to her to invite her out and he feels bad for being small and not being like before but well, reader continues to love him whether he is a bat or not.

OMG OMG ❤❤

(sorry for my bad english :( )

To say that Eddie looked irritated was an understatement, he was beyond that.

Ever since the Upside Down incident, where he nearly died, Eddie has experienced firsthand the consequences of his survival and it comes down to him turning into a literal bat. With wings, fur and a long snout.

The only thing that kept him from going into a deep spiral was you and your friends, but mostly you.

You've been taking care of him since you found out what happened.

At first you were skeptical that little animal in Dustin's hands was, in fact, your boyfriend and neither Eddie - or Dustin - could blame you.

Luckily you had an open mind and allowed Dustin to explain what really had happened that crazy week when you and Eddie couldn't see each other.

The truth behind the murders, the Upside Down, Vecna, the cracks in the city, Eleven and of course, the fact that Eddie turned into a bat after being bitten by something they called demobats.

It was a lot to take in and honestly to believe too, but Eddie looked at you with those big familiar brown eyes and it made you truly believe that that little bat was your Eddie.

He's been with you ever since. Everyone decided it would be best to find some way to get him back to normal before saying anything to his uncle, Wayne. The man certainly wasn't in a position to receive such news and honestly, Eddie preferred it that way - not knowing if he could handle his uncle's possible rejection.

You've all tried everything but, not being scientists or researchers, none of you knew what else to do but wait for it to get back to normal on its own.

Months went by and Eddie was always being treated very well by you. Fruits, cozy perches, cuddling, kisses on her little head and of course, the toothbrush that was now used to brush her fur.

It would be a paradise… If it didn't get to the point it has.

For the past few days Eddie has been thinking about his human form.

You were lying on the couch, with Eddie on your chest. Both of you watching a cheesy romance movie your mom had saved and seeing the happy, smiling couple on the other side of the screen made Eddie sigh.

As a bat, there were many things he could not or was limited to do.

He missed walking around on his own two feet, opening the fridge for a beer, smoking weed, talking to people, playing his guitar, planning a D&D campaign and of course hugging you, kissing your lips, feeling your touch on his hair and hands, dance with you... He missed all of that and more.

You tried so hard to take care of him and understand his squeaks that, apparently, it only made sense to him. Meanwhile, Eddie couldn't do much for you and that frustrated him a lot of the time.

He tries to make up for this by working hard to be a good boy and cheer you up like he used to. He pinches your fingers gently and when it makes you laugh, he licks them lovingly trying to show his love for you. He greets you when you come home from work and brings you little flowers when you two go for a walk.

But that wasn't the worst part, not really. The worst part is having to watch other guys flirt with you and Eddie not being able to do anything about it.

The first time this happened, Eddie came out of your pocket and flew after the guy, squealing as loud as he could. You had to run with Eddie out of there before that guy called security, afraid he would be taken away for being an unconventional — and possibly dangerous — pet.

Since then he has watched at a disadvantage when someone approaches you and tries to get your attention. You being such a sweet person, just kindly refuse advances and usually get insulted after leaving for another location.

Eddie doesn't like it, but he can't do anything. He's not a human anymore and this makes him sad and angry.

Today was no different.

You were shopping together, it's one of the few times Eddie manages to keep quiet in your pocket and only sticks his furry little head out when you're away from the crowd and "talking" to each other.

You moved through the aisles, picking up everything you needed before heading to the fruit baskets.

You and Eddie were in the middle of a conversation about which apples and bananas to bring when a random guy approached you.

At first he was being friendly, giving you tips on which fruits are fresher than others and how to make a delicious fruit salad - Eddie felt his little tummy growl. The conversation flowed before the man started flirting with you and following you down other hallways.

This ended with you kindly dismissing him and him leaving hurling insults at you and saying "You bitchs are all the same".

You and Eddie got in the car and drove home. On the way he couldn't help but notice your eyes glazed over with unshed tears and the sight only made Eddie's little heart sink deeper.

That was a few hours ago.

Now you were in the kitchen. You looking at him with worried eyes as you observe that he doesn't even care about the piece of banana you are offering him.

"Eddie, honey. What happened? Aren't you hungry?" - you asked him trying, again, to offer the banana.

Eddie looked at the food in front of him and shifted his attention to the nothing again, he let out a light squeak that was more like a sigh.

"Love?…" - you tried to persuade, putting the banana aside and lightly caressing her little ears. "Are you going to tell me what made you like this?".

Eddie turned his eyes to you, he moved to sit on your palm and you brought him closer to your face, still stroking his little head.

He spread his little wings and grabbed your finger, pressing his little cheek against your skin and looking at you with those big worried, sad little eyes.

He squeaks.

"Are you worried about what that asshole say from earlier?" - he nodded. "Oh Eddie, you don't have to worry about that, it's ok" - you smiled at him gently.

Eddie squeaked again and looked away, looking more upset than before. You felt him squeeze your finger tighter.

"Eds…" - he looked at you again, glazed eyes. "I love you, only you. Even though you're a bat, you're still you and that's enough for me" - you caressed his cheek smiling.

Eddie seemed to smile back - his best attempt at a smile at least - and turned his muzzle to hide his tearful little face on your finger. He pinches you lightly and then licks your finger, before letting more licks up your nose.

"I really, really love you"

"I love you too, my love. So much" - you whispered just to him and kissed his little head gently.

You smile when he squeals happily.

#bat!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #let's talk about bat!eddie !!#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #bat eddie munson #bat!eddie x reader

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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Hello Lavender I recently came across your page your writing is wonderful and I love it. May I request demon The lost boys + Micheal x nun reader smut very smutty if your up for it. I can’t wait to read this wonderful story you have planned out :).

Mary On A Cross 🛐

David/Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Michael/Female!Reader

Summary: Just because you're a holy woman on sacred ground doesn't mean you're safe from the temptations of Hell. The true test of your faith will be when five demons come to play~

Thank you @xxryn for the writing request! I appreciate your patience. This came out so much longer than I planned. I'm not Catholic (or even religious for that matter), but I did a lot of research about the church and nuns. Forgive me if some stuff isn't accurate.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Dub Con, Nun!Reader, Female!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Sex Dreams, Temptation, Religion Kink, Shame, Confessions, Prayer, Demons/Incubus, Teratophilia, Flirting, Pet Names, Groping, Pretending to be a priest, Sex on an Altar, Sex in a church, Group Sex, Vaginal Sex, Taking virginity, Nippleplay, Licking, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Clit rubbing, Mutual masturbation, Circle jerk, Dirty Talk, Praying, Creampie, Sex feeding

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession. These are my sins.”

You really felt like a failure for having to do this, but it was absolutely necessary. The struggles you were dealing with had worsened recently, and you feared that your will was being tested. Still, you had to be strong. That was why you were in the confessional, sharing your sins with the hidden priest.

