#because deep inside she DOES think she’s the problem and if she just agrees

[room-surprise]

Evidence that Kabru from Delicious in Dungeon is Indian, a Masterpost

(Some of this info is taken from my upcoming essay about the names and cultural origins of all the characters in Dungeon Meshi. There's a link in the source to the AO3 version of this essay.)

Since Kabru’s first appearance in the anime is upon us, I wanted to write something that compiles all the evidence we have that Kabru is meant to be a person of South or Central Asian ethnicity, or at least whatever the equivalent to that is in the Dungeon Meshi world. 

Ryoko Kui can and does draw people of many different ethnicities, and the way she draws Kabru matches the way she draws other Asian characters in Dungeon Meshi. He doesn’t look Black, or Hispanic, or any other ethnicity because he isn’t supposed to. He looks like a dark-skinned South or Central Asian person, because that’s what Ryoko Kui probably intends him to be.

So let’s go through the evidence! (There are no spoilers for the plot of Dungeon Meshi below, but there ARE spoilers for Kabru's backstory as explained in the manga, and in extra materials like the Daydream Hour and Adventurer's Guide book.)

KABRU’S NAME

The Dungeon Meshi Adventurer's Bible tells us Kabru’s real name is unknown. There are other characters whose real names are only told to us in the Adventurer's Bible and were never revealed in the manga, but then Kabru, Thistle and Izutsumi’s entries simply say their real names are unknown, and though Kui could tell us their true names, she doesn’t. I assume this means that the characters themselves don’t know what their real names are, and that the names they go by are not their birth names, but this is only a supposition on my part.

KABRU THE MOUNTAIN

Kabru (काब्रु) is the name of a mountain on the border of Nepal and India, and part of the Himalayan range. It’s the 65th tallest mountain in the world and it is very snowy and icy, with frequent avalanches. Because of this, even though it’s not the tallest mountain in the world, climbing it is challenging, and is not often attempted. Those few that have managed to climb it consider it a major achievement.

“This prohibitively fearful icefall… had thwarted numerous expeditions, perhaps even the 'thought' of attempting the mountain… Unstable seracs of the icefall, a complex maze of chasms, and delicate snow bridges spanning seemingly never ending, near bottomless crevasses… Each time the members stepped into the icefall, they stood a good chance of never returning.” (Kabru - Mountain of the Gods, Major A. Abbey, Himalayan Journal 52, 1996, editor Harish Kapadia)

WHAT DOES KABRU’S NAME MEAN?

Kabru is a character that is known for being very good at charming people, but who doesn’t express himself honestly, because he’s trying to manipulate the people and situations around him in order to maintain control at all times. I think nobody really knows who Kabru is deep inside, maybe not even Kabru himself, so a remote, hostile, icy mountain that’s hard to climb seems like an extremely appropriate name. 

Some of the oldest English sources I found regarding Kabru suggest that Kabru isn’t the correct local name for the mountain (a common problem in early Himalayan exploration by Europeans) and might just be a descriptor, or that it’s a misspelling. 

This makes the name seem even more appropriate, since Kui’s told us Kabru’s true name is unknown. It’s possible that Kabru was a place-name or a descriptor that Milsiril (Kabru’s elven foster mother) was given when she picked up a traumatized 7 year old Kabru, and she just started using it as his name, and that even he doesn’t remember his real name thanks to his severe trauma.

The fact that people in the real world can’t seem to agree on the mountain Kabru’s name, or what it means, reminds me of the running gag of Laios repeatedly getting Kabru’s name wrong in the manga.

"All the people near the Kabru massif call it 'Kaboor'." (The Alpine Journal, 1921-22 Volume 34, Edited by George Yeld and J. P. Farrar)  “It is also said that the name applies to a peak close to Kinchinjunga on the southeast, and not to the peak known to Europeans as Kabru… [The real name is] Pahung Ri [Pauhunri].” (Appendix I: Place Names in Darjeeling. The appendix says it was “compiled mainly from an article written by Colonel Waddell and published in the Journal of the Asiatic Society of Bengal (Vol. LX, part I, 1891)”) “Kangchen is a Tibetan name… the Sikkhimese use it as the name for the peak called Kabru by Europeans.” (Charles Bell, Dyhrenfurth's Himalaya (Berlin, 1931)) “...Kyabru or the horn of protection. The name is… Kabur… possibly a corruption of Kangbur or the swelling of snow; it might also mean the white swelling (kar-bur).” (Appendix I: Place Names in Darjeeling.)  “Kabru literally means the 'White Avalanche' peak (Ka means 'white' and bru means 'avalanche').” (Kabru - Mountain of the Gods, Major A. Abbey, Himalayan Journal 52, 1996, editor Harish Kapadia)

I’ve seen one other mountaineering article cite the “white avalanche” meaning, and I think it’s plausible since the Appendix says it can mean “white swelling” or “swelling of snow”, which may very well be a literal translation for “white avalanche”. 

WHAT ABOUT UTAYA? IS THAT INDIAN TOO?

Utaya means “raised” or “uplifted” in Hindi, but it’s also a real village and a Japanese boy’s name.

Utaya (ウタヤ) is the name of the village that Kabru was raised in before his mother died and he was adopted by the elf Milsiril. Utaya is located in the southeast of the Western Continent. It’s worth noting that Kabru probably wasn’t born in Utaya, since his mother had to flee from her home to keep Kabru alive, so Utaya may be some distance away from his birth place… Not so far that a woman with a newborn baby couldn’t survive the trip, but far enough that her husband’s family gave up on chasing her. So Kabru was probably born in a close-by area.

In the real world, Utaya (Yakut: Утайа) is in an extremely rural and isolated area with a population of less than a hundred people. It’s located in the Sakha Republic, which is in the Northeastern part of Asia in the Russian Federation. The Yakut/Sakha are a Siberian Turkic people.  

The Turkic peoples are a collection of diverse ethnic groups of West, Central, East, and North Asia as well as parts of Europe, who speak Turkic languages. 

Early and medieval Turkic groups exhibited a wide range of both East Asian and West-Eurasian physical appearances and genetic origins, in part through long-term contact with neighboring peoples such as Iranian, Mongolic, Tocharian, Uralic/Yeniseian peoples, and others. Turkic peoples share, to varying degrees, non-linguistic characteristics like cultural traits, ancestry from a common gene pool, and historical experiences. 

JAPANESE MEANINGS FOR UTAYA

Utaya can be a Japanese boy’s name with several different meanings, depending on which kanji it’s spelled with. In most of the spellings: Poetry, sing a poem, singing, compose poetry

In many of the spellings: The place where the sun shines, it's been a long time, distant, big, to shoot with a bow, to swear, affirmation, question.

The Utaya disaster happened a long time ago.

If Utaya is up in the mountains above the clouds it’s a place where the sun shines brightly.

 Kabru has sworn to himself that he will prevent another Utaya tragedy from happening.

In only a few of the spellings: to mend, feathers, wings, a word for counting birds and rabbits, sort them out, washing with water to separate the good from the bad, roof, house with a roof, a world covered with a big sky, infinite space, song that praises the Buddha, Eight.

Counting birds and rabbits makes me think of divination and also that the people of Utaya were like little birds and rabbits (small prey animals) to the monsters that devoured them.

Separating the good and the bad could hint to the “judgment” of Utaya and the greed of its people that led to their downfall, also sorting through things to separate good and bad is something that’s done with food and other resources.

The Himalayan region is often referred to as the “roof of the world”, with a big open sky above it. 

The infinite could refer to the dimension the demon comes from, or to the sky above the mountains. 

Buddhism is a common religion in the Himalayan region, and eight has auspicious connotations in Buddhism. 

With all that in mind, Utaya as a name for Kabru’s home village is an interesting choice, and adds another layer to his origins, maybe suggesting not just North Indian/Himalayan, but Central or North Asian cultural influence as well. 

It is also possible that the name is just telling us that Utaya is “up” in the mountains, or that it was “uplifted” by the wealth of the dungeon, or even that Kabru was “raised” there… The Japanese name meanings are also extremely fascinating and hint at similar ideas, as well as the tragedy that happened to Utaya.

WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK KABRU AND UTAYA ARE HIMALAYAN?

In the real world, the Himalayan mountain range is an extremely popular tourist destination, and the amount of people who want to visit and attempt to climb the mountains far outpaces the local ability to support it. This makes me think of the dungeon of Utaya and how people overcrowded it in their desire to conquer and exploit it. 

Dungeons as an unsustainable way for locals to make a living that leads to the destruction of their homes when the dungeon inevitably collapses is a major plot point in Dungeon Meshi, so I think the parallel is likely intentional. Characters often talk about someone “conquering” the dungeon, and “conquer” is also the terminology commonly used for climbing a mountain. This terminology obviously has a hostile, imperialist subtext in the real world, since it’s most commonly used by outsiders talking about proving their strength by climbing a mountain.

Also, there are local legends in the areas surrounding Mt. Kabru that there is a valley of immortality hidden on its slopes, which reminds me of the way that the dungeons can grant conditional immortality to the people inside of them.

This image of Utaya could be showing us a village built on a mountainside. The house shapes seem a bit more Middle Eastern than Nepali/Indian, but it’s not a detailed drawing and the roof styles are a mix of flat and peaked.

CULTURE

In the Daydream Hour sketchbook, Ryoko Kui included a small comic about characters sharing desserts from their home countries. A young Kabru is shown enthusiastically trying to share an unnamed sweet, and he is interrupted by his elven foster mother, who insists he present a type of elven cake instead. We know that Kabru hates this type of cake, and he seems disappointed to have to eat it and talk about it.

The white balls in Kabru’s dessert are very likely meant to be  an Indian sweet called rasgulla (literally "syrup filled ball"). Rasgulla are a dessert popular in the eastern part of South Asia, made from ball-shaped dumplings of chhena dough, cooked in light sugar syrup. While it is near-universally agreed upon that the dessert originated in the eastern Indian subcontinent, the exact origin is disputed. Rasgulla are as culturally important to the Bengal and Odisha regions of India as Parmesan cheese is to the region of Parma in Italy.  

Rasgulla are also popular in Nepal, where they are called rasbari. 

KABRU’S PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Kabru is one of several characters in Dungeon Meshi with clearly non-European features: he has brown skin and thick black/dark brown curly hair. He has almond-shaped eyes with long, dark lashes (fans like to joke that he’s wearing eyeliner). All of these are traits common to people from the Indian subcontinent. His blue eyes are not common for someone with his skin/hair color, but blue or green eyes are not unheard of in that region either. 

(Indian man with blue eyes)

Blue or light eyes are often a cause for discrimination, like what Kabru experienced as a child. More on this in a moment.

Kabru is 5’7” (170cm) tall, which is short for a Northern European man (180), tall for a Nepali man (162cm), but close to the average height of Indian men (177cm). He has a slender build, which is also common for Asian people in general, and South Asian men in particular.

Compared to the European-looking tall-men in Dungeon Meshi (such as Laios, Falin, Delgal, Marcille’s father), Kabru’s facial features look more like the other Asian characters, such as Toshiro and his party. 

CAN DARK-SKINNED PEOPLE HAVE BLUE EYES?

Yes. Light-colored eyes are very uncommon in parts of the world where most people have dark eyes, since dark eyes are a dominant trait in real-world human beings. That means that in order for two parents with dark eyes to have a child with light eyes, both parents need to have a recessive light-eyes gene (or for there to be an illness or genetic mutation), and that’s rare in populations that don’t have a lot of light-eyed people to begin with.   

THEN WHY DO SO MANY DARK-SKINNED CHARACTERS HAVE BLUE EYES?

Anime and manga often give characters with dark skin light colored eyes instead of allowing them to have brown or black eyes, which is much more common in real life. It’s a hurtful design trope that makes many readers feel that their natural dark eyes are somehow ugly or inferior to blue eyes.

This trope is used over and over again by authors who want their characters to look “cool” and “exotic”, and for their eyes to be high-contrast to make it easier to show their emotions.

I don’t think this is what Ryoko Kui is doing in Dungeon Meshi. 

UNREALISTIC HAIR AND EYE COLOR COMBOS IN ANIME

In a lot of anime/manga, blue eyes (regardless of skin color) don’t actually mean anything in the narrative, in the same way characters having green or pink hair doesn’t mean anything, the colors are non-diegetic, they don’t actually exist in the world, like the music that plays in the background without an on-screen source. 

It’s an artistic shorthand to make characters visually stand out, instead of giving them all black hair and eyes like most real-life Japanese people… Which is what most anime/manga characters are meant to be: Japanese people. 

Dungeon Meshi has a large cast of characters that are explicitly meant to be non-Japanese. We know this because there’s a group of characters that are Japanese, and they’re drawn differently from everyone else, they wear ethnically Japanese clothing, and have ethnically Japanese names. 

Unlike other series, where eye and hair color don’t mean anything, Dungeon Meshi has no unrealistic skin, hair, or eye color combinations. 

(Except for the elves, who seem to have different genetics than real world-humans. I’ll get into that another time.)

Ryoko Kui must be aware of the dark skin, blue-eyes design trope, because if she gave Kabru blue eyes just because she thought it looked good, surely she would have made some of the other Asian or dark-skinned characters have light eyes. Out of 9 Asian or dark-skinned tall-man characters, Kabru is the only one with blue eyes.

Kabru having light-colored eyes is central to his story, and Kui talks about it.

KABRU’S STORY AND WHY HIS BLUE EYES MATTER

Kabru’s father and his family tried to kill Kabru when he was born because he had blue eyes. Kabru’s mother ran away, and ended up raising Kabru by herself in Utaya. She didn’t try to return home to her own birth family, but instead struggled to raise a child completely on her own with no money or support, which implies she had no other options, due to the fear people of their region have for people with blue eyes.

This is a real thing that used to happen frequently in areas where most of the population has dark eyes, and it still happens to this day.

In a realistic story, this is logically what would happen to a character with dark skin born with blue eyes in a place like the Utaya region. It’s rare for manga or anime to show dark-skinned blue-eyed characters facing this. 

WHAT IS THE “EVIL EYE”?

The “evil eye” is a supernatural belief in a curse brought about by a person looking at you. The belief in the evil eye has existed since prehistory, as long as 5,000 years ago. It is estimated that around 40% of the modern world's population believes in the evil eye. This concept is most common across the Mediterranean, the Balkans, the Middle East, and Central and South Asia, areas where light-colored eyes are uncommon. 

In areas where light-colored eyes are rare, people with green eyes, and especially blue eyes, are thought to bestow the curse, intentionally or unintentionally. Just one look from a blue-eyed person is often considered enough to inflict a curse.

One of the most famous and widespread talismans against the evil eye is the nazar, a glass amulet featuring concentric circles in dark blue, white, light blue and black. It’s supposed to “bounce” the curse away from the wearer. 

HOW DOES THIS APPLY TO KABRU?

Imagine Kabru growing up in a village surrounded by people wearing and hanging talismans that look like his eyes, because the people around him think blue eyes are evil. They call his mother a witch for birthing him, and a whore because she doesn’t have a husband. Imagine parents forbidding their children from playing with or even talking to Kabru. People crossing the street to get away from him, or chasing him away by throwing rocks.

I think the reason young Kabru was able to learn how to speak some kobold is likely because he was so heavily ostracized by the other tall-men around him, the only children he could occasionally interact with in Utaya were kobolds, who might not share the same cultural superstitions that the tall-man do. 

This childhood trauma, combined with Kabru’s experience of the dungeon collapse in Utaya, and being raised by an elf that treated him more like a pet than a human being, set Kabru up as a character who has never had a home where he belongs. He has been an outsider from the instant he was born, and every place he has lived treats him as an “other.”

To his father’s family, he was a curse. To his mother, although she loved him, he was a burden. To the people of Utaya, he was a monster. To the elves, he’s a tall-man baby (no matter how old he gets) with funny looking eyes, to the people on Merini Island, he’s a foreigner from the West with elven ways and education. 

CONCLUSION

I wanted to write this because I know some people will see Kabru in the anime for the first time today and think "Oh, another dark skinned blue eyed character! This is a bad character design that is evidence that the author is racist at worst or ignorant at best.” And I don’t think that’s a fair assessment of Ryoko Kui’s work in Dungeon Meshi.

This isn’t to say that Ryoko Kui has never done anything wrong, or that her work couldn’t be more inclusive, or that there’s no way in which she could improve. 

But there are pages and pages of artwork she’s done that shows she cares about these issues, and I think it’s worth celebrating when someone makes that kind of effort with their artwork.

ANYWAY…

If you’ve read this far, you’re very strong hahaha. I hope you enjoyed this essay. I’ll be publishing more soon when I finish my Dungeon Meshi research on the names and cultures of all the characters. Wish me luck!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #my stuff #analysis #character of color #theories

[thatfandomslut]

Healing You

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: description of an injury & fluff that might rot your teeth

Request:

Can I re request properly for a Regina x reader where there’s loads of hurt/comfort and Regina’s back problems because the bus can be a part of it. Thank you so so much

Mean Girls requests are open.

When Regina George sent a text to her girlfriend that she was in desperate need of a back massage, (Y/n) made sure to pack all of her essential oils. Regina had finally lost her corrective neck collar but still had severe back pain due to the bus accident. Anytime she needed a massage, (Y/n) was there with essential oils and what could be a new career as a masseuse. Or, at least, that was what Regina deemed as (Y/n) gently rubbed out the knots that had formed down Regina's back. Regina wasn't sure if she was tearing up at how much pain she was in, or if she was tearing up because it felt so good.

(Y/n) gently kissed the back of her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes shut as her chin rested on top of the pillows gently. "What's wrong, princess?" (Y/n) asked as her thumbs gently rolled over her skin carefully. She made sure to work hard at the deep knots but to be careful to not further injure the girl. She was always so gentle when massaging Regina, recognizing all of her limits or signs of pain. "Does it hurt? Would you like me to stop?" (Y/n) inquired softly, easing up on her touch. She didn't want to keep massaging Regina if it hurt.

"No, no, please keep going," Regina gasped as (Y/n) fingers got right back to work. Regina wiped some tears away as she thought about all of the words inside her head. "I was just thinking of how I wasn't a good friend to Gretchen, Karen, or Cady. Nor was I always nice to you. And, I'm sorry. I know I don't use that word very often, but I genuinely mean it. I'm sorry I wasn't a good girlfriend, (Y/n)."

The notion rendered (Y/n) speechless as she took in Regina's words. Her fingers slowed to a stop as she lay next to Regina, gently nudging her so that she could meet Regina's ice-blue eyes. "You were never a bad girlfriend. Neither of us is perfect, but that doesn't make us bad. If you were ever mean to me, we talked it through. I am happy and content with you. I think an apology could go a long way with the girls, especially Gretchen, but you were never a bad girlfriend to me." (Y/n) whispered, letting her know that this growth was okay and normal to go through.

Regina nodded before leaning over to kiss (Y/n), who responded quickly, kissing her back. (Y/n) smiled on Regina's lips, glad to have brought her comfort in what seemed to be her hour of need. Gently pulling away, (Y/n) placed another kiss on Regina's nose and the other on her forehead. "Do you want me to keep massaging you, or would you like to take a nap? I could wake you up when it's time for your pain medication." Everything was on a schedule for Regina. Normally, (Y/n) would get calls and texts asking for massages around this time because it was when her medicine would be wearing off and she would need more.

Regina smiled as she thought for a moment. "Would it be wrong to ask for both? I could really take a good nap as you massaged me. When I fall asleep, you could also hold me." Regina offered as she tried to bribe (Y/n) into something she already knew she was going to do. (Y/n) moved to continue her massage, agreeing to Regina's offer easily. She didn't need Regina to bribe her with cuddles in order for her to massage Regina as she fell asleep.

It wasn't long before Regina's soft snores were heard, and (Y/n) stopped herself from massaging Regina's back. Sneaking off the bed, she made her way to Regina's bathroom as she washed her hands from the essential oils she had on her hands. Returning, she was happy to see Regina still asleep. (Y/n) laid in bed as she gently cuddled up to the girl, holding her close as she set an alarm. She wanted to make sure that Regina received her medicine.

The alarm's beeping woke (Y/n) up from her dozing as she pulled away from Regina, who groaned in protest. Retrieving the medicine, she gave Regina her water jug to take it. "Why do you stay here and help me so much (Y/n)? I really appreciate it, but don't you have other things to do? I don't want to be a burden." If there was anything that had changed about Regina since the bus accident, it was her speaking up about insecurities. And ever since (Y/n) had been coming over to help her, Regina constantly checked to make sure she wasn't being a burden or keeping (Y/n) from something.

"Healing you is very important to me, Regina. It's why I make sure you get proper rest to heal. I learned how to do massages, and what essential oils are the best, and I would do all of that again if you ever needed me to. I love you, and I will always take care of you whenever you need me to." (Y/n) said softly before sitting next to Regina and taking the water bottle back to sit on the nightstand. "It's what partners do. They take care of each other."

Regina smiled over at her, more comfortable and less insecure. "I love you, too. Thank you for all you have been doing to help me (Y/n). Your support and care have meant the absolute world to me." Regina admitted, laying down and motioning over at (Y/n) to join her. (Y/n) accepted the invitation happily before snuggling up to her girlfriend and pulling her into her arms carefully. She would always be there for Regina, no matter what, and she knew that Regina would do the same for her, too.

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls x reader #mean girls

[rad-batson]

Multiverse AU where different variants of Damian Wayne Al Ghul are accidentally hailed to one universe and Damian is in the middle, trying to get all of them back home, but it only gets worse and NOT for the reasons you would think.

So picture this: there’s a sea of Damian variants crowded into the Batcave. One’s a leader of the LOA. Another became the next Harley Quinn? One is a mute assassin. Another is Red Hood’s apprentice. One’s Batman. One’s a meta for some reason. Another is the leader of a revolution. One’s a monk. And another is a clone. They’re all somehow involved in vigilantism or the LOA.

And then there’s a completely normal one. He goes by Dami. He’s in college :) He works at an art studio. He’s got a heart condition. He has a boyfriend, and he has never been Robin before. In fact, he doesn’t even know his dad is Batman. So in a room full of wildly different versions, this Damian sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s like an NPC just standing in the middle of a final battle.

What he does know is that his mother, Talia, left the LOA with him when he was two because she fell in love with Bruce. Since then, the three have lived a Perfectly Normal Life as Perfectly Normal People in a moderately nice house in the suburbs of Gotham.

And you know what? No one questions it. Out of all the problems the Damians are having right now, Normal Damian is the least of them. So he just sits to the side, completely chill, and doesn’t interfere.

But then some chaos happens, the Damians are all sucked into a battle at some secondary location, Normal Dami is kidnapped, gets killed, and everyone’s super depressed about it. (Gosh, he was so nice. Why did it have to be him? Boo hoo. We didn’t even have time to recover the body.)

Until they head back to the cave…and there he is. Respawned. Alive. Confused.

He was literally dead on the floor two hours ago. They checked for a pulse! He bled out. Normal NPC Dami is supposed to be dead. But nope. He’s right there. “Hey, what happened? The last thing I remember is being tied up. Did I faint again?”

