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sugoi-writes · 1 year ago

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Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

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As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later. You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

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misseviehyde · 1 year ago

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SELFGRADING

Linda hadn't been sure about the remote body at first. It seemed like something crazy out of a science fiction film - but her daughter had insisted it was safe and in the end she'd decided to try it.

Her youngest - Tina - had married a rich entrepreneur with an interest in cutting edge technology and the happy couple had moved to a highly inaccessible location in the mountains in order to carry out his research. Patrick had built a bespoke laboratory mansion complex in order to test drive his new technology and unfortunately the nearest airport was nearly a days drive away.

As it would now take Linda so long to be actually able to see her daughter, Patrick had suggested that she try out his technology. It would both help his research and also allow her to be with them in person whenever they liked.

Patrick was developing a remote controlled body he called an I-Clone - a living synthetically grown flesh body that a person could transfer their consciousness into and pilot and control like they were in their own. There were some ethical issues to work out with the bodies - but they were effectively empty vessels waiting to be filled with a consciousness.

Using her own DNA, Patrick had grown Linda an identical clone body to her own which would be kept in a suspension tank when not being used. Now all she had to do was use transfer her consciousness to it when she wanted to spend time with her daughter.

Linda was nervous the first time she attached the electrodes to her temples and initiated the transfer process. She'd hooked her own body up to the IV and life support machine that Patrick had provided so it wouldn't become damaged during her transfer. She also had a nurse checking in on her daily. Even so, leaving your body for another one was quite nerve-wracking.

She felt herself losing consciousness in her own location as her thoughts, memory and personality were digitised and sent whirling through the internet.

When she opened her eyes a few minutes later and slowly rose out of her suspension tank - taking her first breath in her new body - she couldn't believe it had worked.

Tina and Patrick were delighted. Patrick in particular was super proud of his new invention and he knew that his I-clones were going to change history. The rich and powerful would pay well to have multiple bodies and the ability to instantaneously travel around the world to a new body whenever they liked.

They ate dinner together, and Linda was amazed at how identical her new body felt. It was just like she was in her normal self - everything was exactly the same as usual. She spent two days with the couple, hiking, eating, exercising and having a good time.

On the final night before transferring back to her own body, Tina had gone to bed and Patrick and she were chatting about the weekend.

"It's just a shame my body is identical to my real one, I could barely keep up with you and Tina on that hike," smiled Linda.

"Hah, you kept up fine - though of course if you wanted I suppose I could alter your iclone to make it fitter," mused Patrick innocently.

"Oh... really?" asked Linda, suddenly intrigued. "You could make me fitter? Younger maybe?"

"Welllll, I guess the iclone can be adjusted in it's suspension tanks. If I took off the safety protocol, you could modify this body however you like."

Linda grinned, "Show me."

Patrick looked at her hesistantly. "I... errrr. I probably shouldn't. It was just a stupid dumb idea."

"Oh please Patrick, I promise I won't tell Tina. Just a few... little... changes."

"Well... I ummm guess a couple of small changes can't hurt."

*********

Linda looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied smirk. It had only taken a few hours in the suspension tank and her clone body had been altered exactly as she'd requested.

Jumping back inside she could already feel the difference. She felt younger, her skin tighter and smoother. Her graying hair was now jet black and thicker. Her smile was brighter, her aches and pains now gone. She looked half the age she had. She felt... horny.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the controls for the suspension tank.

She'd watched Patrick carefully to see how he adjusted the clone body. She'd even seen him key in the password; Tina's birthday. Now she was curious about how it all worked.

"Oh, that's an experimental feature. It's a personality filter. When you upload a consciousness to the clone, it's possible to set conditions so only certain mental attributes pass over. Technically you could leave all the parts of yourself you don't like - piloting your old body. It's pretty dangerous though so I haven't activated it."

Linda smiled. "Why don't we try it next time? There are a few things about myself I wouldn't mind leaving behind."

"Linda... are you nuts? It's bad enough that I've changed you to be younger. You don't look much older than Tina now. She's going to freak when she sees your modified body. If I start messing with your mind, who knows where it could end up?"

Linda swayed over to him. "Patrick, don't be such a pussy. I love how this new body feels and I want to help you with your experiments. I've always wanted to be more confident... more assertive. I was thinking about using the filter to block out some of my more useless inhibitions. Tina won't object, after all - she'll never find out. What's the worst that could happen?"

Patrick looked at her helplessly - unable to argue as she guided his hands to the controls and he keyed in the override. It was time to program the filter...

**********

Linda was so excited as she activated the transfer process and lay back. It felt... different... this time. Last time it had just felt like falling asleep and waking up again as her. This time it felt better and more exciting - though she knew that was because of the filters she had programmed into the transfer process.

Her better body was waiting for her, but this time not all of her personality would transfer. The filter was going to strip out her inhibitions - all the things that held her back. She'd still be her - only she'd be a BETTER her.

Linda moaned as she flowed through the internet and parts of her were left behind. Patrick reckoned that if she filtered enough of her personality - what would be left would even be able to operate her body. The thought was intriguing.

With a gasp she found herself in her new, younger clone body. Patrick was waiting nearby with concern on his face.

"Linda... how... how do you feel?"

"I FEEL GREAT!" laughed Linda, leaping to her feet. Her improved body felt amazing but now so too did her personality. She felt hornier, more assertive, brimming with confidence and a desire to take what she wanted and not be held back.

She looked over at Patrick.

"Mmmmmh, now I have a personality to match my new body. I'm a confident, sensual, assertive woman now. It's like I can think clearly Patrick. This technology you have created will make you so rich. You just need the right guidance to help realise the full potential."

Turning to the console she activated it and entering the password began to program.

"Hey, how do you know my password? What are you doing?"

Linda ignored Patrick. She had a taste for the power of her clone-body now and she wanted more. A wicked smile on her face she began to program a new body - an even better body.

She set up the filter to strip away even more of her goody-goody personality whilst she worked on the body. Bigger tits, sexier hair - a sluttier face. She felt wet at the thought of how hot she could make her clone-self using this techology.

"Linda! What are you doing? Stop it - those changes are obscene. You can't make your tits that big!"

Linda laughed. "Yes I can, and you're going to help me. I'm going to climb inside and I want you to activate the machine and help me get even sexier. I want to become even hotter Patrick. I'm going to jump back into my old body and when I swap back, I'm going to be a Goddess."

"No Linda, this is wrong."

Linda grinned and walking over, she grabbed Patrick's crotch and squeezed enticingly. "What's wrong is not using this delicious power to make ourselves hot. You can use the same power Patrick. Upgrade your body, give yourself a big dick and a better body. You have no idea how good this feels."

Sinking to her knees, Linda giggled as she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. "Not that you need it. This is a nice cock. But think how hot it would be if I was an even bigger slut sucking it."

Patrick groaned as his horny mother-in-law engulfed his dick in her younger mouth and began to suck. She expertly played with his balls, sucking and slurping till with a shuddering gasp he began to cum.

"Mmmmmh, this is only the start baby - just you wait and see what's next."

Patrick just groaned feebly, he was hers now and he knew it.

*******

Linda screamed in ecstasy as she felt the transfer process activate and her mind was split apart. All the parts of herself that she was most coming to enjoy - the evil, bitchy, dominant parts was transported to her new waiting body.

The rest - the guilt... the insecurity, the feeble love for others was left in her old body.

New Linda felt herself filling her waiting body up. It's modifications in the tank were complete - modifications she had carefully specified.

"Mmmmmmh fuck yesssss", she hissed as she wiggled her manicured fingers and slowly sat up. Her hair was now a glossy black wave and her huge tits hung on her chest.

Linda reached down to touch her waxed pussy - it was tighter and more sensitive... ready for big cock. She laughed as she hefted her massive new tits and sliding out of the tank stood naked and unashamed. She was taller, fitter, stronger and sexier now. Her clone body had curves in ALL the right places.

"Oh my God," whimpered Patrick as he saw the naked Goddess in front of him.

"Mmmmmh, I told you that you'd like my body. Come here and fuck me." She bent over the tank enticingly, her large ass now in the air as she wiggled it for him and sighed in horny frustration.

"My daughter is nothing compared to me now. Come fuck a real woman."

Patrick knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself as he slid his dick inside his Mother-in-law. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight and he groaned in ecstasy as he fucked her - her big tits in his hands as he pounded her doggy.

"Yes Patrick - fuck meeee. I'm such a bitch. Fuck me harder. Take me!"

"Ohhhh Linda, you're so tight... ohhh fuck..."

"Mmmmh, don't call me Linda anymore. From now on I am Lia. I want to be even more evil Patrick. I'm going to use your machine to make myself even hotter and more evil. I want to be a fucking Dark Goddess. Now cum inside me, you're mine now and Tina is nothing."

Patrick screamed her name as he began to cum.

He belonged to Goddess Lia now.

*****

Rising up out of her suspension tank - Goddess Lia sighed in satisfaction as she reviewed the latest changes. Bigger tits and doll-like features were definitely the way to go. Her clone body became better and sluttier with each adjustment. She loved corrupting herself.

In the tank next to her Patrick's clone body was also transforming. She'd helped him select the body she preferred... black, muscled, big cocked. Soon Patrick would cease to exist and her lover Ricky would be by her side... permanently.

Patrick had explained how the clone bodies were immortal. He'd still had some moral objections to her plans, till she'd forced him to swap into his new form and used the mind filter to strip him of all his morality too.

Now he was just as evil as she was and seemed to enjoy it too. Of course, she'd made sure that she would always be the most powerful of the two of them - ensuring that his lust for her would keep him under control.

Dressed in maid's outfits, both Tina, Patrick and her old body were now pathetically scrubbing the floor. It amused Lia to see how weak and fragile her old self was. She loved to see the parts of her personality she had rid herself now trapped forever in a decaying form. Her new body was SO much better,

With a hiss the tank next to her also began to open. Goddess Lia smiled as her lover emerged, his big dick already hard for her.

She moaned as he slid his cock deep inside and they began to fuck in front of their lessers. Self-improvement really was so fucking hot.

#evie hyde #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #corruption #bitchification #iclone

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 month ago

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Chubtober Day 10!

I'm back with following the actual prompt today lol! This one was just a random little scene that came to mind from the Full Moon prompt. It is definitely not the typical setting for a full moon idea, but I hope you still enjoy spoiled Tae anyway.

Read here or on AO3!

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“So, it’s a full moon this weekend,” Taehyung said with a strange expression on his face. He didn’t ask a question, but he was clearly looking for some sort of reply.

Namjoon looked up from his book, raising his brow in question. “Um, I suppose it is. Is there a reason you are bringing up moon cycles all of a sudden?”

Taehyung let out a little huff and crossed the room, dropping himself on the couch next to Namjoon and jostling the cushion with his sudden weight.

“Well, you and Jiminie are on your emergency room rotations this semester and people say that the full moon makes things like that really crazy.”

“I think that’s just a silly joke, baby. You know people in medicine like to use humor to keep things lighter,” Namjoon replied with a laugh, trying to figure out where Taehyung was going with this exchange.

“But what if you are super busy or something crazy happens? We need to be prepared,” Taehyung explained, almost getting worked up by the fact that Namjoon didn’t seem to care.

“Prepared for what? A busy shift? That could happen any time, Tae,” Namjoon responded as he put his book aside, trying to be understanding even though he was more confused.

Taehyung sighed again as he adjusted his position on the couch, pulling his shirt down from where it rode up on the side.

“No, we need to prepare here. What if you both come home stressed and tired? We should make sure things are ready in case either of you have a hard shift.”

“Tae-ah, I promise I’m not trying to be difficult, but I’m just not following. What more would we need here than we normally have?” Namjoon asked gently, trying not to offend his boyfriend who seemed to have real concerns.

Before Taehyung could respond, they were interrupted by a subtle cough from across the room. Both looked up to find Jimin standing with his hands on hips and a smirk on his face.

“What our dear boyfriend wants is more food, Joonie,” Jimin said confidently, having overheard the entire conversation and knowing exactly what Taehyung was trying to say.

“What? No, I-”

“You were trying to use us maybe having a stressful shift at the hospital as an excuse to buy a bunch of snacks and order takeout this weekend,” Jimin explained as he crossed the room to join his boyfriends on the couch.

Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms and resting them on his belly with a pout on his face. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have extra snacks or a nice dinner after your shifts ended.”

Jimin and Namjoon shared a look, both smiling at Taehyung holding onto his act. They would admit that this was one of his more creative attempts at excusing his need for more food around the house.

“Yeah, I bet those extra snacks definitely would have been for us,” Namjoon teased as he gently patted one of Taehyung’s chubby cheeks.