For as long as you could remember, you were devoted to your religion. It was a significant part of your life growing up. You attended many christenings, weddings, and funerals held at your family’s church of choice. Rain or shine, you went every Sunday to sing and pray. Your teen years were a balancing act between academic life and your duties for the church. Every authority figure in your life praised you for being such a good kid.

So that’s what you decided to devote yourself to as an adult. You knew nothing of life besides faith, so you followed the path to becoming a nun. It was no small task to complete, yet you were more than dedicated. You gave up your luxuries, promised your vows, and joined your convent to live a humble life that was fully devoted to God. It was hard work, yet you handled it with ease.

That was, until recently.

Temptations had begun to creep into your daily life, attempting to slip into the cracks of your spirit and corrupt your very soul. Though such things would seem normal to an average person, you were a woman of God. You had to be disciplined, and you knew the smallest tests of faith could spiral out of control.

It had started with rather sensual dreams that you had in the dead of night. Every time you slipped into a deep slumber, visions of handsome men and bare bodies danced around in your mind. They whispered lewd promises and sang out the most depraved moans you’d ever heard. The first time you had such a dream, you had woken with a start, completely drenched in sweat. You were sure you were ill with some kind of fever.

But it didn’t stop after that.

It was a bit different each time. Sometimes you saw a blond. Other times it was a brunet. One night, the voices promised to be gentle and make love to you. The next night, the voices demanded to fuck you like a wild animal. It made your head spin with each passing night. Though you never really remembered the faces when you woke up, you always had a dripping heat in between your legs. Cold showers had certainly become your friend.

The shame you felt was getting worse. Everything you knew about sex was from the educational courses in school long ago. That, and there were some rather colorful remarks made by the boys whenever you wore a skirt to class. Such temptations never swayed you before, but this time was different.

You desperately tried to pour yourself into your work. You chanted plenty of Hail Marys, spent hours each day praying and read the bible over and over again. Whenever a charity event was planned, you were the hardest worker involved. Your fellow nuns were so proud of the work you did, yet you still held a pang of guilt deep inside.

That’s why you were confessing these sins today. You shared these erotic dreams with the intention of clearing your conscience.

“I cannot silence these dreams, Father,” you said in exasperation. “It has gotten to a point where I can feel my mind slipping back to them during the day. Whenever I try to do my work for God, I see these images of lust and I feel...dirty.”

“I see. While you are a faithful woman to God, it is important to remember that you are still human. We all have temptations that make us stray from the path, but we all find our way in the end,” the priest explained to you. “In fact, you truly have not done anything wrong for these are visions beyond your control. After all, you have not done anything to act on such desires.”

Your stomach twisted with guilt. It reminded you of your days of youth when you confessed to silly things like sneaking a treat from the cookie jar or lying to your parents about where you went with your friends after school. You never did anything truly wild, but the guilt made you feel small and weak.

“That’s the problem, Father. I...like those dreams. I find myself wanting to act on the desires they give me. Wanting to experience that pleasure...oh God, help me, I’m so ashamed...”

Every time you dreamed of sexual conquests beyond your wildest imaginations, you felt the need to quench your thirst grow stronger and stronger. There was a time long ago when you had realized how good it felt to rub yourself on your pillow, but you were too scared of the consequences to complete your pleasure. The temptation to explore your body and satisfy the lustful ache was worsening.

“My child,” the priest interrupted your thoughts. “You are not alone in this world. There will always be love and appreciation for who you are. These dreams are a test for you, nothing more. A test of what you are truly capable of. It may be scary, but you must have faith in yourself. Perhaps you will find that you will become stronger than you ever imagined. It will all be okay in the end; I can promise you that.”

You exhaled, still wary of what you were experiencing, but feeling a lot better thanks to the kind words of the priest who listened to your confession. There was genuine care in his voice, and you appreciated him for not being judgmental of your struggle.

"Should you find yourself facing the temptation again, come to the sacred ground of the church so you can share these struggles alone with God. You may find that solitude will provide the clarity you need to overcome this challenge and come out stronger than ever."

That was certainly something you could do. With a hail Mary and a thank you to the priest, you stepped out of the confessional. You would keep his words of guidance in mind as you went about your duties for the day.

With the moon shining down to bring another beautiful night, it was time to sleep. Your plain, white nightgown was draped over your frame, ready to keep you warm and safe during the hours of slumber. You prayed before tucking yourself in, asking for a dreamless sleep.

Though as you shut your eyes and drifted off, that prayer was swiftly proven to go ignored.

It was so innocent at first. Nothing but pure silence in your dreams as you rest. Then the familiar forms of your frequent visitors appeared before you. They weren’t entirely clear in your vision, but you knew these were the men you had seen night after night. One stood out more than the others, a faded image of platinum hair and a long coat. Even with his face hidden, you knew he was smirking. He always was.

“She’s ready for us,” he purred. His voice was muffled as if he was speaking underwater. A gloved hand reached out to you, caressing the side of your face. Even in your sleep, the sensation felt so real. It made you want to squirm away, but your body remained paralyzed.

“Now now, my pet. Do not fight us. We’ve waited for this night for so long.”

The other figures moved closer, each moving to a different side of you. They trapped you in a circle, hovering over you. You could not see their eyes, but you certainly could feel them watching you. Never before had you felt so vulnerable.

Playful giggles teased your ears, mocking you as their hands caressed your body. Still, your ability to move was taken away and you could not get yourself to wake up. The more these figures played with you, the stronger your fear became.

You were under their control, up until the moment when the leader of this nefarious gang of dream monsters finally revealed his eyes to you. Yellow. Sickly yellow in a sea of red.

“It’s time to wake up.”

The spell was broken, and your eyes shot open. Your body was free and immediately shot up in a panicked jolt as your senses finally came back. Goosebumps were littered across your skin and your heart was pumping faster than ever. Those hands that touched you. They felt so real. Like it wasn’t in a dream.

That wasn’t the scariest part though. What truly struck fear into your heart was how wet you were. The slick in between your legs could not be ignored. Your thighs clenched together, trying to fight off the tingling sensation that taunted you so. Even though the dream frightened you, it enticed you as well. The battle for maintaining your status as a holy woman was still going on.

You had to fight for your faith.

With a toss of your bed sheets, you slipped on your shoes and dressed in your robe and habit. A bible was held in one hand and your rosary beads in the other. The cover of darkness cloaked you as you maneuvered around corridors and corners, making your way to the church.

You knew the path well. Day and night you prayed away in the church of your convent. It was a place of safety, and seeing the familiar statues and stained glass when you opened the doors immediately washed away most of your fears. The soft glow of candlelight beckoned you, giving a warm welcome as you kneeled in front of the altar. With the sign of the cross, you prayed.

“Lord, with your bright and open heart, forgive me for showing darkness to the light. Putting my back, to what is right was wrong, and I have sinned against you. Forgive me, O merciful one, because I have relished my wrongs and I am sorry for what I have done. Lord I am ready to continue following in your footsteps. Take me from the dark. Hear me now, O lord. Amen.”