Everyone else, the whole batfamily and the mini Damian army, is like “wtf how’d you get here, buddy?” While he’s just like :) so Bruce, who put a bug on the security cameras or whatever, checks the footage and what he finds is absolutely horrifying.

Just after he died, Normal Dami’s eyes snapped open. Glowing a deep Lazarus Green. He stood up, walked out, and immediately fucking decimated the remaining group of kidnappers like a rabid animal. Literally anyone who got near him were goners, and Thank Sweet Jesus he didn’t run into anyone on the walk back because he didn’t care to clean off all that blood. Nope, he just walked right through the front doors of the manor, found a clean set of clothes, completely on autopilot, then all of the adrenaline wore off, and he collapsed from exhaustion.

So everyone watches the footage. NPC Damian is horrified. He insists that’s not him because he doesn’t kill people! How could they ever accuse him of killing people?! He has never done something like that. He can’t even walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded for Christ’s sake!

Nonetheless, he agrees to sit in their itty bitty holding cell as they do some fun little tests, and lo and behold: he is so genetically fucked up. Why? Because his DNA isn’t like the other Damians. It’s completely mutated by this green glowing substance that they know all too well.

The verdict? Normal Dami has been permanently mutated by the Lazarus Pit. The Lazarus Pit is inside of him. It IS him. Or maybe Normal NPC Damian is the Lazarus Pit.

When Normal Dami was two and he and Talia still lived with the LOA, there was an incident involving Damian drowning in the Lazarus Pit (à la Ra’s Al Ghul's Stellar Grand-Parenting Skills.) However, since he wasn’t dead, the Lazarus Pit devoured him, consumed him with violent pit madness, spat him back out, and Damian became this completely, unstoppably rage-filled toddler that can throw you over his shoulder and snap your neck. So Talia, terrified of what Ra’s would do with him, escaped to Gotham, found Bruce, begged for help, and they devised a plan.

Step 1: Raise Lazarus Damian as a completely normal kid.

Step 2: Take him to therapy. Maybe give him anger management classes. (Monitor his sugar intake. That couldn’t hurt.)

That was literally their whole plan. They had no other ideas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Occasionally, he’d snap and kill someone in cold blood (whoopsie daisy) but his parents were an assassin and the world's greatest detective. No one’s gonna know.

Through some trial and error, they found out that abrupt adrenaline spikes were what triggered the madness. So they worked around it. They gave him calm, relaxing hobbies. They spoiled him with emotional support animals. They Never Raised Their Voices. He was homeschooled for a bit then introduced to university, but only AFTER they made sure Jon (the Indestructable Superboy) was his roommmate. (Yes, they told him. Yes, he is now part of the convoluted Keep Deadly Damian Relaxed Task Force. They’re also dating.) They got Damian a FitBit that tracked his heart rate so they could predict when his adrenaline spiked. They Life360’d his ass so fucking hard. Meanwhile, Damian just thought he had some kind of medical thing, none the wiser the entire time.

Long story short? “Chill Normal NPC Damian” Cannot Die. But he can Kill.

If he does “die” (the Lazarus Pit cannot die) then he goes into a murderous rage, kills everyone in sight, it wears off with the adrenaline, and he can’t remember what happened. This Damian is the Most Dangerous of the variants, and he doesn’t even know it because his parents decided that would be best.

And now the other Damians are scared of him, and he’s scared of himself, and no one knows why he's made of the Lazarus Pit, and they don’t know what to do with him, and they still don’t know how to get back, and some of them want to kill him, and some don't, but no one trusts him, including himself, and it becomes an all-out war over the fate of Damian.

Anyway, Normal Damian who's actually a Murderous Lazarus Spirit without even knowing it. Thank you :)

#he's so fucked up #lightly traumatizes my blorbo #damian wayne #npc damian's jon goes through so much grief trying to keep Damian safe but also feels so guilty over this massive secret #he knows Damian should know but he doesn't know how to tell him without hurting him and making him question their relationship #also think of npc damian's talia knowing that her choice to stay with the LOA is what caused Damian to become a lazarus monster #and for bruce there's the torture of knowing his child will always be a murderous rampaging spirit and you hate killing but can't stop it #fic ideas #batman #dc robin #damian al ghul #batfam #batfamily #dc universe #dc #robin damian #robin dc #lazarus pit #league of assassins #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #dc comics #jon kent #damijon #lazarus rage #multiverse au

[pix3lplays]

Hello!! I know some people get squicked out by this subject so don’t worry about answering if you don’t want to, but can I request HSR men (Welt, Sampo, Jing Yuan, Gepard, anyone else you enjoy writing for) accidentally getting their s/o pregnant?

I imagine Natasha would hunt down Sampo and drag him back to the clinic to talk bc s/o came to her crying and doesn’t know how to tell him. The rest of the boys I feel like would roll with the punches and handle it just fine.

✨ may your 5 stars be early :D ✨

Hey there! Yeah I have no problem with this prompt, I’m eager to write it, thank you for sending it in!

And thank you so much hehe, may yours be as well!

Cw! Pregnancy

-Honkai Star Rail men accidentally getting their s/o pregnant-

Welt Yang: Welt Yang I feel would notice the signs that something’s not quite right with you, but I doubt he’d suspect he accidentally got you pregnant. He just assumes your feeling a little sick or something. Until you decide to take a test because…what if? And wouldn’t you know it…pregnant. Oh he feels bad about it. He didn’t mean to. He wanted to sit down and discuss having children with you and now he’s shoved you into this parenting thing without consulting you. The man wanted to have children, but he didn’t want things to happen like this. He’ll ask you if you want to keep the baby, but deep down he’s hoping you’ll say yes, though he’ll respect your decision either way. And when you do say you want to keep the baby, he feels…warm inside. It was an accident, but your family is growing a little bigger, and the Astral Express crew is so excited by your announcement. Welt and the crew eagerly await the arrival of your baby, and you almost forget that things weren’t supposed to happen quite this way. Welt would feel like he has to make it up to you for accidentally getting you pregnant, even if you insist he doesn’t. He does all sorts of things to take care of you during your pregnancy, and he’ll always be there for you. Just call his name.

Sampo Koski:(I’m just gonna use your idea, I loved it, I hope you don’t mind!) You had no idea what to do. You knew Sampo didn’t want kids, but now here you were…pregnant. So you go to Natasha to confirm the results, and while you’re there you can’t help but break down in front of the doctor, crying because you want to have this baby, but you don’t know what Sampo is going to do. Natasha agrees to go find him for you. And when she explains the situation and brings him to you, he’s not happy. You…actually want his accidental baby? Well he doesn’t. He’ll try to encourage you to get rid of it. No need to have a child disrupting what you have, right? What you have is so good. Just you and Sampo against the world. He doesn’t need the responsibility of raising a child. But you’re determined. And you try to tell him he might like fatherhood, though he’s hard to convince. Your pregnancy is one of those rare moments where you get to see Serious Sampo, and it’s a little…bizarre to be honest. To see him so…genuine and sincere about what he wants. And what he wants is to not have a kid. But he’ll take care of you. Even if he disagrees with what you’re doing. He doesn’t stop trying to convince you to get rid of it, but once he realizes your mind really is made up, he’ll drop it and give up. There’s no point fighting with you. Your much more stubborn than he is.

Jing Yuan: Jing Yuan prefers for things to be planned out, but he’s also excellent at improvising. And you’re essentially ordering him to improvise when you announce he accidentally got you pregnant. Well he takes the news very calmly, very properly, like a newly expecting father should. “Ah, my bad…” is what he says, with a charming smile that suggests he isn’t really sorry. I think he would encourage you to keep the baby. He’s wanted to have children with you for a while now, maybe this was fate… And he’s overjoyed when you agree that you’d like to keep the baby. He’ll treat you very well. Yes, this was an accident, but the way he behaves makes it seem like he’s been prepared for this for a long time. Truthfully he’s been wanting to have the kids discussion with you, but this works too. He wants you to know he’s fully on your side and supportive of you during your pregnancy. And he lets you know just how excited he is to meet his child. (Yanqing doesn’t know how to feel about getting a sibling lolol)

Gepard Landau: OH this poor man. He apologizes so, SO profusely, begging for your forgiveness, telling you he didn’t mean to, that it was just an accident and when you reassure him that it’s OK, he asks what you want to do next. Well. You’d like to keep the baby, to be honest. The two of you have only talked about it a bit, but you both agreed you’d like to be parents should the opportunity ever present itself, and here it was. Maybe not how you were expecting it, but it still works, right? Gepard is excited! He’s been wanting to be a father for some time now, and even if this was happening all too suddenly, and because of an accident, at least it was Happening finally! He does his best to take time off work so he can take care of you, but he’s still a busy man. He does his best though, for you, and your future child.

Luocha: doesn’t want kids. But you couldn’t possibly know that. Not from the way he smiled so calmly at you and congratulated you for your pregnancy, even if it was an accident. But inwards he’s screaming at himself. Why did he have to be so careless, and get you pregnant?! But you seemed so happy, so he’ll bite his tongue. He takes great care of you during the pregnancy process. His medical skills means he’s extra prepared for this scenario. He’s always smiling, asking how you’re feeling…he doesn’t even subtly encourage you to not want the baby or anything. But oh, deep down he’s not happy. But you’re happy. You’re more important to him. So he’ll be a father to his child. He’ll take responsibility for his actions. He sees fatherhood more as a duty…a responsibility than anything else. (Now I’m imagining a scene where he gets frustrated at his kid and tells them they were an accident and he never wished for them to exist :0) (I’m just very convinced Luocha doesn’t want to be a father)

Hehe this was a fun one…I’ll do some more guys if requested!

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[ellecdc]

Dude, I don't know why I am asking this. But do you think poly moonwater will choose to be child free? I do think so. I mean, regulus past story and remus fury problem, I don't think they'll want kids at all

But if reader accidentally gets pregnant. Do you think they gonna keep their distance an arm lenght? I mean, I remember in the book remus trying to leave nymphadora who's pregnant at that moment (or is it after she gave birth? Can't really remember) by trying to help Harry looking for the idk the name of it, voldemort collections?

oooouuuu this is a fun question! thanks for asking; and I think that happened before teddy lupin was born and they were searching for Voldemort's horcruxes! - also, in regards to canon, I think the reason remus felt willing to take off was because he truly was sort of all alone: no parents, no siblings, no family, no friends. Plus society constantly shitting on him, plus there being a war etc etc, he felt very desperate and didn't feel like he could handle being responsible for nymphadora and a child

But of course since WE DON'T LIVE IN A WOLD WITH VOLDEMORT OVER HERE 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I think this is a valid question

(my answer is going to be SFW until the page break below - I will put warnings ahead of time for minors)

My answer would be yes, I agree that Regulus and Remus would perhaps wish to be childfree. Like you said, Remus feels like society views him as a stain and he wouldn't want to pass that legacy onto a child (biologically his or not), and he also wouldn't want to put a child through the pain of seeing their father suffer through every lunar cycle. Regulus had a horrific childhood and would be very scared to be anything like his mother or father, and I kind of see him as this guy who really doesn't know what to do with kids...he never had a childhood really, and never was around other kids until he was at Hogwarts, and by then he was right traumatized soooo yes I agree, he would be worried about having children.

As for our darling reader finding out she was pregnant? I have some thoughts on that.

I think Regulus has a deep rooted sense of duty and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, Remus and reader would be his people. Even if he hated the idea of reader being pregnant/having his child, I think he would shove that down so deep and just completely take on this role he never really wanted but hey, he's here now and he's going to do what he has to do. It was why he ended up in Slytherin (duty/loyalty to his family), and it was why he took the dark mark (duty/loyalty to his family). He took the mark because he believed that to be his role, his job in life - and if reader ended up pregnant, well, that was his duty then.

I think Remus would be a wild card. Remus never had a proper childhood either; he had to grow up really fast as he was bitten at only 4 years old. This means for as long as he can remember, he's been a werewolf. He didn't get to attend school (due to injuries/pains, scars, unexplained absences etc), he never had siblings, and he couldn't play with the village kids. So not only does he not necessarily know what to do with kids, I think he'd still have some of those "the kid would be better off without me, I can't curse another life to me and my lycanthropy) BUT I think he'd have been around Harry and loved that kid so damn much, and he'd have his friends and loved ones to help him come to terms with it.

This could be a cute fic request.

now.....as for the NSFW stuff (18+, minors don't look down here)

I have this headcanon that pureblood's have a breeding kink....they were literally bred, born, and raised to carry on the bloodline and produce heirs - so I don't think Regulus was fucking innocent in that conception LOL he would have been very excited thinking about spilling inside of reader and getting her knocked up.

in a similar vein, I also believe that there is a primal side of Remus with his lycanthropy which would ALSO support a breeding kink - truly fucks like an animal tbh and gets so turned on at the thought of filling reader up

okay sorry for being a dirty horn dog thanks byeeeee

#ask elle #marauders headcanon #regulus black #remus lupin #moonwater #moonseeker #poly!moonseeker #poly!moonwater #ellecdc fics

[ggidolsmuts]

Ask Minju and Yeji Shall Receive - ITZY Yeji

This continues from Aegyo Restricted

"Hi Minju!"

"Yeji unnie!" Minju greets her unnie warmly, reunited as co-MCs once more. Of course, she saw Yeji more often than not, since she came over so often to cum over and over on top of you. But no one knew that, so she pretends to see Yeji for the first time in a while. "It's so good to see you!"

"You too, have you been good?"

"Of course, it's been so long, have you been well?"

"Yes! Have you met Lia? She'll be MCing with us too..."

Music Core wraps up, and as they return to their dressing rooms Yeji stops Minju for a moment.

"Minju-yah, do you want to grab a coffee, to catch up?"

"Of course unnie! Let me wrap things up and we'll go?"

Half an hour later the two of them are seated in a quiet coffee shop, deserted late at night.

"I have a question for you Minju."

"Hmm? What is it unnie?"

"Do you... Do you like having sex with oppa? You're not doing it just because you agreed to it initially right?" Minju blushes at Yeji's direct question.

"Sorry unnie, do you want me to stop? I don't want to get between you and oppa's relationship—"

"No it's not that. I just want to know... do you like oppa finishing in you? It's not just because he said you were his, you know, cumdump?" Now both of them are blushing. Minju picks at the label of her coffee absentmindedly.

"I like it, it feels good."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Wait unnie, has oppa really never finished in you?" Yeji shakes her head silently.

"Oh, wow, yes it feels really good." Minju takes a swig of her coffee, and it's as if she drunk soju instead. "Unnie, oppa makes you cum right? During sex. You finish together, you're gripping him, but then it suddenly stops while you're cumming, he has to pull out to finish in your mouth." Yeji nods silently—she did feel the difference, as her body would seize up in pleasure before suddenly contracting around thin air. "If he doesn't have to worry about that, he can just keep going, staying inside you. It feels so good to finish together." Minju leans in further.

"And it makes me feel good you know? That he's not using his hands to finish. That I made oppa cum with my body. I mean I guess you can suck him off, but still. It's... worry-free? He doesn't have to worry about when to pull out, so he just goes harder and harder, he gets so deep in me that it just..." Minju squirms in her seat, as just thinking about it already has her flustered. Yeji watches with fascination—does it really feel that good?

"A-Anyways unnie, you're thinking about letting him do it aren't you?"

"Mmm, thinking about it."

"If you really want to do it, tell oppa to, ahem, restrain himself, you'll feel it a lot more when he does it with you then."

"Ah okay, thanks Minju."

"Sure. Do you want me to umm, stop coming over for a bit?" Minju asks delicately.

"Oh, yeah, I think that's a good idea. Sorry, if you don't mind?"

"Of course, it's no problem."

"Thanks, I'll let you know when."

"Yes, let me know how it goes unnie, it really feels good." Minju's almost cute in her earnestness, eager for Yeji to feel what she feels.

Yeji makes up her mind over the next few days, and when you come back early in the morning after a night with Hitomi, she waits for you to finish breakfast before broaching the topic.

"We need to talk, oppa."

"Hmm? What is it, something wrong?"

"No, not wrong, just, just... I've been thinking recently and—" You grab her hand and kiss it.

"Is this about Hitomi and the others? I'll stop immediately, all I need is you."

"No no, it's not about that, I like that you have a good relationship with Minju and them. Listen." Yeji grabs your hands and runs her thumb over them, drawing contemplative circles on your skin. Whatever this is, it seems important to her, and you look at her, listening intently.

"I umm, I think I want you to finish in me."

Yeji blushes at your intense gaze, was that too straightforward? She offers more details.

"I spoke with Minju, I thought she was just letting you do it because she said she wanted to be your cumdump that one time. But she said she really likes it, that it feels really good, s-so I want to try it too."

You pull Yeji into your lap, kissing her lovingly.

"Are you sure? I would love to of course, but I don't want to if you're not comfortable with it." Yeji nods vigorously.

"I want to try, I'm ready to be your cumdump too." The last few words are whispered into your ear, and there is a needy glint in her eye as you turn to look at her. You're already hard, and she yelps as you get up with her still in your arms. "Wait, not right now, that's the other part!"

"What other part?"

"Can you save up for the week? I told Minju already so she won’t distract you. Can you hold it in?" You bite your lip and agree, sitting back down at the dining table. But you make sure Yeji regrets it for now, leaving her hot and bothered at your agreement.

"Okay, I'll do that, but when the time comes, everything's going into you. I'll want you for the whole night. You can even call Minju over, and I won't even look her way, because I'll be focused on giving you everything."

"I-I got it." Yeji makes to get off you, but you hold her back just a moment, your hardness poking against her needily.

"Don't touch yourself either, if I'm holding back, I want you to hold it in too, Minju could do it for a month, you can do it for a week right?" Yeji blushes and nods, scampering to the bathroom. You hear a shower quickly start and smirk. You needed a cold shower too, but both of you would fail at your tasks if you jump into the shower with her right now. You sigh and think about unsexy things, flexing your thighs to draw blood flow away from your need. It was going to be a long week.

The long week passes with little temptation, as thankfully you don't hear from Minju or the sisters Chae. It helps that Yeji is caught up with her Cheshire promotions, so you only have a few short moments with her here and there—a quick peck, a tight hug and a few words of encouragement, that's all the two of you get. The need and anticipation builds up in the background for Yeji, too swept up in the continuous cycle of promotions, variety shows, and what meager sleep she can get. Before either of you realize it, it has already been a week and a half. When she does realize it though, she drops everything.

"Sorry Jisu, can you take care of meals? I have to handle something and won't be in the dorms."

"Oh? Okay. You have a schedule? We're off this weekend."

"Yeah, something like that." She's relieved to hear that they have nothing on this weekend. "I'll be back before Monday."

"Got it, see you soon."

Yeji packs some clothes quickly before hurrying to your place. She plays back what Minju had said about you, about what it felt like being creampied. She squirms in the taxi, suddenly feeling hot and fidgeting with the hem of her top, almost yearning to tear it off already.

"Oh hey Yeji!" You hug her warmly, assuming that she just dropped by to see you briefly. She returns your hug with surprising passion, burying her face in your chest and holding you tight. "Everything okay? Whoa, is that all the clothes you need for your next photoshoot?"

She looks up at you and shakes her head. "No, I have nothing this weekend, I'm all yours." Yeji kisses you, chastely at first while you process the meaning behind her words. It becomes a full-blown tongue twister once you do, and your hands immediately wander her body, her muscles extra toned from this comeback. Yeji's bag is left forgotten as she jumps in your arms, letting you carry her to the bedroom. Not that it mattered; the only thing she could need from the bag was not her clothes, but the wet wipes she thoughtfully brought.

"I'm so fucking hard right now Yeji." Your words are extraneous, your clothed length pressing against her bare thighs—boiling in her own lust, along the way she had somehow lost her pants already, and she barely noticed it.

"Mm!" She whines as you take her top off too quickly, catching it in her hairtie and yanking at her hair.

"Sorry, sorry!" You force yourself to go slow, removing her top and then carefully removing her hairtie, letting her jet black hair loose. Hungrily she reaches for your t-shirt, pulling it off hastily. Her hands are already on your shorts.

"I can't wait," Yeji admits, her cheeks flush with need.

"Okay, one sec." You quickly discard the rest of your clothes, and when you turn back to look at Yeji she has already lost her bra. The animal part of your brain goes for her unblemished skin, kissing her neck and collarbone before moving to her chest. Yeji shudders and moans as you paw at her, the hairs on her neck standing as your palm brushes a stiff nipple. All the suppressed and ignored need during her promotions is back in full force and wetness. She's not sure if you could tell, but all the teasing and foreplay alone is almost bringing her to climax.

"Oppa, oppa!" she has to gasp, her nails digging into your shoulders to stop your advances. Yeji's breathing deeply as you leave her tits wet from your licking and kissing. "Please, no more, just put it in already!" She lifts her hips pleadingly, begging you to take off her panties. You've taken off her panties plenty of times before, but when you do so this time, you notice how heavy they feel—Yeji has soaked them thoroughly. They are tossed to the floor, and who knows when she'll be putting them on again.

"D-Don't pull out." She whispers a reminder as you line yourself up with her, as if you needed one.

"Never again." Yeji quivers at the thought, and it becomes a jerk of pleasure as you push into her the next moment. In one smooth stroke you're fully buried inside her. Her sopping pussy wet is like nothing you've felt before.

"Oh fuck!" Yeji cries out, maybe it was the build up, maybe it is the sweet stress relief she's been craving, but she contracts around you crazily as she arches her back. You're huge inside her, and part of her idly wonders if it's because she told you to hold it in for the past week and a half. The other part of her is focusing on holding off her orgasm, trying not to cum immediately as you start to pull out. "Don't move, don't move!"

"Fuck Yeji, I'm close already."

"I know, wait, I'm going to cum too." She manages to wrap her legs around your waist, to make sure you aren't able to pull out too far. Her feet around your hips you take as the signal to go, and you pull out halfway before slamming back into Yeji—with how wet she is, there's no need to go slow. You couldn't even if you tried.

"Oppa I can't, I— Ahhhh oppa!" Yeji squeals and throws her head back, reaching her peak on the next thrust. It's embarrassing how quickly she falls apart for you, but she's too far gone to care. She's in the throes of her orgasm, and her pussy is gripping on to your cock so tightly, just like Minju told her. It seems to push back against her contractions, pulsing in preparation for what is to come. Your cock tries to drill into her with short quick stabs, and Yeji whines and whimpers—she doesn't even realize that it's you trying to reach your own climax by pumping as quickly as you can into her. In her sensitive state she feels your pulsing increase in frequency, until you seem to get even bigger and harder inside her. Her body reacts, her pussy trying to tighten around it even further.

Then you burst.

"Oh, oh god, oh my god mmmm..." Yeji gasps, then goes silent as her lower body suddenly feels warm. She hears you groan her name, and a sudden wave of pleasure washes over her, a second orgasm quickly tumbling down her body. It is both fuzzy and intense—fuzzy in that it slowly relaxes her limbs, no longer wrapped around you as tightly; intense in that her core is still twitching, her pussy seeming to clench around you in time with your throbbing cock, keen on getting all of your pent-up load.

This is what Minju feels when she is oppa's cumdump. The thought drifts into the back of Yeji's mind. Whether it is because of her first orgasm in more than week, or if it is because of feeling your cum in her, the pleasure is intense, intoxicating... Addictive.