Taehyung’s face flushed pink as he ducked his head, completely giving in now that his boyfriends could fold him easily with their teasing.

Jimin leaned over, sneaking his hand under Taehyung’s snug shirt pinching his soft belly below his belly button and giving it a little shake. “The full moon excuse was very creative, but you know we don’t need an excuse to feed you, baby.”

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #sbt little bites #chubby taehyung #sbt chubtober #bts feedism #implied feeder jimin #implied feeder namjoon

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npcemi · 1 year ago

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The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 4.5 and 5: Aftermath + Promotions and Shattering Mirrors

Superman collapsed to his knee as the other members of the justice league went to his side. Superman couldn’t believe what he just experienced. The league had never faced a threat this powerful. To summon both a black hole and create a star out of nothing. His eyes still hurt from even looking at whatever that thing was-- He knew they couldn’t let a threat like that go unchecked.

Constantine appeared through a portal, “Oh now you show up!” Superman said in an incredulous breath.

“Oh, I’ve been here since King Phantom kicked your ass out a window, I’m just not so cotton headed I’d try and fight the King of the Infinite realms.” Superman scoffed at Constantine’s words and turned to Batman, “Bruce we need to figure out some kind of contingency…” The leader of the Justice League Dark cut him off,

“Oh, fuck no mate, you’re benched. You stick to Metropolis !”

“You have no right!”

“Actually this contract you lot signed when you begged me to be the leader of your precious little supernatural branch says I can!” Constantine summoned a roll of parchment that unrolled revealing the document with the original JLA member's signatures.

“That’s only if one of us angers a celestial angel or some higher-level entity.” Wonderwoman pointed out as the blonde occult detective pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Who do you think is the King…”

“Just because he is the ruler of his own dimension doesn’t mean he…” Constantine really was starting to get what Phantom meant when he called the man of steel an obstinate dick.

“All of the realms, High King Phantom rules over all of the realms. Ours and any in existence. In all of Anu, there is no realm that King Phantom does not have sovereignty over.

Do you really think any of the ancients have time or care to mess about in random realities?

No, they normally have nothing to do with them, do you have any idea of how bad things have gotten? Between the GIW and you Clark, I am honestly surprised our reality still exists. So yes, you are benched!” At the end of Constantine’s rant Superman stood up.

“You really think a piece of paper will…AH!” The man of steel screamed as electricity overcame his body. When it was over he once again collapsed to his knees. Constantine walked over to tower over Superman,

“And you thought the contract you all signed wouldn’t be magically binding, are you daft ?” Constantine then turned to look Bruce directly in the eye. Constantine knew the man too well.

“And you, no looking up or into anything about Phantom!” Batman held his hands up in surrender,

“I promise I will not look up or into Danny Phantom.” Constantine’s eyes narrowed before he turned and left through a portal muttering something about attempting to salvage this situation.

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Jazz Fenton was in a great mood. Her degree was almost finished and she just got a paid internship that would turn into a full-time position once she graduated. She would be a liaison for any cases that involved the infinite realms. Her new org worked with a lot of supers and villains. It was headed by Dinah Lance and Harley Quinn. Most people thought it was a little weird, but she knew that heroes, villains, and even the dead needed help with their mental health.

She was just finishing organizing her desk when her boss called to her and told her to follow.

“Yes, Miss Lance.” She said,

“Dinah, we aren't too formal around here.”

“Right, Dinah.” Jazz said as they both took a seat in Dinah’s office,

“Look, Jazz we have a special case coming in today:” Jazz was surprised they were already letting her work on cases.

“What is it?”

“One of the main league members is being brought in, he’s having some trouble adjusting to the fact he was cloned and according to the leader of Dark, he also angered some supernatural entity and is according to Constantine, the aforementioned leader, is acting like a stubborn fuckwit who needs to pull his own dick out of his arse.” Dinah read off of the referral form she got.

“I’ll help however I can, when are they coming?”

“Right about now,” Dinah said as a portal opened and John Constantine walked in followed by Clark and Conner Kent. John introduced himself and his tagalongs.

“And this is my associate, Jasmine Fenton,” Dinah said as Constantine’s jaw dropped and he failed to take a puff of the cigarette he had been smoking. “Did you say, Fenton?”

Jazz was about to respond when she looked at Clark. There was something off about the man in glasses. Something that was resonating with her being, like his very soul angered her, and then she remembered who Clark really was under the glasses.

The man who had caused such a bad PTSD episode in her brother that he cried in her arms for over two hours. The man who broke multiple taboos of the infinite realms. The man who hurt her brother. Her movement was faster than anyone had expected and came with more force than would be possible for even most metahumans. In that instance of realization, Jasmine Fenton closed the distance between the man of steel and herself and struck him so hard in the face that he collapsed to the floor in pain, hands to his face. Which was now gushing blood from his broken nose.

“How dare you!” She screamed. Conner and Dinah pulled her back as she continued to scream.

“How dare you ask a ghost about their death, how dare you make the King re-live that pain!” She was about to attack again when she was interrupted when Constantine asked, “Sweetheart, you know you’re glowing green right?”

“Shit!” The redhead calmed as much as she could, she took a device out of her pocket. She turned it on and saw her ambient ecto plasma was higher than normal. She clicked a button and a sensor popped out the side of the device.

She cut her finger with one of her fangs and dropped some blood on the sensor. She was thankful her blood was still red, but it was darkening into a muddy colour with a slight greenish glow. The device told her her blood ectoplasm level was at 8%, way lower than normal. The machine also indicated her heightened emotions and that if she didn’t calm down she might die right there in the office.

“What is that?” Conner asked not caring if his original was still on the ground trying to stop his nose bleeding.

“It’s a device that measures ectoplasm levels. Ambient levels, levels with a particular signature, and blood ectoplasm concentration.” she sighed and calmed down.

“Why do you need it?” Conner asked curiously despite Constantine's glare telling him he was being rather rude.

“I’m a death-leaning liminal, the smelly blonde man can explain later.” She said as there was a flash of flames.

“Jasmine, are you alright?” Everyone turned to see a nearly seven-foot Dracula knockoff with red eyes.

“Yes, I just let my anger get ahead of me, I'm fine.” She said, trying to waive off the ghost who then pulled out a vile of a green glowing liquid and attempted to hand it over to her.

“Vlad, I’m fine.” She said as he put the vial in her hands.

‘I’m sure our loving patriarch would love it if you died because of all of your ectoplasm burning up and became a full ghost before he did.” Jazz begrudgingly drank the vile, knowing how much shit Danny would give her if she died.

“Honestly I don’t know what would cause a normally level-headed young woman to lash out like her feral niece.” Jazz pointed over to Superman who was now in one of the chairs. Vlad scowled,

“Do you want me to take care of that for you?” He said in disgust. Everyone’s eyes went wide at the implied threat, Constantine prepared a portal to run, Dinah prepared to fight and Conner was right behind Constantine. After what he saw in Dani's mirror, he didn’t want anything to do with an angry ghost.

“It’s fine you can leave.” Jazz said.

“Can I expect you all at the Keep this weekend?’ he asked.

“Yes,” She said as Vlad teleported in a flash of flames and was gone. Jazz looked up to see Dinah looking at her wide-eyed. The realization she had just punched a client finally settled in,

“I’m fired aren’t I?”

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Danny heard a knock at the door and went to open it and looking at him was Bruce Fucking Wayne.

“What do you want.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something, and make sure you and Danielle are safe.” Danny immediately moved to shut the man up.

“Shush, don’t say her name or talk about her here, my parents don’t know about her!” Bruce's face softened. Danny led them out of the house and brought them to a more private alleyway, which made the dark knight feel more at home.

“I’m not sorry about what I did to Superman,” Danny said getting down to business.

“I’m not expecting you to be. Both Constantine and I have tried to talk with him before, but now we’re forcing him into therapy. I think you did exactly what he needed.” he was shocked by Bruce's words. Even the Observants yelled at him about what he did, all the clockwork said in his defense was say “Everything is as it should be.”

“Oh, what do you want with me then?”

“My associate oracle looked into Danny Fenton, and we found you live with ghost hunters and were concerned about you and your daughter’s safety.”

“We’re fine.” Danny snapped and Bruce held his hands up defensively before handing him a small card.

“I just wanted you to know if there was anything you need, or if you have to escape we can provide assistance.” Danny looked at the man skeptically,

“So this isn’t like some crazy scheme to adopt me?” Bruce had to rip his earpiece due to the collective volume of the snickers.

“No.”

“Good because that wouldn’t turn out how you think it would.” Bruce gave him a look that told him to explain and Danny sighed.

“A fruit loop named Vlad Plasmius was college friends with my parents. He likes my mom. There was an accident, he was hospitalized and got ghost powers. Many years later he tried to kill my dad, marry my mom, and make me his son. It never worked.” Danny shook his head and continued.

“After I became King, I was able to learn of his obsession with family and love,” Danny remembered how he learned of Vlad’s true obsession, realizing that he must have been alone and abandoned in the hospital room when he died.

“After he shot me in the chest because he was mind controlled. I decided as the more powerful ghost to give him what he desired in a way.” Danny snickered.

“I ghost-adopted him, effectively making him my son as far as ghosts are concerned, he’s much happier now, but he is still a little salty.” Bruce looked at him dumbfounded, Danny was glad Vlad could fulfill his obsession even if it did make him a bit of a mother hen.

“But yea I wouldn’t recommend trying to adopt me.” The rest of their conversation went smoothly and no offers for adoption were made. When they got back to Fenton's works, Jazz and another red-headed woman were sitting at the table. She introduced herself as Barb. They engaged in a basic conversation about ghosts. Until Danny asked,

“How was your first day of your internship?” Jazz sighed with a dejected look,

“I got promoted.” Before Danny could ask why she sounded like that was a bad thing, Jack and Maddie came bursting in showing off their latest captured ghost with proud grins. They were testing out a new time of large containment device that would allow them to study ghosts in real-time.

Jazz’s hands went straight to her mouth, her eyes wide, glowing, and dripping tears of rage. Bruce turned to look at Danny who was wide-eyed as his eyes began to change, his hair whitening as he looked at the small white-haired ghost in the container. He was breathing to try and calm himself down.

“Daddy help!” Danielle screamed as the containment device shocked her.

All light ceased to exist in that room all anyone could see was an endless black.

#danny fenton #superman #danny pulls a reverse uno on vlad #dpxdc #dpxdc au #bruce wayne #batman #john constantine #jazz fenton #RIP Jack and Maddie Fenton #Bruce is an alley gremlin and you can't tell me otherwise

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threadsun · 1 year ago

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Huh, Shaun's actually a bit odd to write for because he's fairly well adjusted, just a normal guy really, nothing to see here ladies and gents...

Now that he's got you alone let's start this, shall we?

I wasn't kidding about Shaun being well adjusted, he really is, he just likes roleplay. He'll fall to his knees and kiss your boots in public if only to see your smile, or step on him, that works too. Shaun loves playing into the crazy cultist thing, he'll drop it or tone it down if it makes you uncomfortable but he loves just throwing his brain out the window and letting his only concern be how to please and worship you

Shaun's a busy man, as the leading director of the town he has to choreographed, film, and edit every piece of propaganda and all of his personal horror projects. You actually don't get to see Shaun that much unless you go see him on set, and even then he's probably too busy to talk. Even if you two can't talk he always appreciates your visits, and makes sure you get at least one hug and kiss before you go

On Shaun's days off he always tries to be by your side. He can't promise anything because he also wants to make sure Moonpie isn't lonely so if your dog's home he can't come over (it's Bo, Bo's your dog) He loves it when you come over to his house, especially at night because, are you thinkin what he's thinkin?...Slumber party! He'll gather all his favorite flicks and you two just have a marathon

Shaun's one of the less horny one's among your harem but he does want you in that way. His libido is just lower than the others, which isn't saying much for these fuckin hound dogs. When it comes to positions he prefers if you fuck him, but only if you can dish it out rough. If you try and be soft with him before he's good and fuck drunk he'll turn the tables and have you squealing in no time

He likes it rough, but not serious, if you agree to do non-con with him he'll be all "Oh nooooooooooo, please don't take out my plug and fuck me! That would be the worst thing you could do" He's just a silly little guy your honor. If you want serious roleplay you'll have to turn to Nick or Jean but if you wanna laugh while pretending you're purifying Shaun by fucking your cum into him, by all mean!

