Author's note:
Between February of this year up until now, I have been suffering from several health problems that caused me to take a two-month medical leave. I thought I was healthy when I came back to work in May, but I relapsed in August, and it got to the point where I just wanted to end it all. I was tired of being sick and in pain all the time.
I went to the ER ten times in six months, and nine of the times, I brought my stuffed salamander, my baby, Axo. But the day I wanted to die, I didn't tell him and said I was going because I relapsed. He didn't want to go, so I took my stuffed Sephiroth, who is one of my fictional husbands, instead.
While I was in the unit, I got oddly horny and would write using pen and paper erotic stories. I think because Sephiroth was with me.
I know he is a plush, but this is a fantasy of where he comes to life. Happy reading!
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Tears roll down my face. The staff here, with the exception of the nurses, were awful. They have no social skills, are very rude, and don't do their job. I don't even know what their job is. I don't think they did either.
The other patients called these staff members the "red coats" because they were always wearing red.
A red coat, Erica, had been bullying an elderly patient. I wasn't sure if she had dementia or a cognitive impairment; it wasn't my business.
The woman is eating her dinner and had finished her banana but is trying to eat the peel. Erica kept yelling at her telling her to stop and was berating her with insults.
Having been bullied myself, I couldn't stand seeing this woman be treated so poorly. I was normally passive in these sorts of situations, but today, I was on my last nerve.
"Can't you see you're humiliating her?! She's here for a reason!" I shout while slamming my hands against the table.
Erica shrugs her shoulders and gave me an 'I don't give a fuck' face and retorts, "She needs to learn." Her voice oozes with hatred and apathy.
"No! You need to learn..." my voice is starting to break by how overwhelmed I am with emotions. "You need to learn how to treat people better."
I shove my chair to the floor and storm off. There is a private area in the unit called the "calming room." Patients are required schedule it's use ahead of time, but the door is unlocked, and I needed space to cry.
I would have cried in my room but I had a roommate. It wasn't that I didn't like her, I just felt we were not the most compatible. I didn't feel like venting to her because she was dealing with worse things than I was. I felt like a burden if I were to talk to her.
I thought I had the room to myself, but I see a shadow through the window.
"I'm in here!" I called.
The person doesn't listen and lets themselves in. I was about to shout at the person, but I recognize his long silver hair. He is my daddy, Sephiroth. I relax for a bit when I see his face. He normally has a cool expression but ever since I admitted myself in the psych unit, he has been much gentler.
"You alright, love?" He asks, taking a seat next to me, rubbing my back.
"I fucking hate those red coats!" My cries had completely consumed me. I didn't think I sounded intelligible. Yet somehow, he understands me.
My head starts to throb, and my neck is killing me. I hadn't been sleeping in the right position, as I normally sleep elevated, but the pillows at the hospital were incredibly flat. I lay my head in his lap, as he comforted me by stroking my hair.
"I know, baby, I know." His voice is soothing. We say nothing as I continue to cry. I hadn't cried like this since the day I admitted myself into the hospital, as I normally bottled up my emotions. It felt good to let it out.
I try some grounding exercises by practicing mindfulness and doing my breathing exercises. I focus on the comforting feeling of being in Sephiroth's lap, juxtaposed with the awkward plastic couch we were sitting on. I imagine myself being at home, living my daily life, with my four lovers taking care of me.
I inhale Sephiroth's leather pants, which intoxicated me with lust. Despite being in a hospital, I had been incredibly horny for the last few days. I've had this pent-up sexual frustration and needed some release. And he knew that. We just couldn't find the right space at the right time.
We would have done the nasty in solitary confinement, but there was a camera facing the bed and that killed the mood. As much as I am an exhibitionist, the nurses didn't need to see us get it on. The people who watch us are usually consenting while the nurses are bystanders.
And we would have had sex in my room, but I shared a room with another woman, who didn't like that she had to share with a man. Of course, there would be times when she was away, but I was afraid to be caught in the act.
Occasionally we'd kiss and caress each other, but they were pecks and brief moments of physical intimacy. We never made out in front of anyone.
However, I can't take it anymore, and for once we actually have space to get our freak on. The door is closed but has a small blurry window. There are no cameras in the room, so I thought, why not now?
As he strokes my hair, I take the opportunity to stroke his cock through his pants. He watches me as I ran my hand up and down. He leans back, closes his eyes, and lets out a hum of pleasure.
His long, soft silver hair tickles my cheek and I let out a similar hum. The room is still silent, and we enjoy each other's company.
I turn my body so I'm facing him, and I look into his icy blue eyes as he intently watches my moves across his shaft. I was going at a slow pace, just as he likes it.
I feel his cock twitch every so often. I know he is enjoying this, and he know I was too.
His breath kisses my earlobe as he whispers, "You are a dirty little kitten."
His hand trails down my cheek, to my neck, to my shoulder, then slowly down my arm, causing me to shiver with anticipation.
"You've been so needy. Yet you are so patient." He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his boxers just a bit, but enough for me to see his cock. "Why don't we fuck right here? Right now? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I blush. I am no virgin, but I always respond this way when he or any of my other lovers would talk dirty to me.
I smile back at him. "Yes, I would, Daddy."
"Good."
He begins to unbutton the pajama top, exposing my breast, ever so slightly. His warm hand grabs my cold tits. The psych ward is freezing so my nipples were hard even before he touched me. I let out a breathy sigh as he tweaks them.
"You like that, baby?"
I nod, which he hates as he likes when I'm vocal and tell him what I want.
"Use your words." He instructs as he gives my nipples a firm twist, causing me to cry out.
"Yes, Daddy!" I moan.
"I bet you'd like to suck my cock too?" He grabs my hand as we stroke him together.
"Yes, I do, Daddy!"
He pulls me in for a passionate kiss as he purrs, "Good girl."
I kneel down before him, taking his large member in my small hand while cupping his balls with the other. I give them a firm squeeze as he grunts in satisfaction.
"Such a good girl." He places his hands on my head, guiding me further down.
I have a tiny mouth and I can't take in all seven inches. So he started training me. The way he would do it is he'll let me gasp for air before pulling me down again. This would stretch my mouth ever so slightly and I've seen improvement over the past few months. I could barely get two inches before but was now at three and a half.
We have a signal when I need to breathe. I'd tap on his thigh and he'd let me come back up.
Sephiroth's cock is just like his Masumune, long and thin. He was also uncircumcised and I have never seen one before I met him.
I swirl my tongue around his length until I needed air. However, after I catch my breath, I decide to switch it up.
I move my tongue down until I lick his balls. His moans become louder and deeper. I continue to stroke him as well and can feel him twitch. I can tell he was close as precum starts to seep out.
"Baby girl." He groans as he never saw me use such a technique before. I learned this from reading Cosmopolitan. He tugs on my hair, causing me to yelp
I move my tongue back up and take three inches in my mouth again. He likes it when I'm overstimulated. I haven't touched myself yet. I am not allowed without his permission but he can tell by the way I look at him I was desperate.