Satisfied with your prayer, you basked in the silence of the church, taking the time to think about what you had done. You were strong. You were devoted.

But you certainly weren’t alone.

“Now what's so bad about the dark~?”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of a voice speaking to you. It wasn’t across the room, but rather right behind you. Turning your head around, you were face to face with a visitor in your church. A man towered above your kneeling form, dark clothes draped over him, and hair striking platinum.

This man was so very familiar. Though you didn’t know who he was, your gut was telling you that this was someone you had seen night after night. Still, you couldn’t believe such a thing. Surely, this was not the one that danced around in your dreams. It had to be some kind of coincidence.

“Wh-who are you, Sir?” you questioned timidly. With your eyes locked on the man, you rose to your feet, clutching your rosary as tightly as possible.

The closer you got to him, the better you could study his features. He was a truly beautiful man. Stubbled cheeks and icy blue eyes. You were a celibate woman, but you were still human. The priest you spoke to had reminded you of such a thing when you went into confession. Still, you would not be swayed.

“Why, my sweet little darling, don’t you recognize me?”

Your heart dropped in your chest. The blood in your veins went ice cold. This couldn’t possibly be happening.

“I think she’s shy, David.”

The new voice immediately made you jump in fright, as it was spoken right next to you. While clinging to your chest, you looked to the side to find a man with dark hair and eyes gazing intensely at you. Where on Earth did he come from?

“I think you’re right, Dwayne. What’s goin’ on with her, Paul?”

To the other side, a shorter man with flowing curls of gold eyed you hungrily. There was pure wickedness in his hazel eyes, and you did not like that at all.

“Wait a minute, who wants to know, Marko?”

Another. Right behind you. A shriek came from your mouth as you spun around, coming face to face with a blond-haired, blue-eyed man lounging casually on the altar. The four strangers snickered at your reaction, clearly amused by your fear.

This really wasn’t good. You were a woman all alone in the church, surrounded by four incredibly intimidating men. There was no way any good could come out of such a situation. All you could do was grasp at the cross around your neck and pray to God to show you mercy.

The one they called David took your hand, moving you so you would face him again. His smirk grew wider as he brought your hand up, kissing the back of it. The way his beard scratched at your soft skin made you feel dizzy. A twinkle danced in his eye, no doubt from the amusement of how timidly you reacted to such a gesture.

“We’ve been visiting you night after night, my dear,” he cooed. “Surely you would recognize the sounds of lust we sang to you while you slept~”

Before you could even get a word out, the other three men pushed in closer to you. They each moaned and whispered lewdly, perfectly clear for you to listen. Your cheeks flushed at the sounds, completely overwhelmed. All the while, David watched with delight.

“I...STOP! Stop it!” you cried out. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not welcome here!”

“Awww that’s not true, sweetheart,” Paul giggled behind you. “Aren’t all God’s kids welcome and all that?”

“I dunno, Paulie. We’re not exactly related to ‘God’. Quite the opposite,” Marko added.

Something about that made your stomach churn. There was something far more sinister in what he meant. You trembled as the boys traded looks with one another. They surely weren’t up to any good. You were about to find out just how dangerous they truly were.

“I think it’s about time we show you exactly who...or rather what we are~” David smirked.

You didn’t know what to expect by such a confusing statement. It was only when the blue in David’s eyes faded away and the glow of gold took its place that you realized how grave the situation was. They were the same demonic eyes you saw before you awoke.

And the transformation only got worse.

Before your very eyes, David and the other boys morphed into inhuman creatures. Their figures towered higher and their hands stretched out longer, talon-like claws growing from the tips. They salivated with mouthfuls of fangs. The clothes on their bodies faded into mere clouds of smoke, leaving their beautiful figures completely bare. Without the clothing, they had the freedom to show what they had been hiding behind their backs.

Deep, crimson wings unfurled from their shoulders, stretching out to present their truly massive size. The shape and form mimicked that of bats, only far more jagged and sharp in appearance. Impish tails slithered out as well, slithering across the ground much like snakes.

You were speechless. Horrified. Demons were right here in your church, completely surrounding you. Your body felt hollow, nothing but the void of dread swallowing you whole. There wasn’t even strength in your voice to scream.

If it weren’t for the doors of the church opening up at the other side of the church, you would have been paralyzed with fear for eternity. Your prayers must have been answered because a priest was standing in the doorway. Young and strong, just the hero you needed.

"HELP ME, FATHER!" you screamed out, finding the strength to push past the demons and sprint straight into the holy man's arms.

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding you close. You already felt much safer in his embrace. His voice seemed familiar. Comforting.

"There are demons! Real, unholy demons on sacred ground!" you cried out. He held you tighter as you hid from the sight of the monsters. "You must perform an exorcism at once! Please!!"

The priest soothed you, holding you close to his chest. Demonic laughter taunted your fears. You couldn’t understand why they were so powerful in a church, but you had faith in the priest and his ability to cast them out. They had to be vulnerable in some way.

“I’m so sorry. I really am. Please forgive me...”

Before you could even ask what he was apologizing for, David spoke out to him directly.

“You did your job, Michael. Get out of that ridiculous disguise and bring our little lady over here.”

In a flash, your heart stopped in your chest. The man who you thought was coming to your rescue was one of the monsters. He proved it as much as he transformed before your very eyes. His chest and arms shifted around you morphing into unnatural length. The priest disguise faded away and his own pair of demon wings stretching outward.

Gazing into his glowing eyes, you could swear there was still a human glint remaining. Perhaps his guilt was true for betraying you. Still, that certainly didn’t stop him from lifting you up into his arms and holding you tightly so he could carry you back toward his beastly friends.

“NO! God in Heaven, save me!!” you screamed out, striking Michael’s chest with your fists in vain.

“God ain’t here, babydoll~” Dwayne chuckled.

“We’re the only beings you’re gonna worship now~” Paul added.

Your body trembled as the five beings watched you carefully. They were so much bigger and stronger compared to you. When David reached forward to caress your cheek, you winced, fearful of how easily he could hurt you.

“C’mon, darling girl, there’s no need to be frightened,” he cooed. Michael passed you to him, whispering another apology before letting you go. David smiled down at you as he carried you up the steps that you had been kneeling on just moments ago.

“We’re not here to hurt you. Nor are we here to bring you to Hell. That’s not the kinda thing we do with humans~”

He nodded towards Marko, silently signaling the curly-haired demon to clear the items at the altar so he had space to put you down. The man smirked with delight before swiping his claws over the table, letting the holy objects clatter to the floor below.

You felt utterly dirty being laid down over the altar from the look of mischievousness in his eyes. There was a growing fear of just what would he would do. How could you possibly trust his word to not bring you any harm?