He's also super down for a threesome with Ian, though he will actually be a bit more serious for that. He'll still crack jokes but he knows Ian will take even the slightest hint of hesitation as a no so he makes sure to let Ian know just how much he wants this. His favorite position for that is him fucking Ian into you. Ian can get overeager and just start pounding into without stop in sight so Shaun makes sure to talk him back down...at the beginning. After Ian cums for the first time he checks in with the both of you before slamming into him. A night with these two, if horny, will leave you unable to walk the next day. Though, if you aren't feeling sex when the three of you hang out it's actually very chill and fun

Thanks for the thought exorcise! Shaun was one of my least developed harem members but I feel like I've got a better grasp on him now

Oooooh that's very fun!!! I love him so much :3c what a silly playful lil guy who's also super respectful of Ian's needs!!

Now I'm curious about who's like... the most to least fucked up in the harem?

#sunshine #cult town au #ranking time!!!

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our-time-is-now · 2 years ago

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September 4, 2019 (2): Somehow nice

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Wednesday, 12:43 pm:

David: *since Monday, he has been thinking about the fact that he has promised his mother to call her this week and knows that he tends to procrastinate until the last minute* *but doesn’t really want to only call her on Friday, because he feels himself getting more and more nervous because of Matteo’s imminent departure and because he’s pretty sure that he won’t be in a mood to call her on Friday* *is still a little pumped and full of energy from the phone call with Patrick and and around noon he thinks that it’s best if he just got the phone call with his mother over with right now* *has gotten himself a coffee from the kitchen and is now sitting at his desk* *hesitates only slightly, but then has to laugh at himself, because it’s probably the first time in a long time that he calls his mother more or less voluntarily and that he has been the one to suggest it and that he actually also wants their relationship to improve again* *therefore dials her number, puts the phone to his ear and waits*

Heike: David, how nice, hello! Hang on, I’ll just quickly turn off the stove…

David: Hey…

Heike: Alright… I’m back! l I just poured myself some coffee as if I had a hunch that you’ll call!

David: I also just got myself a coffee…

Heike: *laughs* Well how fitting! How are you? Did everything work out with the move?

David: Yes, the move was great! We were super fast and already finished around 3 pm… with everything… even with putting up the furniture.

Heike: Great! But how do they say: Many hands make light work? So all your friends helped?

David: Yes, all of them… well except Mia… she’s already in Madrid!

Heike: Right - otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to move in… and everything worked out with Bea, as well?

David: *laughs* Yes, it did… well she made pasta salad and bread rolls… and she interrogated everyone and wanted to meet everyone… she was very difficult to stop!

Heike: *also laughs quietly* I can really imagine that! She’s always been so curious… although I have to admit that I also would have been interested in meeting your friends…

David: *slightly presses his lips together and hesitates* Another time, okay? And maybe also one by one and not all of them at once… I… no idea… I first want it to get normal between the two of us again…

Heike: But we’re on a good path to do that…

David: Yes, we are, but…

Heike: ...but you’re still distrusting all of that, right?

David: I don’t know…

Heike: *sighs* I can somehow understand that, David. There’s so much that happened… and over such a long period of time. And I know that maybe I expect too much… or that I expect too much too quickly… it’s okay if you try to stop me a little bit…

David: *skeptically* Sure?

Heike: *smiling* Of course… I just want… yes, I want to do everything right this time… and part of that is also adjusting to your speed and that I don’t expect you to adjust to mine… so… insofar… I thought about it again… I did beg and maybe also urge you a little that I can come visit you in Berlin after your surgery… but if that’s going too fast for you, then you can just tell me, okay?

David: No!

Heike: No? Not too fast?

David: No, I… I’d be really happy if you came. I want you to come!

Heike: Really?

David: Yes, really!

Heike: And you’re not just saying that to do me a favor?!

David: *half laughingly, half annoyed* Man, Mama…

Heike: *also laughs and then says* I’ll gladly come! Have you already thought about when you’d like me to come? Well, while you’re still at the hospital or would you prefer if I came afterwards? *laughs* Or both?

David: *also laughs* No idea… well maybe you could come visit me at the hospital and if it works out well then maybe also again later? Or is that too much?

Heike: That definitely isn’t too much, don’t worry! Then maybe on Sunday? Or Monday?

David: Hmmm… I think Monday is good… by then I’ll probably have recuperated a little.

Heike: *smilingly* Good, then we’ll settle on Monday! And David? If you realize on Sunday evening or Monday morning that it’ll be too much, after all, then it’s also okay if you cancel on short notice, okay? Or if you want me to come sooner, after all…

David: Okay… but I think Monday is really good. I read online that you’re pretty wiped out on the first day after the surgery… and that afterwards it gets better… but in case I change my mind, then I’ll tell you...

Heike: Good! And when does it start? How long does the surgery take? You know what? I’ll light a candle for you. I used to do that for Laura and you when you had important tests or if I had to keep my fingers crossed for you.

David: *laughs quietly* Yes, you do that… if everything goes according to plan, then you can light the candle at 9 am and blow it out again around 2 pm…

Heike: Five hours?! God! Is that normal? Only to… for this mastectomy? That really seems very long to me…

David: Not just for the mastectomy… *hesitates, but then tells her, after all* ...I’m also going to have my uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries removed…

Heike: *brief silence and then hesitantly* Okay…

David: They just don’t belong there… and because of the testo, there’s also a higher risk of uterine cancer…

Heike: *interrupts him with a husky voice* David, my boy… you don’t have to justify yourself… I… I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m just a little shocked. That sounds like a pretty difficult surgery…

David: The doctors know what they’re doing - it’s a standard surgery… and most trans men have the mastectomy and hysterectomy in one go…

Heike: Still… I… God, I’d really like to already come on Friday… to be there, in case something goes wrong…

David: But nothing will go wrong…

Heike: I’m worried, David! We’re just getting closer again and I don’t want…

David: Stop, Mama! We’ll definitely see each other on Monday! And nothing is going to happen to me… *sighs quietly* Listen… Matteo will be at the hospital the entire time… and he’ll stay in touch with Laura… so you can call Laura anytime on Friday if you want to know something. Or tell her that she should contact you if she has any updates. But I… I just want to have Matteo around me on that day and no one else…

Heike: *with a slightly husky voice* Okay… okay, I’ll keep myself informed via Laura… *you can hear her take a deep breath* And in which hospital are you going to have the surgery? Then I can already enter the address into the GPS… oh hang on… *some distance away* I’m talking on the phone with David… the food’s finished… you can already start… or wait until I’m finished… *you can hear the father murmur something in the background, but you can’t understand what exactly, and then David’s mother’s voice clearer again* Jörg has his lunch break now…

David: We can also end the call if you guys want to eat…

Heike: No, nonsense… he can wait for a few more minutes… well… in which hospital will you have the surgery?

David: The Helios Clinic Emil von Berg, that’s in Berlin-Zehlendorf. I can send you the address… then you don’t have to write it down.

Heike: Oh yes, that would be nice! Thank you!

David: No problem.

Heike: And how are you doing apart from that? And Matteo?

David: Well, we’re actually doing quite good… Matteo has started his Voluntary Year on Monday… and… it’s a little unfamiliar without him. *laughs quietly*

Heike: *laughs as well* Oh, I can imagine. Before that you were constantly together,right? Then you’re no longer used to being apart. I always used to feel like that when Papa had time off. Then it was always really unfamiliar when he had to go back to work… and does he like it?

David: Yes, so far he likes it quite well…

Heike: That’s nice. And living together also works?

David: *laughs again quietly* Well, actually nothing much has changed… apart from the fact that my desk and my bed are now in Matteo’s room… *laughs again quietly* ...but apart from that, everything is actually as it used to be… we go to bed together and get up together… and everything is good…

Heike: Everything is good… *you can hear her sigh* Sometimes I still can’t believe how happy you sound… it’s so nice to hear that, David! I don’t know when the last time was that you sounded so happy…

David: *a little embarrassed* I don’t just sound like that… I am… *laughs quietly* And on Monday I even cooked for Matteo! All by myself! A casserole… and it even tasted good!

Heike: Wow… that there’ll be a day that you’ll stand at the stove… one day, you’ll also cook something for me, okay?

David: *laughs* We’ll see…

Heike: And how long does Matteo have to work each day?

David: Usually until 6 pm… then he’s back here around 6:45… so pretty late... *sighs quietly* I think the fact that Matteo has started his Voluntary Year is actually a much bigger change than us moving in together… I… it’s really unfamiliar…

Heike: You miss him…

David: *laughs embarrassed* Yes… he was just always around, you know… I mean he’s still here now and I can reach him and we see each other in the mornings and at night… *briefly sighs and then admits* I just never would have thought that I’d get used to not being alone anymore so quickly…

Heike: You both have to get used to that first… but you also had it pretty good so far: four months off and four months of spending time with each other non-stop… but you grow into such things, David… into this everyday-life. I’m sure it’ll only be difficult for the first few days… and once you start university, then you’re also busy and you’re distracted a little…

David: Hmmm, yes, probably…

Heike: And you’re not really alone. You have so many new friends and you’re living at a flatshare with nice people. And I’m sure that Matteo is looking forward to seeing you again just as much as you are.

David: *smiles* Yes, he does.

Heike: There you go!

David: *laughs quietly*

Heike: What’s so funny about that?!

David: Nothing… only… oh man… this entire conversation somehow…

Heike: What do you mean?

David: I think the last time we talked like that was in fourth grade, Emily started to get interested in girls-stuff and you tried to console me and you told me that this doesn’t mean that we’ll be not such close friends anymore…

Heike: Yes, I guess I was wrong back then about Emily…

David: I think you’re right now… but what I actually wanted to say is… *laughs again quietly* ...the fact that we’re talking like that… this is…

Heike: ...too much? Do I meddle too much again?

David: No… it’s… no idea… somehow nice.

Heike: I think so, too, David! Really! I’m so happy that we can talk like that! And I’m really happy that we’ll see each other again soon.

David: Yes…

Heike: If you need anything that I should bring… or if there’s anything at all, then tell me, okay?

David: I will. Okay… I’ll let you get to your lunch now… before everything gets even colder…

Heike: Thanks for calling. And say hi to Matteo from me. And to Laura, of course. And don’t forget to send me the address of the hospital!

David: Yes, okay… I will. See you!

Heike: Yes, see you! And we’ll text…

David: *ends the call and pushes the phone aside with a skeptically amused look* *finishes his coffee and then shakes his head a little disbelievingly* *then pulls his phone back toward him again and texts Matteo*

WhatsApp, David/Matteo: David: Now I had a phone call with my mother! For almost half an hour!!! It was… pretty good somehow… I think… I’ll tell you about that later, as well! We’ll see each other again in 4 hours! I’m can’t wait! <3

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#druck #druck og #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #davenzi plays

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im-no-jedi · 2 years ago

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MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 3700+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: welcome back to another episode of Drama Time everyone 😋 I thought about splitting this one in two, but I think it flows better all together; plus I really wanted to keep the tensions high for as long as possible. I won’t lie about shedding some tears while writing this one, but that’s pretty common for me in general 😝

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

previous chapter

Chapter 7: The Truth Hurts

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“Run it again,” Echo said sternly. His arms were tightly crossed against his chest, and his brows had practically merged with his eye sockets from how low they’d gotten. It was a look normally seen on Hunter, who was sitting next to him in an almost identical position.

“That won’t be necessary,” Tech replied with a sigh. “Running the scan for a third time won’t provide any different results than the previous two.” He put his datapad away and gave his goggles a quick adjustment. “You’re just going to have to accept the fact that this droid is exactly as Hannah described: free of any and all previous programming aside from pure personality.”

Echo let out a huff through his nose, and his frown somehow turned down more than it already was. He looked over to Hannah, who stood smugly next to Tech, and he gave her a harsh glare.

“I don’t know what else to say to convince you guys,” Hannah said with a shrug. “Even Bolo and Ketch can vouch for him at this point.” She gestured at them with her thumb, and both of them responded with enthusiastic nods.

It didn’t seem like Echo planned on easing up anytime soon, but Hunter managed to give a relenting sigh and shook his head. “Let ‘im go,” he said to Wrecker, not even looking at him.

Wrecker gave a nod in response and slowly let up the firm grip he had on the Battle Droid. The droid shivered a bit and shook out his arms once he was free. “Wow, you really are super strong, Mister Wrecker!” the droid said cheerfully. “I was worried you were gonna crush me there for a second!”

“Yeah, well I will if ya do anythin’ funny!” Wrecker replied, his face turned down into an intimidating scowl.

“Master Hannah says I’m unintentionally funny, so I can’t promise anything!”

Wrecker’s scowl turned into confusion, while Hannah could barely hold back her giggles.

In an effort to continue reassuring the others, Tech told them that even if the droid didn’t have his memory wiped, there was a very low chance he’d be any sort of a threat due to there not being any Droid Command ships in existence anymore. As far as Tech was concerned, the only commands the droid would follow now would be Hannah’s.

“I highly doubt Master Gildish would have even considered giving Hannah the droid if that weren’t true,” Tech continued. “He’s not a fool.”