"I want to be oppa's cumdump too..." You hear it as a soft sigh, barely even a whisper, but you hear it all the same—more importantly, you hear it from Yeji.

"You okay? You sure?" Her arms wrap around your shoulders like a backpack, pulling you closer to her. Her legs curve around your waist again, trying to pull you deeper into her even as you go soft for now.

"Mm." She nods, nuzzling herself into your neck. "Do me more."

"I will, in a bit." Yeji basks in the warm comfort of you pressing against her. She tries to move a little, and her eyes widen in surprise when she feels a thick fluid leak out from between her legs.

That's oppa's cum. Normally it's in my mouth. She sneaks a hand below, collecting some on her finger and bringing it to her face, as if getting confirmation for herself. Tentatively she licks it clean. The act does not go unnoticed.

"Does it taste better?" It does. "That means we taste good together, I always said you tasted good too." This slightly flusters Yeji.

"Hmph, you're just saying that so you can keep doing this."

"Of course, take it as a side benefit." Yeji squirms on the bed, and more of your load leaks out.

"Oppa you really came a lot."

"I have more." You kiss her passionately, and your slick shaft rubs against her thigh. "Do you want to go again just like this?"

"Can I be on top?" You nod and Yeji releases her leg wrap around you. Holding her securely you roll yourself on your back, bringing her on top of you in one familiar move. "Ah, sorry oppa!" What's unfamiliar is the sudden drops of cum landing on you.

"It's okay, that's normal." If anything, watching Yeji leak your seed out of her folds is getting you even harder. "It's hot." She blushes and quietly grabs you. With a sigh she sinks back down on your length, and you moan as she does so—she feels extra creamy around you.

"You feel so good Yeji."

"You're still so hard."

"Watching the cum drip out was so hot, makes me want to put more in you." Yeji aims to do just that, grinding herself on top of you. Her legs are still sore from climaxing hard earlier, but her desires overpower the soreness, and her hips begin to move back and forth, up and down.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh..." Her moans get louder and longer, slowly adjusting her movements for maximum pleasure. "L-Let me know when you're close oppa." The ask alone builds up your pressure substantially. Normally this would indicate that she would get off and suck you off, but this time you know it's different. This is emphasized by the small smears of white at the base of your shaft, where Yeji has stained your cock with cum before sinking herself down on you, taking it deep inside her once more. The smear grows over time, like even more of you is leaking out of her, and it drives you crazy that you're going to be giving her a "refill."

"Yeji, I'm going to cum."

"Yes, cum with me, cum with me oppa!" Her fingers go to her clit, and she rubs herself rapidly to her climax. A strained cry leaves her lips, and you grit your teeth when you feel Yeji cum on you. The sight of her lost in orgasm on top of you, her hair a mess, her flawless body flushed pink, her crimson lips lightly parted—it is all too much! You groan and follow her over the edge, shooting a second load up into her creamy warmth. Yeji falls forward and braces herself on top of you, and every shot of seed makes her moan loudly, her tummy twitching as she milks you.

"Fuck oppa, mmmm, it's so much..." Yeji whimpers. Her arms go weak and she collapses on top of you. Your hands find her perky ass, and she whines as you squeeze and thrust up into her, grinding out the last fleeting jolts of your orgasm. Weakly she helps you along, moving her hips until you finally stop your thrusts, Your hands move to stroke her back and hair, planting soft kisses on her neck. Your words make Yeji quiver in joy.

"I love finishing in you."

"I see why Minju likes it."

"And?"

"And?"

"What about you, how do you feel?"

"I'm... not sure yet." Yeji traces a playful finger on your collarbone. "I don't think you've quite made me your cumdump yet, this feels more like a cumpuddle, or a cumbucket at best."

"Yeji, I don't think I've cum more than I did these past two times, I'll need a break," you groan. She laughs and pecks you on the cheek.

"I know, that's just how much I like it." She pushes herself upright, and she begins to get up, you watch rivulets of white stream down your semi-hard shaft, yet more erotic evidence of having done the deed with her.

"You see that Yeji, you made me do that." You saying it out loud makes Yeji's breath hitch. She was the one that made you do that, not your hands. Like Minju said, Yeji did it with her body. And you can fuck her without worrying, get so deep inside her—

Oh god I'm addicted.

"Y-Yeji!" Your girlfriend leans down between your legs, cleaning the mess with her mouth. "Fuck Yeji slow down!"

"One more, I want one more. However you want me." An image immediately surfaces in your mind, and it makes you painfully hard.

"T-Turn around." Yeji complies immediately, getting on all fours, turning away from you, and spreading her legs. You pull her to the edge of the bed and hiss in oversensitivity as you slip into her once more. "When did you get so needy?" you mutter into her ear, pressing her into the bed.

"I don't know, it's just turning me on so much. Ah!" Yeji cries as you push all the way into her. "Get off in me oppa, make my pussy into your cumdump, deep as you can!"

"Fucking hell Yeji!" You push yourself back and grab her by the waist—despite your sore erection, you had to give Yeji what she wanted. So you start slamming into her forcefully, every bed-creaking thrust causing a resounding clap of bodies.

"Nngh, mmph, nnngh, hnngh!" Yeji's reduced to sounds, her moans muffled by the bed as she takes it from you, letting you take her, letting you take the fastest route to filling her up. That route turns out to be lifting her hips higher and kneeling over her on the bed.

Yeji squeals at the angle, but she bears it, for gravity helps you drill as deep as hard as you can into her. She turns her head to one side, and out of the corner of her eye she sees you like she's never seen before—your brow isn't furrowed, not trying to time your orgasm with when to pull out, when to tell her to turn around. No, you're fully giving into your desires, into her desires, to just get yourself off for maximum satisfaction. It's so simple, so base, and it turns Yeji on so much that she has that power over you, to make you use her. Her own orgasm sneaks up on her and she screams into the bed, throwing her hips back against you, urging you to join her in ecstasy. You do just that, planting yourself deep in her with a powerful downward thrust before holding it there.

"Yeji! Oh god..." You shout her name before unloading everything you have left. In the position, you truly are using her as a cumdump, gravity helping you expel and spill and spend all the semen you have left straight down into her. Both of you are a mindless howling mess, giving and taking all the cum you had until all that's left are sore twitches of your cock. Yeji recovers quicker, first noticing that your weight is no longer on top of her, and that she is lying flat on the bed now. She then feels the stickiness between her legs, from when your cum has been leaking out of her. She finally manages to locate you next to her, sweaty and gasping.

"Oppa!"

"Mm, Yeji, Yeji..." You reach for her, too out of it to piece together more syllables than her name required—you've fucked yourself silly. Yeji curls up next to you, gently stroking your hair.

"Thanks oppa, I'm so happy we did this." You smile and nod, tiredly leaning in for a kiss. Yeji leaves you when you're asleep, going to the bathroom to clean herself up. Before she does so, she daringly takes a photo of herself, of the mess between her legs, and sends it to Minju, her response is immediate.

Oh my god unnie, looks like you enjoyed yourself

I see why you like it now, it feels great!

When can I come by for some of that?

Some time next week? That will be up to oppa, he might be too drained to give you much

Unnie! Yeji can just hear Minju's scandalized tone. With a laugh to herself she takes a shower before joining you back in bed. Not minding your sweatiness she cuddles up to you in bed. You mumble as you wrap your arms around her.

"My... favorite... cumdump."

You wake up the next day to the familiar smell of Yeji's breakfast, and you step out of the bedroom to see her wearing only your oversized t-shirt as she cooks.

"Hey Yeji."

"Oh oppa, go shower, food's almost done."

"You're the best." You stagger to the shower and finally wake up from your sex-stupor. You sight the various stains the two of you had left on the sheets and groan—guess today's laundry day.

"Yeji, I'm going to do laundry, where are your clothes?"

"Wherever I took them off, I don't know." You manage to find all of it on the bedroom floor, and with your own laundry you toss it into the washer.

"Thanks, come eat!" Your appetite is voracious after last night, and you quickly eat what Yeji made, going back for seconds and then a third helping.

"Slow down, you'll have indigestion!"

"I'll be fine, just really hungry."

"Psh okay. Do you have any plans today?"

"Just some groceries, why?"

"Great, can we stay in?"

"Of course, I'll grab the groceries and some takeout for lunch, then we can just chill at home." Yeji nods in assent, her eyes disappearing into her cute eyesmile.

"Let me do it oppa, you just stay home and handle the laundry, okay? Give me the grocery list."

"You sure? You're the celebrity here."

"I'll wear a mask and sunglasses and stuff, I can handle it!" You hand her the list, and about an hour later she comes back with her hands full! "I'm back oppa!"

"Why did you get so much?"

"Your fridge looked so empty! I got extra!"

"I should've come with you then, you brought all this yourself?"

"It's fine, did the laundry finish?"

"It's drying now."

"Yay, let's eat lunch then." You get up off the couch as Yeji starts laying out the delicious looking food. A common theme is present.

"Why is it all eel? Grilled eel, eel over rice?"

"Oh you know oppa!" Yeji punches you playfully. You do know, but that's for later. Lunch is finished, and Yeji helps you replace the sheets on your bed. The two of you end up lazing and spooning on the couch, watching some movie or another on the TV. Not that Yeji paid attention to the show—her mind was elsewhere.

"Not yet oppa?"

"Not yet what?"

"I got you so much eel, shouldn't you repay me in some way?" You mean to place a hand on Yeji, dressed in your t-shirt again, and you've never seen your t-shirt get pressed down so far before you finally reach her midriff.

"Somehow I feel like the eel has made you horny, not me." You nip at her earlobe, earning you a shiver. Yeji makes a point of turning to you, a Chesire smile on her face as she removes her panties from underneath the "dress".

"All I'm saying is, I'll be waiting and ready for you whenever you want me."

As it turns out, "whenever" meant 10 minutes later as Yeji continuously squirms against you, and the heat from the eel flows down your body. You shrug your boxers off, and Yeji turns back to face you as you hike her t-shirt up.

"Is it time now?"

"Yup, you good to go?"

"Why do you think I took my panties off already, I only have the one extra pair."

"Mmm, I love it when you're prepared." Yeji lifts one leg up and wraps it around yours flexibly as push in from behind, the two of you softly moaning. There is no rush, so you slowly move in and out of her, slipping under the t-shirt to fondle her breasts and caress her body.

"How's the comeback, this weekend is your rest weekend?"

"Yup! We're doing good, things are hectic, but it's fun. I'm glad we have a rest though."

"Sorry, you're not getting a lot of rest right now are you?"

"Spending time with you is my rest!" Yeji smiles sweetly, even as you're feeding her your cock from below, it almost makes you stop to kiss her, but you settle for kissing her while you start to move faster.

"Let's make the most of your rest then." Your hold her hips and shoulders, and the couch begins to shift slightly as you rock into her harder and harder. Yeji moans go from quiet to loud, and you make to turn her head to kiss you, to muffle her a little. Instead your fingers slip between her lips somehow, and she sucks them instead, like her pussy sucking your cock in from below. She's temporarily muffled, but it makes you moan louder as she flexes her muscles, eager for your load.

"Opp— Mmm! Gonna cuhm!" You yank your fingers from between her lips and cover her mouth. Harshly you whisper into her ear.

"Cum for me Yeji, cum for me!" She breaths deeply through her nose, each breath shorter than the last as you hurry her to her climax. With a scream into your palm she tenses and lets it wash over her. The clenching around your shaft becomes even more intense, if Yeji gets any tighter...

Yeji shouts a few more times into your hand. Her body tries to thrash in pleasure, but your hold over her keeps her in place. It just makes her contract on your shaft over and over, and as she comes down from her orgasm she feels a warm fluid oozing down her thigh. Yeji looks down her body best she can, and it is thick and white—you've hit your own orgasm, and at the angle you're fucking her in, any overflow comes spurting out the little gap between the two of you. Your load continues to leak onto her thighs as you continue to fire a few more shots into her.

Oh god, that's so hot, oppa's still cumming in me! Yeji reaches a hand between her legs, and she gently squeezes your balls, coaxing more eel-powered stamina from you. The puddle on her thigh grows slightly more as she does so, and she only decides to stop when it's at risk of dripping to the couch. Her effort is futile when you pull her back, making her lie down on the couch as you kiss her passionately from above. Your cum continues to drain out of Yeji and on to the couch, but as the two of you make out it is merely an afterthought.

"Thanks for the eel," you murmur in her ear. A finger drifts between her legs, scooping up what seed you could and putting it back into her.

"Mmm! What about oppa's eel, is it still fresh?" Yeji asks. You pull her into a seating position in front of you. Her chest is at face height, and you take advantage of it by nuzzling in her cleavage and playing with her breasts. Yeji responds by continuously massaging your semi-hard length, and it acts like a non-Newtonian fluid, becoming harder under her constant pressure. The two of you share a knowing look when it happens.

"I don't know, you should ride it and find out."

This time there is no muffling Yeji as she throws her head back and moans freely, allowing you to guide her hips while she bounces on your cock. Every sink into your lap feels extra squishy and creamy, and Yeji wonders just how much you have put into her over the weekend. The amount didn't really matter, she still wanted more! You're too sensitive, and this time you can only groan as you hit your limit. Yeji cups your face in her hands—all you see is her expression: desperate, needy, loving. She nods even as she bobs up and down in your lap, and your vocals join hers as you peak once more, sending even more spunk up into Yeji.

"Fuck, why does it feel so good oppa?" Yeji whispers, her mouth opening and closing powerlessly as she bounces closer to her own climax.

"You should cum too if it feels so good..." you groan, slipping a hand between the two of you to rub her clit. She collapses on your shoulder, and she stings your shoulder with a gentle bite as she reaches her own orgasm. Gravity helps the two of you make a mess, your cum flowing out of her rapidly as she contracts around your slightly softening cock. You pay the favor back, continuing to rub her clit until she's scratching your shoulders too, her whiny whisper begging you to stop. You stroke her sweaty hair as she breathes deeply into your neck, her head still spinning in pleasure.

"Damn it oppa..."

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I can do anymore this weekend, everything's too much, feels so good, but I'm so sore!" Yeji hugs you tighter as she feels your whole body chuckle.

"Oh thank god, Yeji, do you know how many times we've done it? Way too many, I'm not sure anything will come out for a week!" Yeji lifts her head from your shoulder, pouting a little at not being able to have sex the whole weekend. "Let's just cuddle and chill like a normal couple tomorrow, okay? You need some actual rest." She breaks out into that damned smile again, and your heart skips a beat as she leans in for a kiss.

The two of you clean up eventually, making a note to use plenty of towels next time. The rest of the day is normal, save for a bit of soreness as the two of you sneak a late night trip to the convenience store for some drinks. You insist on Yeji resting the next day, babying her and not letting her lift a finger—the bed was her private domain as you brought her everything she needed.

"Oppa I'm going to be stiff tomorrow at practice if I don't move!"

"You're going to be tired tomorrow if you don't rest! Tiredness leads to injuries, stiffness is easy to fix, just do more warmups tomorrow!"

"I hate warmups! The girls are just gonna say I'm old and—" You shut her up with a chip.

"Shut up and eat your snacks dear. Tell them they can get fucked like you do. Actually don't, Chaeryeong might come find me again." Yeji half-laughs and half-chokes on her chip.

"Are you scared of her?"

"A little? Have you seen her drunk?"

"Of course, ahahaha!"

Yeji regrettably leaves your place later that night. Of course, you sneak in plenty of illicit meets with her after that, and Yeji is a lot more risk-tolerant now for some reason.

"Yeji-ah, they called standby, we're going up in 10 minutes!"

"Got it, thanks!" The two of you freeze in the bathroom until you no longer hear her manager's footsteps.

"Quick oppa! Only 10 minutes!"

"You came already, just go, I can take care of it myself."

"No I want it!" Yeji tries to push herself back against you in the cramped bathroom stall. "Just hurry up and cum in me!" You grit your teeth and pump her fast, praying that the stall door isn't rattling too much.

"Yes..." Yeji sighs and quivers as she feels you throb and spew your load inside her. "Tissues, quick!" You grab the tissues you had on hand to her, and she swiftly cleans up most of the thick fluid leaking out of her. The two of you quickly fix your clothing before Yeji guides you to an unused waiting room. "Wait here, I'll see you in a bit okay?" You rest on the couch for a bit, but you freeze when the door opens again—it definitely hasn't been 10 minutes yet!

"Oppa?"

"M-Minju?"

"Yay, Yeji unnie was right, you are here!"

"Yeji told you I was here?"

"Mmhmm, she feels sorry for hogging me, so she told me to find you here oppa."

"Yeah, Yeji's been keeping me busy, and umm, spent." Not today though, and now you realize why Yeji brought you an eel rice lunchbox.

"I know, but..." Minju's in your lap, her hands working on your just-buttoned jeans. "I still get to be your Minju cumdump right? I'm not much of one if there's no cum in me. Please?"

She's not wrong, so you do what you have to do as you pull her panties to the side.

Oh well.

A/N: Cliffhanger resolved! Anyways yeah, have some Yeji before the new year lol. Thanks for reading!

#smut #itzy #yeji

[visforvengeance]

heat lightning

Requested by: no one<3

Notes: Howdy! here's chapter twooooo. so i think i should add that it's italicized because all of this in these last two chapters are in the past, before carm becomes the owner of the beef. but the next chapter will be in the present starting from s1.

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. donna is a warning on her own. all angst babey! please let me know if I missed anything and thanks for reading <;3.

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Y/N sat in the living room with Sugar and Mikey, chaos surrounded them as Donna zoomed around the kitchen. She had to physically restrain Natalie from asking Donna if she was ok. She could see the way her eyes darted between her and the kitchen door behind her. She couldn’t bear to see her friend suffering, so she offered to go with Natalie into the kitchen. Grateful, Natalie held her hand as they approached slowly. 

The mess that covered the kitchen hadn’t phased them one bit as they were used to these things. Y/N softly nudged Natalie forward, still holding her hand tightly as a way of showing support. Natalie looked at the girl beside her and nodded, letting go of her hand. She walked towards the counter, shifting her weight onto it as she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the consequences that could happen. “Hey, mom?” Natalie called out, nervously. “You okay?”

Donna whipped around to look at her daughter. The crazy look in her eyes sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. “Of course, I’m fucking okay, Sugar. Do you need to ask that every five fucking seconds?!” Y/N shook her head, dragging Natalie away as Donna began yelling about god knows what. She rubbed her friend’s shoulders as she cried into her sweater, softly patting her hair. “It’s ok, babe. Just take a deep breath.” The pair sat outside, Donna’s yelling crescendoed and decrescendoed as Mikey opened and closed the door. He looked tired as he stood over his crying sister. Mikey squeezed in beside the two girls, throwing his arm around Natalie and pulling her into his side. Y/N frowned and looked at Mikey while he began shaking his head. She began heading back inside, before squeezing Nat’s shoulder. “I’ll let you guys know when dinner is ready,” Mikey patted her hand in acknowledgment. 

When Y/N walked back inside, she heard his voice. It caused her to stagger her movements. She hadn’t fully prepared herself to see Carmen when she agreed to this dinner. When they last saw each other, so many things were happening that they didn’t have time for each other. Donna flew around the kitchen like a bat out of hell, Mikey was desperately trying to calm down his crying sister, they each had their respective problem to deal with. Or rather they were choosing to avoid each other like the plague, neither one of them wanted to admit that to themselves. 

Carmen knew that she’d be at the Christmas dinner. Sugar was his way into her life as she’d tell him how Y/N was doing so he didn’t have to ask himself. He really hadn’t meant to distance himself even more from the girl. He hadn’t realized how fucking difficult culinary school could be, or maybe his teacher was just that good at making him feel like shit. Add that on top of what exactly he was missing back home, and his self-doubt. Carmen was struggling with the crippling need to prove himself to his mother and Mikey and everyone ever. But, not himself. Never himself. 

He knew about how well she was doing in school, how her mother was sick, and some guy she was seeing that she liked. That caught his attention. What did he look like? Does he make her laugh? Does he- Natalie had to go. She and this mystery guy plagued his mind heavily, he could hardly focus. He had no one to blame but himself, though. Maybe if he called her more instead of less and remembered to send the gift for her birthday. And, maybe if he wasn’t such a pussy, he could be the one making her smile every morning. Like he used to. 

So, here he stood in his childhood kitchen staring at his childhood best friend/love. He could’ve sworn time moved by slowly, his focus was only on her. She looked a bit older but still the same as the day he left her. Her hair was longer and her body had filled out more. She swapped the colorful graphic hoodies for more neutral-toned clothes like the caramel-colored overcoat that wrapped around her frame loosely. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. For a moment there, he pictured what life would have been like with her if he hadn’t left.

He snapped back to reality when Donna screamed his name for the ninth time and Y/N had gone to help Richie with Tiffany. She didn’t say a word to him before she walked away. He watched as a frown crept onto her features upon discovering he was there. That hurt a bit, but he knew it was the least he deserved. 

She hurried to get away from him. She should’ve known better than to expect that he wouldn’t come but she hadn’t prepared herself for when she saw him. He looked like Carmy but tired. Like the years hadn’t been kind to him. But, his curls still lay wildly against his head. In all directions as if he’d been running his hand through them when he was stressed, something he always did that she adored. The red sweater both hugged his body but fit loosely in a way that only Carmen could pull off. He hadn’t changed one bit. He was still awkward, still looking like he’d been through the worst days of his life. 

She knew that there would be some kind of conversation to happen between them, that was unavoidable. Her mind raced as she thought of everything she felt about him these last two years. Unwavering love, hate, yearning, resentment. It was all too much. She feared that once she started, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. When it came to Carmen, she always indulged herself. She allowed herself to hang onto his every word. She couldn’t manage that this time. She feared that if she did so, she may lose herself in the end. 

When she came back into the kitchen, in desperate need of Sprite for Tiffany, she walked into a complete shitstorm. Unfazed, though, she walked over to the fridge. Only to find a severe lack of the fizzy drink. Though, she could’ve sworn she told Mikey to get some. She racked her brain figuring out how to remedy the situation, when she suddenly remembered there was an award-winning chef-to-be near. Surely, he’d know how to make something. 

“Carmen,” he wasn’t looking for it, but he heard it. Her soft voice overpowered all the yelling, clear as day, he heard it. He tuned out everything else, giving her his full attention, as always. “What?” What? How can I help? Please let me help. She knew him like the back of her hand, still. He’d do anything for her. “I need you to make some kind of seltzer-y beverage for Tiffany,” she held her hands up in prayer form, silently begging. 

This was the first time he’d spoken to her in years, he hadn’t meant to stare at her all wide-eyed. She snapped him out of his trance, “y-yeah, just give me a minute.” She smiled, grateful for him. Everyone else in the kitchen began spouting mess, taunting Caremn for his skills, She admired him and what he could do. Carmen was beyond talented, she didn’t know how he couldn’t see it. She watched as he moved gracefully around the kitchen, a shocking difference in comparison to Donna. She could watch him all day. He managed to dodge Donna as he handed her ice cold drink, garnished with a single mint leaf and a slice of lemon. She thanked him and handed the drink to Richie who paced around the kitchen, conversing with Donna. 