“My brothers and I are very special demons,” he explained. You whined as his clawed fingers gripped at your habit. That too was tossed aside, letting your hair become exposed. “We are incubi. Do you know what that is, dear?”

As a matter of fact, you did.

They were creatures that fed on the desires of man. Usually, they manifested in dreams and had “sex” with their victims as a way to obtain their energy. Now all of those dirty images you dreamt of made sense. They were the monsters that tempted you so with lust. ��

“I’m sorry, honey. David’s kind of mean about these things,” Michael chimed in. He was perched at the other side of the altar, fingers petting your hair as an act of kindness. “I told you, they are nothing to be ashamed of. We’re more than happy to give you the things you want. We feel good when you feel good.”

Now you were really upset. You looked at Michael with disgust in your heart.

“You....you monster! I trusted you! I didn’t talk to an actual priest! My sins....oh they haven’t been forgiven...”

While you wept in fear and frustration, the other boys crowded. Though you wanted to scream out in terror, you silenced yourself when you found no danger in their touch. The boys shushed and cooed in your ears, kissing and massaging you while David and Michael still held you down.

They were demons. Monsters that would surely destroy you. And yet, their touch made you feel....good. Amazing, in fact. You had never experienced the embrace of a lover, yet they were far more delightful than you had anticipated.

Surely it was their power influencing you. Clouding your judgment.

“We’re still good on our word, darling. Our very nature is to bring pleasure to beauties such as yourself~”

David's fingers traced over your hipbones, teasing you before slinking over your inner thighs. Though you tensed at how close he was getting, the others lulled you back into your sense of calm.

“We’ve had our eyes on you for quite some time now. We sent little Michael here to act as our eyes and ears and study you better. You are truly an adorable thing. Sweet. Innocent. Virginal.”

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his hands slipped under your robe, claws pulling at your underwear. You shivered as the fabric slipped down your legs. All around you, the boys eyed the garment with hunger, no doubt getting anxious to divulge in your body.

“We don’t just want to take you, my dear,” David whispered. You shook terribly as he grabbed at your legs, opening them up like the gates of Heaven. He was pressed up against your lower body, teasing you with his length. This was really happening.

You were going to lose your virginity to a demon. God would never forgive you for this, but your body would never want to forget it.

“Tonight, we’re going to make you our bride. And that means....consummating the marriage~”

The last thing you heard before he sunk in was the devious laughter of his demon brothers. Immediately, your back arched and your cunt clenched, so unfamiliar with such a sensation. To your shock, he slid in easily, despite being so massive. You hadn’t realized how soaked you were up until that very moment. God, you really had been so blind to how much you wanted this.

“Fuuuuuck, this pussy is perfect,” David growled, his voice far too low and distorted to be human. The others watched in delight, each enjoying the show. Still, they didn’t forget about you.

Dwayne’s tongue and teeth played with the skin of your neck, finding patterns that made you squeal the loudest. Marko’s hands lewdly groped you through your robe, pinching the sensitive nipples underneath to make them stand out. Paul joined David’s work, nimble fingers traveling down over your clit to start a circling motion. It reminded you of your previous experience with experimentation.

Michael was truly the sweetest out of them all. He held your face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss you. He wasn’t a deviant like the others. There was genuine romance in the way he kissed. It gave you that fluttery sensation in your stomach that your friends in school had talked about.

“Are you frightened now, my little love?” David asked, watching you closely.

“I....ooooh..mm!!....a....l-little...” you mewled. He filled you so deeply, it was impossible to concentrate on anyone but him. “Oh....I’ll tr-truly be sent to Hell....for th-this....”

That made the others giggle playfully. You had broken your vow to God, and they were enjoying every moment of it.

“Aww dontcha worry, babygirl,” Dwayne cooed in between licks.

“Why don’t you say one of your prayers?” Marko suggested, flashing a fanged grin.

“I’m sure God will forgive you for getting your cunt filled in a church if ya do~” Paul teased as he picked up the pace, getting you to wiggle and sigh some more.

While your body was caught up in the intense pleasure, you got your mind back on the prayer you said every day. David threw your legs over his shoulders, pushing in deeper inside you. Seeing you so helpless was truly driving him wild.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.....Thy Kingdom come...oooh...Thy will be d-done in earth....A-As it is...nmmm!..in heaven..”

You prayed quietly, gripping tight to your rosary as David kept up his thrusting. He and the others were so wild, yet they worked so perfectly together. Your attempts to cling to your holy ways only added fuel to the fire within them. They each toyed with you more and more, hungry for you in all your innocent glory.

“Say it louder, pet,” David demanded. He struck your ass with a spank to further the point. “Be a good girl for us~”

“Give us this d-day...our....our daily bread...aaahh...and forgive us our trespasses, as w-we forgive those that trespass....f-fu..against us..!!”

There was something happening inside you. Something that you never experienced before. It was growing stronger by the minute, ready to consume your entire being. It made your mind go fuzzy, and it paired well with the fast thrusting of David’s cock. Your voices and sounds of sex echoed off the church walls.

“That’s it, sweetheart~” Michael whispered. He and the others had each begun to stroke themselves while David took you. The flush in your cheeks only got stronger when you saw their massive cocks around you. They all made the most vulgar sounds.

David was fucking you faster now, no doubt to chase his own rising pleasure. You didn’t know what would happen, but you wanted it.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...For....For thine is the kingdom, th-the power, and the gl...glory...For....e-ever and ever....Amen!”

By what was surely a miracle of God himself, you managed to finish your prayer. Just at the right time too, as your built-up desire finally overcame you, hitting you swiftly with pleasure.

“OOOhhh my God, David!!” you cried out for the demon. Your beautiful voice calling his name finally allowed the incubus to climax as well. He pushed himself in as much as he could, cumming deep within your sacred body. His brothers followed closely, all growling out while they marked you with their seed.

You shuddered from the unfamiliar sensation. It was so warm and gooey on your body, and it absolutely ruined your robes. Still, all you could truly think about was how amazing they looked after all of it. David, especially, was looking quite satisfied.

They hadn’t lied. You truly had an amazing time. If they weren’t monsters from Hell, you would have thought it was like being blessed by an angel. They certainly were beautiful enough to be such beings. But while you were feeling drowsy with how relaxed you were, the five of them had a newfound energy. After all, they technically had just fed.

And by the way they were licking their lips and eyeing you carefully, you had a strong feeling they wanted some dessert too.

“Ooooh you’re never getting rid of us now, sweet girl,” David purred. “We’re gonna have a hell of a night with our new wife~”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months

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Wake Up

Kappa x fem reader

Summary : A happy evening with your family comes to an end and you peacefully fall asleep in your bed. But for the time being you don't notice a break-in by a certain cult leader, nor do you notice how a hand wanders over your body again and again, a body presses itself against you and then you open your eyes...wake up.

warning : +18, minors don't interact or read, smut, p in v, somnophilia, drugging, druges sex, some humping, blood kink, knife play, kissing, biting, non consensual sex, the whole story is non consensual, afab reader

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Info : So it's finally done and it was a hell lot to write but it's done yeahhh :) So get all you Kappa juices and have fun reading oh and please mind the tags :)

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It had been a lavish evening. They had all gone on a family outing together. An outing that was much needed during all this. She had missed her parents and siblings and her parents and siblings had missed her. It was a prepared trip during her college holidays.