Despite hearing that, Hunter and Echo’s expressions didn’t change, and they continued to look at the droid with pure hostility. Wrecker, however, seemed to be more curious at least. “You really helped Hannah clean this place up?” he asked the droid.

“I sure did!” the Battle Droid replied. “And I made drinks for those two over there.” He gestured to Bolo and Ketch, who raised their cups in acknowledgement. “I also made Master Hannah’s caf for her this morning and tidied up her bed before we came here. Oh, and I chased off a roach that was scaring her. She really hates bugs.”

Hannah nodded in agreement.

After studying the droid for another moment, Wrecker’s expression began to soften, and he gave the droid an approving nod. “Well, sounds like you’re takin’ care of her real good then. I’m still gonna be watchin’ you though!”

“That’s fine! I don’t mind!” The droid adjusted his hat and stepped behind Wrecker to start wiping down one of the game tables, blissfully ignorant of any other glares he was getting.

Now that things had finally calmed down for the most part, Hannah felt more at ease letting the droid out of her sight. Up until then, she was constantly worried one of the boys would try and take the droid down at any moment. The tension in the room hadn’t been that high since the Pyke Syndicate showed up for Roland. But unlike then, Hannah had much more control over the situation and made sure nothing was going to happen if she had anything to do with it.

There were still a couple of problems that needed to be dealt with though.

“Well, that’s three down,” Hannah said as she approached the two still sitting at the bar. “Now it’s just you two that need to give him a chance.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Echo sternly replied. His brows were still turned down into an intense scowl, and it seemed like he might never uncross his arms ever again.

“Well, staying stubborn about it isn’t gonna do any good,” Hannah said with a huff. “You both just have to accept the fact that he isn’t a threat anymore, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple,” Hunter stated, his own brows still furrowed into a deep scowl.

“I know, I know,” Hannah taunted while rolling her eyes. “You guys are still stuck on the whole grudge thing, I get it.”

Echo finally unfurled his arms as he stood up in front of Hannah. “No, I really don’t think you do! This isn’t just a grudge, Hannah. This is about having one of our mortal enemies just walkin’ around like it’s nothing!”

“Mortal enemies?” Hannah could barely hold back a laugh. “Wooooow. You really know how to hold a grudge, don’t ya?”

Hunter now stood up as well, taking position next to Echo. “Don’t treat this like a joke, Hannah. It’s serious.”

“Oh, you think I’m not being serious?” Hannah retorted, firmly planting her hands on her hips. “Cause guess what, I’m very serious about defending my boy from all of you.”

“Your boy??” Neither Echo nor Hunter could believe what they were hearing and looked at Hannah in disbelief and disgust.

Then Hannah suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see the droid standing behind her expectantly. “All the tables are clean, master,” he said proudly. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“You could take a long walk,” Hunter commented under his breath, earning a harsh glance from Hannah.

Thinking about it, Hannah didn’t know of anything else that needed to be done in the parlor at the moment. The only thing she could think of was checking the refresher, especially since she might’ve made a little mess in there earlier from cleaning herself.

“Yeah, have Commander Clanker deal with the sewage,” Echo commented, not bothering to hide it like Hunter did. “It fits him better. Dumb droid...”

The hard glare Hannah gave him could’ve pierced through the walls. The droid, however, was ignorant to the insult and looked at Echo curiously. “Commander Clanker? Is that my name?”

“Absolutely not,” Hannah retorted. “’Clanker’ is a derogatory term, not a name.”

“Derogatory’s a bit extreme,” Hunter said, quirking an eyebrow.

Tech suddenly appeared near the group, startling Hannah enough to make her squeal. “Technically speaking, the term ‘clanker’ is a moniker we use for all droids, usually in a hostile manner. Therefore, yes, it would be classified as a derogatory term.”

The smug look on Hannah’s face made both Echo and Hunter groan and roll their eyes.

Then Omega appeared near the group as well, thankfully not spooking Hannah as much. “How about just ‘Clank’, then? That’s not derogatory, is it?”

Hannah let out a sigh, then turned to the droid. “It’s up to him what he wants to be called. I’m not gonna pick a name for him unless he wants me to.”

The droid had been pondering ever since Omega spoke and let out a thoughtful hum. “Clank sounds nice!” he said cheerfully.

“Alright then,” Hannah responded with a giggle. “Clank it is!”

“Commander Clank!” The droid proudly proclaimed, planting his hands on his robotic hips confidently.

“Oh great,” Echo lamented, rolling his eyes.

The newly named Clank hummed thoughtfully again, then looked at Hunter. “Hey, if I’m a commander, then doesn’t that mean I actually outrank you, sergeant?”

The immediate silence from Hunter was downright petrifying. His brows practically fell into his eyes, and his face began to grow red with anger. “No,” he growled, staring down Clank with daggers in his eyes.

“Ahh, you’re probably right,” Clank responded, ignoring Hunter’s hostility. “It doesn’t matter anyway since Master Hannah is the highest authority here.”

Hannah tightly pursed her lips to keep from bursting out laughing, while Hunter’s face continued to grow redder.

Tech leaned down to Omega and said, “I think I’m beginning to see why she values the droid so much.”

Omega could only nod in agreement.

Eventually, Clank decided to go check the refresher since he wasn’t doing much good just standing there anymore. And once he was gone, Hannah used that opportunity to confront Echo and Hunter about their bad attitudes. She didn’t appreciate how hostile they were being, nor did she think it was justified in any way. Clank hadn’t personally done anything bad to them, so it was unfair to lump him in with every other Battle Droid they’d encountered before. And he was genuinely trying to be helpful, which so far had been exactly what he was.

“And what if he isn’t?” Hunter asked, maintaining his stern composure. “What if something happens to trigger his old programming again?”

“Did you not hear Tech earlier?” Hannah responded. “That’s practically impossible. And besides, I happen to know a few guys who are really good at programming and could probably prevent that from ever happening.” She shot a glance over at Tech, who acknowledged her with a nod. “You’re worried for nothing, Hunter.”

“Well, do ya blame him?” Echo interjected. “Or are you still refusing to see it from our perspective?”

“I do see it from your perspective,” Hannah answered. “I’m clearly well aware of your history with those droids. But unlike you guys, I’m willing to give him a chance at a new life. It still feels like you’re just holding onto a grudge instead of moving on.”

Something inside Echo suddenly snapped. “It’s more than just a damn grudge!” Echo shouted so harshly, it startled Hannah a bit. “You don’t get it! Of course you can forgive him! You didn’t have to endure years of being shot at by them nearly every day! You didn’t have to worry about whether or not your shots were gonna be better than theirs! You didn’t have to watch your own squad, your brothers, get gunned down by them right in front of you!”

The look on Echo’s face as he ranted was devastating. There was anger in his voice, but it was bolstered by desperation. His eyes alone spoke more of the horrors he’d seen than his words did. Even his posture, which on the surface seemed proud, held a weight to it that Hannah could literally feel. Echo wasn’t just angry. He was hurt.

“You can try to defend him all you want,” Echo continued, an obvious hitch in his voice. “But nothing will change the fact that that droid was a killer. A killer who killed my brothers. And probably other innocent people too.”

There was nothing Hannah could say in retaliation to that. She already knew all of it, of course. But hearing it from Echo and enduring the pure pain he emitted nearly made her crumble to the floor. Her lip trembled from how upset she was, and she stared back at Echo silently, wishing there was a way to end the pain, for both of them.

“I... I did that?”

A voice from the hallway suddenly drew everyone’s attention. Standing in the doorway was Clank, cloth in hand, and looking at everyone curiously. But it wasn’t his usual curiousness. The tone of his voice alone gave away how despondent he was.

Nobody knew how to respond. It was like a dense fog had filled the room, silencing anyone who tried to speak. Hannah was absolutely grief-stricken and could only look at him as such.

Then the droid stepped a bit further into the room, towards Hannah. “Did... did I really kill innocent people, master?” His voice still held the same despondent yet curious tone, and he clutched the cloth in both hands against his chest innocently.

Hannah’s lip began to tremble more. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The room remained silent.

Eventually, the one to finally speak up was Tech, who approached Clank with slight hesitancy. “We don’t know for certain the extent of your personal life before all this. It’s simply an assumption based on other droids of your model. Which we’ve had multiple encounters with on the battlefield.”

Clank took a moment to absorb Tech’s words before responding. “So... we weren’t allies then... we were...”

“Enemies,” Echo interjected, his tone still harsh as ever.

Like Echo, the droid’s posture spoke more than words could. His tall, lean frame slowly began to droop from the weight of what he’d heard. A soft, dejected sigh could be heard from him, and his head turned away solemnly.

“Clank...” Hannah approached him with glassy eyes and tenderly placed a hand on his shoulder. “I... I’m sorry... I didn’t wanna tell you...”

“It’s fine,” Clank replied, his tone matching the solemness of his posture. “I’ll just... be over here... if you need me...” Still slumped over, Clank dragged himself over to a corner of the room, sighing heavily once he got there, and drearily faced the wall, away from everyone.

Now more heart-broken than ever, Hannah slowly slouched onto one of the stools and clutched her hands to her face to hide her tears. It didn’t seem like things could get any worse.

She was wrong.

“Poor guy,” Omega lamented as she looked at Clank in the corner. “I feel bad for him.”

Without remorse, Echo promptly replied, “I don’t.”

That was the final straw for Hannah. Her chest began to heave out of pure anger, and her hands tightened into fists against her face. As bad as she felt for Echo before, it paled in comparison to her overall distress from the situation, especially now seeing Clank so upset. Plus, it was hard to feel bad for him while Echo was still being so hostile.

Hannah let out a harsh huff through her teeth and whipped her head in Echo’s direction. “Echo, I swear, if you don’t quit it, I’m gonna actually lose it.”

“Quit what?” Echo retorted. “Speaking my mind? Am I not allowed to do that anymore?”

“Not like that!” Hannah quickly got back on her feet to face Echo, her hands still balled into fists from anger. “You’re being a complete jerk!”

“Well, excuse me for not being sensitive about a kriffing droid!” Echo’s hand also balled into a fist from how angry he was, and he stared back at Hannah with the same hostility she had towards him now.

Hannah approached Echo in a way that almost made him think she was going to plow him down like a tank. Her voice was both desperate and enraged. “He’s not just a droid. He’s my droid. And if you can’t accept that, then there’s the door!!” She thrust a hand out towards the entry door before huffing in Echo’s face, then stomped away from him angrily. Echo remained where he was, but turned away from everyone with his arms crossed, clearly seething.

Once again, the tension in the room had risen to almost unbearable levels. Omega pleadingly looked between Tech and Wrecker, but neither of them knew what to say; plus, they knew better than to get involved. Hunter had different feelings on the matter though, and after a moment, he approached Hannah from behind.

“This isn’t going very well,” Hunter plainly said.

“Gee, thanks for the insight,” Hannah sarcastically replied with a scoff.

Hunter sighed before continuing. “You heard all that stuff Echo said. I dunno what ya expected.”

Hannah turned her face back just enough to catch Hunter in her peripheral sight. It was clear from her tone that she was on the verge of another outburst at any moment. “I expected you guys to at least try to act civil. But no, you went straight for the hostile route and never stopped.”

Against his better nature, Hunter decided to tread into dangerous waters with her. “You haven’t exactly been pleasant either, ya know.”

Hannah gave a look of disbelief and turned her face more towards Hunter. “Only because you two are being such jerks to Clank!”

“Hannah, he’s just a droid.”

If steam could’ve come out of Hannah’s ears, it would have. She angrily whipped around to face Hunter, her face quickly growing red. “He’s not just a droid! I’ll keep saying it until you guys get it into your stubborn heads! He is my droid. My. Droid. You don’t have to like it, but you do have to accept it. Period.”

Ever the level-headed one, Hunter maintained his calmer composure, but it was clear Hannah’s attitude was starting to aggravate him. “Does what Echo said not mean anything to you? I may not be as passionate about it as he is, but he’s not the only one who’s had to deal with those droids for the last few years.”

“I am well aware of that. And yet, Tech and Wrecker don’t seem to have as much of a problem as you and Echo do, for some reason. They’re at least trying, which is more than you two can say.” Hannah’s tone was downright condescending, and Hunter’s scowl deepened as a result.

“I’m just trying to keep everyone safe here,” Hunter responded, calmly but sternly. “And I can’t trust a droid who used to kill Clones for a living, even if his memories are gone. Especially around Omega.” He gestured to his little sister for emphasis.

Hannah stepped closer to Hunter, staring into his eyes with a harshness that would’ve instantly crumbled most others. “Do you really think I would be flippant about something like that? I’m just as committed to protecting this family as you are, Hunter. If anything, Clank can be extra protection now.”