Mikey and Richie had caught Carmen in the hallway, happily mentioning Claire. Claire was a girl who had a crush on Carmen all throughout grade school and well into high school. During junior year, Claire and Carmen had a fling, which Y/N didn’t like so much. Carmen didn’t force her to third wheel, he always made sure to include her when it was time they hung out with friends. But, it had her wishing it was her instead.

The fucking love of his life, they called her. She listened more as they went on about how her body had changed and she looked more like a woman or whatever, she couldn’t bear to stand it. She thanked god as she heard Carmen protesting. “You fucking what? What the hell do you mean?

“Woah, woah, Carmen, calm down.”  Carmen failed to keep his cool as he listened to his brother. “Bro, no one asked you to fucking do that, what the fuck.” Mikey scoffed, “Hold up. I was just trying to help you out, Carm. Look, I mentioned the fucking Napa thing- I mean the fucking Copenhagen shit, alright?” Carmen contemplated blowing his brains out about this later, he couldn’t believe Mikey. “Why? Like, why are you like this? I’m not in love with her. I mean, we had a fling? In High school? Fuckin 5 years ago? Be serious, guys. Come on.” Their bickering began to grow louder only to be interrupted by Donna. Thank fucking christ.

Y/N roamed the halls aimlessly, for once shit had settled down. She had no one to tend to. She decided to have a seat outside and take a breath of fresh air. What she hadn’t expected was to find Carmen sitting on the stairs before her. She took a seat next to him, placing her hands between her thighs for warmth. “Hi, Carmy.” He jumped as he heard her voice, he really wasn’t expecting her to speak to him. Let alone sit beside him. But, he responded, nonetheless. “Hey,” he hoped she didn’t hear how his voice shook, “hanging in there?” Carmen knows firsthand just how crazy shit can get in his home. 

What the hell could she say to him after 2 years, though? ‘Hey, Carmen. It’s so good to see you. I still want you by the way!’ Fuck. “Barely. You?” Let’s see, his alcoholic mother invited him home for Christmas dinner, and then proceeded to terrorize the entire family. Oh! And, the girl he’s loved his whole life is here, too! The girl he fucking ignored for two years, his best friend. It was all a hot mess. 

“Fucking hardly,” she gave him a smirk. He smiled. Truly smiled for the first time in god knows how long. “After spending the day in this shithole? It gets the best of us, doesn’t it?” He looks out to the street, silently remembering their childhood, “sure does.”

She wanted to know what New York was like, his life there. Was it really so demanding that it cost them their friendship? Or..whatever they had between them. She wasn’t as delusional as Carmen. She stopped denying the fact that there was something more between them and anyone who looked at them could see it too. 

“Was it worth it in the end?” He hadn’t expected her to ask that, he was still processing the fact that she was speaking to him. “Was what worth it?” Carmen, the smartest guy she knew, could be a real dumbass sometimes. She used to think that he was just fucking with her, but he’s really just like that. “The leaving, the ghosting, everything that has happened in the last two years that pulled you away from me.”

She tried to keep her anger down. She hadn’t been able to express her feelings to him because he never answered the fucking phone. Not for her, anyway. She almost forgot what his voice sounded like. She almost forgot how he sounded when he yelled. How he sounded when he told her he loved her. How he cried. How he smelled. She almost forgot him. 

Carmen didn’t know how to answer that. Hell, he asked himself that every day and never came up with an answer. He thought about his time in New York. The new things he learned, his mentors. Was it worth it? “Yes,” he whispered. He looked up into her eyes, and her watery ones stared back at him. “But, if I could do it all over again, I’d take you with me.”

If he could go back to the night he left, he’d kiss her and beg her to come with him. They’d get an apartment together, and she’d attend Columbia University, and they’d be happy. Together. And, she’d go. 

“I loved you, Carmen.” Her voice was low. But it echoed in Carmen's head. Loved? His worst nightmare is in full effect. “I loved you from the moment I first met you. I played it off as just friends being friends but the things I’ve done and the words I said? Friends don’t do that.” He had to have known, right? They were each other’s first kiss. And second. And third. 

“During freshman year, I realized it. When I found out you were dating Claire, it was the worst day of my life. I felt so sick-“ “That’s why you missed school that day.” He thought back on that day. He was so excited to tell her he’d finally got a girlfriend and that it was Claire, the girl he had a crush on. The girl he used to get over her. He remembered how quickly her mood had changed as soon as he told her the news. She told him that she had to do something for her mother and he didn’t hear from her or see her until Monday and everything was fine again. 

Her voice trembled as she spoke, “Then college came and you were leaving and I hated myself for not saying something then. Then college happened and we were fading until there was nothing left.” She turned her head to look at him, sniffling. “How do you stop loving someone you’ve spent most of your life wanting?” How when your whole world is him? The people you hang around, the places you visit, it’s all him. 

“I love you,” he says to her. He shut down any girl that tried to get with him because they weren’t her. “Claire was a pawn. To try and get over you.” He realized how bad that sounded, but he didn’t care, at least he was being honest. “It didn’t work. I spent all my time looking for you in her. She wasn’t you.” You couldn’t even call it a relationship, whatever they had. It lasted 3 days and never got farther than holding hands. He was starting to feel bad for how much he wished Claire was Y/N. So he ended it. 

“I could blame being busy and culinary school for not talking to you but it was just me. I got too into my head, I let myself believe that you deserved better, that your life would be better without me in it.” His voice cracked as he spoke. For the first time in a long time, he was finally being honest. 

“So, you decided for me?” He sighed as he realized that he had decided for her. “I’d have chosen you again and again because, Carmen, you are so much more than you realize.” 

“So, what now?” He had to go back to New York soon. He only has a year left but who knows if he’ll even come back home after?

She starts teaching at her new school next year. Fresh out of college, everything will be crazy. “We’ll see, Carmen.”

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear

[helladirections]

I Dig Your Cinema

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Complete Word Count: 6.5k

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He just shrugged. “Told you, nervous about the intimate scenes.”  “I thought we went over this this morning?” she questioned. “And that last one was so good!” The complement tickled a spot inside of him. “From where I was standing it looked completely real. Totally reminded me of this time with...” she drifted off, blush arriving back to her cheeks as she took a bite of her sandwich to cover. “Anyway...”  “No,” Harry said softly. “Tell me. Who was it and what was he doing?” “You don’t want to hear about that H,” she insisted, taking another bite.  If only she knew. “Yeah, I do. Tell me.”  “Will it... is it gonna help you with your next scene? To hear about what it looks like from the other perspective?”

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Harry had been in movies before, sure. He’d had plenty of lead roles, already won lots of awards and was nominated for several Oscars (although he never won those). But he had never been this nervous about shooting a movie, or in particular, some scenes in a movie. This is what he does for goodness sake. He’s a movie star, he’s famous, he walks red carpets and acts in films with giant budgets and big name directors and famous casts. 

But he’d never filmed a sex scene before.

And objectively, he knew it was fake. He knew the intimacy coordinator was good at her job, the set would be cleared except for essential personnel, he and his co-star would both be wearing modesty garments and barriers and the whole thing would be entirely professional. 

But it was still a sex scene. 

That morning before the first of the intimate scenes was to be shot, he was pacing in his trailer. Everyone in the world would know what he looked like when he did that. They would know what his face looked like (or what he thinks his face probably looks like - honestly he isn’t usually paying that much attention to his expression in the moment) when he hits his high. He’s kissed on screen before, sure. Who hasn’t in this business? But something about this just felt different.

Obviously, he knew what he was signing up for when he agreed to shoot the movie. And he knew that if he had a problem with something, the producers wanted him so badly for the part that they would happily adjust the script. But Harry agreed that it was there for a reason and the screenwriter wouldn’t have just added those scenes in for fun. They served a purpose, they showed character development, they moved the story forward. 

He brushed his hair back with one hand, the other firmly on his hip as he continued to pace. It wasn’t that he wanted to get out of it, either. He wanted to do it. He was just nervous. And Harry Styles? Nervous to shoot a movie? That sounded impossible, even to him. He was chewing on his bottom lip, nearly making it bleed before remembering there would be close ups of his face and lips during these scenes and unless he wanted to be caked with makeup he had to stop it. 

The soft knock at his door came right on time. Y/N, his production assistant was there to tell him that he was needed on set. And he had never felt less ready. 

“H?” she called out, opening the door slowly after he didn’t answer her knock.

“Yeah... yeah... I’ll be right there. Just... just gotta.. Um...” he looked around the room for an excuse of why he needed more time, of why he was so jittery, of why it wasn’t time for him to be on set yet. But he came up empty. 

Y/N let the door close behind her and she walked up to where Harry was standing, finally not pacing any longer but instead bouncing his leg incessantly. 

“Harry,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He let out a deep breath, finally allowing some portion of himself to relax as he looked up at her. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?” 

The look in her eyes was so gentle and wholesome, and he almost didn’t want to admit what it was because he had grown to see her as rather socially innocent. She was plenty experienced with her job, and had even been his assistant on other movies before. But she was often quiet and shy when it came to new people, or people at all unless she had a reason to talk to them. 

The first time they had met, a couple of years ago now on a movie back when he was still auditioning for roles, he was convinced she didn’t like him because she never said anything to him unless it was about business or getting him to set on time. He soon learned that was just how she was. Occasionally he got her to open up a bit, they would chat over lunch from time to time and she would chuckle at his bad jokes when he was trying to break the tension of a dark scene. But overall she was quiet, and he had learned that she was very particular with who she got close to. He felt incredibly lucky that she so often showed that she cared about him. 

“It's uh... um the...” he hesitated some more. But when she cocked her head to the side questioningly, he couldn’t help but let the words spill out. “I’ve never done these intimate scenes, y’know? And like... I know it’s all super professional but I’m nervous. Everyone is gonna see how I do certain things and what if I do it wrong? What if I’m actually bad at it?” 

Y/N let her hand drop down his arm before resting at her side as she smiled at him softly, her eyes reflecting the lights above her and almost sparkling. 

“H, we both know you aren’t bad at it.” 

He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean... I mean I don’t know. But how many other movie stars do you have to hook up with before there would start to be rumors, hm? And the only rumors I’ve heard about you have been... really good,” she admitted. 

“You’ve heard rumors about me?” 

Y/N blushed then, looking away from him.

“Uh... yeah I mean... yeah.” 

It was impossible not to wonder what exactly it was that she had heard. He wanted to know desperately what was going through her mind about him that made her blush so hard. But he knew better than to ask. She wasn’t one to divulge anything she didn’t intend to, and if she intended to, she would have already. Still, the idea that she had heard something about him in bed made him feel... something. He wasn’t sure what, but it was definitely something. 

“But my point is-” she refocused them both, looking back at him. “You’re going to be fine. Anna is one of the best intimacy coordinators in the business, and she’s going to make sure everything is comfortable and safe, and all you have to do is what you do best.” 

Y/N always gave the best pep speeches. Usually Harry only needed them when there was a big action scene coming up, or maybe on his first day, or maybe she would say something sweet and slightly emotional before their last day together on set, never knowing if they would get to work together again. But whatever the reason, her words always did exactly what he needed them to do in that moment. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “I’m just doing my job. I’m just acting. The rest is going to be fine. I have nothing to worry about.” 

“Exactly!” 

Y/N sighed with relief as Harry looked back at her with a slight smile. He still felt uncomfortable, and he knew it was plastered all over his face. But she was great at pretending it wasn’t and hyping him up anyway. 

“The first few scenes are just kissing anyway, and you’ve done that loads of times. The morning is really just a warm up, right? You work so well with Florence anyway, this will be a breeze, I promise.” 

And when she promised, Harry really believed it. 

At least he did at first. But when the hours wore on and the kissing scenes turned into makeout scenes which turned into running his hands all over her body which turned into falling into bed together which turned into eating her out on the table... he was struggling.

They called to cut the scene when it was clear that Harry was uncomfortable between his costar’s legs. With a pout on his face, Harry walked over to Y/N and took the water bottle she was handing to him. He drank a bit and she stood there wordlessly, yet still somehow supportive. Her presence always made him relax a little. 

“Was it that bad?” he finally asked, quietly so the rest of the crew couldn't hear him.

“No, I don’t think so,” she answered with a shrug. She paused for a moment, clearly thinking over her next words. She only ever said what was necessary and wasn’t one to ramble. “I think you’re thinking about it too much.” 

Harry really did value Y/N’s opinions on these things, so he tried to process what he could be doing differently. She had worked on so many amazing films and seen so many fantastic actors work on their craft. Most of the time her feedback was more valuable than the director’s. Directors and producers were so insulated into this business they often lost sight of what people actually wanted to see. 

He had been following the direction he was given - he was supposed to be completely enamored by Florence, horny beyond belief, and so in love. He was supposed to love the power had over her by performing these acts, and get off on the way she looked while he was doing it. And he was playing to those notes, wasn’t he? At least he thought he was. Thinking back, he could pinpoint the look he was going for, the expression he wanted on his face, the speed of his movements - 

“Like that-” she cut him off from his train of thoughts. “Right now, you’re thinking about thinking about thinking. It’s too much. You need to relax.” 

He furrowed his brows, still looking at her as he twisted the cap back onto his water, but not saying anything. 

“Like, it needs to look like you’re actually doing it, right? And when you’re actually doing it the worst is when you’re in the moment and your partner is overthinking it, right? So if you want it to look good, you can’t do the exact thing that makes the real thing bad.” 

Her advice made sense... a lot of sense actually. But he wasn’t really thinking about her advice anymore as much as he was thinking about her statement which kind of threw in his face that oh yeah, Y/N has had someone eat her out before and that’s why she knows this.

He shouldn’t be thinking about her in that way, he knows that of course. But it was like some kind of reflex that he couldn’t turn off. She just always seemed so soft and gentle and the idea of Y/N in sexual situations like that... well he used to not be able to picture her like that (not that he ever tried). But after getting to know her better he realized that she was hiding some naughty things behind those kind eyes. 

Before Harry could say anything else, the director called the cast to set themselves to reshoot the scene again. He smiled at Y/N in thanks as he handed the water back to her and took his place in front of the table, Florence sitting on it with open legs. 

And he realized in that moment how weird it was that literally pretending to eat out his co-star didn’t get him worked up at all but the slight suggestion that maybe Y/N had done something like this before in real life made his insides all twisty and turny. But he tried to take her advice and not think too far into it. 

Florence smiled at him, and they talked with Anna about their new strategy. She would grab his hair and help direct him, and he would bury his face as close as he reasonably could so it looked believable from afar. He closed his eyes as they did a practice round. Instead of thinking about how his head looks, how his forehead looks, how his movements look, how close he was getting to Florence, trying to stay professional in the setting, he was imagining there was actually someone undressed in front of him. That he was actually lapping at their folds and tasting their sweet juices and nipping at her inner thighs every once in a while just to get a reaction. And her moans would be high pitched and soft, like she was afraid to let them out. And he would suck her clit as he started using his fingers too. And Y/N would be so tight and warm and wet and he would moan around her most sensitive spot letting the vibrations help her out as well. And when Y/N finally came, he would lick it all up until she was so sensitive she was pushing him away. 

And then he stood up. The run through, done. He felt like his face should be wet, and subconsciously wiped it with the back of his hand (though he only removed some makeup). And he looked over to Y/N off to the side, still holding his water, and that’s when he realized that his imaginary girl had somehow become Y/N without him even noticing. And he started to blush at the thought, grateful that she didn’t have to know. 

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, Styles. That was the best one yet!” Florence teased him from her spot on the table. 

He looked back at her, smiling as he tried to shake off his thoughts. But then again, if this was the best one yet, maybe he didn’t want to shake off those thoughts completely? Maybe they would be useful. No one ever had to know what he was thinking about during filming, it was fine. 

So when the director called to start shooting the scene again, Harry really went for it. He didn’t think about what he was doing or what he looked like or how it would look on camera. He just thought about Y/N sitting there on the table in front of him, bare and exposed for him to pleasure her. He would make her feel so good, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. That soft, sweet voice would make the dirtiest sounds he had ever heard. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would coerce her into saying his name through a moan. The idea of that alone got him chubbed up a bit. She probably tasted amazing, and he would use every skill he had ever learned to make her feel as amazing as possible. The sensations would be so good that she would involuntarily throw her head back, squeeze his hair tight, and let out a groan as he tasted her beautiful arousal. 

And then the director called a cut. 

Harry stood up as Florence’s grip on his hair relaxed, and he found himself breathing heavily even though he hadn’t really been doing much of anything. He wasn’t as out of breath as he usually found himself after the real thing, but it was still notable. 

“I think we got it!” he called out. “Time for lunch.” 

At first, Harry was relieved to go to lunch, to get a break from shooting these scenes, to go back to his trailer and sit down. Maybe he would get a moment to be with Y/N and chat about something normal. 

Y/N.

Shit. 

He knew he was blushing when he mumbled his lunch order to her because not only could he feel the heat rising to his face, but she looked at him pretty curiously but never asked him a question. When she walked away to pick up their meals he let out a deep breath, heading to his trailer afterwards. 

All day he had thought that the room they were in was kept warm to help deal with the fact that they were fairly exposed. But it turned out when he opened the door to go outside, a wall of heat and humidity hit his skin. By the time he made it back to his trailer (where he thankfully left the A/C on by accident that morning) he was sticky and gross. 

Immediately he peeled off his costume of a long sleeve shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers to cool down. He sat on the makeshift couch and spread out his arms along the back of it. Letting his head rest on the back, he relaxed into the cushions and closed his eyes for a moment. 

His nerves that morning were somewhat gone, but they were replaced by a new uneasy feeling. He was able to do his job, but only by imagining his coworker and friend was there in front of him. Only by thinking about her naked body and the sounds he hoped she would make. Only by picturing what she would look like where he now realized he wanted her most. 

He couldn’t get too deep into his thoughts about her though, because pretty soon Y/N was back with both of their lunches. It was sandwich day and they both chose the vegetarian option with a side of potato chips. She placed his lunch down on the table in front of him and then started heading back to the door before he stopped her.

“Wait, don’t you want to eat lunch with me?”

“Oh,” she turned around to look at him. “I figured with everything from this morning, and you’re not wearing your clothes... thought you might want to be alone.” 

He shook his head. “Would much rather be with you, darling. Promise.” 

Her face lit up then as she practically skipped back to the chair on the other side of the table from the couch he was already sitting on. 

“Was hoping you’d say something like that, actually,” she said gleefully as she started to unpack her own lunch. 

“Thanks again for your advice on set earlier. Think you know more about cinema than the directors sometimes,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll always help you with whatever you need, you know Harry,” she responded with a smile. But she quickly changed the subject. “I overheard something funny from one of the other assistants today!” 

Innocent as she was, she was still always ready to share gossip with Harry. And he always returned the favor, although he learned long ago that the assistants always knew the most about everything. So many higher ups would just keep talking and not even notice that they were around, so she always had something juicy to share with him. And his lips were sealed with her secrets inside, of course. 

He listened intently for a few minutes as she went on about the rumor going around that one of the camera men was sleeping with an extra, but eventually his mind drifted off. The sound of her voice was comforting, but he wasn’t really making sense of the actual words she was saying. Even when she was excited, her voice remained soft. It sounded like a soft blanket you would use to wrap up a baby for nap time. Or your favorite teddy bear that you’ve had for 30 years that hardly resembled a bear at all anymore because it was so worn down. 

“And I was like no, there’s no way that’s true! Right? Right Harry?” she asked him a second time upon realizing he wasn’t really paying attention.

“Oh uh, yeah,” he said, trying to cover his own ass. 

But she knew better. She didn’t know what he was thinking about, but she knew his head wasn’t in the game she was trying to play.

“Ok, what’s really going on then, hm? You’ve been acting weird all day.” 

He just shrugged. “Told you, nervous about the intimate scenes.” 

“I thought we went over this this morning?” she questioned. “And that last one was so good!” The complement tickled a spot inside of him. “From where I was standing it looked completely real. Totally reminded me of this time with...” she drifted off, blush arriving back to her cheeks as she took a bite of her sandwich to cover. “Anyway...” 

“No,” Harry said softly. “Tell me. Who was it and what was he doing?”

“You don’t want to hear about that H,” she insisted, taking another bite. 

If only she knew. “Yeah, I do. Tell me.” 

“Will it... is it gonna help you with your next scene? To hear about what it looks like from the other perspective?”

And honestly that had nothing to do with why he wanted to hear her tell the story, but she handed him a perfect cover right on a silver platter.

“Yeah, sure. Always want your feedback.” 

“Ok,” she swallowed her bite, placing her sandwich back down on her plate carefully before wiping her hands and looking up at him. “So he is my...” 

Harry gulped. She had someone. There goes any of his fantasies. 

“Actually, was my friend.” 

“Friend?”

“You know... friend... with benefits... whatever.” 

She was already clearly nervous (in the cutest possible way), but Harry was eating up every word that came out of her mouth. And was. That was a good word to hear. 

He knew the best way to get her to keep talking was to leave an open silence until she was uncomfortable enough to fill it, so that’s exactly what he did. 

After a short pause, she spoke up again. Her voice was still soft and she was looking everywhere around the room except at him. 

“And one night all his roommates were gone, so we didn’t have to use his room...” She looked up at him, hoping for some input, but he just raised his brows, urging her to continue. “So he said he wanted to do... he wanted to use the dining table. And I’d never done that so I figured I might as well...” 

Harry hummed in agreement. 

“I wasn’t wearing a dress like Florence was. But he took off my... we made it work.” 

“And what was the worst thing he did? What should I make sure not to do on camera?” he asked, careful not to dig too deep.

She thought for a moment. “He did that thing where he shook his head back and forth really fast. I don’t know... maybe some girls like that but for me it’s not enough... not focused enough. And it gets messy but not in a fun way.” 

His skin erupted with goosebumps, but he was an actor and he acted like he wasn’t bothered at all. Messy in a fun way. Harry could definitely work with that. Messy could definitely be fun. 

“And what was the best part then?” 

“The way he... when he...” she tried a few times to say what she wanted without actually saying it, but she was running into trouble. 

“When he what, babe?” 

“Um... when he... y’know...” 

“No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking yeh. Wanna know what the best part was so I can recreate it on camera.” 

The lie was thinning out now, as he realized he had finished shooting the scene in question and this wouldn’t really be relevant to any other part of the script. But he held up his excuse anyway. She was always very invested in whatever project she was working on, and he knew she would want to do whatever she could to help it go smoothly. 

“Yeah... of course. Um... when he... he did this thing where he um... he was sucking and then also used his tongue on my... and it felt really...” 

Harry could fill in the blanks eventually, of course he could. But something about the way she was shifting in her seat when he was pulling the words out of her made his stomach turn in the best way. So he egged her on further. 

“Was he sucking on your clit, sweetheart?” he offered.

She nodded. 

“And did it make you cum?” 

She nodded again. 

“And that was your favorite part?” 

“Yes, Harry,” she said through a breath. 

The temperature in the room seemed to have changed without his noticing. No amount of A/C could cut through the heat and tension between the two of them now. 