It seemed too long that she had seen her family. In the evening, they went to the cinema, which had a preview of the latest technological inventions. Which, much to her delight, also showed new things about space.

Space surrounded them at all times and was somehow like an embrace for the earth. The endless vastness of space in which her father was now partly. But it didn't bother her, she knew he had important work to do.

It was at least a working environment in which she wanted to work. Whether as a stronaut, researcher, biologist or with technological things. She had a goal and knew it in the endless beautiful dark space.

But even though her "father" was now somehow with her as a robot, that didn't bother her either. Her siblings sometimes still tried to understand how it worked.

How her father tried to explain it to the two younger ones and it usually ended in a confused fit of laughter. But no matter how funny, confusing or even adored her family was. She loved them with all her heart.

The evening only got better after they left the cinema and went to the restaurant. A small but expensive good restaurant where they got a table and spent a few more hours.

They ate well and drank well, at least she had overdone it a little. But she wanted to celebrate that she was almost finished with her thesis, was back with her family and just wanted to let herself go a little.

Which is why the family were all slightly exhausted and especially tired when they arrived home. ,,So you sleep in the guest room," she heard her mother say, holding the door open for her daughter. ,,Thanks mom" she mumbled and gave her mother a kiss that was slightly shaky but it only made her smile. ,,Night, star!" she heard her father call from her siblings' room, putting them to bed. Laying down in bed and giving her mother a thankful look, the older woman closed the door.

Snuggling into the pillows and blankets, she was glad to sleep here again. Finally to be with her family again. Before she closed her eyes for a few moments and fell asleep.

She didn't notice anything of the horror that was about to hit her. She was too deeply asleep for that and didn't hear how the window broke and things were knocked over. She didn't hear how the cult group broke into the house and helped themselves to alcohol.

Didn't hear how her father woke up indirectly and crept downstairs. The disaster would take its course and soon ruin would befall her family. The student did not hear Kappa ask if anyone else was there and beat her father relentlessly.

Before the leader's eyes fell on the family photo, he tilted his head and laughed. ,,A pretty flower," he muttered, taking the knife with him as he scratched across the walls. He had his target, he had chosen it. His flower.

When Data's hammer struck her father's head again to quell his warning cries. But it was too late, the black-haired man had built himself into a spiral of intoxication.

A mix of drugs, alcohol and lust. And he wanted to satisfy all three things today. Whether with violence or without was up to her.

The doors of the rooms on the upper level opened one after the other. All until he had reached his destination. ,,Are you asleep already?" he purred and knocked on her door before waiting for an answer, which did not come.

His eyes rolling as his flower did not cooperate, he went into her room. It was dark, the light from the streetlamps was shining through the curtains and he could make out the outline of the room.

He found his way around and when his bright eyes landed on the sleeping body in the bed. ,,So you are asleep after all" he thought and smirked as he walked closer to the bed. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the sleeping woman for a moment. She slept soundly as if she had taken something.

Sleeping pills or alcohol? No matter what it was, she didn't notice that someone had joined her next to her. She pulled the loose blanket off her body and the nightgown appeared underneath.

If you could call it a nightgown at all, the fabric was clearly visible even in the low light. ,,What pretty blossoms," he purred and ran his hand over her head.

Stroked the soft hair and played with a strand, twisting it between his fingers, which already had blood and the dark liquid of the robot on them. He leaned down slightly and caught the fruity smell of her shampoo. Heaving a sigh of relief, he moved his nose from her hair to her face.

Nestled against her for a moment, enjoying her warmth, her beauty, letting himself be intoxicated by her self, her worthless state. While his mind was already thinking of all the possibilities he could do to her.

She was like his puppet not like his followers he could connive around if he wanted to. No she was like a puppet to manoeuvre his and use his as he wished. An aroused imagination. An imagination that he felt was slowly making him hard.

A pleasant shudder ran through him as he pressed himself against her. Playing the big spoon while his other hand, still holding the knife, ran over her body.

The tip of the cold knife ran over the thin nub and despite the poor light he saw the red stripes. He ran his fingers over it and felt the heat of the superficial scratch. A slight moan came from his lips as he pushed his hardness lightly against her back.

The brief arousal just a little taste of what was to come. But what he had was what he got from her. ,,Fuck you're going to be so good for me" he murmured and as his hand continued to draw strings with the knife his free hand went to her breasts.

Pushing down the nightgown and sliding it under her breasts so that they were automatically free, he got another piece of his flower.

His hand began to massage her breasts which seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. His pulse increased for a moment as he heard a soft sigh from her lips. ,,I knew you'd like it," he smirked and continued to massage her breasts while his lips left kisses on her neck.

The knife that was still dragging the strands around was directed at the fabric before you heard it rip. She had blossomed, her flower lying completely bare beside him. ,,So beautiful" he purred and pulled the excess clothing from her body and felt her body against him.

Warm and soft, alive and his. His for at least the next few long moments. He heard the goosebumps on her body rise to escape the cold that had easily reached her through the fabric and she pressed herself closer to him.

His cock produced further waves of arousal and he continued to rub against her. He felt his lust for her increasing more and more and finally had her completely to himself.

He could already feel the first drops of pleasure beginning to form a small spot. ,,,Fuck-blossom...you're doing things" he gasped and continued to rub himself against her for a few more moments, hearing her gasp again and again. She felt something happening to her body but in her mind it was just a nice dream. Nothing more, nothing less. But leading him it was like the main prize.

Before he repositioned himself he bit up her leg until he heard her groan and try to pull her leg away. Her body tried to move away but he pulled her back against him. ,,Don't run away sweetie" he murmured over her skin and licked almost apologetically over the bites moving up her leg.

He smirked as he reached her red panties and chuckled that she was already slightly damp from his touch. The smell of her sex in the mix of drugs and alcohol seemed to make him feel even better. Letting his nose brush her middle for a moment, he caught her scent.

He felt how he would have liked to run his tongue over her middle and his cock twitched at the thought. A moan escaped his lips as he let go of her middle and put his lips on her nipples.

Kisses and bites on the sensitive areas left him aware of how her body was bucking up every now and then to reach out to him. But with every further action on his part, more reactions were triggered in her. Actions that drove him to have her for himself.

He felt her rubbing her hips against him and wanting more of the excitement. ,,Can't stand it, huh?" he asked her and kissed his way from her breasts over her body again when he reached her centre.

Listening into the house for the last time, he heard nothing but the voices of his followers. Nothing that could have kept him from her. His fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties and pulled them over her legs.