Hunter’s eyes turned down into a harshness rivaling Hannah’s. “You are not givin’ that thing a blaster,” he said in a commanding tone.

“I will do whatever I want with my droid, thank you,” Hannah replied defiantly.

It was clear Hunter was slowly starting to lose his cool, and his chest began to heave in frustration.

“Do you remember what you said to me yesterday?” Hannah stepped even closer, only a hand’s length from Hunter now. “You wanted me to get someone to help me, yes? Well, there he is.” She gestured to the still moping Clank in the corner. “That droid is the exact answer you wanted for me. Probably even more than that. But you’re so stuck on your beliefs and worries that you can’t even see that.” She let out a scoff that almost sounded more like a chuckle. “Honestly? It almost feels like you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Hunter retorted, letting out a scoff of his own.

“You’re worried I’m gonna replace you with him, admit it.”

“What, that’s... you’re not attracted to him, are you?”

“No!! That’s not what I mean!”

“Well then don’t say things like that, good grief!”

Hannah stared at him silently in disbelief for a moment. “Why would you possibly even think that’s what I meant??”

“I don’t--” Hunter let out a long sigh through his nose and pinched the bridge of it. “Never mind, forget it. This whole thing is ridiculous...”

“Yeah, no kidding!” Hannah scoffed again and crossed her arms. “I feel like I’m back in the Prism Palace, fighting for my own freedom again!”

Hunter gave her a baffled look. “Seriously? Ok, now you’re overreacting.”

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Says the guy afraid of one little droid.”

“For good reason!”

“Really? Do you need to go back to Kamino and learn how to shoot again, sergeant?”

That finally got Hunter to break, and he shouted uncharacteristically. “Would ya quit with the attitude already? You’re just being ridiculous!”

“And you’re being a stubborn asshole!!”

And with that, Hannah gave one last angry huff before storming off into the hallway, towards the refresher. It almost sounded like she punched the button for the door before everything fell silent once again.

“Well, that really helped,” Echo sarcastically commented.

Hunter’s face twitched from how frustrated he was, and he turned back to Echo with a scowl rivaling the one he’d been giving Clank all day. “And I’m not the only stubborn asshole in the room right now.”

Like Hunter, Echo’s hostile scowl returned, and a growl erupted from his throat before he began angrily advancing on Hunter, hand balled into a fist.

That finally got the others to step in. Omega grabbed Hunter by the arm and pulled him back, while Wrecker straight up grappled Echo to keep him from attacking Hunter. And Tech planted himself in-between everyone as a human barrier, arms held out protectively.

None of them realized they were being watched.

“Huh...” Clank stood in the corner of the room, now facing out instead of towards the wall. He’d heard the whole conversation between Hannah and Hunter, and now seeing the scuffle breaking out between the Clones, he began to question his entire existence there. It was normal for families to fight, Omega had told him. But this was too much. Hannah seemed to want him there, sure. But he didn’t want to be a burden. He didn’t want to divide Hannah’s family. She’d been so kind to him, it only felt right to return that kindness. Even if that meant removing himself from her life entirely.

And so, in the midst of the commotion, Clank quietly headed for the door, intent on leaving. He took a brief look back at the Clones, who were too caught up in their fight to notice him. He remembered the holo-image in Hannah’s apartment and how happy they all looked together. Maybe they could be happy again once he was gone.

“Anything for my master,” he thought to himself, and then finally took his leave.

Droids couldn’t cry. It was debatable whether or not they could even be sad. But much like the metaphorical fog that had clouded the parlor earlier, a dreary gray cloud hung over Clank’s head as he left, raining invisible wet drops down his long, robotic face.

[next chapter]

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #self-insert #selfshipping #listen as someone with a large family irl #I am well acquainted with family drama #and therefore must pass on what I have endured #aka I'm not sorry LOL #star warz #my storiez

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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love thy neighbor

includes: beel x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

wc: 7.3k | rated t | m.list | read on ao3!

a/n: this fic is part of a trade i did with @mickeywabbit!! they did my new pfp so please give her some love!! and mika i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: some mild cursing, spiders

please reblog!!

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Whoah,” the stranger says, and you shift the boxes remaining, moving them out of your way. Without the box that had been on top, it’s much easier for you to get a handle on everything. “Careful there,” he continues once you’re finally able to see him, and you have to adjust where you’re looking because seriously, this guy is way taller than you expected.

Or, living next door to a demon.

Grimacing, you slow to a stop, trying to regain your hold on the boxes in your arms. Perhaps you’ve overestimated your strength. The boxes wobble precariously, and you wrack your brain, trying to remember what was in them. Was it anything breakable?

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, giving him a small smile. His face is delightfully open and warm and his odd purple eyes are inviting. “I thought I could get everything.”

“No worries,” your stranger says, genuinely seeming to mean it. “Are you moving in? I can help you take this where you need to go.”

Usually, you’d never give someone you didn’t know your address, but you don’t see another way to do things without making it super complicated. “I am,” you reply. “I’m in Apartment 5C.”

Your stranger’s eyes widen and he gives a little laugh, practically glowing. “No way! I’m in 5B. It’s nice to meet you, neighbor! I’m Beelzebub.”

It’s a quaint name, but it suits him, so you don’t hesitate to introduce yourself as well. Once you’ve both been properly introduced, the two of you head for the elevator.

“Do you like living here?” you ask once the doors slide shut and Beelzebub shrugs.

“It’s not the coolest place I’ve lived in, but it’s pretty nice. The city’s great, obviously, and the landlady is pleasant, so what more could you ask for?” Aside from his cheerfulness, Beelzebub seems refreshingly easy-going, a trait you’ve always admired. You continue to chat back and forth and before you know it, you’re at your door. You shift the boxes to push it open and Beelzebub sends you a reproving frown.

“Leaving your door unlocked? That’s not super safe.”

“I know,” you say, setting the boxes down with a small thud. “But since I’ve been so up and down while moving stuff in, it’s been easier for me to leave it unlocked. I promise I’ll lock it when I’m done.”

Nodding, Beelzebub sets his box down as well. “That’s good. This isn’t an unsafe complex or anything, but you can’t be too careful.” Normally, someone saying that would make you feel a little weirded out, but he just seems so genuine you can’t draw up the feeling.

“Well,” you say, “thank you so much for the save. I’d offer you a drink of something, but as you can tell, I’m not even sure where I’d find my cups.”

Beelzebub looks around at your stacks and piles of boxes and laughs. “I understand. Are you sure you don’t need any more help? I really wouldn’t mind.”

“No, but thank you. You’ve already been great.”

Beelzebub droops a little at this, almost like a puppy. It’s unbearably cute and you wonder what you’re getting yourself into. “Are you sure? I’ve got nothing else going on.”

His earnestness is unexpectedly sweet, but you remain strong, denying him once again.

“Okay,” Beelzebub finally relents, “but if you need my help, don’t hesitate to let me know. Knock on my door any time.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you promise, an idea entering your mind. “Say, do you want to exchange numbers? That way we can get ahold of one another more easily?”

“Sure thing. Here, I’ll give you mine.”

The two of you spend another moment adding each other to your contacts before you sigh. “I’ve got to get back to work. Thanks again for the help!”

“Be careful,” Beelzebub advises. “Don’t want to drop anything.”

“Right,” you agree, a little chagrined. Beelzebub disappears back into his apartment and you wait for his door to click shut before you let yourself fall back against the doorframe. You hadn’t expected to meet someone so kind, especially paired with that handsomeness, but you definitely aren’t complaining. And even aside from all of that, he really does seem like a genuinely cool person. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get to know him better.

Shaking your head, you force yourself back to work, but your mind lingers on Beelzebub.

A few weeks go by, and before you know it, you’re mostly settled in. The majority of your boxes are unpacked and everything is pretty much put together. It had taken a few trips to the thrift for you to finish decorating and everything, but you’re pretty happy with how it all looks. You think pretty much anything is better than before when you just had a few necessities out and the rest still packed away in the corner.

It feels nice to finally be able to kick back and watch TV, so you do so with relish, putting on your favorite show. You already ate earlier so you’re just nursing a glass of water, too lazy to do anything fancier. You’re about halfway through the episode - and your water - when there’s a knock at your door, ringing through your apartment. You’re not expecting anyone, so confusion runs through you. washes over you, followed by excitement.

Could it be Beelzebub?

Pausing the show, you stand, a little nervous. You don’t even know if it’s him or not! There’s no reason to get all excited. You’d been so busy with everything that you hadn’t had a chance to text him, and by the time you remembered, it had been too late. Texting him at this point would just be awkward. While you feel silly for feeling so disproportionally disappointed that he hadn’t texted, you can’t help but wish he had.

Looking through the peephole, you frown, not seeing anyone there. Opening your door, you glance around, then down. There’s a food delivery service bag sitting innocuously on your welcome mat. Again, you hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not anyone delivering food, so you lean down to pick the bag up, looking for the receipt. The bag is pretty big and heavy, so you wonder what all was ordered.

Finally finding the name on the delivery, your breath catches. It’s for Beelzebub. Giving it to him is the right thing to do, so you shore yourself up, stepping out of your room and fully into the hall, pulling your door closed behind you. Beelzebub’s door is right there, so you don’t let yourself hesitate, raising a hand and knocking firmly.

You could leave the food and go back to your apartment, like the delivery person did to you, or you could wait, use this as your chance to talk to Beelzebub.

Before you can fully commit to either option, the door swings open, revealing Beelzebub. He’s as attractive as the first time you saw him, so nope, your brain had not been making things up.

“This was accidentally delivered to me,” you say, holding out the bag, and Beelzebub brightens, taking it from you. Like the box, he handles the weight with ease, muscles flexing under his shirt.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he says. “I don’t even know how they get our apartments mixed up. The letters are clearly displayed.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply easily. “It happens. What um, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, same old same old,” Beelzebub says. “Work, school, et cetera. It’s just been pretty busy.”

“Believe me, I get it.” Your mind flashes back to how hectic your days have been as of late. “Where do you go to school?”

A funny look crosses his face and you hope you haven’t somehow misstepped. That was a pretty normal question to ask, right?

“I’m currently virtual,” Beelzebub explains. “It’s an Academy down, er, south. My brothers and I all go there, but the rest of them are on campus for the most part. Although, they do come to visit me. Speaking of,” he adds, eyes widening, “they can be a pretty crazy bunch so if you ever run into them just keep that in mind. Take anything they say with a grain of salt. They love teasing me.”

“I will,” you say, chucking a little. You can’t imagine what they’d be like and hope, even though it’s pretty improbable, that you’ll get to meet them. “Do you have a big family, then? And it sounds like you and your brothers are close.”

“Well, including me, there’s seven of us,” Beelzebub says, ducking his head a little at your noise of amazement. “And we have our issues like any family, but for the most part, it’s okay. I’m closest with my twin, Belphegor.”

“A twin!” you exclaim, delighted. “That must be nice! And that’s a lot of brothers. Are you guys like right in the middle, or…?”

“Youngest,” Beelzebub says. “Well, Belphie is, but he hates being reminded of that.” His smile is fond and soft, and you feel yourself melting a little. “And you’re correct, that is a lot. I love them all but being here is kind of nice.”

“I’d imagine so,” you agree before stepping back a little, not wanting to steal his attention for too long. “Anyway, it’s been nice talking to you, but I should probably let you get to dinner. Enjoy your food!”

“Oh!” Beelzebub looks surprised, like he’s completely forgotten about his delivery. “I will. Thanks again for bringing it over.”

“Yeah, because my journey was so far,” you joke, and Beelzebub’s laugh follows you all of the way back into your apartment. Once your door is closed and locked, you lean up against it, heart pounding.

You’ve only met him twice, and both times were so brief, but you feel inexplicably drawn to him. He’s just so polite and cool, and something is undeniably different about him, something you can't put your finger on. It drew you in all the same.

Shaking yourself, you go back to your couch, pressing play on your show. It’s easier going back to this than going back to moving in was, and so you fall back into watching, losing yourself in the familiar plot.

A few days later, your alarm goes off, and you open your eyes, wishing you didn’t have to get up. So distracted by your musing you almost miss the large spider right above your face, hanging from the ceiling. Almost.

You freeze, and it drops.

A scream escapes you as you scrub over your face, rolling right off of your bed and onto the floor. You frantically make sure it’s not on you before calming down slightly, though your heart is still racing. You become aware of knocking on the door, and Beelzebub calling to you through it.

“MC? Is everything okay in there? I heard you scream and there was a large crash.”

Before he can get any ideas, like to call the police, you wrench the door open, pasting on a wobbly smile. “Hey,” you manage, breathless.