“Do you want me to do that for you?” he said in a whisper. 

She gave a small nod, her eyes closed now. And if he wasn’t looking so closely at her he might have missed it. But he didn’t. He saw it. And she wanted him just like he wanted her. 

“Want me to do it now?”

Another nod. 

“How much time do we have?” 

She opened her eyes to look down at the schedule on her phone. 

“Um, they need you back on set in an hour.” 

“That’s plenty of time.” 

Her cheeks were completely red, and Harry could feel the heat radiating off of them when he brought his hand up to her face, thumb stroking over her soft skin. She let out a breath and melted into his touch, and in that moment he knew he had never wanted anybody more. Eyes closed, she brought a hand up to her chest to feel her heartbeat. 

Harry’s hand followed hers, the warmth from his skin spreading across her chest. 

“Is it going fast?” he asked in a whisper.

She nodded, once again unable to find the words. 

“Is that ok, or should I stop?”

“It’s ok,” she told him. 

He hummed. His hand on her chest fell down to her waist as he pulled her ever closer to him. Her small breaths came out in little puffs across his lips. 

“Gonna kiss you now, ok?” he warned her.

“Please.” 

He started off slow, both because he wanted to savor the moment in case it never came again, and because he wanted to respect her boundaries. She just seemed like the type of person who wants to take things slow, soft, and gentle. Maybe because he always viewed her as soft and gentle in the best possible way. 

And he was right about her being soft - her plush lips felt like clouds against his own. She was warm, and her mouth worked in tandem with Harry’s as he kissed her. Taking her bottom lip between his, he sucked a bit and pulled it back, earning a gasp so small he almost thought he was making it up. With her mouth slightly open now, he started using his tongue to dance around hers. 

She tasted so good. Like the sandwich she had been eating, and the coffee she had that morning, and something else uniquely her. Harry thought it was probably his favorite taste in the entire world, and he could never get enough of it. 

“C’mere,” he mumbled into her lips. 

Using his hand on her waist and moving the other one to her upper back, he guided her off of her chair and closer to him. She straddled his lap, standing on her knees and never breaking the kiss. When he pushed her down to rest fully on his lap, she let out a whine and he knew she could feel him hard beneath her core. 

“Feel what y’do to me?”

She didn’t answer except to continue kissing him with more enthusiasm than before. 

They kissed like that for a while, hands roaming over each other’s bodies and tongues exploring each other’s mouths. The trailer once again started to feel hot, but he didn’t mind as long as the heat was coming from her body. And honestly, if she never let him do anything else with her, he would be content knowing that he got to have his moment. That he got to kiss her and know what she tastes like and how she moves her body against his. 

At first, Harry thought she was grinding her hips against his subconsciously. But when he couldn’t help but let out a little groan at a particularly good movement, he felt her smile against his lips. 

“Oh, y’like tha?” he teased. 

She nodded her head again. 

His hands stopped roaming then, finding a home on her hips as he pushed her down and guided her rolling against him. The tension was starting to build in his lower belly, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long if they kept that up. 

But he told her he was going to eat her out, so that’s what he wanted to do.

Carefully, he shifted their bodies, resting her back against the small couch and allowing his own body to hover above her. His lips finally parted from hers, earning a small whine of disappointment. He only chuckled as he reattached his lips to the skin on her neck where he quickly found her pulsepoint and couldn’t help but suck on it just enough for her to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. She was right, her heart was beating quickly. But he figured that was a good thing. 

His mouth traveled down then, over her collarbones and her upper chest, while his hands simultaneously traveled up from her hips. Fingers lightly grazing her skin, he felt goosebumps arise on her belly as he slowly pushed the fabric of her shirt up over her bra. He held her tightly by the ribs as he kissed the tops of her soft breasts, feeling as her breathing increased. 

“Can I take this off?” he asked between kisses, letting his fingers graze against the band of her bra. 

She nodded her head, but that wasn’t enough for Harry. Enough with the nodding, he needed to know she really wanted this as much as he did. 

“Use your words, darling,” he whispered, looking at her. 

“Yes,” she breathed out. 

“That’s a good girl,” he muttered as he used one hand to raise her torso up off the couch and the other to unclasp the bra. The straps fell from her shoulders and he helped her remove it from her body, throwing it to the floor. 

Without wasting any time he got to work giving further attention to her chest. He used his mouth on one side while massaging the other with his hand before switching. When her nipples were hard and pronounced, he couldn’t keep himself from sucking on them a little bit, only to bite lightly and pull back, just to see her reaction.

And her reaction was everything he had hoped it would be. Eyes squeezed tight again, her jaw dropped open but no words or sounds came out. 

“Feels good?” he asked, leaving soft pecks over her tummy now.

“Yes, H.” 

“Good. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promised. 

His kisses traveled lower and lower down her abdomen until his nose was dragging along the waistband of her jeans. Slowly, he let his hands travel back up her body to grab at her boobs, smiling to himself when he got a small reaction out of her. All of her reactions so far had been rather small, nearly silent. But he was determined to hear that sound he had been thinking about earlier while on camera. 

Before he had a chance to ask, she lifted her hips up from the couch. He chuckled a bit. 

“Eager, hm?” 

She pouted softly as she nodded. 

Sitting back on his knees, he worked quickly to undo the button of her jeans and drag them down her legs. He looked back at her. She was biting her lip, fingers interlocked with each other and eyes wide. 

“Is this still ok?” he asked, wary of her demeanor. 

She nodded again, but before he could remind her to use her words, she spoke up. “Just... little nervous?”

“You’ve done this before, yeah?” 

“Yeah but not... not for a long time. I’m not... I wasn’t expecting this so I’m not... ready... down there.” 

It took a minute for her words to click in his mind, but when they did his gaze softened. Crawling back over her, he took her lips to his mouth once again before mumbling against them.

“Don’t care. S’your pussy, s’gonna be beautiful.” 

He gave one more kiss before leaning back and searching her eyes for any other hesitancies. 

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N. We can wait until another time... or never at all. Whatever you want.” 

“But you want to?”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her question.

“Babe, you’ve got no idea how bad I want to.” 

“Then I want to, too.”

One more peck to her lips and he was making his way back down her body. He couldn’t help but leave a trail of wet kisses on her skin in his wake. She was so soft, and beautiful, and gentle. She had always shown him so much care and concern, and he had felt like over the course of this and the other films they had worked on together, he had only taken from her. He took his lunches and his coffees, he took his scheduling, he took any and all advice she would give him. And he never had the chance to give her anything back. But this was his chance. 

Eventually he settled himself between her legs. He left a kiss over her clothed mound and took a deep breath in through his nose before looking up at her again.

“Wanna take these off is that-”

“Yes,” she cut him off with a breathy response. 

When he had her bare, he couldn’t help but take a moment to soak in her beauty. But she soon started squirming, the cold air meeting her wet center and producing goosebumps along her legs and tummy. 

He was so focused on kissing up and down her inner thighs, Harry almost didn’t hear her whine. When it finally registered, he smirked to himself and focused his attention where she really wanted it. He wrapped his left arm around her thigh, fingers careful not to dig into her soft skin too hard. With his other hand he trailed one finger through her folds, from bottom to top, giving just a slight tease. 

Holding it in front of his face, he turned his wrist a few times. 

“Look at tha... and I bet you even...” he put his finger in his mouth, sucking off her wetness. She whined again at the act. “I was right... taste so fucking amazing...” 

“Harry, please,” she whined quietly even though they were alone. 

Somehow he had gotten so caught up on her that he almost forgot she was there, as if that oxymoron was even possible. There was just something about her that turned his brain a little bit upside down, a little bit into a pile of much. But he liked the feeling. 

He acknowledged her request, though, finally giving her body his full attention again. Mouth open and tongue flat, he licked at her, appreciating the sweet taste she left behind. His right hand wrapped around her thigh as well and he used the tips of his fingers to spread her open even further. Eyes closed, he did just what he pictured he was doing about an hour earlier. He lapped at her lips, sucked her clit into his mouth, hummed around it to express that he was enjoying it just as much as he hoped she was. 

From above, Harry could hear Y/N let out a small moan, only to catch herself and swallow it back down. 

“Hey now,” he said, lifting his face from her core. “None of that... wanna hear you. Will you let me hear you?” he turned his need into a request, thrilled when she agreed. 

He got back to work, this time hearing her small gasps and moans. Some of them sounded a bit forced, but he knew he could get her to release her pleasure without holding back. Bringing his fingers back into play, he slipped two into her hole, curling them upward to rub at her g-spot. He could hear her breath catch in her throat, but he wanted more. 

Thrusting in and out, he continued working her over with his hand as he licked at her clit. By this time it was plenty swollen and begging for attention, just how Harry liked it. And that’s when he remembered the conversation that had gotten them to where they are now. 

Without slowing the movements of his fingers, he sucked her clit into his mouth harshly before letting his tongue flick it back and forth within his mouth. The combination of sensations proved to be almost too much for Y/N as she let out an unfiltered moan. It was the most beautiful sound Harry had ever heard. And now that he knew what it sounded like, he needed more. 

With his free hand he pressed down on her lower tummy as he continued to bury his face into her essence. Her thighs started to flex, then her legs kicked a bit as she squirmed - to get closer or further from his mouth he couldn’t really tell, but he knew she was feeling the pleasure he had hoped to be able to give her. 

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asked, taking a break from using his mouth but not ceasing the movement of his hand. 

“Yes, H,” she moaned, the nickname scratching an itch inside his brain that he didn’t know was there. He wanted it to always sound like that coming from her mouth. 

“I want you to cum for me,” he told her before bringing his mouth back down to where it belonged.

It wasn’t long then. He continued his ministrations and she was soon rocking her head from side to side, the pleasure too much. But it was clear she didn’t want him to stop. He knew she was close and he had to get her there. He redoubled his efforts and earned his reward. 

Her heels started to dig into his back and one of her hands flew down to his hair, holding on tight. Finally the tension reached a high, and something popped inside of her leading to her release. He continued working and taking all that she would give him. He helped her through her orgasm as she pulled his hair, the pain grounding him and reminding him that this was real and not a dream like it was starting to feel like. 

He didn’t stop until she was whining, her legs back down to his sides, hand pushing his head instead of pulling. Sitting up, he saw her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Y/N’s eyes were still closed but he could see the blissed out expression on her face. 

When she finally opened her eyes, heart rate and breathing returning back to normal, she had a smile plastered across her face. And Harry couldn’t help but leave a quick kiss on it. 

“Wanna help me practice for my next scene, too?” 

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#yo #writing

[sunnyie-eve]

8 | Tag Along

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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Elton, Corey, Sam, and Colby were going on a trip this week and originally Penelope was going to stay at home alone but the four surprised her saying she gets to go too. Mainly it was because Sam and Colby asked Elton if she could go because since she broke up with Darwin, he keeps going by their place banging on the door before running off.

Corey had no problem with her going since he found her nice to have around. She was the youngest but she always made sure everyone was okay. She basically was a mom to them and she saw her like a little sister. So Elton agreed that she could go with them, but deep down Penelope felt like she was intruding on them.

She really felt like it for the place they were staying at. Elton and Corey shared a bed, and Sam and Colby shared a bed. So Penelope would end up having g to share the bed with Sam and Colby. They didn't care whatsoever even though the bed was just for two people.

At that moment Penelope sat and watched the four act like they were making an action trailer playing around with all the drones flying around. She had herself bundled up and curled up.

"I say that should win an Oscar." She joined them as they finished.

"Why thank you." Corey laughs freezing.

"You guys ready to go to an 80-foot underground sauna pool thinking?" Elton asks so they all say yes.

For the car ride, none of them wanted to get out when they arrived because it was so warm in the car. "Mine you, we only brought one towel." Sam speaks up.

"No, that's my towel and Peeps added hers too." Colby corrects them.

Inside Sam and Elton go to buy themselves towels while the other three wait for them, "Has your ex tried contacting you?" Corey asks Penelope.

"I blocked him on everything but he still tries to stalk my socials. It's whatever. When we get back and he still comes by the apartment we're calling the police on him." She explains to him.

"He never gives up. I had to block him myself." Colby bitches as the two come back so they head out to the sauna.

The only thing Penelope hated was they had to wear life jackets because they made her feel like it was choking her.

"I need my buddy." Colby swims towards Penelope.

"No, leave me alone." She swims away from him and pushes the other guys into his path.

She relaxes by herself for a bit till Elton calls her, "Penny, Colby's dead." He laughs so she looks over to see him face down in the water.

"I'll save him." She plays along and runs him right-side up.

"Now, give him mouth to mouth." He tells her.

"For one, you're not supposed to do that just chest compressions." She points out then tickles Colby making him move.

"I hate you. You know I hate that!" He does it back to her making her squeal.

After some time they get out to dry off and wrap their towels around them while Corey asks about his towel. "It's negative 40 degrees outside and no one and no one told me to get a towel." He looks at them but then gets a towel from a stranger.

Outside a fan notices the guys and they chat for a while before four out of five get in the car cold and hungry. "No of guy guys want to touch the horse?" Elton asks. "I'm gonna go touch the horse. I'm gonna go play with the horse." He closes the driver's side door so Penelope gets out going across Sam.

"Penny!"

"I change my mind!" She rushes after him, "I wanna touch them!" She giggles taking a bit of hay to give to the horse and it eats it as she pets it with Elton.

"You a horse girl?" He asks making her laugh.

"No, but I love animals. Okay, we can go back now." She runs back to the car and he follows. They let Penelope back in the car but not Elton.

They also end up at a bowling alley to eat and after some time two more fans show up because they saw their Snapchat at where they were.

"I say we put a wager on the line here. Whoever does the best gets a bed to themselves tonight. Whoever's the worst sleeping on the floor." Elton says before they play a game.

"I mean deal but I feel like I should get a bed to myself because I sleep with two people already. Hell, maybe the floor will be better." Penelope finds a ball for herself.

In the first round, it came out to Elton, Sam, Penelope, Corey then Colby. Sam and Elton then decide to make a deal for more crap with bed-making. "I get both beds." Elton laughs, "And since I get both... Penelope gets the other bed to herself tonight."

"YES!" She cheers giving him a hug then happy dances.

"Have fun with no cuddles from us." Colby sticks his tongue out at her.

"I will admit it's so much warm in between the two of them but I also have no room so I don't care tonight."

Back at the hotel Elton and Penelope laugh at the three lying between the beds on the floor while they jump bed to bed over them.

"Alright, guys. That's it for today's video. I'm going to enjoy my bed and Penny is going to enjoy her bed tonight. Make sure to check out all of their channels." Elton ends the video.

"Do we seriously have to sleep on the floor?" Corey asks.

"Yes." Elton and Penelope say together.

"Fine." He pouts as she gets them a blanket for them.

"Enjoy y'all cuddles." She sends kisses to them jumping onto her bed.

~

Today everyone was going snowboarding and they all joked about falling on their faces the whole day. Penelope laughs as Colby, Sam, and Corey have trouble getting up off their butts.

"Why are you laughing? Let's see you get up." Sam crosses his arms so she pops up just fine.

"Have you done this before?" Elton asks.

"No, I just have balance." She giggles so Colby shoves her to fall and they both go down. "Asshat." She lays there annoyed.

"Need help now?" Elton chuckles.

"I got it." She groans getting up.

"I'm embarrassed how you're better at this than me." Colby says as they stay by each other.

"Not by much." She giggles, "I say on the big hill I'll be on my hands and knees more."

For the lift up Elton, Corey, and Sam rush to get on one but Colby stays back to sit with Penelope so she isn't alone. "Do you miss having the bed to yourself since we're back to sharing again?"

"No really. That night I kind of missed the extra warmth." She chuckles, "Kat texted me am I keeping Sam warm with my cuddles. She doesn't want him coming back purple and blue."

"Out of everyone, he would turn that color first." Colby agrees, "Do you still feel like a burden on this trip?"

"Not as much anymore but I still have my little moments where I do." She tells him truthfully, "But thank you and Sam for talking Elton and Corey into letting me come. I probably would be scared home alone with Darwin coming by. I'd be screwed if I did live alone and weren't friends with you."

"Luckily you have me and Sam." He nudges her as they join the other three.

They start to go and Penelope was the farthest before falling because Colby bumps into her so they both go down, "Colby." She whines as they both have trouble getting back up.

"I couldn't stop. I'm sorry." He gives up and just sits down.

The more they go down Corey has trouble so they just sit and lay around waiting for him. Penelope tells Sam about Kat texting her making him laugh while Colby listens to them as he keeps his eyes on Corey.

"I'm lucky I don't have a girl version of Darwin."

"Yeah, because girls are worse than guys when it comes to stuff like that. But she knows we are the definition of just friends." Penelope laughs sitting up from lying down.

"Have you ever had a tiny crush on Penelope when we were younger?" Colby looks back at them.

"7th grade for like two months but we hardly talked." Sam laughs, "What about you?" He gives him a look so Colby just rolls his eyes looking away.

After a long day and basically being the last ones in the mountain they head back to the bottom done for the day. Before going inside Elton says he's tired of sharing a bed with Corey so they play a game so he can sleep alone again like last time he won at bowling.

"Well, I'll know the outcome when you guys come in. I'm cold." Penelope heads to the room to get ready for bed.

When the guys came in everyone but Corey was in their underwear, "Elton won." Colby huffs.

"I'm not surprised." She says lying on the bed in her spot as they all get changed for bed too.

"I get this bed all to myself. And you guys get here. And apparently, we didn't specify that I get the bed to myself." Elton shows Corey lying at the foot of the other bed the three shared.

"They're going to let me sleep with them tonight. They're going to let me sleep in their bed tonight. Don't take that the wrong way." Corey laughs.

"How are four of us sharing a full-size bed?" Penelope looks at them.

"We all cuddle." Sam says so Corey leans back in her then the other two cuddle them.

"This is going to be hell." Penelope groans.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Falling Slowly - Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: This is the chapter where the start of my initial thought happens. Literally wanted to write one thing, but Tommy had other plans for me. If you want to know, it’s actually been in the fic moodboard since the beginning, but also check out this moodboard too. 

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“Mornin’ sunshine!” Tommy greets his grumpy brother as he walks into his kitchen, immediately raiding the refrigerator for some food. 

Joel grunts at him, taking another sip of his coffee as he watches his brother move about the room. He hadn’t seen him outside of work for a few weeks, but Joel’s truck needed a minor repair, and he’d needed a ride to work. 

“...and I really think I can close that contract. Mrs. Jones loves me, and I could probably get her to agree to those upgra-”

“You got laid.”

“-upgrades. What? Why would you say that?”

Joel narrows his eyes. “Because you’re extra…chipper…When did you have time to find someone who would let you fuck them?”

“I get around.”

Joel puts down his mug and crosses his arms, watching Tommy flit about the kitchen, resuming his conversation about Mrs. Jones and moving into one about Daisy.

“Aren’t you gonna take that girl on a date yet?” Joel blurts out, cutting Tommy off mid-sentence. 

“Who? Oh, Daisy? Nah, we’re just friends.”

Joel looks at him. “Yeah, friends who keep the condom companies in business.”

Tommy’s eyes snap to his brothers. “I never said we were fuckin-”

“Oh come on Tommy. Your entire body does this..shifty thing when you talk about her. Your eyes light up like she’s all that matters. And now? You have the “I fucked her” look on your face when you talk about her so don’t give me that crap.”

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

“You didn’t tell me. I figured it out. But do me a favor and just ask that girl out already?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. But if it makes you happy, I’ll think about it.”

It’s been several months and our arrangement is going very well. I swear we’ve fucked on every surface of each of our homes, sometimes not even making it past a few steps in the door before we’re on the floor or up against a wall. When I asked him if he would attend a work party with me, he enthusiastically agreed, pushing me in the bathroom and bending me over the bathroom sink as I watched his face while he fucked me, those curls I love falling onto his forehead, some of them sticking to the sweat beading across his gorgeous skin. So things were going great. There was just one problem, a small one really.

I love him.

I’ll never tell him. I don’t want to risk losing him in any capacity, and if I’m being totally honest with myself, it would be really hard to go back to being just normal friends. I can’t get enough of him, his smile, his laugh, the jokes he cracks when we’re hanging out or when he’s buried deep inside of me, the touch of his skin on mine, the way his curls sometimes fall onto his face. He’s ruined me for other men and I’m totally ok with that.

But sometimes it makes me want to scream “What are you doing, Daisy?”

I do take solace in the fact that he hasn’t found someone either, whether from choice or not I don’t know. And that’s not something I want to ask myself. Not yet.

Shaking my head, I pull into the site lot where the project he’s working on is, walking up to the trailer and knocking, lunch bag in my hand. 

“Come in.”

I open the door and he glances up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me.

“Hey Daisy! I wasn’t expectin’ you.”

I hold up the bag from his favorite place. “I knew you’d be working late tonight and miss burger night so,” I shake the bag, walking up to his desk and placing it down on an unoccupied spot. 

Tommy looks at me, his eyes soft when they meet mine. What is that look? Love? Nah, I’m probably projecting.

“Thank you, Daisy. That was really sweet. I didn’t expect this.”

“I brought something else.”

“Oh?” 

I walk around the desk and Tommy pushes his chair back, turning it towards me as he looks up expectantly. When I drop to my knees between his legs, his eyes grow dark.

I spend the next several minutes pulling as many sounds as I can from this man, wiping my mouth when I stand.

“Hope you enjoy lunch.”

“Is it ok if I invite Daisy to Sarah’s birthday party?”

Joel looks over at his brother from his side of the truck. “I don’t think so.”

Tommy furrows his brow. “Why? She’s been around a few times. Her and Sarah get along. "

“You take her on a proper date yet?”

“Who are you? Mom?”

Joel shakes his head. “I don’t want you bringing strange women around my daughter.”

“She’s not a strange woman. She’s my friend.”

“Any woman you’re fuckin’ but refuse to have an actual conversation with to define your relationship is being disrespected by you. And I’m not letting you set the example to my daughter that that’s ok to be treated that way.”

Tommy’s mouth falls open. “Hey, fuck you man. We are definied. Friends with benefits.”

Joel gives his brother a look. “You know there’s more to it than that. Any idiot can see it. Except you two, apparently.”

I had to go a couple of time zones away for work, hating the time I have to spend away from Tommy. Maybe it's a good thing? We are nearly always together and we aren't even together. Officially. 

The jet lag hits me hard when I get back and swear all I've done the last 2 days is sleep. On the third day, I manage to force myself from bed to take a shower and start to unpack. I have a bad habit of waiting to do that, usually from being sad the trip was over. This time, I was happy to be back so I could see Tommy, and while he did pick me up from the airport and bring me back home, he ended up leaving, demanding I get sleep and feel better. He'd dropped by a few times and brought me food, but he ended up leaving, saying he could see I was trying to stay awake when he was around and he just wanted me to rest.

I grab my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom, pulling things out of the bag and putting them away. I have a small basket under the sink where I keep my travel items. I open the door and grab it out, putting everything away. When I go to put it back, something is blocking the basket, annoying the shit out of me. I bend down to see what could possibly be blocking me from just putting my crap away. A small box of tampons had fallen from the top of the drawer set I have down there to organize other things. Rolling my eyes, I grab the box of tampons and angrily shove them where they go, pushing the basket into it’s proper spot. I close the door and stand up, stretching. Heading back into my closet, I dump the clothes from my suitcase into my laundry hamper. Even if I didn’t wear them, I’m still washing them. Shoving the suitcase in it’s storage place at the back of the closet, I close the door and sigh, glad that that was finally over.