Carefully but hastily pulling them over her ankles and inhaling her scent. Feeling her body move again and her understanding seem to shift slowly. Shifting into a different state.

Her scent, her sex seemed to make his mouth water again and he licked his lips. Placed himself a little further down and bit his way up her legs again. harder and harder he saw how he left marks and imprints.

Cresting her centre, he ran his fingers through her soft slightly wet lips, slightly trembling with excitement. Watching the slightly translucent slightly white sticky substance stick to his fingers. He heard her moan as she tried to close her legs. Ignoring her for a moment he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

Sucked her juice from his fingers and it was better than any drug. ,,Fuck...sugar-" he started and was about to finish his sentence when he saw her body move again and her eyes flutter open. ,,Wh-What?" he heard her soft muffled murmur as she slowly opened her eyes and confusion still moved through her mind.

Confusion that didn't yet understand why she was hot and cold at the same time, why she was disgusted. But most of all why there was another person in her bed.

Opening her mouth and taking a breath to scream, he was already pressing his hand over her mouth and the cold knife was against her neck. ,,One sound, one scream or one noise that could alert the police, sweetie, and that's inside you...understand?" he said after a short pause, seeing tears gathering in her eyes and her pulse increasing under the knife.

But she nodded her agreement and he slowly took the knife a few centimetres from her neck. ,,Now kiss me," he ordered and in a look that could not have been more insane, she hesitantly did what he asked. Her hands ran lightly over his body for fear it would get worse.

They held on to him lightly before she put her lips on his. But barely touched, he bit down and made her yelp, which was accompanied by a whimper.

His tongue entered her mouth and he seemed to enjoy it more than she did. Even though she had realised her arousal, the throbbing between her thighs and the slight tingling on her nipples.

She knew that it had been much longer than she had thought, that he had not just broken into her room. How long had he been making love to her? He had exercised his lust on her and feasted on her, and she didn't seem to feel the pain of the bites and red strands.

After a few moments, Kappa broke away from the kiss, a small, shimmering thread of saliva connecting them almost like something super-erotic as he reached into his pocket. ,,Now we'll have some real fun," he murmured and tilted his head slightly as he showed her the small colourful pill. A pill with a Smiely face punched on it and yet she knew what it was.

She had been drinking alcohol for a while and smoking weed when things got too stressful, but never anything stronger. She didn't really want to, her fantasy was enough, the sex she'd had so far was perfect enough. But now?

How different could sex be with a stranger in her bed on drugs and a knife? Reluctantly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out slightly, the black-haired man smirked in passing, enjoying her reaction, and lowered the knife slightly.

Only to let it slide over her body again in a circular motion as he watched her take the tablet into her mouth. He had placed it on her tongue and waited a few seconds before he suddenly pushed two fingers into her mouth.

Making a choking sound and wanting to protest, she only felt the knife suddenly go deeper over her skin and a small trickle of blood flowed down her stomach. ,,Good girl," he praised, watching as she sucked on his fingers and let her tongue roam over them, making them as wet as possible.

While he bent down slightly, hands still in her mouth, and licked the blood from her body. Taking in as much of it as he could and sucking it lightly.

It only excited him more the mix of alcohol, drugs and her blood coupled with her sex was just too intoxicating. ,,You don't know what you're doing to me," he smirked and wiped away her tears with his hand holding the knife.

Kappa saw the fear in her eyes as the knife came closer to her face and he took his fingers out of her mouth. Her saliva shone lightly on his fingers in the slightly lighter room due to the time that had passed.

But they still had plenty of time before it got light and the sun rose. ,,Relax sugar...it's going to be good" he chuckled and gurgled as he winked and pressed one last kiss to her lips before kissing his way down her body one last time while running his moistened fingers between her thighs.

He felt her tense for a moment and exhaled in surprise as he inserted his fingers inside her. Moving them and preparing her for what was to come because he was sure she needed it. He had his experiences of how it could go but he was not a complete inhuman.

He saw her avoiding his gaze, he liked to watch her, to see how she would react. She as a human being and not a machine that only reproduced emotions. ,,You have pretty eyes," he murmured and saw her blink several times before she nodded almost apathetically. So the drug was beginning to work, a joyful realisation for him and for her.

Before he leaned towards her again, he forced her into another kiss that was clearly more reciprocal than the one before. The fear had left her body and was replaced with complete relaxation.

But the look, that certain something in her gaze, the knowing that he was there, that it wasn't a dream. That was what turned him on. He used his fingers one last time to prepare her for him before he took off his trousers and threw them carelessly into the room.

He saw her gulp when she saw his aroused cock and he smirked again before pressing himself against her. He felt her shudder as their genitals rubbed against each other. ,,Ready sugar" he murmured in her ear and took the knife from her body for a moment.

Giving her even a moment before he positioned himself properly and her laziewes nod was a yes and entered her. A moan of praise came from his lips as he lost himself completely for a moment in the feeling of having her around him.

Her throaty moan reached his ears and she relaxed back into the pillows, easily coping with the situation. ,,Fuck-ah...sweetie you're tighter than I thought...fuck that feels good" he moaned throatily and his drug and alcohol addled brain seemed barely able to think straight. But this was mutual as she had also caught the drugs completely by now.

He began to thrust into her, addicted to the feeling of ecstasy and lust, wanting more and needing it. To move until he found the rhythm that brought him just that.

But her pleasurable noises also increased through the room while her hands searched for hold. His rhythm gave her what she wanted under drugs, what her body needed her mind made her believe that she needed it more and more, It seemed almost like his personal music the mix of her lust and his.

A mix that conducted them both. He felt her fingernails scratching his arms, his shirt shifting with all the movement. Her red strands replaced his own, his knife for a moment, and he enjoyed it.

He enjoyed the pain and engaged her in another more intimate kiss, muffling her noises for a moment. ,,So good" he heard her mumble and saw the unnaturally dilated pupils that must have resembled his. He lost himself in her lust-veiled gaze as he felt her legs wrap around his waist again and again.

Her moans and pleas increased in incomprehensible words and he took her voice away again and again and kissed her. Not seeming to get enough of her, he let his hand wander over her body with the knife.

With every stroke he caused, every little trickle of blood that ran from the small cuts, it excited them both more and more. Causing both of them another intoxication.

A rush in which he continued to lick the blood from her house, incomprehensibly drugged, telling her how good she was. Trying to get more from him more and more to have. While she pulled him more and more and ran her hands over his body. Tangled in his hair and she demanded him stronger and stronger.

He followed this and increased his thrusts, letting her pull his hair lightly while the cold metal ran over her body again and again. He let his lips wander over her body more and more often. Biting until a throaty mix of scream and lust came from her throat.

Her legs closed tighter around his waist and he felt himself coming closer to his climax and she closer to hers. ,,Ah-wanna see you" he moaned and put his free hand to her neck forcing her to look at him. Saw how her half-open eyes, also filled with exhaustion, fixed on him.