“Are you alright?” he asks, looking you over. “Did something happen?”

“I’m okay,” you say reassuringly, “I’m sorry for the scare. I woke up to a spider in my face is all.”

Beelzebub’s face softens, some of the tension draining out of him. Had he really been so worried about you? “I’m sorry that happened,” he says seriously, “but I’ll admit I’m glad it’s not anything worse. You really freaked me out.”

You groan. “Yeah, I can imagine. Did I wake you?”

Beelzebub looks down at his sweats and a plain t-shirt, letting out a little chuckle. “Yeah, but don’t worry too much about it. I get up around this time anyway.” He looks around. “Hey, I like what you’ve done with the place, it looks great.”

Remembering he’d only seen your moving-in mess and not your actual, finished apartment, you step aside, inviting him in. “Thank you. Would you like some coffee or anything? I have cream and sugar and all that.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got to get on with your day,” Beelzebub says reluctantly, and you shake your head.

“Nope, I’ve actually got nothing planned. I just get up early out of habit. But if you’ve got something, don’t let me keep you.”

“I don’t,” Beelzebub says, “so if you’re sure.”

“It’s the least I can do after waking you up and everything,” you say, beckoning him towards your kitchen island. You pour out two cups then pull out the creamer, milk, and sugar, offering them to Beelzebub. Once both of your coffees are made to your liking, you lean against the counter, cradling the cup in your hands.

“You’re also welcome to any fruit,” you offer, nodding at the fruit bowl on the counter, “and I’m pretty sure I have some croissants tucked away somewhere.”

“That would be great,” Beelzebub replies. You pull out the bakery bag, handing it to him. He takes one, and the next thing you know, it’s gone. You’ve never seen anyone eat that fast.

Speaking of fast, you think, how did he get over to my door so fast? It had only been a few seconds after you screamed that he had knocked on your door. And if you really woke him up as he claimed, it would have been practically impossible for him to make it all the way to you.

Shooting a suspicious glance over at him, you watch him devour an apple with ease, humming contentedly as he does. What are you thinking? It probably took longer for you to regain your senses than you thought it did. Yes, that must have been it.

“Hold the elevator please,” someone calls, and instinctively, you do as you’re asked, sticking your arm out. Two guys shuffle in, the one in front giving you a bright smile.

“Thank you so much,” he says, running a hand through his strawberry blond hair. “This elevator is so slow, and I’m not really in the mood to climb the stairs.”

The other one jostles the first, green eyes hard. “Shut up, idiot. People don’t just talk to each other randomly.”

Something about his phrasing seems weird, but honestly, the whole situation kind of is, so you just give them a vague smile, shifting your eyes down and away from them. Their conversation continues in hushed whispers that are, unfortunately, completely audible to you.

“Satan, they’re going to the fifth floor too! Do you think-”

“Shut up,” green-eyes, or Satan, you suppose, hisses. “You’re so annoying, Asmo. It’s like you forget how to act when you’re away for too long.”

Asmo pouts, but thankfully, the elevator chimes, signaling your floor before you’re forced to be in an enclosed space with them any longer. You walk to your door with purposeful strides, aware of them somewhat behind you. As you unlock your door, checking back over your shoulder to gauge their position every so often, Beelzebub’s swings open.

“MC, hey,” he says, clearly startled. He then looks around you. “Satan, Asmo, what are you two doing?”

You follow his gaze back to the pair, who look like they’ve been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Beel!” Asmo cheers, hastening forward to Beelzebub. “We’re here! Haven't you missed us?”

“Debatable,” Beelzebub says, though his ears are tinged red as he makes eye contact with you again. You realize you’re staring and look away, twisting your key the rest of the way.

“And is this your neighbor?” Asmo asks, and you look up again, realizing he’s talking to? about? you.

“Yes, and they look like they’re in a hurry, so let’s not bother them,” Beelzebub says, sending you an apologetic look. From behind you, Satan snorts.

“Oh,” Asmo says, drooping. “But surely a little introduction wouldn’t hurt?” He looks up at Beelzebub with pleading eyes and though they’re not even directed at you, you can feel himself bending under his will slightly.

“Um, I’m MC,” you venture as the silence stretches, and Asmo’s attention snaps to you.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” he enthuses, shaking your hand delicately. “I’m Asmodeus, and behind you is Satan. We’re Beel’s brothers.”

Aside from their unearthly beauty, they look nothing alike. Beelzebub towers over both of them and they all have varying eye and hair colors. Are they even blood-related?

It’s rude to speculate on something like that, so you push the thought away, giving Asmo - Asmodeus - a smile. “It’s nice to meet you too. Are you guys visiting Beelzebub?”

“Yes, but if I’d have known his new little neighbor was so cute, I’d have come a lot sooner,” Asmodeus says, and you blink. Wow, okay, you’re being flirted with, right? As he stares at you, his eyes almost seem to glow, but that’s definitely just a trick of the light.

“Stop it,” Satan says, moving around you to stand next to Asmodeus. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a charmer, but don’t pay him any mind.”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly, looking between the three of them. Asmodeus frowns a little, and you see Beelzebub and Satan exchanging looks. You were reminded of when Beelzebub had told you about his brothers- he was right, they are weird. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” you say, “and again, it was nice meeting you.”

They let you go then, thankfully, and you’re left to your thoughts as you hear Beelzebub’s door close too. What an odd bunch, you think, kicking off your shoes. Really, you’d thought Beelzebub had been exaggerating, but after this… well, probably not. And this was only two of his six brothers! What were the rest of them like, and what had their childhood been like, to make them all so different?

Telling yourself it was none of your business, you decide to make lunch, setting your phone on the counter. You haven't been cooking long before it buzzes, so you lean over, checking the message.

It’s Beelzebub!

Beelzebub: Hey, I’m sorry if Asmo made you uncomfortable. He can be a lot when you first meet him :/

You: no worries! he seems like an eclectic character, but it works for him haha

Beelzebub: This may seem like a weird question, but did you feel anything when he was looking at you earlier?

You pause to consider the question. Is he jealous, asking if you were interested in his brother? The thought sends a tingle down your spine, but that doesn’t seem exactly right. Beelzebub’s never seemed like the jealous type, and he seems almost cautious.

You: no? should I have?

Beelzebub: No, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure he didn't make you

Beelzebub: Uncomfortable, or something.

You: not at all lol

A few minutes go by and you assume Beelzebub’s finished with the conversation. Returning to your abandoned lunch, you finish up cooking, deciding to sit at the island and eat. You can hear muffled sounds from Beelzebub’s apartment, which is a rarity. Usually, he’s so silent you hardly know if he’s there or not. It must be his brothers’ influence, as most of it sounds like laughter.

Time flies by as you fall into a routine, settling fully into your new apartment. You run into Beelzebub here and there, along with some of your other neighbors, but really, there’s not another incident that forces you together like the ones in the past. You’re a little disappointed, but saying hello to him in the hall is pretty nice, especially since he always gives you this sweet, excited smile.

You haven’t met any more of his brothers, unfortunately, but the memory of Asmodeus and Satan never fails to bring a smile to your face. You wonder if Beelzebub had talked about you to them, if that’s why Asmodeus had been so insistent on talking to you. It’s an odd thought, especially paired with the general weirdness that had surrounded him, but definitely not an unwelcome one.

“Excuse me,” someone says, startling you from your thoughts. You apologize and move out of the way, realizing you had been blocking the produce. This isn’t the first time you’ve been distracted thinking about Beelzebub, but it never fails to embarrass you when it happens.

Finishing up your shopping, you carry the bags back to your apartment building, enjoying the walk. It’s a nice day, and the bustle of the city is comforting and lively. Your building isn’t far from the store, so it doesn't take you long at all to step into the lobby, heading right for the elevator.

There’s a guy in there when you step in, slouched against the wall, but he pays you no mind so you do the same, glad your floor is already pressed so you don't have to ask him to press it. The elevator begins moving upwards like normal, but somewhere around the third floor it jolts to a stop, and you catch yourself on the hand railing. You look over at the guy, just as the lights go out.

You swear they’re glowing a faint purple color, but before you can determine if your eyes are just playing tricks on you due to the sudden darkness, the backup lights kick on, illuminating everything dimly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, and the guy raises an eyebrow.

“Does this happen often?”

It doesn’t, actually, and you tell him as much. You’ve never had any problems with the elevator before this- sure, it was old, but you’d never got stuck or heard of anyone else getting stuck in it!

“Try the emergency phone,” you say, and the guy leans down, opening up the panel. He pulls the phone off of the receiver, but you’re dismayed to hear an odd, prolonged beep instead of the dial tone. “Crap, okay. I’m going to call my neighbor and tell him we’re stuck in here so he can let the landlady know.”

He simply nods so you pull up Beelzebub’s contact, pressing call. It only rings a few times before he thankfully picks up.

“MC? What’s up?”

“I’m stuck in the elevator,” you say, and hear him inhale sharply. “We seem stable enough, so I’m not super concerned about it, but I want to get out of here.”

“Tell him the phone doesn't work,” the guy says, and you nod.

“Who was that,” Beelzebub asks, apparently able to hear him.

"The guy who's also in here." You give the guy an awkward smile, feeling rude for talking about him when he can hear. “What’s your name,” you ask, and the guy yawns before answering.

“Belphegor.”

You repeat the name to Beelzebub, who makes a weird noise.

“Okay, weird coincidence, but I think you’re in there with my twin.” Beelzebub’s voice sounds a little strangled. You jerk your head over to Belphegor, who’s staring at the ground tiredly. He looks nothing like Beelzebub, but then again, neither did Asmodeus or Satan, and really, it’s not like he has a common name.

“No way,” you say, before raising your voice slightly. “Hey, are you related to Beelzebub?”

Belphegor’s eyes snap to yours, and again, you’re reminded of that eerie purple glow. Once is easy enough to pass off, but both his and Asmodeus’ eyes glowing? Weird.

Bigger problems, you remind yourself.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m on the phone with him right now,” you say, putting Beelzebub on speakerphone. “Say hello.”

“Beel?” Belphegor asks. “This is your neighbor?”

“Uh, yes?” Beelzebub says. “Has Asmodeus been running his mouth again?”

“He always does.” Belphegor rolls his eyes. “Anyway, can you get us out of here? We’ve got to get to that meeting.”

Beelzebub chuckles. “Sure thing. I’ll call you back when I contact who I need to. Hang on.”

Beelzebub hands up then, leaving you and Belphegor in silence. “So, you’re his twin?” you venture and Belphegor flicks his bangs out of his eyes.

“I am. And you’re his neighbor. MC, right?”

Beelzebub must talk about you! Or Asmodeus, based on what Beelzebub had said on the phone. Either way, it was a thrilling thing to be aware of.

“That I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

You continue chatting for a few more minutes before you feel your phone buzz and eagerly answer it, putting Beelzebub on speakerphone once again.

“Bad news,” Beelzebub says, and your heart drops. What could he mean by that? “The landlady won’t answer. My next step is to call the fire department but I thought I should let you guys know first.”

“The fire department?” you echo, dismayed. The one time the landlady isn’t picking up…

“Beelzebub, we don’t have that kind of time,” Belphegor says. “We need to get to R.A.D. ASAP. Are we sure we can’t just tell them? There’s no other way.”

Tell you what?

“Lucifer’ll want to kill us,” Beelzebub says, and Belphegor shrugs, even though Beelzebub can’t see him.

“That’s nothing new. But really, you like them, don’t you? And they don’t seem like the type to blab.”

“I don’t appreciate being spoken about as if I’m not there,” you say, more firmly than you feel. “If one of you could please explain, that’d be great.”

“Sorry, MC,” Beelzebub apologizes, putting you a little bit at ease. “Belphie and I have an appointment we simply can not miss. It’s a matter of interworld diplomacy. What Belphie is about to do, you can’t tell anyone.”

Interworld diplomacy? “What’s he going to do?”

“Teleportation,” Belphegor answers, and your jaw drops.

“Okay, you guys are officially crazy,” you say, and Belphegor sighs. “Oh, god, I’m trapped in an elevator with an insane person.”

“We’re not crazy,” Beelzebub promises. “Look, just let Belphegor do his thing and you’ll be out of the elevator, safe and sound. Doesn’t that sound nice.”

Despite the ludicrousness of the entire situation, you can't help but trust Beelzebub, at least a little bit. “Fine,” you eventually say. “Please make this quick.”

You don’t believe you’re actually going to get teleported- after all, who would? - but it can't hurt to comply. You hang up the phone and Belphegor takes your hand, making you swallow nervously. What is he going to do?

Belphegor mutters something, too low for you to hear, and before you know it, you’re enveloped in that same glowing purple light you’d seen in his eyes earlier. You can’t describe how it feels to be displaced like that. It’s incredibly disorienting and when you get to your destination, you stumble. Beelzebub catches you as you look around wildly.