I head to my kitchen and make a little lunch. Nothing major as I still haven’t regulated back from my trip. I’m about 7 spoonfuls into my vegetable soup when I realize something, like a puzzle piece I’d been staring at for hours that finally jumps out to slide into it’s place.

The tampons.

I shove myself back from the table and walk with purpose to my bathroom, yanking open the cabinet door and feeling around for the box of tampons. I grab it and pull it out, peering inside. Only a couple were missing, as I’d just needed a couple near the end of my last period. Which was…when exactly? 

I grab my phone off it’s charger and flip to my calendar, counting back days and realize…I’m late. I’m never late. I can set my watch to my period it’s always so precise. But…I’m not even feeling sick? Aren’t you supposed to feel nauseous?

I know it’s just jet lag, but I should grab a test to officially rule it out. Just to calm my now racing mind. I mean, Tommy and I doubled up, he with condoms and me with birth control. These things are supposed to prevent this kind of….problem.

I pull on some sneakers, not even bothering to change out of the athleisure outfit I had on, and go to the closest store that would sell what I need with the least chance of me running into someone I know. I stand in the isle, staring down what feels like a hundred rows of tests, all advertising the same thing in different ways. In the end, I decide to buy 2 in case I fuck one up. I go with something called a “pink dye test” and another that just reads it out to you in plain English. 

By the time I’m done reading the directions, my hands are shaking so bad. I don’t know why, as there’s no way I’m pregnant. The directions say it’s best to test first thing in the morning with your first pee of the day, but there’s no way I’m waiting for that. Somehow I manage to not pee all over the place, setting the sticks upside down in the wrappers and turning on the timer for 3 minutes. The longest 3 minutes of my life. I take the time to putter around my bathroom, absentmindedly cleaning off random things until the timer goes off. Ok, so when these say negative, I’ll give myself a few days to not be exhausted and, if I still am, I’ll make an appointment with my doctor. No big deal. Just ruling this out. I grab the one that just reads it to you, thinking this would be easier than trying to figure out of I was seeing 2 lines or 1. I take a deep breath and exhale, flipping the test over, my eyes focusing on the tiny box that would read out my fate.

PREGNANT

I laugh. I actually laugh out loud. And not quietly, more like a full body laugh, my head tipping back with the force of it. Which is probably not the most mature response, but this test is faulty. I would get the one faulty test in their lineup. I mean, it even says it’s not 100% on the box. I reach for the pink dye test, flipping it over, feeling the smile that was on my face start to falter as I look down.

||

Two lines. That…wait that can’t be right. I snatch the directions off the counter, eyes scanning for the part about reading the results. It says 2 lines means pregnant. It says some other things but I suddenly can’t focus, my eyes snapping back to the 2 little tests on the counter, 2 little sticks that are changing the entire course of my life. Assuming I want it. Do I want it? I don’t not want it. What am I saying? Do I really want to have a kid? Now? If I was going to have a kid with anyone, I’d want it to be Tommy. Fuck, what the hell am I going to tell Tommy?

He texts me a couple hours later to check on me and I tell him I’m feeling better but still tired and need a couple more days. He doesn’t question this and why should he? He says he’ll see me Friday, our weekly Netflix and chill night and I can’t say no. If I do, he’ll suspect something.

“She’s alive!”

Tommy smiles at me, that ear to ear grin that I find so damned endearing as he pulls me in for a tight hug, kissing the side of my head. 

“I missed you, Daisy. You feelin’ better?”

“Eh. I’m not sure.”

“Still?” He crooks his finger and tilts my jaw up, his eyes roaming over my face and I almost crack then.

“Your eyes do look…odd. You need to go to the hospital or somethin’? I can drive-”

“No. No, I’ll be ok.”

He doesn’t look convinced as I pull myself from his grip, every inch of me begging to be closer. We get the food set up and I manage to eat some, nerves killing my appetite. We settle onto the couch and he pulls me up next to him, resting his head on mine. As much as I don’t want to move, I have to tell him. It’s eating me alive and I can’t…I need him on this. I need to talk to him, my best friend.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Mmm?”

“I need to tell you something.”

He lifts his head and pauses the movie, turning his head to give me his full attention. My eyes meet his, soft and warm, and I almost choke. It’s killing me to break this happy buzz he has going on. 

“I…I don’t really know how to tell you this-”

“You found someone else?” He chuckles, but it’s nervous, like he isn’t quite sure, his eyes bouncing between mine.

“What? No, never.”

“Phew! Well then, darlin’, anythin’ else you have to say can’t be bad.”

“It’s big.”

“So am I.” He waggles his eyebrows and I punch his arm.

“I’m trying to be serious, Tommy.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” He pretends to lock his lips and hand me the key, his big eyes settling on mine.

I take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I’m p-pregnant.”

Tommy laughs, his body shaking with it, his head tilting back with it, very similar to my initial response and I can’t help the soft smile that appears on my face for a second or two at this parallel.

“Ok, ok, Daisy. Pregnancy isn’t something to joke about.”

“You’re right. It isn’t.”

His laughter starts to fade, his eyes still meeting mine as I will him to finally realize what I’m saying. The moment it does, I can see it - the smile dropping, his eyes growing wide, and he starts nervously stammering.

“I-I…uh wh-what…uh…when….why-”

“I’ve been feeling exhausted since my trip, realized I hadn’t had my period, took a few tests to rule it out, and…” I gesture to my stomach. His eyes flick down to where I gestured, somehow growing wider, as if he could already see a belly. Which is crazy because I’m too early. Right?

I need to read a book.

“P-pregnant? But that makes no sense! I suited up and you - you said you were on birth control.”

“I am. Well, was. When I found out I was pregnant, I stopped taking the pill. And no, I never missed a dose. Always took it on time.”

“Then h-how?”

“Sometimes these things just…fail. I guess. I mean, it does say like 99% effective.”

His breathing has picked up, his chest starting to heave with the weight of it all. He starts glancing around the room, looking for any indication that I was joking. When he finds none, he stands abruptly.

“I-I can’t be here. I gotta..I gotta go.”

“Tommy-”

But he doesn’t stop, tripping over his feet and yanking open the door after fiddling with the lock, slamming it behind him as he all but runs towards where he must have parked his truck.

I don’t know what I expected. I guess maybe more…anger? That wasn’t like him. Talking? Maybe. Nervous support at least? Something. But Tommy storming out like I’ve told him he has 5 seconds before I'm dunking him in a tank full of piranhas? I didn’t expect that. The man was in Desert Storm - I thought he couldn’t get freaked out. When he gets back, I’ll have to ask him about that.

He will come back, right?

>>Chapter 4>>

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[cardinal-copia-popia]

if you are taking fic requests could I request something where the reader is Terzo's lover and she gets pregnant but hides it from him.

Here you go, anon! I hope this is to your liking!

Also here on AO3

Under the cut for length

We Do This Together

You stared out across the field that sloped toward the lake, doing your best to appreciate the beauty of the scene before you despite the turmoil that rolled inside you. It was sunset, and the sky along the horizon looked to be on fire, the light reflecting off the lake like a mirror. You could not look directly at it without being blinded.

Kind of like your current predicament. If you focused on it too much, you would begin to feel overwhelmed. But, soon enough, you would have to face the reality of the situation. You were going to have to face him.

It surprised you just how much you actually wanted this. That was not the problem. It was Terzo's reaction that worried you. A month ago, you found out you were pregnant. Your lover, Terzo Emeritus, was the father. There was no denying that. The only problem was you knew beyond a doubt that Terzo did not want children. He often commented that he did not want to be a father because he did not want to risk being like Nihil. You had your doubts on that front. You had known Terzo long enough, and he could never act like Nihil in the stories you heard of him.

But there would be no way you could convince Terzo of that. And now, after a month of hiding the truth from him, well… soon, you would not be able to hide it anymore. He would find out whether you told him or not.

You had hoped this secluded spot would save you from anyone finding you, but luck was not on your side that evening. As the sun sank below the horizon, the voice that used to — still does — fill your stomach with butterflies and make you smile regardless of your mood graced your ears.

"Cara mia? There you are! I have been—" Terzo broke off as he sat beside you. You had been unable to look away quickly enough. "You are crying. What's happened?" he demanded. "Has someone done something? Do I need to—"

"Terzo, please," you said, cutting him off. "No one has done anything. Well, except maybe us."

He shook his head. "What do you mean?"

You had to take a deep breath, prepare yourself for what you were about to do. You just hoped you could do it without breaking down. 

"I don't think I can do this anymore," you managed to murmur.

There was a pause. "What?"

You closed your eyes, wishing this could just be over with. "I can't do this anymore, Terzo. Us. I can't—"

Terzo moved, and the next thing you knew, he was kneeling before you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. 

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked the question so quietly, with such trepidation, that you nearly broke down and threw your arms around him, a thousand apologies ready on your lips. "Please, amore mio, whatever it is, I will make it right. I promise."

"Terzo, it's…" You had to close your eyes again, unable to look at him. "I'm pregnant," you whispered.

Now, there was a long pause, long enough that you nearly got up to run away.

"Pregnant?" he finally repeated.

"Yes."

"You mean, you're… and that means I'm… Oh, cara mia, this is wonderful!"

Your eyes snapped open. It must have been the look on your face, for the smile on Terzo's slowly fell as he gazed up at you.

"Isn't it?" he asked in that same small voice from before.

"You don't want this," was all you could say.

Terzo frowned. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

You could hold back your tears no longer. "You did! You're always talking about how you could never be a father because you're scared you'll end up like Nihil. Which I don't agree with, but you've always been so adamant about it. I've known I was pregnant for a month, but I've been so scared to tell you because I want this. With you. But I didn't think I could stand hearing you say you didn't."

Terzo took your face in his hands and leaned up to kiss you gently. The sweetness of it made your tears worsen. 

"Oh, cara mia…" he whispered and kissed away the tears on your cheeks. "I am sorry I made you think I did not want this. But I do. With you, I do."

"You're sure?"

He smiled warmly. "Of course I am." He then chuckled. "I will not lie; the thought of becoming a father terrifies me, but I love you, and I want a family with you." He dropped a hand to your abdomen. "To think we created a life... I am sorry I caused you so much worry and stress."

You covered his hand still on your cheek. "I should have told you regardless. I'm sorry for keeping this from you."

"You have nothing to apologize for. I promise. But from here on out, we do this together, sì?"

"Yes. Together." You managed a small smile. "And Terzo? I love you, too."

He grinned in response and dove forward to kiss you again, much more soundly this time with a promise that everything was going to be okay.

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[mercymaker]

hi so i'm a bit behind on the mal lore why do her and astarion break up? and who's baby is thoriel?

Hey! No worries, Mal's lore only makes sense in my head at the moment, especially the whole post-game stuff!

But what happens is that Maleane spends decades traveling the world with Astarion, both of them sort of getting to finally live and experience everything that they couldn't before. However, at some point she starts getting tired of being on the road all the time, not having any sense of home, and she starts longing for that. Sense of home. She has no family, no community, so the closest thing to the concept of home is her little cabin in the middle of the woods.

Astarion, on the other hand, has no interest in settling, especially in some forest, away from civilization. Naturally, tensions grow and they start bickering over their future plans. Astarion's grown quite dependent on her magic for traveling and protecting him from the sun, so he sort of reluctantly agrees to return 'home' with her, thinking that it's going to be a short term thing and she will eventually realize that it's boring as shit to just sit in some log house in the middle of nowhere.

Unfortunately, Mal's problem is much deeper than simply longing to return to a physical place. It's tied to the realization that she doesn't really belong anywhere. No family, no community, no connections, not even a place or a setting with familiar faces. And that stuff eats her from the inside. This sort of marrow-deep sadness and longing that Maleane can't place a finger on, and when you can't identify the problem, you can't really deal with it, right? Especially when it's a problem that doesn't have much of a solution.

The sadness that doesn't leave soon turns into frustration, especially with Astarion constantly nudging her to go back on the road. He uses her promise to help him look for a cure to his sunlight sensitivity as a leverage, but that absolutely backfires and one night they have a massive fight over everything where Astarion, frustrated with what he sees as a childish pursuit of 'home', tells her that she's chasing something that does not exist. Of course, he doesn't do that in the nicest way, absolutely bringing up the fact that both of her parents are gone and that no one's waiting for her. He's the only person that she's got.

Mal, hurt by his words, in the heat of the moment when emotions are high, decides to bite back and says something that she knows would hurt him. Even if it's a lie. She brings up his own 'childish pursuit' of being able to walk in the sun and tells him that if only she'd known how annoying he would be about it, she would've allowed him to ascend. Of course, saying that is a double whammy because not only does it undermine one of the defining moments of his life, it also implies that he had no say in it and that she made the choice for him, stripping him of agency.

That lowkey turns his anger and frustration into murderous intent and the only solution he sees in that moment is to leave. He's done with her.

For a brief moment, Maleane is pretty satisfied with the fact that she found a way to hurt him back. And yet with days passing, the lie eats at her. But he's going to return, right? He still loves her, right? He'll get over it and they'll talk about it and she'll explain how it was a lie and apologize, right?

Not really. Astarion doesn't return and years pass with Mal's depression just growing deeper and deeper as she's living alone in the woods, just like all those years before the tadpole. The heartbreak, as well as such a deep-set loneliness, leaves her feeling hollow. So, during one of those desperate nights, Maleane has a bit of an epiphany, and it clicks why her mother never allowed her to leave. Because if Mal had left, Ashe would've been all alone. Just like Mal is now.

So, Maleane realizes that in order to not be alone anymore AND return to the closest thing she knows as 'home', the drow decides to just get a baby. Her own lil kid that she can raise and cherish and all that. It makes sense in her depressed lil skull.

Mal ventures to the closest town, finds a tavern, drinks a little, until a pretty silver elf catches her eye (listen, she's still very much not over Astarion) and one thing leads to another. And hey! The bun's in the oven, lmao.

Maleane is Thoriel's mother. Her biological father is just some random pretty one-night stand. That, of course, doesn't mean she ends up with zero daddies, but that's for the future dfsfsdf

#asks #anonymous #the bg3 adventures #oc: maleane #oc: thoriel #maleane/astarion #hi i'm mel and welcome to my ted talk where i wont shut up about my ocs for 974 minutes straight #maleane is just my special girlie alright #long post cw

[mrsmiagreer]

SUMMIT THOUGHTS IN ORDER BY SCENE!!

“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” UGHHHH

“What do you think babe? How’s my hair?” EVEN MORE UGHHHHH😩😩😩

Yes Milo I AM laughing 😂

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Vincent cut himself off, i wanna know what he wants to say :’(

“She sounded— nevermind”

HE GOT US A CROWN HES SO SWEET

wouldnt it be cool if this was like… the way of Royal Vampiric Engagement?

Vincent sounds so cute when he’s nervous 🥺

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Sam’s loud ass truck rolling up lmao

ICECREAM!!!!

I just know Sam slicked his hair back into the tightest ponytail. His formal look HAS to be super cute

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Porterrrrr!!

“Your human” LMAO

The thoughts about seating were actually really sweet

Porter now wtf are you talking about?

Vincent’s irritation is so warranted right now 💀

He’s up to something fs

“Bye now—” AND HES JUST GONE??!!

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“Hey Bud!” Awe Ash we love you

Vincent sounds like he memorized this shit😂

Eccentric he says🤨

“Blink twice if you need a way out buddy” WE LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW ASH

“What😟😃” VINCENT LMAOO

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Bennet you meanies >:(

Alexander and Christopher count your fucking days

A bit formal?? This is a SUMMIT?!

Take a breath BOY?!

Stfu both of yous

“Where’s Alexis?” Anything to get YOU out of my face 😒

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HERE WE GO

“SAMS LATEST CONQUEST” ouuuu bitch—

she’s so snarky and condescending everything she says means something underneath but she sounds so sweet its annoying

Honestly if i was tank i would think about her words all night and for a few more days after that she dug deep fr and was actually making sense

Yeah okay darlin’ calm it down, don’t wanna get my head snapped off in front of 3810 year old vamps🤨

“Pettiness isn’t childish at all” 😒

You turned him because you wanted him but we don’t all get what we want huh?

“I FIXED HIM” GIRL LMFAOOOO

“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” first of all, i’m so glad the feeling is mutual and secondly, this is my new favorite quote. I might not like Alexis but she ate with that one

PORTER TO THE RESCUE! but why?

“Oh darling as if i have a gag reflex” UGHHH😩

Sam to the rescue??

“What the fuck did she say??” “Where is she??”

I love the fact that it when tank ran away you can hear their footsteps. Since my Darlin’ is a girl, it sounds like she wore Combat Boots to the summit😭

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Random message for David?

The music in the back is fucking hilarious

Quinn is coming back?? Yall knew it

William a bad person?? He’s a little shady but i think he has good intent honestly

Why does he lowkey sound like Christian’s VA?

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“Don’t EVER speak to them again. Do you hear me???” Samuel don’t get me started🫦

“But playing is what I do best🥰🤭” she kinda ate with that one too

The fact that he even had to say anything along the lines of “if you care about me even a little you would do this for me” like If i was Tank i would cry because she agreed so fast😭 Like i know yall had something but like damn she still loves you?

Loser ass response 😒

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MILO’s BACK

Awee Asher stumbling over his words

Why is Porter in everyone’s business 😭

Milo’s protective tone when he talks to Porter is tickling my insides🤭🤭

Closeknit??! Awe here we go😟

Porter is so suspicious right now…

“Hold the fuck up” MILOOOO😩😩😩😩😍😍😍😍

“Wait what’d you do that night?—” THEY DIDN’T TELL ASHER IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND MORE LMAO

Asher still being scared of making big decisions🥺

“Babe…” 😫😫🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Tank being worried that Alexis threatened him is so real

“She was exactly who she appeared to be, i was the one trying to pretend i didn’t have a problem with that” REALLLLLLL

I don’t give a damn about her beat up heart

“I don’t want you to think that i felt like you needed saving” Honestly i appreciate this line because i hate the way it feels for someone to step in for you

“Maybe I wanted a chance of my own to tell the bitch to shove it if i’m being honest” 🤷🏽‍♀️😅🥳

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knock knock

oouuuuu Asher’s telling David

Asher sounds in trouble 😭 David sounds like somebody daddy fr fr

the eye contact 😭😭

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Ain’t this Loveboldly? All i hear is Crux😂

Funding?! ALL OF THIS FOR SOME MONEY

“Lower. Your. Voice. ” 💀💀

Alexander is so mean to his prince😭

“You’re showing your age Christopher. Or lack thereof” Damn he snapped him up

NOISE?!

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“We’re about to have a fight. Be convincing” Uhh okay???

What the fuck is going awnnnn?!

Getting Vincent riled up for god knows what in insane💀

Glad he didn’t bring Treasure 😭

SAM TO THE RESCUE… ish?

“Consider yourself crossed”😲😲😲😲

“He’s dead” 🤨🤨😟😟 ALEXIS WHAT??? HOW’D SHE KNOW?!

#now i must hear your opinions on who did it and why #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted monarchal summit #mia makes a statement

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.

art by @Cyberdoods

Chapter 5 - Mutatis Mutandis

1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Centre, Westchester County, New York. He's never been on the property, but Peter knew where it was.

It's safer than their home.

He wouldn't be surprised if Professor X already knew they were coming.

Although Peter would've preferred grabbing what they needed and swinging to the mansion, it wasn't safe for MJ. He needed to protect her. He couldn't carry her and everything else at once. They agreed to use her car.

They also added car sickness to Miguel's lengthy list of medical inconveniences. The tablets MJ gave to keep him from throwing up had knocked the guy out completely.

"Don't blame yourself," MJ tried, but it didn't change the turmoil boiling inside of Peter. "What could you have done? Realistically?"

"More than what I did."

"You wouldn't kill someone, even if it's Manic Mike. He knew that."

Quite the nickname for the possessed vampire.

Peter should've tried, though. He could've done more. If he had killed Morbius, then Klyntarus wouldn't have a body.

In that scenario, however, since taking Miguel failed, he would've naturally gone for Peter. He would've deprived MJ of a co-parent and his child of their father. He didn't even know their name and almost lost the chance to see them.

All this happened because Peter didn't listen and wouldn't burn that sadistic bastard when he had the chance.

People were dying. Innocent civilians, his friends, and even his enemies were suffering.

"He said something down there. Klyntarus."

"What?" MJ inquired, worried.

Peter glanced at the rearview mirror. He felt a weight grow in his chest, recalling those harsh words, adding it to what he already knew.

It kept getting worse.

"Eugenics. He bred Miguel to be a compatible body."

"Fucking hell," MJ cringed, covering her eyes with disgust.

"I presume that's where the medical problems come from and why he was in a basement for so long. Thinking about it more, it was probably an underground lab."

"He's not going to stop, is he? Until he gets what he wants."

"Which is either asleep in our backseat or is in our trunk. Either way, it's bad."

"We're not letting him get either. That ugly bowling ball or Miguel. He's our friend. We don't leave people behind."

"No, we don't."

Peter looked at the rearview mirror again, taking a brief moment to analyse his passenger. It was difficult not to.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't sense Miguel but detected that feral version of him. It didn't make sense. How was he invisible but also not?

Even now, Peter couldn't detect he was there, even though Peter could see him. It was baffling.

MJ chuckled, but he didn't know why.

"What's funny? I got something on my face again?"

"You like each other."

"Of course, I like Miguel. And if he didn't like me, we wouldn't be buddies!"

"He's pretty, and you know it."

What did she mean by that?

Peter had to look again to see what she was talking about.

Miguel had cheekbones that could cut glass, eyes that smouldered like a raging fireplace and an impeccable body, but he didn't understand what she meant.

He's a nice-looking guy, but something about how she said it was so weird. Was it his voice? How those growls rumbled deep from his chest like oncoming thunder and the Spanish becoming little flashes of lightning?

The guy could read the menu from Taco Bell and make it alluring.

"Do you fancy him?" Peter inquired, confused but curious. "I can't tell you who not to like, of course. It's just... he's not from this universe. He'll have to go eventually."

Why did that fact feel sad? He should be happy that Miguel could go home.

Home. Where he was alone.

Wasn't being made by that abomination terrible enough? Nobody should endure such solitude. At least Peter had MJ; that's better than nothing at all.

Those scars, the ones that were far too clinical to be mere battle wounds. They originated from him, too, didn't they? More games by the evil sludge.

To know that you were bred solely to be the vehicle of a monstrous parasite must be horrifying. That parasite then killed your family, even your daughter, and won't stop tormenting you.

It honestly felt like Peter was continuing that torture. Thanks to him, his friend's abuser was still out there, wreaking havoc on other lives.

Why can't Peter do what's necessary? He felt so weak and helpless.

"No, Peter, I don't," MJ answered, though his confusion wasn't satisfied. "Be open is all I want to say. You've got a lot you want to talk about."

