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Like,, the squip realizing michal getting hurt and the squip stoppping and like comfortinv michal and being sorry about it
what a pitiful child
cw for noncon, disassociation, brief mentions of Boyf/riends. Lmk of anything else that needs a warning.
this was supposed to be about 700 words but uh. Its 1400-ish. I got excited writing them being fluffy in an unhealthy way.
SQUIPJER REQS OPEN
āWonāt you just listen to me? I promise, i can give you anything you want.ā The Squip whispered to him, voice honey-sweet. But micheal wasnāt fooled. He could see the tension in its projected body, could hear the anger and frustration in its voice, hidden behind that artificial seduction, and he shook his head.
āFuck. Off. Iāll only say it so many times.ā He bit out, not missing the way it glitched in his vision, āMicheal, iām not entirely sure you understand what Iām offering here! Anything in the world- anyone in the world! You want Jeremy? You can have him.ā
That got a reaction from Micheal, whoās eyes lit up with a fury the Squip had only seen in him once before, āyou donāt get to talk about Jeremy after what you did.ā
It laughed, āoh Micheal, you donāt know the half of it.ā
Then it was touching him. A hand on his face, tilting it up, brown eyes meeting blue, and it smiled.
āYouāre cute, Micheal.ā
And it kissed him. He tried to push back, and was shocked, which pulled a gasp from him and allowed it room to shove its tongue inside of his mouth. He was scared, and disgusted, and in his panic he threw himself off the beanbag chair he had previously been sitting on, onto the floor. That bought him time.
āWh- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??ā He spat out, heart racing as he panicked. Sweat dripped down his neck as it dusted itself off and kneeled over him, āyou look better like this. Jeremy mightāve been able to pull off the dominant look, but you seem better as the submissive.ā
It pinned his hands down smoothly, and in the long silence that followed, Micheal heard the distinct sound of the air conditioning kicking in. He was stuck, underneath someone- no, something, far more powerful and malicious than he could imagine. He felt sick, fuck, he felt like he was going to die. One cold hand left his own and traveled down, caressing his round arms and shoulders, and moving down to his side until it reached the hem of his hoodie, which it then began to push up, up over his stomach.
Fuck he was hard. He let out a little whimper of fear, and the Squip chuckled at that.
āDonāt worry baby, iāll take good care of you, hm?ā It said, and its hand reached up to grope at his chest, crushing the bud of one nipple between two fingers. Micheal let out a squeak at that and tears pooled in his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him?
After a brief moment, itās hand moved downwards, to Micheals waistband, and that scared him so much he began to thrash in place, desperate to escape his terrifying situation. But he couldnāt move.
No matter how hard he tried his body wouldnāt obey him, and he was stuck, as the Squip did what it wanted with him.
He started to cry. Sobs wracked his body as his jeans were pulled down to his knees, the Squip silent above him. Almost methodical in its violation of him. There was nothing he could do.
āHey, cāmon, whatāre you crying for? Iām gonna make you feel good, Micheal.ā The Squip said, managing to almost sound genuine, even as it palmed him through his boxers. He let out a loud moan, and then- he came in his pants. With the humiliation of that, he gagged, and choked on the saliva gathering inside his mouth. His head whipped to the side and he coughed, hard, as drool began to roll down his cheek, he continued to wheeze, and the Squip stayed above him, quiet and patient as he practically hacked up a lung onto the carpet underneath him.
āAre you done yet?ā It said, calmly, and he sobbed, his face covered in tears and snot and saliva. He was disgusting. No wonder Jeremy left him behind. He was getting assaulted, and he wasnāt even trying to fight back, he was just laying here, covered in his own bodily fluids. He was pathetic.
It hummed quietly above him, and before he knew what was happening, it was wiping his face with itās sleeve, surprisingly gentle in comparison to its previously rough treatment, āthis clearly isnāt having the effect i wanted it to. Come on, letās get you cleaned up.ā
Micheal blinked, surprised at the changed in demeanor as the Squip stood up, looming above him for a moment. When he didnāt make any move to get off the floor, it sighed, and moved around to pick him up under the armpits with surprising strength. How did it even do that, if it supposedly inside his head?
Naturally, it didnāt answer him, but it gently supported him. The Squip lead him somewhere, and he didnāt resist, despite not knowing where it was taking him.
The answer became obvious soon enough though, as he was guided to his own bathroom. He refused to look in the mirror, and the Squip didnāt seem to care, instead, gesturing for him to turn on the water. He did so, mindlessly obeying whatever it seemed to want in his exhaustion, which was probably a bad idea. He let it pull his hoodie over his head anyways, then his shirt. When it moved to his boxers, he flinched away, and it paused.
āYou can keep them on, but it might be uncomfortable to get them wet.ā The Squip says matter-of-factly, like he hadnāt been groping Micheal through those boxers barely two minutes ago. Like they werenāt soaked through with his own cum already.
Hands trembling, he slides them down to his ankles, and pulls them off his feet. He leaves them on the tiled floor.
Then, the bath. Steam rises up like little clouds, and should make it hard to see, but the Squip is perfectly visible. It tilts its head at him, and he looks down, embarrassed, before getting into the tub.
The water is way too hot. It stings his skin with a searing cold-burn pain, but he just ignores it. He deserves a little pain. At the very least. He sits down in it, ignoring the way goosebumps line his arms and the back of his neck.
He jumps- turning to see that the Squip turned the water on again. Cold this time. āYou shouldnāt bathe in water thats too hot, itāll give you a rash. Colder water is really best, but warm will be more comforting.ā
Comforting huh? After everything it did, it wanted to comfort him? That was weird, but Micheal wasnāt exactly in a position to resist.
āIām sorry I hurt you earlier, Micheal.ā It said, and Micheal flinched. It was sorry? Sure, he wasnāt that easily fooled, āi did genuinely believe you would enjoy it, but i can see i caused you more distress than pleasure.ā
He curled his arms tighter around his knees as the cold water cooled the bath down to a pleasant warmth. This was⦠nice. It shouldnāt be nice. Less than five minutes ago this guy was trying to rape him, and now it was, what, drawing him a bath? Apologizing ?
He felt something cold on his back and nearly screamed, ācalm down, iām just washing your back.ā The Squip said, and Micheal shivered. He turned around, and sure enough, there was the Squip, fully clothed in his bath, washing his back.
This had to be a weird dream. And yet, he didnāt wake up, as itās hands gently rubbed up and down his back, cleaning him thoroughly, ācan you get your front, or do you want me to?ā It asked, a teasing lilt to its voice. Micheal flushed darker and snatched the soap from the Squip, scrubbing his chest and arms and avoiding his uncomfortably sensitive privates. Now that was done, butā¦
āCould you uh- can you get my hair?ā He asked, looking away, humiliated. With the Squip sitting behind him, there was no way he was risking dunking his hair.
āOf course.ā It stated simply, and cupped water in its hands before pouring it over his head. He spluttered, and it simply hummed, scrubbing his scalp as one would do for a lover. He sat there uncomfortably tense, letting it do what it wanted with him. Heād already proven before that he wouldnāt resist, so what was the point of trying to do so now?
Was the Squip⦠humming?
He shook his head. That didnāt matter.
When the Squip was done washing his hair, he didnāt wait for it to prompt him before getting out of the tub. He wrapped himself in a towel and walked shakily back to his room.
He needed to get dressed. He needed to called Jeremy. He needed to drink enough Mountain Dew red to make him hurl.
But looking at the Squips blue eyes, he knew he wasnāt going to do any of that.
He really was pitiful.
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