“You’re in my apartment,” Beelzebub soothes, and you realize that you are, in fact, where he says.

“Holy shit,” you say, “I just got teleported. What is wrong with you guys?”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who just got you out of a stuck elevator,” Belphegor says with another yawn. “But for your information, we’re demons.”

You stagger away from Beelzebub, sitting heavily on his couch. “Demons,” you echo reedily. “Of course.”

“I know this is a big shock,” Beelzebub says, “but it’s the truth. I’m Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, and Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth. Satan and Asmo are Wrath and Lust, respectively.”

“Demons,” you say again. “Okay. Um, do you guys like, eat people?”

Beelzebub winces. “Um, only their souls. And only every once in a while. But!” he continues, seeing your expression, “I swear they’re bad people. And there’s a lot of paperwork involved. It’s definitely not my favorite activity.”

You put a hand to your forehead. “Wow. This is a lot.”

Beelzebub nods seriously. “I get that. If you don’t want to ever talk to me I understand.”

You look at him, meeting those now familiar eyes. His face is as open and sincere as always, and you're reminded of just how good he is. You don’t really know anything about demons, but none of them had seemed like agents of the underworld. He, and his brothers, had all been pretty cool.

“I don’t want that,” you admit. “But no more teleporting, got that?”

Relief breaks out across Beelzebub’s face. “Got it. Thank you for not running out of here screaming. Very few humans know about us.”

“So is there like a whole community of you or something?” you ask, but before Beelzebub can respond, Belphegor clears his throat.

“Beel, we’ve got to get to that meeting.”

“You’re right.” Beelzebub sighs. “MC, I promise I’ll answer any questions you have once we get back. You’re welcome to wait here if you wish, but of course, you can go back to your apartment too. It may take some time for us to return since I’ll have to file an incident report with Lucifer, my oldest brother, but I’ll text you when I’m almost done.”

“Okay,” you agree warily, and before you know it, Beelzebub and Belphegor are stepping through another purple portal. You’ve seen and experienced it, but you’re still having a hard time believing that people can freaking teleport.

Deciding you really need your bed, you make the trek back to your apartment, putting the almost forgotten about grocery bags on the counter. You let out a muffled yell into your blankets before rolling over onto your back. Fact: Beelzebub was a demon. Fact: Beelzebub was one of the sweetest, kindest people you’d ever met.

Okay, so what if they’re demons? you rationalize. It’s weird, yes, and unbelievable, but real, as proven by you getting freaking teleported. You’d always prided yourself on your ability to just roll with things so you could just add this to the list. Magic and demons and soul-eating we’re all things you could come to terms with.

Really, you almost think something’s wrong with you. You’re freaked, but not nearly as much as you should be. You’d already been picking up on weird things, like the fast, unexplainable movements, or the glowing eyes crap. You had been fine hanging with him when you had known that Beelzebub was a little strange, but now that you had a name for it you were being a chicken? Absolutely not.

The reveal hadn’t made a dent in the attraction you felt for Beelzebub. Really, your emotions were the same, it was just your mind that was struggling to come to terms with everything. You definitely still wanted to interact with Beelzebub, and really, it seemed like he wanted that too, so the only thing you could do - you would do - is get over it.

Mind made up, you rolled back out of bed. Beelzebub had said he was the Avatar of Gluttony, right? That surely applied to food, you think, remembering how you’d seen him eat. Maybe you could make him something.

When Beelzebub came back, Belphegor in tow, you were ready for them. You spent a long time discussing things, but in the end, you all agreed that this was okay, and it didn’t really change anything. You and Beelzebub were still friends, and now you were cool with Belphegor too, so everything was just fine.

(“Belphie,” Belphegore had said. “Call me Belphie.”

“Oh, if you’re doing that then call me Beel,” Beelzebub added, and you beamed at the both of them.)

They explained everything that was happening between the and Lucifer who was, apparently, pretty pissed that they had revealed themselves to you. According to Belphie, he’d been ready to punish them both when the prince of the entire realm had pardoned them. And oh yeah, the prince wanted to meet you, so that was something you’d be doing.

But really, everything was fine and you went to bed that night happy, a new contact for Belphie on your phone.

Which has led you to this: Asmodeus blowing up your phone, because, somehow, he’d gotten your number from Belphie.

“Who’s texting you so much?” Beel asks you, and you flip your screen to show him.

“Your brother. He sure is funny.” You’re not being serious, exactly, but Beelzebub’s eyes still snap to yours.

“He is? Not annoying? MC, I can get him to stop texting you if you want.”

His weird tone catches your attention and you frown. “No, it’s fine. Beel,” you say slowly, almost disbelieving, “are you jealous?”

Beel shrugs, looking down. “So what if I am? You were my, uh, friend first and I don’t want your attention to be monopolized.”

You squint at him. You’re pretty sure he likes you, and you don't exactly hide how you feel about him, but you hadn’t yet found the need to directly address it, liking the current relationship you have just fine.

There had been a shift, after your big talk about the demon thing, like he felt like he could finally be completely open with you. You’ve just been doing your best to take it in stride, something you hope he’s appreciated.

“Well, don’t worry about that,” you promise him. “You’re always going to be my favorite.”

Beel blushes then, and you hide your smile as you return to your phone, continuing the conversation with Asmodeus. You feel his eyes on you every once in a while, so you look up, smiling gently. You never could have thought that buying this apartment would have led to this whole new world and a guy like you’ve never found before. It’s amazing, really, and you don’t regret it for one second.

“What are you thinking about?” Beel asks, and you turn towards him.

“Why?”

“You’ve just got this look on your face. It’s really… I can’t explain it, but it's good.”

You laugh. “I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have met you. I can hardly imagine life without you and your brothers.”

“My time with you has been some of my best time on this earth,” Beel says, and the admission shocks you. You’ve been learning more and more about his history, so you know he’s had a lot of time. “And speaking of, some of my other brothers want to meet you. And Diavolo’s been asking about you.”

“As in, me to go down to the Devildom?”

Beel nods. “If you want. They don’t want to make you uncomfortable, though, so if you’d prefer to meet up here that’s viable too.”

“I’d love to go done there and meet everyone. Plus, I’d like to see your home and see you in your home element.” You stretch, cracking your back. “I’ve heard so much about this demon form that I’ve found I’m quite curious.”

“It’s not that cool,” Beel says, and you lean over to jab at him, lightly. You don’t want to break your fingers on his muscles, after all.

“Don’t say that! I’m sure it’s very cool!”

“Alright, alright,” Beel acquiesces, laughing. “I’ll start planning a visit then. It’s been too long since I’ve been down there for anything but business.”

“Good.”

Weekend bag packed, you knock on the door to Beel’s apartment, nervously gripping the strap. You’re reminded of the first time you had done this, when the food delivery service had gone to the wrong address. It feels like so long ago!

“You ready?” Beel asks, opening the door. “I’ve got everything set up.”

“Let’s do this,” you say, with a little more confidence than you feel. You’re still not that comfortable with magic, and the idea of meeting everyone is a little nerve-wracking. But you’re excited, too.

“Awesome,” Beel says, leading you to the living room. He performs the same incantation (you think that’s what it’s called?) as Belphie had, and a portal opens up. It’s red, this time, and you wonder if that has to do with the fact that it was Beel who made it. You’ll have to ask at some point.

Beel takes your hand, and you warm at the touch. His palm is rough and his hand almost dwarves yours, reminding you of just how large Beel is, something you’d grown used to in your time spent with him. He gives you another one of those earnest, sweet grins and waits for you to step through, letting you go at your own pace.

It’s less disorienting, this time, maybe because you’ve teleported once before, but it’s still a shock to look around and see a place so odd-looking. The sky is dark and red-tinges, and a large manor stands in front of you, dead trees ringed around it. A crow, or something like it, caws in the distance, and involuntarily, you shiver.

“All right?” Beel asks, and you nod.

“So this is the Devildom, huh? It’s really cool!”

“I’m glad you think so.” Beel makes no move to pull his hand from yours so you keep yours there as well. “This is my brothers and I’s home, the House of Lamentation.”

“Sick name,” you murmur as Beel leads you through the thick, wrought iron gate. Brown grass covers the ground, and bushes and other plants edge the house, but they’re nothing like you’ve ever seen before. it’s absolutely amazing. As you get up closer to the house, someone opens the door and welcomes you in.

“Hello,” he says, “I am Lucifer, eldest and Avatar of Pride. It is an honor to meet you.” His sharp red eyes flick down to your joined hands and you sheepishly pull away to shake his hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you too,” you say. “I’m MC. You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer says. “Everyone is in the sitting room if you’d like to proceed there.”

He’s much more old-fashioned than his brothers, but it suits him well. He leads you through the twisting halls with ease, pace measured. You trail behind, looking at everything with wide eyes. Only Beel’s hand on your back keeps you from slowing to a stop to examine anything further.

Everyone stands when you walk in, and you notice Asmodeus sending you a fluttering wave. You return it, making him beam. You go through introductions and it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to some of the names. You feel like you know them all already, at least a little bit, from Beel’s stories and anecdotes.

“And this is Lord Diavolo,” Lucifer says, gesturing to a red-headed man. He grins at you, canines sharp in the light.

“Um, I’m afraid I don’t know the rules here, so should I bow or something?" you ask, and he laughs.

“Not it all. It’s so nice to finally meet you! When the twins told me they revealed themselves to you, I was so surprised. They tend to stick to themselves and are pretty fastidious in their efforts to remain concealed.”

“As I said, it was an emergency,” Belphie intones, and Diavolo laughs again.

“I know, I know. I’m merely teasing. I think it’s nice Beelzebub’s made a friend. Or maybe more,” he amends, raising an eyebrow, and your cheeks heat.

You spend the next few minutes getting to know them all better before Diavolo sighs, lacing his fingers together. “MC, I’ll admit I had a special reason for wanting to meet you. I think it’s time Beelzebub comes back to the Devildom.”

Your stomach drops. Never in a million years could you have imagined that this is what he wanted to talk with you about!

“Wha-” Beel begins, but you cut him off.

“Of course. I understand. Beel is very important to you all and does important work for the Devildom. I totally get it.” Your hands are clenched into fists and you have to choke the words out.

“No, please, you didn't let me finish,” Diavolo says concernedly. “I wanted to invite you to take part in an exchange program. You’d join us down here for a year, attending our school. It’s part of my diplomacy plan to bring this, the human realm, and the angel realm closer together.”

The relief you feel is heady; you can barely hear him over your heartbeat, elation soaring through you.

“Now, I’d understand if you needed some time to think about it,” Diavolo continues. “A year is a long time and you have a life up in the human realm.”

“No,” you blurt out. “I’d love it.”

Diavolo grins again, clapping his hands. “Great! I’m glad we got that out of the way. I’ll have Barbatos draw up the paperwork and get you all of the official information and everything, but for now, we should continue to talk!”

Conversation flows easily and freely among you all. All of the brothers are so different and fun and you can easily see yourself falling into place among them. It almost feels as if you were meant for this, meant to be with them. But no, you’re just being silly.

Beel seems so happy with them. Even when he’s not talking, he’s got a little smile on your face, paying attention to whoever's speaking. It’s cute, and he definitely catches you looking at him more than once.

Eventually, real life catches up with them all, and you break apart so everyone can take care of their business. For you that's getting settled into your room, making yourself at home. It’s the first time you and Beel have been alone since you’d arrived, and you can’t help but wonder what he thought of your decision to join the exchange program.

“This is wonderful!” you gush, looking at the tree in the middle of the room. “Everything is so cool.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Beel says, rubbing the back of his head. “You know, since you’ll be here for a whole year and all.”

“Are you okay with that?” you ask seriously. “I said yes but if you’d rather me not come down here then I’d totally respect that too.”

“Of course I am!” Beel exclaims. “Why would you think that! I’d love having you down here, I love y-” He cuts off suddenly, snapping his mouth shut, eyes wide. You gape at him. There’s only one thing that that sentence could have finished with, and though you’ve known he’s liked you, you had no idea his feelings ran that deep.

Not that you’re complaining, though.

“What was that?’ you ask sweetly, drawing up closer to him. His ears are red again.

“I, um, like you a lot,” Beel says, and you can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face.

“I like you a lot too.” You’re almost in his space then, but he doesn’t look like he particularly minds. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, then. Otherwise, this would be a bit awkward.”

Pulling him down to your level is a bit awkward, but Beel complies easily enough. His lips are warm, like the rest of him, and slightly chapped. All in all, it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had and you don’t hesitate to take a second, then a third, continuing until you lose count.