"I'm getting tired of talking."

"I know, babes. We'll figure something out."

She didn't sound so confident this time.

And Peter did want to talk, as much as it annoyed him. He wanted to hear it from Miguel, to understand his friend more and try to keep him from risking himself so much. While he didn't value his life, Peter did.

Was there anything for him to live for besides revenge? It didn't seem so.

When Uncle Ben died, Peter didn't rise as a hero without hiccups. He went after the man that took his father figure's life, and was responsible for his death, even if indirectly. It wouldn't be the first time he was tempted to break the rule of no killing.

So, so many times, Peter had wanted to end the problem. He was so scared of becoming like them, though, a villain that only hurt others.

Without Miles, Peter wasn't sure he would've kept going.

Could he do the same for Miguel? Try and start him on a journey of finding value in himself. It's unlikely, but he had to try. What Spiderman would he be if he didn't try?

Even if all of his trying appeared to end in catastrophic failure.

The mansion was magnificent and a little pretentious.

As it tended to explode once a year, Peter's very unconfident that it would last long. However, if MJ could rest easy, it could work.

And having superpowered people around your pregnant best friend made him feel a little better.

Peter felt like an idiot and knew seeing Logan after losing Matt and Luke would hurt. He couldn't imagine how he was feeling.

It would be fair to blame him, too.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," MJ said, but it didn't change how he felt inside.

"Yeah, Logan will do that for me."

"He might not."

"You know how close he was with Cage. I know he'll start a fight with Miguel, too. I'm secretly interested to see how that'd play out."

"I'd pay for tickets to see that. There's a two-foot height difference, too. It's like a chihuahua biting at a Great Dane."

"Chihuahua is the most accurate descriptor for Logan. For Miguel? I'd go more for Rottweiler. Capable of doing damage but a big softie inside."

"I know there's a Mexican version of a pit bull, but I forgot what it's called. Oh, Logan's Canadian; is there a tiny Canadian dog?"

"There is no dog more suitable for Logan than a Chihuahua. Only a Chihuahua with adamantium bones and lightsabres for knuckledusters."

That created a hilarious image in Peter's head.

He pulled the car into a visitors' parking space - heh, Parker the parker, that's funny.

MJ got out first, stretching her legs. Having a literal human growing inside of you must be so freaky.

After Peter got out, he went to the back, knocking on the roof.

An annoyed reddish brown eye peeked at Peter. He didn't know why he was so fixated on the colour or why Miguel's eye being only half open excited him.

She's not wrong. He's got a pretty face.

Rationally, Peter knew it was to protect his eyes from the sunlight. Sadly, those brilliant red eyes disappeared behind sunglasses.

"Wake up, big guy. We're here."

"I don't like cars."

MJ chuckled as she got the evil orb from their trunk.

"I know, pal."

"You've got leather seats."

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Miguel lifted his arm, showing a rash. "You're allergic to leather? Seriously?"

"That's not even the dumbest one."

"I'm almost scared to ask."

"Dermographia."

"No idea what that means."

"When most people touch me with their bare skin, I get a reaction - you can write on my skin."

"Cool and depressing. I'm glad I don't trigger that, bud."

"You don't trigger a lot of things for some reason."

He didn't know why he was pleased to hear that. Perhaps it's because Peter keeps fucking things up? That's probably why.

Peter took several steps back for the taller man to get out of the car, cracking his neck.

Seeing how in shape Miguel was made Peter feel terrible about his flabby body. If he worked out, he could look like that. What example would he be to his child if he was overweight?

How can Peter date somebody if his tummy passes the door before him?

He looks terrible, too. It's horrible that MJ had to deal with him for so long. Why did she even take him back? She's heavily pregnant and incredible.

"Mi primera universidad parece pretenciosa."

"I think I recognise university in that sentence - hey, I'm learning!"

"It looks like one of those creepy castles full of spooky shit."

"I can see it, actually," Peter agreed, pushing the gates open.

He didn't even realise there was a lock until it clattered on the pavement.

MJ sighed, picking it up. It wasn't rotten and rusted, thankfully.

She sneezed. Like always, it was loud, like a car horn. It always made Peter giggle, no matter the situation.

"Salud," Miguel stated. It's possibly the Spanish form of "bless you". "I'm only reminding you now that I was completely against this."

"It won't be that bad," MJ said, a little too optimistic. "Logan's nice!"

"There are undeniable laws in the multiverse. Lobezno siempre es una zorrita enfadada."

"You just insulted Logan, didn't you?"

"You are learning. There's hope for us yet."

Although Peter should feel insulted, it felt more playful than aggressive.

Slowly but surely, Peter is infecting this man with a sense of humour.

Several people stared at them as though they were out of place. He could feel them judging him, which was weird. There was a literal kid that looked like a bipedal ocelot, but somehow a pregnant redhead, overweight guy and giant Latino were odd.

Sure, because they're the weird ones.

He saw Storm and Cyclops outside of the main building, the obnoxious mansion.

Honestly, it's begging to get blown up.

Although Cyclops' eyes were obscured by his visor, Peter could feel the hostility radiating off the man. It was directed solely at Miguel, and Peter wouldn't allow that.

"Been a while," Peter said, trying to keep things peaceful. "We've got a lot to talk about. Is Xavier in?"

Of course, he was. Where else would he be? Smooching Magneto?

"A lot," Storm concurred, shaking her head. "Logan's not doing well. I don't think it was a good idea for you to come here now."

"Oh, right - I'll just call your receptionist. Stacy's lovely. I heard she's back from her honeymoon. She can schedule a visit after the universe has been eaten by evil snot," Peter huffed, annoyed. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Son tan útiles como un cactus en una tormenta de nieve. No malgastes tu aliento."

"You want to repeat that, hotshot?" Cyclops sneered, understanding Spanish.

Peter was a little jealous.

Sensing a rising tension, Peter put himself between Cyclops and Miguel, but the taller man only needed to lean over him.

"Eres un pony de un solo truco. Estaré encantado de enseñarte a hacerte el muerto."

"Big talk from an invader!"

"Muérdeme, colonizador."

"That's enough, both of you," came the deep English voice of Professor X, even balder than before. How was that possible? "There's been enough deaths these past few days. We don't need bloodshed on these grounds."

"No puedo prometer nada."

"You can and you will," Storm added.

Great, all of them can understand Spanish but him and MJ.

Miguel growled, irritated by the man's presence. Interestingly, Professor X realised something he wouldn't share. How rude.

With a wave, Xavier requested that they all follow him.

Of course, Cyclops had to sneer at Miguel, who only grinned back, showing his fangs.

The halls were fancy and a little over the top. It's dramatic for a barely legal school.

There were kids of all ages, from tweens to young adults.

A small quad of girls with a single boy was eating Taco Bell. It wasn't Peter's favourite, but it got him through some tough nights before meeting Miles.

Miguel made a slight growl, disgusted by it.

"What's the matter now, tough guy?" MJ questioned, slightly confused.

"Taco Bell isn't real Mexican food."

"And bacon sure ain't kosher, but it's so good," Peter shrugged, though he vaguely understood the point.

"Kosher is a beverage in my universe."

MJ passed the metal ball to Peter, shaking her hands off the evil device. He didn't blame her for not wanting to touch it.

"If Aunt May were alive, she'd be thrilled to hear that," he chuckled, thinking back to her.

Peter wasn't overly religious but was raised in a Jewish house. The traditions meant a lot to his aunt, uncle and father; it was important to them, and it felt like he got to be with them during Hanukkah and the other Jewish holidays.

It's sad knowing his child won't be able to meet them. They were great people. And unlike his egg donor, the baby will have a great mother.

Was that woman even alive? He wasn't sure, nor did he care. It wasn't like she ever cared about him, so why would he waste any precious time on her?

Mary was an awful person. How she got close enough to anybody, let alone his father, to make a child? He'll never know.

Hopefully, she was sad and alone, unable to harm other people.

As if detecting their leaders' seriousness, Rogue, Beast, and Logan quickly joined them. While Peter wanted to say something to his pal, he struggled to find the words.

How could he apologise for Luke and Matt's death?

It felt strange how they were too close, almost escorting them.

Professor X wheeled into a secure part of the building. It was like a freaky laboratory, and Peter didn't like being in there.

He didn't want Miguel in there, either. He'd spent too long in labs.

"There's a lot to discuss," Professor X said, facing them. "Storm, please take Miss Watson and get her comfortable. I'm sure she's tired."

"If anything happens to my boys, I'll find you," MJ promised, letting Storm place a hand on her back.

Peter didn't like the lab. It was too clean, too sterile. It had gadgets, gizmos and goobers everywhere.

He believed her, too. Even though she was pregnant, she was the last person to mess with.

"I take it you guys already know about the new villain," Peter said, hoping they'll help.

Miguel didn't feel the same way.

"The thing killed Matt and Cage!" Logan roared, tossing a metal table into a wall. "The fucking monster has been slaughtering people left and right, and we can barely keep up with it!"

"Cerebro detected him when he arrived. He's far worse than a mere "villain", and you know that," Professor X said sorrowfully. "I presume your compatriot is of the same origin?"

"Half right," Miguel stated. "He took over my universe some time ago. I made him run and have been tracking him for nearly three years. I got close to killing him this time."

Until Peter fucked it up.

"That's my fault," Peter said, a weight growing in his heart. "Miguel told me to burn what was left of him, but I didn't listen, and he recovered. So far, all we've been able to do is take this from him," Peter continued, placing the metal ball on a non-destroyed table.

"Without a compatible body, that is how he survives. He feeds off universes by destabilising them. He's so parasitic that he rots everything he interacts with, so he's not hard to follow," Miguel added, sounding angry. "He calls himself Klyntarus. Son of a bitch is so obsessed with his "species' superiority" that he named himself after his home world."

"Can't be that superior if the dang sludge needs some ping-pong ball to stay alive," Rogue commented, which was a fair observation.

"That's great, but how do we catch the fucker?" Cyclops asked, glaring at Miguel. "Sure, we can destroy this ball, but that won't stop him from taking bodies."

"If I repair this - we use it to travel between universes - I can call for backup. We've got technology designed to handle anomalies like him," Miguel stated, showing off his funky watch. "It'll be a pain, but I can make another - albeit smaller and weaker - Venom Burst bomb to harm him. It'll be easier to contain and eliminate him after that."

"How hard could that be? You're making a bomb. You already made a dimension hopper," Rogue questioned, confused.

"Because it's my venom. Do you know anything about venom milking? I can only make so much. I had to collect for months to get enough."

"I can make something to boost production," Beast said, but Peter didn't like hearing that. "An important question needs asking - how does Klyntarus destabilise a universe enough for him to consume it?"

"Currently, it's only a hypothesis, but it's the Canon Theory. For every Spiderman I've encountered, some criteria are met - if they're disturbed, the universe becomes unstable. Cause enough disturbance, and it breaks apart. He'll deliberately interfere with "canon events" to make it easier for him to flee or feed."

"Fantastic. How many times has he fought us?" Logan grumbled, irritated by Miguel's very existence.

"Every time he entered a universe with you in it. He's familiar with your abilities, even if you use them differently. You're not to engage him directly. You'll die or, worse, become a puppet, and he'll use your powers. It was bad enough when he got Professor X once. He killed every mutant on this planet with a thought."

Everything was stacked against them. That sludge was a threat they had never encountered before. He knew all of their abilities and then some. What could they do against such power?

They do everything that they can.

While Miguel continued elaborating on the situation, Peter felt like a piece of furniture, watching it all unfold.

In the pit of his stomach, something told Peter that he made a mistake.

Deadpool had a point when he said that Xavier looked like Mister Clean.

Peter wasn't sure what the wheelchair superbrain wanted and didn't want to know. He knew that it involved Klyntarus in one way or another.

If he wanted details about the monster, he would've spoken to Miguel. The Professor had been weird with his friend, which was unusual, even for the X-Men's head honcho.

"Do you know why I asked you to speak with me alone, Peter?" Charles asked, his accent thick and English. It sounded so fancy compared to Peter.

A funny thing about Spidey's sense is that it interfered with telepathy. Instead of a clear picture, mind readers received static and grainy images. It made Peter quite irritating to those attempting to read him.

Is why Klyntarus hasn't tried taking Peter over? Or it's to hurt him until he's satisfied. Either way, he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

Whatever Klyntarus wanted, he couldn't get. No matter the cost.

"My amazing improv."

"It's certainly a bonus, but I'm afraid not. I want to speak with you about your "friend"."

"I don't like how you put that in quotes."

"My apologies. I wasn't certain how close you were, despite him not even being here a week."

It didn't feel that short.

"Haven't you read him?" Peter questioned, awkwardly sitting on the chair across from the Professor. "You're super talented with that stuff."

"In a peculiar way, your friend is telepathic. He has an intriguing mental ability that negates detection or being accessed entirely. He is invisible to Cerebro, me and Jean. I suspect your "Spidey sense" cannot detect him, either."

An invisibility cloak, but mentally. That's a fascinating concept. It's why Magneto and Juggernaut wear those stupid helmets.

It explains why Peter couldn't feel his friend. It is also why Klyntarus can't track him down so easily.

Unfortunately, this felt like a deliberate ability. Why would Klyntarus have a host when a telepath such as Xavier can free them from the mental shackles of Symbiote possession?

It's like everything was deliberate, and even still, Miguel used those powers against the one that gave them to him.

What was the purpose of his venom? The claws? The heightened senses? Why did he have so many medical problems?

Using his brain - horrifying - there was a possible reason.

Klyntarus made it so that Miguel was in pain without him. A horrific and disgusting possibility, but given how the Symbiote operated, it was likely. If Peter was a mega-evil pile of sentient snot, he might've done something similar.

Peter already respected his fellow spider, but to still refuse the Symbiote despite that only engorged that respect. It swelled like the feeling in his chest whenever he saw those eyes.

That posed another issue, however.

"I can't feel him at all - like a weird black spot - but the other day, Klyntarus triggered something. It was angry and feral, and he wasn't in control. I felt that. How can I feel that but not him?"

"Though I cannot read Miguel, I have felt what you're speaking of," Xavier said, confusing him. "It's quite evident that Klyntarus used his DNA in creating his "perfect host". That would make him part Symbiote."

Fuck. That made too much sense.

"And even the smallest part of a Symbiote is sentient," Peter sighed, pinching the bridge of his wonky nose. "It didn't behave like a Symbiote, though. It was so wild and, well, not in control."

"The piece within Miguel isn't conscious - it isn't alive, strictly speaking. It doesn't comprehend friend or foe, only threats to Miguel, which it doesn't distinguish itself from. You have been deemed not a threat."

When Miguel questioned how he didn't hurt Peter, that's what he meant. This freaky mode attacked everybody, following only instinct and the need to survive. In a way, that was the most terrifying of foes.

For whatever reason, it decided that Peter wasn't a threat.

Weirdly, it felt like a compliment.

"Why're you talking to me about this? Why not talk to Miguel about it?"

"There is a lot at stake, Peter. Many lives will be lost if we don't defeat this enemy. To trap this thing, we need... bait."

"No," Peter stated firmly, scowling. "You're not going to use Miguel as bait for that thing. Nobody is going to be bait."

"We use Miguel or the unnamed sphere. At least Miguel is capable of refusing Klyntarus."

"That's a shit plan. You don't trap something like that. You've got to burn him until there's nothing left."

"Peter, I understand that you've lost your friends to this entity-"

"He wants to hurt my best friend and my unborn baby! Now you want to take the primary victim of an abusive monster and dangle him like a carrot for a donkey! Doesn't that sound fucked up?"

"So does the death and destruction of an entire universe. Not only ours but many more afterwards. It's better than Logan's suggestion."

Peter didn't need to hear it. He already knew what Logan would've suggested.

"I'm not allowing that."

"I won't lie to you, Peter; it's not something I take lightly. You're a smart man. You've thought of it."

"No, actually, I haven't. I'm not a damn lunatic!" Peter shouted, standing in anger, the chair falling behind him. "You don't kill somebody for being the victim!"

"What suggestions do you have, then, Peter? We're empty of ideas. We've never faced something like this - it's a graver threat than anything ever known."

"That doesn't give you a get-out-of-jail-free card. I'm not surprised by Logan, but you, the smart one? I'm disappointed. You're supposed to help, not make things worse!"

"Worse for who, Peter? Because I know you aren't referring to us or even your unborn child," Xavier sighed, looking sorrowful.

"We'll make a different plan without using Miguel as bait or fucking killing him like damn cowards. It doesn't even make sense to think of that!"

"People can only take so much. If we don't defeat him, it's only a matter of time before Klyntarus succeeds."

"If there's one absolute certainty about spiders, we never give up, even when we're at our breaking point and desperately want to," Peter growled, hitting his hand on the desk, reducing it to splinters. "We're making a different plan, Professor, and that's the end, understand?"

Peter left the room, refusing to say more.

He went to the X-Men for help. They're supposed to help. He's not surprised by Logan, but Xavier? He's disappointed and disgusted.

They weren't helping. At best, they can keep MJ safe.

Peter won't sit idly by as someone tries to abuse somebody else. He keeps messing stuff up, but he's still going to try. He knew Miles would be heartbroken if Peter ever gave up, no matter how badly he wanted to.

He and Miguel can figure something out alone.

The man paused and glared at an open hallway, and Logan merely shrugged.

"I know you've got problems with it, Pete, but I doubt Taco Bell hater does."

"And you don't see an issue with that?"

"Of course. Look, I get that you like the guy - fuck knows why, he's an asshole - but we make sacrifices to save others. This isn't a loser with nothing better to do, Peter. That thing wants to down us like I do beer, and I'm a damn alcoholic."

"There are sacrifices, and then there's just plain wrong."

"You're feeling guilty. Personally? I believe you should, but logically? Not as much. How could you know the snot was an interdimensional super dickhead?"

He couldn't, and Peter knew that. It didn't matter, though. His Spidey senses were explicit and had never failed him before.

He didn't listen, and everyone was paying the price for it.

Peter still wasn't listening; Miguel didn't want them to go to the X-Men, and he was right not to.

Did he know what Logan suggested?

Did he know what Xavier wanted to do?

The worst part was that Miguel would go through with it.

Anything if it meant destroying the damned creature that created him in the first place.

Peter's not going to allow that.

Why didn't he listen?

Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!

#ao3 refugee #ao3fic #across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #spiderdads #mj watson #bestie goals mj #x-men #marvel #with thunder comes lightning #plague of the spiderverse series

[absurdthirst]

Under His Skin {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Dub-con due to drugs, sex pollen, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie

Comments: Work goes terribly wrong. A needle jabbed into this thigh, an unknown drug pushed into his system. His body screaming for release, Dave races home to what he thinks is an empty house - Carol and the girls at the cabin - only to find the nanny there. Leaving him free to act on illicit thoughts he’s had. 

A/N: This does include infidelity. If that bothers you, please scroll on past.

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

“Fuck!” Dave slams his hand on the steering wheel as the car jerks slightly to the left before he snatches the wheel back to center. The pain that should be radiating up his arm barely registers, the pain in his fucking groin too distracting for anything else to matter. 

It was supposed to be a simple job. Take out a fucking sleazball drug pusher, make it look like the tweaker had an accident while he was high off his own shit. He hadn’t anticipated the fucking needle that got shoved in his thigh, horrified at both the idea of getting something from a dirty needle and the high from whatever shit he had just pushed into Dave’s system. 

For that, the fucker’s death had been a bit messier than usual. He had made sure that the knife had carved out a few more screams than he normally would have because of it. But the fire would destroy most of the evidence anyway. Not that it would be traced back to Dave, he had no ties to that piece of shit. 

Now, he just needed to get home. Carol and the girls are at the cabin, where he’s supposed to join them for a long weekend when he was done ‘wrapping up some last minute work at the office’. So he doesn’t have to worry about questions or concerns about why he was harder than a fucking rock and feeling like he was going to explode if he doesn’t cum.

He doesn’t know what was in that needle. His cock is hard, harder than it’s been in years, straining at the seam of his zipper and aching like he was a teenage boy who has been denied sex after hours of teasing. If he could manage it without crashing the fucking car, he would jerk off while he was driving. But he needs to get home, locked in the safety of his suburban house where no one would think to look for the culprit of the five alarm fire currently raging in that building. 

Taking a deep breath, he tries to ignore the throbbing, pulsing sensitivity of every beat of his heart being felt through his cock. The sticky wet spot grows larger every minute that passes by. He would swear that he’s already cum, how much of the pearlescent liquid has dribbled out and soaked into the fabric of his boxers. But he hasn’t, he would know. 

Half a mile left. That’s all he has. A right turn on Oak Street and then another left on Timberlake. Then it’s just going past ten mailboxes to the driveway that he could turn into in his sleep. Probably has at some point when he’s come home exhausted. The wife’s Mercedes not in the driveway and she probably forgot to pull the bins down to the end of the driveway for the garbage truck. Not that it mattered right now. 

It helps, thinking about these mundane things while he operates on muscle memory alone. He’s good at that. Pushing himself to act appropriately when he needs to, do what is needed or expected despite what he is truly feeling on the inside. Dave York is good at being what he needs to be at that moment. 

His mailbox in view, he lets out an audible groan. Soon he would slumped into the couch in his living room, his cock in hand as he pumps out this feral need to fuck out of his system. 

****

“No, it’s no problem.” You smile as you shift in front of the sink, making sure that there is no food in the bowls as you get ready to put them in the dishwasher. Molly had a bad habit of dumping the food into it and three weeks ago Dave had grumbled and cursed all afternoon while he had taken it apart to find food stuck in the drains, the reason it had backed up and flooded the kitchen. You didn’t want a repeat of that. “I don’t mind being here at all, although it’s strange not to hear the girl’s running around.”

“I can’t thank you enough.” Carol’s voice comes through your earbud and hum noncommittally. Carol York was nice, polite and she genuinely respected you, rare for a nanny gig in your experience, but you still tried to keep your distance. “The package should be there tomorrow and then you can have the next three days to yourself. Order some pizza and there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge.” She is talking from her car, still on the way to the famous cabin that she is always wanting to visit again. “Girls, stop that!” She scolds them before she turns back to you. “Anyway, Dave may swing by to change, but tell him that I’ve got his clothes in my car so he doesn’t need to pack.” 

“I will.” You promise, not bothering to remind her that she said the same thing this morning to her husband before he rushed away for a last minute emergency that had to be handled. Saying goodbye, you finish up the dishes and start the machine, wiping down the counters. You could spend the next two days alone in the house that was beyond what you ever expected to have for yourself. Maybe daydreaming a little about a lift you could never have.

Dave both intimidated and intrigued you. There were moments where you swear that he was a predator, someone that had a darkness in them. His eyes would go flat and lifeless, his jaw would tense and then after a moment, he would blink and it would be gone. An easy smile on his face or a soft, teasing joke for his daughters. 

He was attractive. God, was he attractive, but he was also married. You had seen him with Carol and the girls. He was a loving father, good husband from what you could see. You didn’t know what happened in their bedroom, but Carol didn’t bad mouth him like some of the other couples you had worked for. 