He felt her swallow, she pulled him against her one last time and he sealed his and her last screams in a kiss as they both climaxed. Her fingers clung to him convulsively and he sank his teeth into her neck, demanding blood from her one last time.

He felt her completely let go, relax and sink into the pillows, her eyes closing and her body falling into a sleep. ,,Told you...it would be good" he murmured and looked at her sleeping body as he pulled out of her. In the brightening light he saw some cum leak out of her and wiped it away with his fingers. He grabbed his clothes and took the knife to sort himself out.

Before he ran his fingers through her hair one last time and planted a kiss on her head. ,,Thank you flower," he murmured with a giggle and pulled the blanket over her used sleeping body before her door opened and closed again.

The cult had taken their victims that night and it was only a matter of time before she would find the other unnatural robot. Or he would meet his new favourite flower again. Another night, he was sure, would.

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pedge-page · 5 months

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Feelin a little ⚡️sadistic⚡️today and decided to write an alternate future ending for the Cravings series. This is not part of their canon story, but this one would hypothetically take place after Insatiable as a more realistic turnout. This isn’t a continuation because frankly I don’t have a satisfying, or even full ending to this. Its just a thought.

If you liked the ending of Insatiable and want to remain happy with it, DO NOT READ THIS. This is for masochistic peeps who want some heartbreak.

Warnings: only brief mentions of smut but otherwise, this just a downward spiral of worse case scenarios. Some warnings are spoilers so the only one I’m going to list here is drug use and toxic behavior.— I also did very little research here on actual repercussions of drug charges, rehab, or anything really, so please take all of it with less than a grain of salt and focus on the feels

Again DONT READ IF YOU LOVED THE ENDING TO INSATIABLE. this will ruin everything :)

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You stare at the empty apartment that had become your home for the last two years. That had been filled with so much love, so much laughter and joy. So much insatiable sex and warmth. It’s incredible how much more spacious the floor really is when all the furniture had been removed, how bright the walls really are without any hanging and photos. Despite its small size, it worked just perfectly for you and the man you love. Two years. Memories you could never swipe away despite the cold vacancy of the apartment now, even with the promise of a boundless and full future ahead.

Your hand gently caresses over the hefty bump that has made its own home in you for some months. You sooth your baby’s little kicks, smiling, a tear welling in your eye but you dare not shed it.

You were ready to start the next phase of your life. The one with a home to call your own, a front porch to rock your baby on, a full kitchen to make a true Thanksgiving feast, a bedroom suite, and then extra rooms for a growing family.

You were ready to start your life.

A life without Frankie Morales.

You should have known then. With the signs so blatantly evident, like quick temper, aggressive nature in his love making, obsessiveness over you, the jealousy. The way he took too much pride in constantly leaving marks on you. Subtle threats to other men who misinterpreted your kind smile and words as an invite. Forcing you to stay in bed, to take his cock deep into your battered cunt even when you were exhausted. You both thought your orgasms was your way of wanting more, even if the rest of your body protested. but he filled your ears with such sweet praise, touched you with a fervent love that made your heart flutter, adored you like no one else.

From the day you told him you loved him, you should have stopped then, seeing how far he had gone just without you. It wasn’t healthy to rely on someone like that. To say sober. Frankie’s dependence on you was…corrupt. It had been from the beginning.

You ignored it.

Then Frankie and the boys, including Tom which you were surprised by, were called down for a less than legit mission. Tom didn’t come home, and Frankie, the one you knew, didn’t quite come home the same. He didn’t talk to you about it, ever. None of the guys did. You just held him for hours the night he got back, his hair whiter, eyes more sunken in than ever. After some time, things went back to normal. Until you realized, they were never normal to begin with.

The first evident sign that life wasn’t a hallmark movie anymore was when you had been stuck in traffic during a storm, and then had to pull off for hours until it passed; you couldn’t get a signal out to your boyfriend that you were safe, but going to be home late.

3 hours passed by the time you walked into the apartment. Warm Frankie, gentle Frankie, happy Frankie… wasn’t home.

Instead it was feral Frankie, desperate Frankie, curled in a corner, pale and shaking Frankie who only cracked a timid smile when you had walked in, drenched in rain, but alive and concerned for him. He immediately bear hugged you tight, the jitters passing as he inhaled your wet scent. “I’m okay, I’m okay, I promise. I’m so sorry I’m so late,” you soothed.

He didn’t let you leave his sight the entire night. And even into the morning, when you had to get up for work again, he held you against his body in bed, refusing to let you part, distracting you with sex over and over again until half the day had passed. He texted your boss saying you were out sick from the rain last night. No biggie.

He was only calm when you were around. Only satisfied when you were with him.

The guys never told you, but he was irritable when it was just him with them. He didn’t like talking as much. Didn’t laugh the way he used to. It’s like the real Frankie only came out when you were there.

And when you had to take a week for a work trip, he begged you to cancel it. Clawed at his own skin as the day of your flight crept up. Visibly anxious enough that you weren’t sure he’d be okay. “Just stay home, Querida. Please.”

But he’s a grown man. It’s just a little trip, and he’s one phone call away.

So when the week went by, and he missed a few of your calls towards the end, you came home, worried about what you might find. But you were delighted to see Frankie was, in fact, in high spirits, healthy, and seemingly unaffected by your absence. “Mi Hermosa,” he whispered against your lips, bringing you in his embrace and rocking you gently. You made love sweetly that night, and you started to wonder what it is you were so afraid of.

It took you a few weeks before you noticed the slight powdery trail of cocaine on the handle of his gun safe. And guessing the combination as your birthday, discovering bags full of the stuff, some stored and some half opened, and re-opened, half depleted.

You couldn’t even call Frankie, who was away—you didn’t really know where. He would just up and leave sometimes now. Your heart dropped at the idea of exactly where he’s been bouncing off to. You realized he was more static for your the frequent trips you were taking due to your career taking off. that the two of you were spending less time together, but you weren’t really aware of exactly what he was doing during that time. He clearly was never high when he was around you, and was adept at hiding his problem when you were home.

You called the boys. Santi came running over, swearing repeatedly in Spanish at the sight of the stash. Benny and Will came over too, clearing it all out while you sobbed into Pope’s arms. How could you be so stupid to think it was all going so well?

It then all happened so fast: you weren’t even there when they confronted Frankie, didn’t know it went over badly, that he wasn’t gentle at all, still blown high as fuck, and fists went flying, bloody knuckles and broken noses later. Then getting an immediate court date, not able to come up to see you for a second. You were there in the room, only seeing the wrecked look all over his body, the way he couldn’t even bring his eyes to you.

He plead guilty to his drug charges, lost his license indefinitely, and was only spared from a prison sentence with the promise of extensive treatment at a rehab center for at least a year, and a large bond, that you and the guys poured a shit ton of your life savings in to. Then Frankie was being husked away to his hospital-like prison, with no visitations until the first year of intense treatment passed.