“Was that okay?” you ask, looking up at him. “I probably should have asked or something.”

“More than okay,” Beel replies, cupping your jaw with his hand. It makes your heart race like the first time you’d seen him and you hope that feeling never goes away. “MC, I-”

Whatever he’s going to say gets cut off again, this time, by someone else.

“Whoah!” Mammon says from the doorway. “Ya should've shut the door if you were going to do that. Wait a damn minute, you two are doing that! I won the bet!” He cackles. “I’m rich.”

“Go away, Mammon,” Beel says, pushing the door shut. Vaguely, you can still hear him crowing about his victory, but soon enough you’re distracted by Beel kissing you again.

As he pulls you into him, wrapping those strong arms around you, you think Ah, life is good . You’re about to spend a year in the coolest place ever, with the coolest people ever, and you’re kissing your boyfriend? partner? (whatever, you’ll figure that out later) who’s the hottest guy you’d ever laid your eyes on. You’ve never felt more thankful for your dumb decision to carry more than you were able to.

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year ago

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Chubtober Day 12!

Today’s prompt is from fatguarddog’s list - Space Station. Although, I will admit this little drabble is more space adjacent lol - enjoy!

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Namjoon and Jungkook are both astronauts while their partner, Jimin, is a nurse. Namjoon and Jungkook are supposed to go on a mission together, super exciting for everyone involved even though Jimin has been struggling with the idea of a year and half without them.

While in preparation for the mission, Namjoon gets injured in a practice scenario from an accident out of his control. A large piece of equipment failed and left him with an injured leg.

Namjoon has to stay home now, unable to recover and prepare before the mission date. He works with Jimin to convince Jungkook to go for them both, being proud of him and with a brave face until takeoff.

Jungkook is gone from a 16-18 month trip and while he is away, the grief of losing his opportunity hits Namjoon hard. Between the mental toll and his physical recovery, comfort eating becomes his new normal.

The weight piles on quickly considering his sudden lack of physical activity and much larger intake. Namjoon spent his days on their couch, alternating between savory and sweet snacks while he watches various space movies.

Jimin is slightly enabling Joon as he functions as his caregiver, knowing and empathizing with how difficult this is - monitoring his mental health more closely than his physical health. He would much rather see Namjoon enjoy a filling meal and cuddle with him than be despondent and wrapped up in his own thoughts.

After finally healing his leg, Namjoon becomes a professor. He makes the difficult decision with Jimin to leave the organization all together due to the trauma. He couldn’t fathom going into work and seeing what he couldn’t have over and over again.

Jungkook talks to them over video call when able, but Namjoon’s emotional state and weight gain isn’t noticeable to him, especially when Jimin was expected to most of the talking anyway.

Namjoon made all his previous colleagues, their friends, and family promise not to say anything since Jungkook couldn’t do anything. They all agree considering Namjoon’s fragile situation.

Jimin constantly is torn between telling Jungkook and honoring Namjoon’s wishes, knowing the stress could put Jungkook at a health risk which already has Jimin on edge but also hating how much Namjoon is struggling.

By the time Jungkook’s mission is returning home, Namjoon has gained nearly 80 pounds in that year and a half. Jimin had gotten him into therapy and his mental state was much better, but Namjoon’s weight was still slowly climbing.

Jungkook arrives home, so incredibly excited to reunite with his partners but completely shocked by Namjoon’s new stature then surprised again by his partner’s change in career.

The misplaced guilt hits Jungkook hard, needing to talk through it with Jimin night and after night once he is home with them. He admits that while he is angry about the fact that they hid Namjoon’s situation from him, he also understands their rationale to keep him focused up in space.

Jimin also explains his own struggle of seeing Namjoon going through such a hard time while Jungkook was away as well. Jungkook decides to approach Namjoon about it which leads to a lot of emotions but also acceptance.

Jimin and Jungkook love Namjoon no matter what and as Jimin keeps telling him, he carries his new weight well. Namjoon is starting to accept that his astronaut days are long behind him now and he is becoming content with his new body.

Jungkook adjusts to being back home and also shifts to a career based in education and leadership, telling his partners that it’s not the same without Namjoon.

Jimin is loved and appreciated by his partners for being the glue between them during the most difficult phase of their relationship.

And Namjoon heals. He works through the pain and grief of losing his dream while excelling at and enjoying his new career. His relationship blossoms once again through the love and support of his partners.

Through all of this, Namjoon also continues to enjoy and rely on food to comfort him. However, he’s not all that upset as his new weight is proof of a journey he persevered.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby namjoon #supportive jimin #supportive jungkook #sbt chubtober

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peachycoreroo · 3 years ago

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i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

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devildomdisaster · 3 years ago

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I’d like to request a body switching scenario with [Satan, Asmo, Beelz, Solomon, Simeon] and an Gender Neutral MC with undisclosed chronic health issues. Like brittle bones that break if you step a little goofy, stress ulcers, sensitivity to light, joint pain, poor stamina, etc. I just want to see the boys go “You live like this?!”

Satan:

Satan has a habit of collecting rare magical objects. Somehow quite a few of these cause body-switching incidents.

The cursed object causes the two of you to lose consciousness for a few minutes. When he wakes up he is in immediate pain.

His first thought is that the spell must have caused this and you must be in pain too! If he, a demon, is in this much pain it must be excruciating for a human.

He rushes to you or tries to. But falls to his knees in shock as a shooting pain runs through him.

He blinks watering eyes and sees his body stirring on the floor and realizes you’ve switched bodies.

You sit up feeling better than you’ve felt in years. Wondering if this is ‘normal’ or if that cursed object gave you super healing.

It’s only when you hear your own voice calling your name that you realize you and Satan have switched bodies.

You can see the tears in his(your body's) eyes and know exactly what's happening. You’ve had chronic pain for years. And Satan is sitting in just the right way to send shooting pain up your spine.

“Lay down on your back,” you order him. He has just enough control to follow your order and lower your body down slowly.

You can see Satan’s relief on your face as the pain eases slightly. It takes a moment for the worst of the pain to subside and his breath to even out.

He’s staring at the ceiling when he speaks, voice still a little shaky, “You live like this?”

You hum out a yes.

“All- all the time?” he asks, horrified.

“Sometimes it's worse than others. If I move or sit in certain ways it gets real bad. But if I avoid those movements it’s bearable.”

Satan turns to you “This is what you call bearable?!”

You shrug, “That position is usually pretty safe. So yeah probably.”

He is careful to move your body a little as possible as he shifts to point at a spellbook. “That book-”

“Are you going to change us back?” you ask.

“I-” he hesitates. Clearly not wanting you to be in pain again.

“Look, Satan it’s not that I don’t enjoy being pain-free. But I’ve dealt with it for years now. I’ve learned how to function around it. I had to. You on the other hand are going to be laying on the floor for most of the day if you stay in my body.”

“I’m going to find a way to fix you.” He says firmly as you place the book in his hands.

“Promises, promise,” you sing, preparing yourself to experience the pain in your body again.

“I mean it. As soon as I can move again I am going to find a way to help you. Devildom magic has to be better than human medicine.”

Asmo:

Asmo bought you matching bracelets. “Look Mc, I bought us these bracelets! They are supposed to bring us closer together!”

Well, they did bring you closer together. Just not in the way Asmo intended.

When he clasped the bracelets on, you felt a shiver go down your spine and when you opened your eyes you felt...different. Better. There was no aching pain. For once the dazzling lights of Asmo’s room didn’t cause you to wince. That's when you realize you’ve switched bodies.

Asmo on the other hand immediately cringed and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching his(your) head.

Asmo groaned pitifully, teary eyes squinting at you “Mc, how do you do anything like this??”

He curls up beneath his covers, and you make your way around his room turning off all the lights and closing his curtains. Once the light is gone, Asmo peers out from beneath the covers, “Do you live like this all the time?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“No wonder your room is so dark. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

You shrug at him, “The Devildom is better than the human realm. There’s no bright sunlight here.”

Once the spell wears off, Asmo keeps the bracelet on both as a reminder of how you live with this chronic illness and as the intended purpose of showing how close the two of you are.

He buys you super dark glasses to try and filter out some of the bright light that bothers you.

and asks Solomon to help him find any magical treatments that might help you.

Beel:

Beel and you switch bodies after eating some of Solomon’s cooking.

Neither of you wants to eat Solomon’s cooking, but you had the misfortune to be the only two people who couldn’t find an excuse to get out of it.

Beel doesn’t know how it happened, Solomon doesn’t know how it happened, you sure as hell don’t know how this happened. But here you are with a strange magic ‘cake’ in hand, looking at your body from Beel’s eyes.

Your first thought is how strong you feel in Beel’s body. Like you could do anything. The exhaustion and joint pain you normally deal with is gone.

Is this how normal people live? Although you suppose a demon doesn’t count as a normal human, so it’s not such a good comparison.

You watch as Beel catches himself on the counter as he adjusts to the symptoms of your illness.

He lowers your body to the ground. Sitting gingerly as the movement causes the joint pain to flare.

“Mc, is this how you feel every day?” He is so so concerned about you! How do you function if you feel like this all the time? “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“It’s ok, Beel. I’ve figured out how to deal with it.”

“It is not ok. Mc, we could have helped you!”

It’s strange to be lectured by your own voice and body. But Beel does a good job of it. He insists that you have to tell him when your symptoms act up and convinces you to let him speak with Lucifer about trying some magical treatments.

The potion doesn’t wear off for several hours. You feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying this when Beel is so obviously suffering, but you can’t remember the last time you felt so good. So capable.

Once the spell wears off Beel insists on carrying you around so you aren't as fatigued and to avoid aggravating your joint pain.

Be prepared for trying a string of different potions and spells to treat your illness, under the watchful eyes of Beel and Lucifer.

Solomon:

After hearing about Lucifer and Satan’s body-switching incident Solomon went looking for another cursed book.

He’d heard some rumor about Satan’s book having a twin and was determined to find it.

And find it he did.

You accidentally touched the book at the same time as him and switched bodies.

Solomon is more intrigued than anything else. “Do you live like this all the time? If so, you do a remarkable job of hiding it.”

He is going to test the limits of your body’s capabilities. He wants to know what situations cause pain or discomfort so that you can’t pretend to be ok when you aren’t.

You’ll have to warn him if he is doing anything that might permanently harm your body.

Unlike some of the others, Solomon doesn’t immediately look for a way to switch back.

When the spell wears off Solomon has a near-complete understanding of your condition. He knows what causes pain, what doesn’t, and what situations you should absolutely avoid.

“Mc, you need to stop pretending you are ok when you’re not. I’ll be here to help you when you need it. And if that help happens to be stopping you from doing foolish things to save face then so be it.”

Solomon keeps a close eye on you from now on. He respects you enough to not tell anyone about your condition if you don’t want him to, but he will also come up with the strangest excuses to remove you from activities he knows will aggravate your condition.

If there is magic that can be used to help you Solomon will find it. Just be prepared to feel a little bit like a lab rat while he figures out the perfect spell or potion to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon wants to know what it feels like to be human. He thinks it would give him a greater understanding of humanity.

He mentions this to Solomon, who being the chaos loving wizard he is, makes a potion to allow Simeon to switch bodies with you.

The problem occurs when Solomon 'forgets’ to tell you both that he’s already put the potion in your tea.

Simeon is shocked. He finds himself in your body. Looking at himself through your eyes. And by god does your body hurt!

“Mc, I’m dreadfully sorry, but I think Solomon’s little joke may have gone wrong. I-everything hurts.”

You blink at Simeon...er Simeon in your body. Mind taking a moment to catch up with the sudden body switch. You feel great. Part of that might be due to being in an angel's body, but mostly it's due to the lack of pain.

“Oh, everything's fine on my end. So it must be my chronic pain. It’s worse today than others.”

“Wh-what do you do when it’s bad?”

“Usually I try to distract myself. Or try to take a nap and hope I wake up feeling better. But we’d made plans and I didn’t want to cancel so…”

“So you decided to deal with extra pain for my sake? Oh, Mc. You should have told me you live like this. I can help”

“There’s no point, Simeon. Not a single doctor I’ve been to has found anything wrong with me. I didn’t want anyone here to pity me.”

“I am an angel, Mc. I’m quite sure I can do a bit more than your human doctors.”

You help Simeon to his room where you spend the afternoon watching human world movies to help distract him.

Simeon sleeps fitfully next to you and as you drift off you wonder if that is how you always look when you let your guard down enough to show your pain.

When the potion wears off you are both asleep, curled up next to each other.

When you wake up you are back in your own body. Simeon is sitting next to you slipping a charmed bracelet onto your wrist. “This is from the Celestial realm. It should help keep your pain at a more manageable level until I can find a more permanent solution.”

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