It was your dirty little secret, the way you watched him. Admired the way that his broad shoulders pull over the starched button down shirts and suits that he wears. Contrasted with the soft t-shirts and jogging pants that he wears around the house on the weekends. When he was mowing the grass or cleaning the gutters. You pretended that you didn’t watch him while you were folding laundry, sometimes his laundry or helping the girls with their homework. Never wanting to let on that you had a pathetic crush on a man you would never have anything with beyond being his children’s nanny. 

There is a screeching of tires in the driveway making you jump, rushing from the kitchen towards the front door. Unsure of what the hell would cause anyone to fly into the York driveway. Unless it was someone who was hotdogging. Dave would be pissed if some kid ran over the mail box again. 

You reach the entryway hall when the door bursts open, making a small scream rip out of your throat. Dave launches himself through the door and slams it behind him, red faced, panting and disheveled. 

He freezes for a moment, watching you press a hand to your heart, trying to calm yourself down. It’s only Dave, it’s only Dave you repeat over and over in your mind - your fight or flight instinct had flooded your body with adrenaline in fear that someone was invading the house. 

Dave hadn’t expected you to be here, he had been expected to have the house to himself. Not that it mattered now. His body is screaming for release and something inside him snaps, making him step forward and grab your shoulder to push you down to your knees. 

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel the pressure pushing you down, forcing you down to your knees roughly. Unsure of what the hell is going on. Looking up at him in shock. “I- Dave- are-are you-” You stop talking when he lets go of your shoulder, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and his zipper, pulling his cock out in front of you. 

Your gasp makes him nearly groan, biting his lip at how much it hurts to even touch himself by this point. He’s going to cum any second and he would rather it be buried in your throat because it would take too long to get you stripped down. “Suck.” His free hand cups your jaw, fingers digging into your pressure points expertly to force your mouth open. “Fuck, suck it.” He’s nearly begging, although the words are harsh, growled out at you. 

Shocked that this is happening, your eyes move from his face to the purple, leaking head of his cock. It looks like he has been hard for hours and is about to explode. His eyes are dark, hard with an edge that warns you not to push him. You shouldn’t do this, you should try to wrench free and rage at him in righteous indignation. You don’t. You give in to the horrible little voice that tells you to go for it. 

Dave moans when your lips brush the tip, barely touching his cock while your tongue comes out to press against the leaking head. It feels incredible, almost knee-buckling good and his grip on your jaw tightens slightly while pulling you towards him. Wanting your mouth around him fully. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, feeling your lips close around him, the heat of your mouth sucking him in. 

His hand that had been feeding his cock into your mouth comes around your head, pressing against the back of it. “Oh fuck, baby.” He grunts harshly. “I’m gonna fuck your throat.” He warns you. “Don’t choke, swallow my cock.” 

It’s all the warning you get before he starts to move. The hard, deep thrusts into your mouth nearly gagging you, but you keep swallowing, trying to prevent yourself from choking in those precious few seconds that he is pulling his hips back. The hand on your hand pushes you down, deeper onto his cock while he fucks himself into you mouth. Using you relentlessly while the fabric of his pants, his balls sway and tap the bottom of your chin. 

You shouldn’t be getting wet, shouldn’t be moaning around him when the urge to choke gives way to your throat opening wider, drooling all over his cock with every pass as the ridges scrap over your tongue. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby.” Dave grunts, feeling the drug that is coursing through his system loosening up his tongue. Talking to his wife in bed was far different than talking to the nanny while he fucks her throat. “Knew you would be good at this. Knew you would suck my cock like a champ. Better than fucking my hand.” 

Dave’s rocking up onto the balls of his feet, pushing himself past your gag reflex and bulging your throat while he fucks your mouth. Making you whine when he starts talking to you, that low voice raspy and rough. Making your eyes widen as you stare up at him, surprised that he’s thought about this. Wondering what else he’s thought of. 

“Fuck, gonna cum baby, that mouths gonna make me cum.” Dave hisses, eyes locked on yours, body starting to tense up. 

It’s all the warning he gives you. The next thrust buries his cock deep down your throat and starts to throb, pumping spurts of salty, sticky cum down your throat. Making you choke and struggle to swallow, some of it spilling out of the corners of your mouth and sliding down your jaw along with the spit. 

It hurts, that’s how good it feels. His balls pulling up and that sublime feeling of his cum pumping through his shaft and spurting down your throat. You look exactly like he imagined those nights he was in the shower. Wide eyes with tears sliding down your cheeks from where you had choked on him, the stream of spit and cum from where you can’t swallow all he has to give. The way your throat closes around the head and squeezes it, milking him of another rope. 

Except, he’s not starting to soften. The ache is still twisting in his stomach and he realizes for the first time since he was - fuck, 25, he can keep going. He isn’t going to be a one and done this time. 

You almost protest when he pulls his hips back, letting go of the back of your head and pulls his cock out of your mouth. Wet and shiny from your mouth and there is a string of spit that connects the still heavy bead of cum on the tip to your lips. Until you break it, your tongue comes out to swipe along the edges and try to lick up the excess. 

Dave reaches down and drags you up, his breathing ragged and he shakes you slightly when he looks into your eyes. He’s thought about fucking other women before. Practially every man has, but he’s never actually had sex with someone since he married Carol. It doesn’t matter right now, he just needs to be inside you. “Take your fucking clothes off.” He orders you, letting go of you so he can start to drag the material away from his own body. 

Whimpering, you rush to comply. You’ve not imagined this less than a hundred times, but you never imagined it like this. Pulling your own shirt over your head and seeing your charge’s father kick his shoes off and shove the pants and boxers down over his legs, kicking them off impatiently while his cock still swings heavily between his legs. Fuck, he’s still hard. He’s going to fuck you. 

Your cunt throbs and you know that you should stop him, ask what is wrong because this is not how Dave York acts. He barely acknowledges you unless it's something to do with the girls’ schedule. Now he’s going to fuck you in the foyer of his home?

His shirt isn’t even off before he’s on you again. Steering you deeper into the house, not caring about the clothes piled in the entryway. The farthest he can make it is the kitchen, the table where his family sits is blessedly clear, making him push you over the shiny surface of the wooden table. 

“D-Dave.” You gasp out, feeling his fingers, quick and harsh, ripping at the leggings and underwear that you still haven’t managed to get off your body. Are you really going to do this? Are you going to let him fuck you on the York kitchen table?

“Let me fuck you, baby.” It’s not really a question, not the way that he’s stripping your leggings down and kicking your legs apart while your torso is bent over the same table he helps the kids with their homework on. It’s not a question but he will pull himself away if he has to. There are a few lines he’s not crossed. “Fuck I need it. I need to be inside you.” 

You can’t help the whimper, hearing the words that seem like some kind of fevered fantasy. Like you are living out the raunchiest porno or smut you’ve ever read. “Yes.” You manage, face against the wood grain of the table and you are glad you wiped it down after clearing it. Otherwise your tits would be in spilled milk from the cereal. 

It’s all he needs to hear. The white noise, the heat that is curling in his stomach takes over. Barely able to grasp his cock and and move it half a stroke through your soaked folds, groaning at how wet you are. Gritting his teeth and driving his hips forward to bury himself in the hot, tight confines of your body. 

Your squeal is punched out of you, hips slammed against the table while your cunt stretches to accommodate his cock. Loud and echoing through the house, followed up by the low groan of Dave, grinding against your ass as if he is trying to get even deeper. 

“Shit.” He hisses, fingers dug into your hips, feeling like his gripping bone through the layers of flesh. “Al-always imagined how tight you would be.” He admits, blowing out a breath and feeling like his heart is going to explode from how hard it’s pounding. Sweat drips from his brow, body overheated and needing to cum again. “W-wanted to fuck you right here, baby.” 

Your fingers wrap around the table, clinging to it as Dave pulls his hips back to start fucking you at a brutal pace. The table creaks, scrubs and scratches along the floor with every harsh thrust. Making your cunt clench and your mewls get louder, every time his thick length strikes deep and makes you rock up onto your toes so it softens the hit. 

“Ohhhh ooooohhhh.” Dave huffs, hearing your moans and rocking his hips faster, needing to fuck you just as hard and as fast as he possibly can. It feels incredible, twisting and knotting in his stomach and making the burn ache a little less. Unable to do anything but feel how tightly your cunt grips him, your walls fluttering around him. 

“So good to me.” He grunts. “Letting me use you, fuck you like this. Need it.” He moans quietly when you squeeze him harshly and his hips stutter under your tight hold around him. “Need to fill you up. Fill this cunt up and watch it dr-drip out.” 

God, his voice is so sexy. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the way he hits so deep, the punishing plunge of his cock doing just as much as that gravelly timbre, giving all the illicit thoughts you’ve had about him a voice. You would have never expected that he thought about you, never imagined he would. Now it’s rolling around in your head and making you want to cum around him. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Of course he hears how you whimper and whine when he starts talking. Your body seizing up and pulsing around him. “You like my cock inside you, don’t you baby?” 

Biting your lip, you whine, barely able to scrub your cheek along the table in agreement. “Yes, you do.” Dave bends down, flattening himself over your back and keeping his hips slapping against your ass. His mouth is right next to your ear, breathing against it and making you shudder. “Have you- have you had someone fuck you like this before?” 

He doesn’t like that idea. Even if his actions are based on the driving needs of his body, he doesn’t like the idea of someone else fucking you like this. Doesn’t like the idea of someone else touching you and feeling you grip them like a fucking glove. Your pussy is his, this cunt now belongs to him. He’s not crossed this line with you before out of respect for his wife, for his kids, but now it’s done and he knows he won’t give it up. He’ll keep filling you up like this again. 

“No-no-no.” You chant out, barely able to speak as his thrusts ramp up. Getting even harder and pushing the table along the floor while he beats himself into you. “N-never.” You’ve never had toys or had anything but the most basic sex. Your experience is limited and you feel your cheeks burning at how much you are enjoying this. It’s rough and raw and you feel your entire body reacting to the way that he is fucking you. 

“Good.” He growls the words, the smile you can’t see is predatory, calculating. HIs groan is loud, nearly surprised when his orgasm rushes over him. Making him push his cock deep, moaning your name as he shallowly thrusts, pumping you full of his seed, spilling out of your cunt as he continues to rock into you. 

Heat floods your cunt, making you whimper and close your eyes. It feels so good but you wish you had cum. Making your body slump down against the table and relax. The tears that have built up in your eyes blinked away when he stops moving and just throbs inside of you for a moment. 

“Fuck.” He pants, wiping his brow and rocking back so he can see where he is still buried inside you. “Jesus, look at that, baby.” He’s still hard, still needing to fuck you and he chuckles as he starts to move again. “Let’s make you cum.” 

You moan again. “Dave.” Your ass pushes back towards him, making him chuckle again.

“You must not have been fucked right.” He comments, making you shake your head, agreeing with him. You haven’t been fucked right. No one has made your toes curl and your entire body scream for release like the man who is currently pushing his cum out of your cunt with every slick thrust. 

“You’ve probably never had someone lick that tight little cunt, have you baby?” He coos, now able to talk more since he’s cum twice. “No one’s ever made your thighs shake around their ears?” 

“No.” You pout, making him huff. Shaking his head behind you. “I- no one. Dave, please.” 

“I can’t right now.” He hisses. “Need to be inside you. Need to fuck you, but I will.” He promises, starting to ramp up his thrusts again. One hand lets go of your hip, pushing up under your pelvis and sinking between your thighs to find your clit. “But-but I’ll make sure you cum.” 

Mewling when those thick fingers find your swollen clit, your walls clench down around him. So on edge from the way that he’s been shredding up into you, you fall apart with just a few harsh circles of your clit. “DAVE!” You cry out, shaking underneath him while he continues to rub your clit while your cunt pulses around him in pleasure. 

“Fuck.” He spits, the harsh slap of his hips sounding slicker, wetter with every pass. “Good girl, baby, good girl.” 

There is a sense of pride, moaning quietly again while he works you through it, still thrusting away and fucking into you like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Because he doesn’t. 

****

Your cunt hurts. That’s the first thing you register when your eyes open. Dave had fucked you for hours. Hours. Barely stopping to drag you up into the room that you stay in while you are working. Grabbing extra lube, which you were extremely thankful for when your own natural slick arousal started to dry up. 

“Here.” You turn your head to find Dave standing over you, holding something in one hand and a glass of water in another. “It’s a painkiller.” He offers when you don’t immediately take it. “You need it since you weren’t used to being fucked like that.” 

Wincing at the blunt words, you sit up, hissing slightly and Dave sits down on the edge of the bed. Watching as you take the pills and look at them before you pop them into your mouth and take the water to wash them down. “Thank you.” You murmur. 

“Thank you.” Dave counters, his eyes not necessarily flat and hard, but they are shuttered, not letting you see what he is feeling. “I- it was something that- how are you feeling?”

It’s unusual to see Dave unsure of himself. He always seems like a man who knows what is going on and what to expect. He’s caught off guard and you tilt your head curiously at the sight. You already figured out that it wasn’t normal. Dave being able to go for that long, no man had that kind of stamina. Coupled with his desperation, you had to reason that something had happened. 

“I’m good.” You tell him after a moment, watching him nod and rub his hands on his thighs, now covered in the soft fabric of some gray sweats. “Sore, but good.” 

“Good.” Dave sighs and then takes a breath. “You need to rest.” He tells you. “I called Carol and told her that I won’t be able to make it to the cabin this weekend.” A tiny smirk curls up his lips. “When you aren’t so sore, I’ll keep my promise.” 

Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open as Dave stands and walks out of your bedroom. His promise of making you cum with his mouth had been repeated several times over the hours that he had been deep inside you, filling you up with load after load of his cum. Apparently, despite whatever had made him fuck you, you had gotten under his skin. 

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Broken Up (Johnny Vincent X Male Reader)

It’s a day like no other. Inside of the tenements, the entire greaser gang is hanging out. All except Johnny and Lola. It all was nice and tranquil until Johnny enters the room with one thing to say.

“Lola broke up with me.”

And that’s when the entire group changed. Not because Lola isn’t with them anymore. In fact, about everyone is happy she left, knowing full well she is poison for Johnny. The problem lies by Johnny, who lost his entire will to live. With Lola gone, all he does is sobbing around, feeling down and don’t do anything.

Because of that, the entire view upon the greasers goes down. The jocks begin calling them ‘pussy followers’. Their arch nemesis, the preps, call them incels. The bully begins to pick on them, and even fight them if Russell is involved, since Johnny isn’t involved. Hell, even the nerds begin picking up on them with snide remarks.

The greasers know very well this is going to be an outlasting issue if they don’t take a stance right now. And the solution is getting Johnny Vincent back. And thus, the group begins helping them.

Standing in the living room of the tenements, Vance, Peanut and Y/N stand in front of Johnny, who looks down while sitting on a couch.

“Sup, Johnny. How about we steal some drinks?” Peanut tries his best to sound excited.

“No thanks.”

The group feel somewhat less motivated, but don’t give up. “I saw that shit-eating Gord today and it’s been a while when we beat the shit out of him! So, you’re in?” Vance suggests.

“Not in the mood…”

Then it’s up to Y/N to try out the last suggestion. “I saw this girl that would be great for you. Real sexy. Nice tits, all ass, zero plastic and with the best personality. How about it?”

Johnny sighs. “She wouldn’t be the same as Lola…”

The three greasers frown, disappointed none of their ideas worked. Maybe some of the other greasers thought of something? Thus, they walk to the other room, seeing Hal entering the building, holding a bag with fast food.

“Hal, it’s not the time to stuff your face!” Peanut scolds him.

“It’s not for me. It’s for him.” Hal points towards Johnny. “The best way to comfort someone is with food.”

“That sounds like a bad way to comfort yourself.” Y/N says with a frown.

“And he gets fat if he eats like you!” Vance adds. “We’re already bein’ made fun of. We shouldn’t give them more reasons.”

Hal scoffs. “That’s what you think. You have no idea what extra weight can do for you during a fight.”

“That’s because you broke someone ribs when you sit on them, you dumbass!” Peanut yells at him.

“Whatever.” Hal ignores them and enters the living room. The three let out a deep sigh.

“So, any other smart idea?” Vance asks.

“He needs to move on from her.” Peanut says. He looks back at the rest. “We need to get him a new girl.”

“And where do we get one?” Vance doesn’t sound too confident in that plan. “Y/N’s suggestion was turned down instantly.”

“How about the strip club?” Y/N just blurted something out, expecting to get some insults. But to his surprised, everyone seems to agree with them.

While everybody agrees with the new plan, they hear shouting from the other room. “Does it look like I can eat garbage and get fat when there’s still a chance Lola loves me again?! Fuck off!”

“Alright, strip club it is.” Peanut concluded.

-

It’s the day that Johnny is finally come back! …At least, they hope it will. Everything is all being taken care of, such for a car and fake ID’s. Now, all they need is Johnny. With their car parked in front of their club house, Y/N is waiting in the car, with his hands on the wheel. Soon enough, the front door opens. He looks back to see Peanut and Vance dragging Johnny to the car.

“Let me go, you maggots!” Johnny tries to free himself, but surprisingly, Peanut and Vance manage to hold themselves and put their leader in the backseat, with both greasers sitting next to him.

“Go! Go! Go!” Peanut yells.

Y/N hits the gas panel and begins driving away. With the car driving, there is no way for Johnny to escape safely. Johnny let out an annoyed huff and glares to the man in front of him.

“I really expected better from yall.”

“That’s why we bring the old Johnny back!” Y/N says with an excited smile. “Because we’re going to have a… GUYS NIGHT!” Peanut and Vance put on their smiles, trying to infect Johnny with it, but it doesn’t help.

“I don’t care. Bring me back.”

“We bring you back when the night is over, man.” Vance replies. “But don’t look forward to that. Enjoy the moment! I think a couple of shots would help ya!”

-

And thus, during the entire ride out of town, the three greasers try to get Johnny excited. However it didn’t really work. But still, the night is young. They manage to get out of town and to the strip club. They all sit around the podium, where a woman is dancing with a pole. The boys try to have a fun time, but Johnny still looks down.

“Here, get some money.” Y/N hands over a couple of paper bills over to Johnny. “Put it in her bra… thingy.”

“Not in the mood.” Johnny says with a frown.

“What about the vodka?” Peanut gestures to the full glass in Johnny’s hands. “Don’t like it. We can order a cocktail or sumthin’.”

“Not thirsty.”

Vance tries to think of something to make Johnny at least a little active. Thus, he looks on the stage and points towards one of the strippers. “Look! Bet you haven’t see titties this big.”

“Meh…” Johnny couldn’t care less.

And thus, even though they tried to get Johnny happy, there isn’t much progress.

-

The plan failed. Johnny still feels miserable. Even though the three greasers did their best, they still somehow failed. The barely naked ladies didn’t help. The alcohol didn’t help. Not even their enthusiasm. And thus, the entire night was a letdown, with the only thing that kept the greaser trio going is the drinks, which made them drunk.

And thus, after so many hours, the four men walk out of the club. Peanut and Vance barely walking right, while Y/N barely functioning. Johnny seems to be the only one that can even think straight. That’s when they manage to reach the car. Everybody looks at it for a second before realizing that they can’t go home.

“Shit…!”

Johnny let out a deep sigh and looks back at his men. “Give me the keys.”

Y/N merely hands over the car keys, allowing Johnny to open it. The king then grabs Peanut and Vance both by the arms and put them in the back. When he’s done, he looks back at Y/N. “Get in. We’re leaving.”

Y/N did so and sit next to the driver’s seat, while Johnny sits in front of the wheel. After starting up the car, Johnny drives away. Y/N looks somewhat sleepy. His eyes locks on the mirror to see Vance and Peanut instantly in deep sleep.

While driving, Y/N heads looks back at Johnny while leaning further in his seat, his face concentrated on the road. “Are you upset…?”

“Hmm?” Johnny slightly looks to his side. “No. Not at all.”

“We just wanted to make you feel better. We’re worried about you… and the gang get harassed by everyone.”

“Whaddya mean?” This is the first time Johnny heard something like that.

“The bullies beat us up. The preps make fun of us even more. The jocks call us weak. Even the nerds start having the balls to annoy us.”

Johnny instantly feels guilty. With a sad frown, he looks at Y/N. “I didn’t realize… I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t let my boys down.”

Y/N quietly hums. His heads roll back to the window to see the dark highway. Lights of the other cars flickers his face. In the background, the radio is playing softly the newest songs. Johnny continues to feel sorry for him and looks back.

“Johnny… I’m sorry Lola dumped you. You… you deserve better then that.”

It takes a couple of seconds before Johnny responds. “I know…” He looks contemplated, looking back and forth from Y/N and back to the road. “I can talk to ya right?”

Y/N slightly looks back. “Of course…” He says with a tired voice.

Johnny wanted to threat him and tell him Y/N better not tell anyone else about this, but he trusts him, so he didn’t. “I have problems about… expressing my feelings.”

Y/N doesn’t understands what he’s saying. “What do you mean? I always think of you to not hold back your anger or love.”

“I’m not talking about those feelings. I meant like… sadness.” Johnny looks like he has difficulty admitting something so personal. “I never been good at dealing with stuff like that. I never cry, especially in front of others. I never had someone to talk to. I don’t even have some kind of coping mechanism to deal with it. Does that make me weird?”

“To be honest, I understand. You’re not one to appear weak, so you won’t allow yourself to grief properly.” Y/N comments.

Johnny hums quietly. “Ya right. I won’t allow myself to be sad.”

Y/N wanted to help him out. “Johnny, listing to me when I say this. I don’t expect yourself to cry, or even grief properly. But please, whenever you feel down, talk to me.”

Johnny remains quiet, not responding. Though after a couple of seconds, he puts the car to the side of the road, stopping it. Then he looks back at Y/N. “Y/N… Can I get a hug?” He sounds rather nervous.

Y/N unbuckles his seatbelt and move over to him to hug him. Johnny puts his arms around his fellow greaser, feeling reassured that he’s not alone. Johnny eventually hugs tighter.

There is a silence, a nice one. Though eventually they stopped, with Y/N getting back to his seat. There, he sees Johnny looking already a little better.

“Thanks man. I really needed that.”

“Anytime, Johnny.”

Johnny smiles a bit in respond. “I’m not that much of a hugger. Not sure it’s because of who I am, or that other guys will call me homo for hugging one of my boys.”

Y/N smiles back. “Depends. Did you like it?”

“I did…” Johnny let out a sigh. “Guess I’m just too much of a pussy to think of what other’s think.”

“You are everything but a pussy, Johnny.” Y/N reassures.

Johnny looks grateful at him. “Thanks.” He looks back in front to start up the car, only to stop and look back at Y/N. “Is it possible that we hang out together? Just us.”

“Anytime you want.”

Johnny smiles, happily. “Ya know? I feel like I can get over Lola.”

“You do?”

“Sure do.” Johnny admits. “I think I know someone who can make me happy. Someone that is loyal for me, as well kind and a badass.”

Y/N has a feeling who he’s talking about but doesn’t want to make things awkward. “Who’s the lucky person?”

Johnny smirks. “You would like to know, dontcha?” He returns back at the car to start up, leaving Y/N believing that he’s talking to him. “I tell ya later. I’m certain you’re going to like it.”

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