It was all coming at such a bad time too, having just thrown out the 3 positive pregnancy tests in the dumpster behind the apartment building just this morning.

None of you told Frankie about the baby before he left. You asked them not to. As far as today went, including Frankie in your life, in your baby’s life, wasn’t an option at the moment. You would deal with that when he was out, when he was Frankie again.

Now a few months since the incident, 7 months pregnant, you packed the apartment quietly minus your little sniffles. Pictures of the of you at the fair, in a museum, on vacation in Miami, were packed in a cardboard box and sealed away until you could find your home again. His furniture and belongings went into storage for the time being while your parents found a little house that could accommodate you and baby Morales. With one last look, you close the apartment door, breathing heavily. You hope to see Frankie again the moment he was allowed visitors. To see him smile again just for you. To come to a new home and see his baby boy growing, and filling the time he missed with an infinity of love, devotion, and health.

So when you gave birth all by yourself, and fended two jobs while nurturing your baby all by yourself, and strapped the infant in the car as you drove 4 hours to the rehab center to see your boyfriend all by yourself, it didn’t feel—good, to be told Frankie specifically requested not to have any visitors today. And even when you tried to argue with the receptionist about the situation, to give him your name specifically, she came back with the same answer, and said the patient has a right to refuse visitation, even after it is permitted.

Santi stays with you for a few days after, given what an absolute exhausted wreck you had become after braving the whole year and only running on sheer hope this whole time. The guys rotated shifts, fed you and the baby, cleaned, let you sleep your depression away until you were ready to move on.

Frankie denied their visitation too.

Another year goes by, and still no Frankie. He had gone completely off the grid for everyone. All the doctors reported was that he was responding well, fully taking charge and utilizing the time that he needed to get clean. You learned that he had found a place to live in the area and regularly returned for treatment. But he never once contacted any of you to where he lived.

Good. You were doing much better too.

And when the third year goes by, celebrating your son’s second birthday, you don’t feel such guilt when you stumble upon a new man and invite him in to your life. And how much he takes to loving a son who isn’t his own. And when you feel a sense of excitement after a long time without it, when the new love of your life gets on his knees to propose, asking you to continue to fill his life with a home to share. And when you’re pregnant with another baby, your little Francisco being so excited to be a big brother, in the new house that had never breathed the same air as the man who left you behind all that time ago.

It does become a problem when you answer the knocks on your front door, swinging it open to a very frail, very thin, and very remorseful looking Francisco Morales standing there, looking at the swell in your stomach, wedding ring on your finger, and carbon copy of himself as a child standing at your hip.

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saturnville · 10 months

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bad study habits.

pairing: will smith (bel-air, 2022) x black!fem!oc. summary: will invites his project partner (and girlfriend) over for a study date, which turns out more sensual than anticipated. warning: 18+ sensuality. reference: bel-air (2022). note: binge watched bel-air season 2 today and felt like writing. don't mind me.

Bel-Air Academy proved to be over the top each day of his attendance. Nothing seemed to top the luxurious enemies, great cafeteria food, and beautiful women, save for the ridiculous assignments given by the teachers of the institution. A six-page research paper with an accommodating tri-fold presentation seemed outlandish if his opinion was considered. And for his least favorite subject? Debauchery.

History was never his subject. Terrible was too harsh of a word to describe his skill set, however, disinterested seemed to be a more accurate portrayal. And the history of the United States was the farthest thing from his mind, especially with the woman in front of him.

Will typically had wonderful self-control; impressive for a young man his age. It went out the window any time she was in his presence. Tia. Her rich complexion and wide-tooth smile. Hair that swung in her face each time she lowered her head to focus on words her pencil scribbled upon a page. And the little huffs of frustration and moans of discomfort. Spiral.

“How are the dates coming, Will?” Her eyes met his. They were dark and tantalizing. By the teasing tone of her voice and the quip of her eyebrow, he knew she caught him lacking.

"Great," he said quickly with a small smile. "Just great." She hummed, unamused. His flashcards were blank and the lead of his pencil had yet to kiss the paper. She giggled.

"Bored?" she asked. Will nodded, "Very."

Tia sighed softly and pushed her notebook off her lap. A different approach would have to do. She bent over to place it on the table in front of the couch and sat up straight. She tucked her feet under her knees and placed her hands in her lap. "Active recall it is."

Will raised an eyebrow, "Active recall?" He leaned forward in anticipation. "I thought that was flashcards and stuff."

"You can do it verbally, too. Makes it a little less boring. I'll give you dates, and you tell me what occurred. Cool?" Will nodded. "Okay. 1788."

His eyes went wide. Tia tossed her head back with a hearty laugh. "Okay, I'll give you a hint. 3 people. Jay, Madison, Hamilton."

"...the Federalist Papers? Where they went on those long ass rants?"A smile graced his lips when Tia nodded. "You should slide a kiss my way as a reward." She raised an eyebrow. He raised one back. She tried to fight the smile on her lips but failed miserably, so, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. It proved to be unsatisfactory when he pulled her into his lap to replace the pillow that'd been there.

"Focus," she said sternly, shifting in his lap. He ignored the sudden pressure building up within him and nodded. His hands fell on her thighs. Tia cocked her head to the right, and his eyes fell on her elongated neck. Smooth and soft. Wrapped with two gold chains. Nefertiti and the letter W.

"I'm focused," Will reassured. Her hands dropped to his chest. His eyes followed. "Real focused."

"Document signed on July 4, 1776."

"The Declaration of Independence." Tia hummed in approval. "I'd kick yo ass if you didn't know that." Will rolled his eyes. His history buff of a girlfriend, "I'm already knowin'. Aye--where's my kiss?"

Tia twisted her lips, "You think imma kiss you every time you get an answer right?" Will shrugged his shoulders and pulled her body against his. "You don't have much of a choice, shorty." His lips were against hers in quick haste, which pulled a soft sigh from her.

"You know what." His lips broke away from hers and began to travel down her neck. "You tell me somethin' I don't know. How many people have to agree on an amendment to ratify the Constitution?" His large hands traveled up her thighs and around her waist. His fingertips toyed at the beads that poked out the top of her pants and tugged softly. Downward, his hands crept along the swell of her bottom. He squeezed. She moaned.

Tia's hand rested on the back of Will's neck, pushing him closer toward the sensitive skin at the base of her collarbone. "9 out of 13 states. T-two thirds m-must agree--Will."

"One more--when you gon' let me take you to bed?" The ghosting of his lips against the shell of her ear was all she needed.

"Now."

Right where he wanted her.

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starlazergazer · 1 year

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No Where Else to Go

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Warnings: Hella angst and some swearing

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: Just wrote it on a whim cause I thought it could be cute let me know what you think and feel free to send me any requests you guys have!